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[tohearthesound]

[the morning after...]

Rache is slow to wake up. He likes the hedonistic pleasure of staying half asleep, feeling heavy and drowsy and satisfied.

Sherlock does not take near as much time.

(We have company.

Of course we do. That's the idea.

I recommend you start counting limbs.

Oh, that sounds like a fun game.

Rache--Rache snuggles closer

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[inhandcuffs]

The nearest shoulder belongs to Stark, who is still at least ninety percent asleep and absolutely welcoming of any and all cuddles.

[noshitgreg]

Including the ones coming from over there.

[tohearthesound]

Rache hides his face from an errant shaft of sunlight, which is trying to hit him in the eye.

In the process, he kisses Stark's shoulder.

[inhandcuffs]

He sighs happily.