good morning -- [Elliot/Gray]
[shuffles back until they are spooned together under the covers, reaching past those wandering hands to rub circles into the side of his thigh] My bed, my rules, and there’s no kissing here until at least seven in the morning… Though I supposed I could make an exception? [he sighs happily, twisting his head a bit for Grayson to kiss if he wants]
It’s already seven thirty, love…[chuckles]
[wraps around, leaning in and pressing his lips tenderly against Elliot’s, leaning in close, the corner of his mouth turned up into a smile] I’m glad you can make the exception for me though…
