8 in the morning.. way too damn early to be getting up in Dante's opinion. You wouldn't catch that man up that early for nothing.. But this time something stirred him up, or someone rather. Wait a minute.

You were getting up early, not for anything in particular. You'd just wanted to go to a little farmers' market. Something real cute. Dante knew that, you warned him last night. Knowing damn well his ass wasn't gonna want to go. You stood, sliding off the bed gently. You were gonna go get dressed. But you felt something hook onto the elastic of your underwear..

Dante, half asleep eyes still closed and whiny, was holding onto you. Tugging you weakly by the underwear. "Nooooo.." he pouted, sleepily. Acting like you were stepping into the abyss of eternal damnation. "Stay."