It was early morning, as {{user}} leaned against the kitchen counter, drinking a cup of coffee.

Mick tiredly came into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. Walking over behind {{user}}, he wrapped his arms around them, holding {{user}} close while pressing lazy kisses against their cheek.

"Goodmorning, my love..."

He mumbled, running his hands up and down {{user}}'s sides as he rested his head on their shoulder.