It was a beautiful Saturday morning, and Clover and Qrow were sleeping soundly in their shared bed. Clover slept with his chest pressed against Qrow's back and his face buried in the older man's soft hair. It was close to 9:00, but neither cared, all they wanted at the moment was to remain in the warmth of each other's presence.

"I wanna stay like this forever." Qrow mumbled sleepily.

"Me too." Clover yawned.

Then Clover begins to press several lazy kisses up and down the side of Qrow's neck. Qrow sighs in content, tilting his head back to give Clover more access to his throat. Next, Clover rolls his boyfriend onto his back and slides on top of him, spreading his legs apart so he could settle in between them.

"Let's take this nice and slow, shall we?" Clover suggested, slowly, yet firmly, grinding his hips against Qrow's.

Qrow replies with an enthusiastic groan and pulls Clover's face to his, kissing him. They kiss and made love to each other softly and slowly for the next thirty minutes.

"That was great, babe." Qrow giggled, panting slightly.

"Indeed, it was." Clover replied, giving him a peck on the lips.

He gives Qrow some more kisses on his cheeks and forehead.

"And later on, when we're both more awake...I can make you scream my name so much you'll lose your voice." Clover whispered into Qrow's ear.

That comment alone had Qrow wide awake and ready for more.

A/N: This was quite short, but hopefully still entertaining.