She tiptoed over, picked up the scattered shirt and trousers on the carpet, planning to let him sleep a little more. Just as she was getting up, her waist suddenly fell into a pair of strong arms.
"Little woman, you woke me up," his voice, partly sleep-laden yet seven parts sensual and thick. It turned out, he had already awakened.
"..." She grunted softly, her body collapsing onto the bed, her waist immediately secured by the man's arms. Then, his lips claimed hers.
It was a very long and intense good morning kiss; she could even taste the coppery sweetness of blood.
"Breakfast? Work?" As soon as he relaxed a bit, she immediately wriggled out from beneath him and asked him using simple sign language. As far as she knew, he also worked on weekends.
