Adrian awoke warm, contented, and generally feeling that all was right with the world. It was a good feeling. Mind pleasantly blank, he drifted, still not yet quite awake
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It's warm... Gaila could feel the world slowly drifting into focus, but even in her hazy, half-asleep state the memories of the night before were crystal clear. Her mind didn't work quite the same way as a human's; the continuum of memory was much clearer, sleep much less disorienting. Her lips curled into a smile as he tightened his arm around her and kissed her neck. "Adrian," she murmured, liking the way his name tasted on her lips. "Good morning."
"Very good," he agreed with a grin she could probably feel against her skin. He was aware that traditionally, the morning after was meant to be awkward. But, well...he'd never been much for tradition.
She laughed lightly at the feel of his lips against her skin. She had hoped that his laid back attitude would mean that there wouldn't be any awkwardness, but it was hard to be sure. It was a relief that he was still so relaxed, and it was awfully comfortable lying in his arms. "It is," she agreed. "A good morning proceeded by a good night."
"Preceded by an amazing night," he replied brightly. He was starting to wake up a little. He should probably make an effort to get up, or move or something, but he really didn't want to. He was warm and comfortable, and was going to stay right here until she kicked him out. Which he really hoped she wasn't going to do.
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