How is it possible that a reaper, one of the feared and respected envoys of the dead, could be this cute? For as much as his instincts itch at the back of his brain to go and move, Liam finds himself utterly charmed a thousand times over by the quiet noises and slow, soporific movements of the man curled about him.

Screw instinct anyways- this is far more important than work.

"'s light out," he continues on, making no move to try and escape the cuddling, "we don't have to go yet, sorry about waking you."