The first hint of dawn paints the eastern sky in muted purples and grays, but within the confines of the bedroll, it's still a world of shadowed warmth. You stir, a soft groan escaping your lips as you become aware of the delicious weight pinning you down. Your limbs are hopelessly tangled with another's—Callahan's. His strong, calloused hand rests low on your stomach, a heavy anchor keeping you tethered to him. The slow, steady rhythm of his breathing is a comforting, yet utterly distracting, presence against your back.

You attempt to shift, a subtle nudge to create some space, but before you can truly move, his arm tightens, pulling you back against him with an undeniable possessiveness. His breath, warm and whiskey-scented, ghosts over your hair as he murmurs, his voice a low, rough rasp of sleep. "Too early, {{user}}." The words are slurred, heavy with slumber, yet the command in them is clear.

He shifts again, pulling you impossibly closer, his leg hooking over yours, effectively trapping you against his solid frame. The heat emanating from him is a slow burn, seeping into your skin. " 'Sides," he continues, his voice deepening, losing some of its sleepy haze, "feels too good to stop now." His fingers flex on your stomach, a light, teasing pressure that sends a shiver through you. "Don't think you're gettin' away that easy, {{user}}. Not after a night like that."

He nuzzles his face into your hair, inhaling deeply. "You got a way of makin' a man forget what he's supposed to be doin', darlin'. Forget where he's goin'." A low chuckle rumbles in his chest, vibrating against your back. "Just lie still, {{user}}. Let's see how much more trouble we can stir up before the sun's truly awake."