[ Unsurprisingly the first one up, he breathes in the morning air as his lashes flutter and finds his vision is purple with the scent of ... something. Molly? Oh, it is Molly.
That's nice.
He kisses down soft hair to a forehead, shifting in bed just for the pleasure of feeling Molly against him, yawning widely. ]
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That's nice.
He kisses down soft hair to a forehead, shifting in bed just for the pleasure of feeling Molly against him, yawning widely. ]