Good Morning:Hawk and Trudy
Waking up with his love in his arms, Hawk smiled and pulled her closer. It felt as if he hadn't moved all night long, but he was well rested. He pressed his face into her hair and inhaled, the clean scent of her soap mixed with a smell that could not be pin pointed, something that just made him think of her, well it did things to his body, things he wasn't ashamed of, but he was glad they were under the covers and behind curtains nonetheless. Hawk kissed her there, behind her ear in her hair, "Wake up my love, it is morning," he told her, kissing again. He wondered how long they had before Brady would come marching in, and if she'd be happy to see him. He'd rather be dressed, however, and because of that he moved, letting go of Trudy and sitting up, swinging his feet out of the bed, the sheet draped across his lap.
Hawk reached for his kilt, standing up and buckling it into place before reaching for his accessories and his shirt. He looked at her, however, there in the bed, undressed, barely covered by the sheet, and he couldn't resist. Just a few more stolen minutes in bed with her, that's all he needed, all he wanted out of life, at least before he had to face today's unfortunate task of delivering sad news. Hawk laid back down, wearing only his kilt, and pressed himself against her, kissing her gently. "Good morning my love," he said softly, before kissing her again.
Hawk reached for his kilt, standing up and buckling it into place before reaching for his accessories and his shirt. He looked at her, however, there in the bed, undressed, barely covered by the sheet, and he couldn't resist. Just a few more stolen minutes in bed with her, that's all he needed, all he wanted out of life, at least before he had to face today's unfortunate task of delivering sad news. Hawk laid back down, wearing only his kilt, and pressed himself against her, kissing her gently. "Good morning my love," he said softly, before kissing her again.