When he woke, he stirred and smiled, feeling her against him. He knew it was her, too, and turned his head, looking at her. She was gorgeous, and felt really good snuggled close, and one of his arms was around her.
He turned his head, and pressed a kiss to her temple, light, gently, and ever so soft. He did not want to wake her, but his body screamed for bathroom, and he had the worst case of morning wood he had experienced in a very long time.
He edged back from her and then tried to get out of bed over her without waking her. He could surely do that, right? Nope. Instead, his arms lost strength somewhere over her, and then a small part of him bounced off of her and toward the floor where he landed, with an oof. "Ow..."