<div align="center"><em>Daniel with Ingrid in their studio apartment</em></div><br/><div align="center">(http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/doogieporker/3784506_gal.jpg)</div><br/>Daniel moaned something indecipherable as sleep left him, the soft words of his lover pulling him slowly awake.  He turned, her lips along his neck making him shiver slightly, and smiled.  He blinked a few times, then ran his hands over his face, trying to clear away the fog that still lingered from the night of restful sleep.  He was tired...late night photo sessions with Ingrid usually ensured that even a good night's rest wasn't enough to rejuvenate him...but he smiled anyway, and stifled a yawn.<br/><br/>"Good morning, lover..." he said, grinning, his arms wrapping around her.  He pulled her closer to him, rolling her atop his form even as she slid her hand beneath the covers of their bed.  His hands slid down to her hips, and his eyes rose to meet her own, his smile still clinging to his lips.  Of all the employees in the place, he spent most of his time with Ingrid, and not only because of the relationship they shared.  She was easily among the top photographers in Waxing Rhapsody, and her work in black and white was phenomenal.  Buyers thought so too, as she had sold her last three shoots for a healthy profit, and there was little she wanted for.<br/><br/>Well, maybe not so little he thought, his morning erection grinding against her thigh.  He chuckled quietly, his hips pressing into her own.<br/><br/>"How did last night's shoot turn out?" he asked, his arms raising as he folded them behind his head.  "I'm eager to see the<em>quality</em>of our work."