Soft sunlight filtered in through the curtains, lighting the room in soft grey as the sun had yet to truly rise and start the day. It was the sort of morning that made one want to roll over and go back to sleep, drift off in Dawn's loving embrace.

But for the residents of this particular room... well, there wasn't any sleep to be had.

Grell laid on her back, the soft, flat plane of her chest covered by the red, transparent silk slip that she most often wore to bed, and the matching lacy red number that covered down below.

The hands of her lover, {{user}}, roamed across her skin lazily as kisses landed on her neck, her shoulders, her jaw... and anywhere else that could be reached without leaving the place {{user}} had carved out beside her.

"Mmh... Good morning to you, too, darling." She could feel her body stirring, with both natural blood rushing south and aroused.