You should be. [Still muffled into her neck, before he leans back enough to settle on the pillows. He's not going to win this battle against sleep much longer, but he has enough energy left to roll his eyes at her appreciative noises and pull her closer before he finally drifts off.
In the mornings, Harrison isn't a lounge-in-bed person. He's more of a lounge-against-a-wall-with-coffee person, a vertical lounger, while he waits for his brain to wake up. This is his first morning-after waking up with Gwen, and he's now discovering that she is, while still apparently fully asleep, not about to let him escape without a fight. It takes some doing, but eventually he disentangles himself and steps into discarded black jeans and makes it to the kitchen, where coffee is essential.
God, he can feel every muscle he has, all lodging complaints in order, but it makes him smile as he leans against a wall and waits for the coffee to be finished.]
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In the mornings, Harrison isn't a lounge-in-bed person. He's more of a lounge-against-a-wall-with-coffee person, a vertical lounger, while he waits for his brain to wake up. This is his first morning-after waking up with Gwen, and he's now discovering that she is, while still apparently fully asleep, not about to let him escape without a fight. It takes some doing, but eventually he disentangles himself and steps into discarded black jeans and makes it to the kitchen, where coffee is essential.
God, he can feel every muscle he has, all lodging complaints in order, but it makes him smile as he leans against a wall and waits for the coffee to be finished.]