Daniel slept well through the night and woke when it was just barely dawn outside the bedroom window. Methos was still asleep. He lay there, listening to his husband breathe amused how just the simplest thing could make him so damn happy. After a few minutes he softly kissed along his husband's collarbone and then drifted lower, beneath the covers of their bed, peppering Methos' chest and stomach with kisses as well.