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"Hm..." you rub your eyes, the delicate white sheet slipping off of your body, leaving you in one of Sting's large band t-shirt's- ironically, one of the musician 'Sting', to his absolute delight. "Good morning," your voice sounds raspy and rough, and you yawn as the morning rays beam down on you.
You could feel Sting tense up beside you, and you blinked at him in surprise. "You sleep well?" you ask in the same gravelly tone.
He grins, leaning closer and trapping you with both of his arms besides your waist. His face bends towards yours, and you gasp as his spiked hair brushed against your forehead.
Your own (e/c) eyes widen at his sudden actions. "Hm..." he brushes his nose against yours, and you relax at the feeling of his touch, closing your eyes. "If you always sound this sexy in the morning, I'll always sleep beside you..." he murmurs.
Your eyes shoot open, and you slap him hard against his chest. "Sting!"
