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You wake to the motion of the bed shifting beneath you. Morning already. You settle more firmly on your stomach, closing your eyes to the reality of morning's arrival. You can hear it – the sounds of a city slowly waking, additional noises of people and machinery and the surrounding building starting to stir.
The man beside you exhales, the mattress dipping again as he shifts to press his body into yours, gathering you into his arms. One of his hands starts to burrow into the blankets wrapping you like a cocoon. "Wake up," there is a smile in his voice, breaking the kiss that he lands on the back of your neck, "or I will do the waking."
Is that a threat or a temptation he's offering? It sounds just as dangerous as it does promising. This is payback for waking him up to argue a few hours ago. Or playfulness to help you banish the darkness and face the day. You're having trouble figuring out which.
"What time is it?" Blinking your eyes a few times you twist your shoulders, pushing your torso slightly off the bed and into his body.
Helmut doesn't answer. Satisfied he's gotten you stirring he simply smiles and pushes himself up, abandoning the task of finding a way into your blanket cocoon. You roll to watch him get out of bed in the low light of early morning.
It's early. So very early. Why did he wake you?
Helmut pauses as he stands, his attention turned, snagged on the dresser. Just like the front of his torso, his back sports several scars you don't remember from hazy memories of family trips Before. You wish he would come back to bed and let you examine every inch – but then you're also enjoying the view and the way his pajama pants hug his body.
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