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More Lotor content?? On my blog?? It’s more likely than you think.

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You’re slowly roused from your sleep, and you give a small whine of protest, hoping whatever woke you up would go away.

Something soft presses against your neck and you sleepily swat your hand in what you hope was at least close to its general direction.

All you manage to swipe at is the air and you here a chuckle from behind you and you finally manage to register not what, but who woke you up. He softly drags his knuckles up and down your arm, leaning in to press another kiss to your neck.

“Fuck off, I’m tired,” you grumble, doing your best to curl away from Lotor.

His chest is pressed against your back, and you can feel the way his laugh vibrates against you. “Good morning to you too my love. Or should I say good afternoon? We’ve slept for a little over nine vargas.” He presses another light kiss beneath your ear and you hum in response.

Still not opening your eyes, you roll over so you’re facing him, and blindly grope around until your hand lands on his face. What starts off as slightly muffled chuckles from Lotor turns into full laughter as you try – and fail – to kiss him, your lips instead landing on his chin.

“I’m glad that by some stroke of luck, you were never called to fight right after waking up. Your coordination is terrible.” Lotor muses, his tone teasing as he tucks some of your hair behind your ear.

“Oh shut up,” you huff, “I’m extra tired today and it’s all your fault. You were unusually… insatiable, last night.” Finally peeking open your eyes, you see Lotor’s head squished against his pillow, a few strands of hair hanging in front of his eyes. Drifting your eyes a little lower, you see the hickeys you gave him last night and you smile. Then, of course, his chest, rising and falling slowly. You can see the top of his hip bones, but any lower is covered by the blanket. Not that you need to see it anyway. After last night you could certainly never forget it.

“Oh, that was your fault, my love.” Lotor voices, pulling your thoughts back to the present, “You just had to look so good during the wedding. During our wedding.”

You can hear the grin in his voice, and you turn your head to look at him, smiling as well. Lotor takes it as the perfect opportunity to cup your chin and pull you into a kiss. Despite Lotor’s insistence on you two getting up, you can tell he’s just as tired as you. The kiss is lazy and sloppy, and you’re pretty sure you managed to get a little drool on your husband’s chin. When you pull away, you bury your head in his neck.

“I don’t want to get up,” you protest.

“But we should.”

“Probably.”

“But you won’t, will you?”

You give a negative hum, shaking your head slightly to further back up your answer.

Lotor sighs after a moment, finally settling back into bed, pulling the blankets back up to your shoulders. “Then we don’t have to.”

“I love you,” you mumble, already half asleep again.

“I love you too.”

“Oh and Lotor?” you start, bumping your head against his chin a little as you shift.

“Hm?” Lotor’s already snoozing off again as well.

“If you even think of kissing me with that morning breath again, we’re getting a divorce,” you state with finality, peeking open your eyes to look at him again.

A tired half-smile spreads across his face and he holds you a little tighter, finally drifting off to sleep again.