Troy was used to waking up early mornings; he'd gone on enough morning runs for it. Sometimes, he managed to sleep in on Saturday mornings -- but this Saturday morning was a bit different than many of his have been.
He awoke slowly, his arm protectively, possessively, across naked chest; he nuzzled Sky's neck. "Morning," he said, softly.
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