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The early morning sun peers into the bedroom through a gap in the curtains bathing Amelia Atkinson's legs in a warm glow, from behind she feels Colby Jefferson wrapped around her like a protective shell, the brunette's body heat radiating through Amy's bare back with an arm loosely around her waist and a palm flat against the redheads stomach. Despite the late summer heat the closeness is comforting and for a moment Amy allows herself to enjoy a rare moment of bliss as she pieces together the night before. The sheets are a tangled mess, a bra hangs from the chandelier having been recklessly thrown into the air, there were used champagne glasses, a now cold bubble bath and two sets of sweaty ring gear thrown on the bathroom floor. What began as triumphant bragging had quickly devolved into drinking and then an energetic yet tender victory celebration that had lasted deep into the night.
Amy rolls over to face Colby, she carefully brushes a few wayward strands of hair from her sleeping face and for a while just watches her tag team partner sleep as she often did. Amy and Colby had made a morning routine of discussing each others sleep, during the worst of the recent upheaval Amy had observed Colby murmuring and thrashing around in her sleep as if being attacked by an unseen assailant while Colby had noted Amy having panicked but largely nonsensical conversations that could sometimes go on for several minutes. Now that things had calmed down both had reported significant improvements and now that they were both back to their winning ways things finally seemed to be looking up.
Amy held her breath as Colby stirred and grudgingly opened one eye, but upon seeing a pair of golden eyes gazing back at her she sleepily made an affectionate squeaking sound and pulled the redhead on top of her, resting one hand on her hip and the other on her lower back. From above Amy placed a kiss on Colby's lips and with a smile would greet her tag team partner.
"Good morning, my hero."
