<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Morning arrived all too soon for Cameron's tastes.  He woke to discover that in the night Gwen had stolen all the covers -- something that made him chuckle softly.  He slid off the mattress to put on his sleeping clothes mostly in self-defense because it was chilly in here, damn it... and then slipped back onto the mattress and attempted to extricate at least part of a blanket from his sleeping lover.  He had forgotten her tendency to wrap herself up like a cocoon.  It was unfairly adorable, unless one were cold.<br/>
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Unable to free a blanket, he settled for watching her sleep, smiling faintly.  She looked more as he remembered her, in repose.  Younger -- less burdened.  Her waking hours were full of such tension that he was not surprised to see the first hints of wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and what he suspected was a snow white hair sprouting from her part.  (He was also smart enough never, ever to mention either of them.)</span></span>