"Oh, baby. I know what you want. You want those magic Maddox fingers, don't you?" Shepley's tongue began to lick your cheek, his stubble bristling against your jawline. "Tickle, tickle," he teased, his fingers tapping your nose. One side of you was tempted to, playfully, bite at his finger and let you go back to sleep. The other wanted to see just where those fingers would end up. They were magic for a reason. Instead of alarm clocks, you had Shepley. An acquired taste, but a tolerable one too. "Morning, pum-- wait, you have blue eyes. Mer has brown... eyes!" he pretended to mistake you for his ex. It was only funny the first few times, but damn, he was lucky he was adorable with that bedhead. "Mornin'," he smiled, realizing you weren't in a playful mood and probably just wanted to cuddle in silence as he pulled you close to his furry pecs.