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Morning Afters with Milo feel like they run in slow motion. Neither Milo or the workaholic we know Sweetheart to be, move an inch to get up out of bed. Aggro is purring at the sight of Sweetheart wrapped in Milo’s arms as the ruffled covers wrap around them again with a gentle kiss to their forehead. “G’mornin’ Sweetheart,” his voice is smooth and sweet like honey, and his eyes are barely open as he flashes a dreamy smile down at his mate. Arms are always wound tighter around the other, touches never ending; a hand always finds another, a kiss always finds a shoulder or neck, and a hug always clasped a torso.

Barely anything needed to be spoken between the two, it’s as if they’re both telepaths who preferred mindspeak to the common murmured confessions of love in the short morning hours. But they just knew- words sat on tongues, sweet ones- but were released into the mouth of the other with a gentle kiss instead.