It was 6 am when the cool, calm of the morning was suddenly shattered by the piercing sound of an electronic alarm clock. Beneath the mound of blankets on the bed, a lump stirred, an arm extending out to the clock on the nightstand and hitting the snooze before disappearing back under the blankets. With the pesky alarm subdued Xan snuggled close to Charlie from behind. This wasn't the first time this morning she had hit the snooze, wanting to delay her child's first day of school. She nuzzles her face lovingly into the nape of his neck, arms wrapped comfortingly around the teen.<br/>As was usual for this time of year Xan slept in little more than a tank top and panties, which could barely contain her. Her hair is a deep strawberry blonde swept into a lazy bun, the odd curl hanging where it pleased. Her large ears twitch as a new alarm starts going off. With a soft moan of disappointment she snuggles more into Charlie, breathing him in.