<strong>Name:</strong>Andrew<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Master Bedroom<br/><strong>With Whom:</strong>Aidan<br/><br/>The soft click of the door did not arouse Andrew from his sleep. He did, however, when Aidan rolled over and draped herself across his body, planting a soft kiss against his skin. He smiled at that, letting his own arm drop around her as he turned slightly on his side to face her somehwat more. It also allowed him to cuddle her - he had been fast asleep by the time she had gotten home last night, he hadn't even heard her get into bed with him so finding her there this morning, laying beside him, was a pleasant surprise.<br/><br/>Of course, he still clung to the last tendrils of sleep, comforted by the warmth of the blankets and the warmth of the body that clung to him. It was a losing fight, however, as the brightness of the sun began to shine through the shuttered windows, the smells of a breakfast cooking starting to waft into his nostrils, alerting his stomach to the need of eating. It brought him a few steps closer to full alertness and he pulled Aidan closer to him. It was only then that he became aware of his morning woody as it pressed against his wife.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Matt<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Twins Bedroom<br/><strong>With Whom"</strong>Nikki<br/><br/>Matthew realized his dream was over and that something was over. Still in a groggy state of mind, still suffering from the tendrils of sleep, he fumbled around in his bed for what it was. His hand came to rest against the cooler metal of a small box, following a room-tempreture rubber cord to two ear buds. He fumbled with them in one hand and brought them back up to his ears, slipping a bud into each one. The sounds of Ennio Morricone filled his ears. He had been on a Spaghetti Western Movie Kick lately and had discovered the amazing soundtrack of 'The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly." This had quickly led him to the other soundtracks produced by the Italian and he had fallen asleep listening to them during the night. With his iPod set on 'repeat the cycle', the music was still playing now in the morning.<br/><br/>Knowing that the battle with sleep was over, he lay there for a few more minutes before yawning, stretching, and then sliding his legs over the side of his bed. He sat upright and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, still with the earbuds in his ears. His bedsheets wrapped around his waist, hiding his morning boner from his twin, but luckily she was still asleep. But she was moving rather oddly. Matt couldn't help but stare, noticing really for the first time just how good looking his twin was, especially as she wiggled in her bed.