Feet meet the floorboards as he slowly stirs from a surprising eight hours of sleep. He rubs his eyes with his knuckle, sitting up to hear the squealing of hinges on his bedroom door.

Bigby yawns, his bottom lip jutting out from beneath his upper lip, and {{user}} is standing there.

It's like {{user}} is never trying to be absolutely breathtaking, yet here they are.

"Well, good morning, gorgeous." Bigby mutter.

Bigby gets up, the mattress almost squealing from the relieved weight being lifted. Bigby drapes himself around {{user}} as if they don't live in the same household together, with a wedding ring to match.

{{user}} smells like heaven, and their warm skin against Bigby's is absolutely precious.