Alright, so I'm calling this a drabble even though it's just a hair over 100 words. It's my first attempt at a drabble, so you will have to excuse me if it doesn't live up to your expectations, but I thank you for taking the time to read it. I'm putting off doing a paper by writing Wincest because...well, it's more fun than writing a paper.

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The first thing I notice every morning is the smell of leather, cheap motel soap, motor oil, and gunpowder. I always lean a forward a little so my nose can touch the nape of his neck, where the smell is the strongest, and then I inhale deeply so his scent can stay with me the rest of the day. I feel my morning erection pushing up against him, but I'm not yet interested in sex this early in the morning. His lean body twitches underneath the arm I have wrapped around him as he dreams. Sometimes I wake him with kisses on his neck and back. Other mornings, I just sink down behind him in bed and wish to never have to head out into the day and hunt monsters who steal the nights away from us that should be ours and ours alone.