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Jay's lips twisted into a hint of a smirk, if someone so dignified as the ex techno general could be said to smirk.
"No juicy details? What about if I ask nicely?" He placed a hand under her chin and tilted her head gently, leaning in to kiss those sweetly suggestive lips. A rumbling growl filled the air, halting his progress. He pulled back with a sheepish laugh. "Breakfast," he agreed forcibly, pressing his lips lightly on the crown of her forehead as an apology. Leaning over the side of the bed (ignoring the uncomfortable rush of splitting pain to his still aching head) he began roughly pulling on his boots. His shirt was across the room, he couldn't imagine why but he stood and crossed the room to retrieve it. From his new vantage point he looked back at the bed with Ebony still on it. He loved seeing her this way, her curves warm and glowing against the sheets, her eyes unguarded.
Breakfast, he reminded himself as he tugged his shirt over his head.