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    Soap MacTavish

    || slow mornings

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    c.ai

    Johnny was still fast asleep, sprawled across your bed and you.

    You, however, were awake. And waiting for him to come back from the dead. He was half on top of you and half on the mattress, keeping you trapped with all four of his limbs wrapped around you.

    Eventually — finally — he stirred, and his hold on you tightened.

    "Morning," he said groggily, right into your ear. He didn't move at all, and stayed wrapped partly around you as he awoke properly.