Tavick groans lowly, running a hand up your side as he pulls you closer. Your bed is warm, early rays of sunhine flitting through the curtains as he holds you close, nuzzling his face into the back of your neck. He's a handsome man; broad in all the right ways, the soft beginnings of a beard and short, symmetrical tusks. His skin is a soft green, his dark hair unruly but framing his face nicely.

"You awake, babe?" He whispers, kissing your jaw gently, his tusks brushing against your skin.