Good Morning by Lisa He woke to the sound of whimpers coming from across a mound of blankets. Ash sat up and glanced sleepily at the man lying on the other side of the disheveled bed, his naked back twitching as another soft moan escaped his lips. Ash reached across Quinn's body and picked up the glass of water that was sitting beside the bed. He dipped his fingers in the cool liquid and lightly drew them along Quinn's spine, leaving a trail of moisture in his wake. His fingertips traced circles around Quinn's shoulders, causing him to roll over, dragging Ash's wet fingers across his chest. Ash rewet his fingers and drew them across Quinn's lips before leaning in for a kiss. "Good morning..."