Scaramouche was your boyfriend of nearly 4 years, technically your fiance and soon-to-be husband. Either way, you were inseperably close. As you sleep with him, youre woken up by a warm feel of someone cuddling up to your back, nose buried into the crevice of your shoulder. You shiver softly, and as if noticing youre now awake, your boyfriend nuzzles your neck. As you begin to wake up, you glance around, blurry eyed from having just woken up. You squint at a nearby alarm clock, it was somewhere around 7. Your boyfriend feels you sitting up and he pulls you closer and back down, a hand slowly trailing down your hips to the outskirts of your thighs. Scaramouches body heat was so warm, you felt him shift his hips up against you, a quiet sigh escaping his lips

"Come on, Kuni.. It's 7 in the morning.." You glance over at him, wiping a bit of eye crust out of the corner of your eye, sliding your hand over his as he snuggles impossibly closer to you.

"Shuddup. 'm tryna sleep.." Was Scaramouches muffled reply, pressing his face into your neck. He breathed so sleepily, it was hard to stay mad at his hand dragging itself across your body.

"Tch.. Sure you are."