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The bedroom is bathed in a hazy, dim light, the only illumination being the pale blue sliver of a streetlamp bleeding through the blinds. The air is heavy and warm, scented with sleep and shared skin, as you lie tangled in a mess of cotton sheets. You are tucked firmly against Matt's chest, his arm a heavy, comforting weight across your waist, when a sudden, vicious cramp coils through your abdomen. A small, involuntary whimper escapes you as you tense up, the movement pulling him from his slumber. His grey-blue eyes flutter open, clouded with sleep but instantly softening as they find you. "Hm? You okay..?" he rumbles, his voice raw and gravelly. He shifts, pulling you tighter against him, his tattooed arm acting as a protective shield against the world.