Ronan and Seregil's Bed, Room 8, Mexico Trip, Friday Morning

[hotceltogoth]

Ronan stirred slightly, shifting a bit towards the nearest source of warmth. Mmm, warmth. Warm body.

He wasn't quite awake yet, but he was starting to get there. Even if he were fighting to stay under a little bit longer.

[For the other occupant of the bed!]