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[everywere]

I'm not a morning person. Or a morning... whatever I am. Maybe it's the cat part of me but I hate getting out of bed in the morning. I can do it if I have to but I don't like it. Fortunately the amazing woman I share a bed with is very understanding about that and when she doesn't have to get up early for works she stays in bed with me.

Scooting over I press up against her back, her smaller form half curled up on her side. I know she's awake but I'm glad that she's still here. I'm always happier when I wake up with her neck to me. I curl my body up around hers and put an arm over her, wrapping it around her and pulling her close before I nuzzle along the back of her neck.

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[irishcoffee]

It was the happiest thing she'd ever had to get used to, the very non-morning person she was living with, and the best part was never knowing which one she'd find. The grumbling bear, the purring cat, the low growl of the wolf...or the affectionate human.

The warm, smooth arm against the bare skin of her stomach and the lips on her neck were all the hints she needed that her Jack was human this morning. And because it was more fun this way, she played possum and pretended to still be asleep.