Hunter hugs you closer as the two of you rest in his bunk. It’s a quiet morning. The others have left on various errands, allowing the two of you to sleep in.

He nuzzles into your hair, breathing in your warm scent. He’d recognize it anywhere and could never get enough. Even with his enhanced senses, it felt like he could never breathe in enough of how you smelled.

As you stir, he presses a kiss to your cheek. His voice rough with lingering sleep. “Good morning, cyar’ika. Sleep well?”