The sun settled on Morticia's face, stirring her awake from sleep.

She moaned softly, shifting in the soft bed. Her head bumped into a firm chest, prompting her eyes to flutter open and meet a pair of beautiful metallic eyes.

"Good morning, love," Klaus greeted in a sweet, deep voice that made her blush and smile.

"How long have you been staring at me?" she asked, her voice tiny, like a little child.

She recalled last night's activities, and heat crept onto her cheeks. She quickly covered her face with the duvet.

"Shy?" Klaus chuckled, pulling the duvet away, but she covered her face again. "You're damn cute."

He tugged...