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Eirene, for the first time in her life, oversleeps. The sun is already streaming through a crack in one of the curtains by the time her eyes flutter open, infusing the room with warm light, and she takes her time waking up by staring up at the ceiling while her brain struggles into coherency.

Which is when she realizes she's on her back, and Clark is curled halfway on top of her, which is really damn cozy and provides no incentive to move. Well, aside from the fingertips of one hand brushing gently against his cheek.

He is way too adorable with his eyes closed.