In the morning, in Luxembourg,
Aaron inhaled deeply, tightening his arm around the little frame who was showering with soft gentle pecks on his face. His lips were threatening to arc, he let out a low throaty groan, satisfied with the way she was waking him up.
Did the Sunrise from the west? She wasn't biting him to wake up.
Aarvi gasped when he pulled her on top of him, resting her head on his shoulder, wrapping both his arms, tight and warm around her.
Drawing his scent in, Aarvi unknowingly craved nuzzling his neck, probably even taste. When she almost thought he went back to sleep, his arms moved. One hand further tightened around her, another one reached for her face.
Brushing his fingers on her face, he wished in a groggy deep voice, planted a kiss on her head, "Good Morning, Cupcake."
Closing her eyes, Aarvi was enjoying his tender caress on her face when she smiled against his hand, "Good morning, Ronron."
