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Midnight Snack

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Waking up in the middle of the night to find a warm body grinding against him was rarely a bad thing.

Especially when that warm body happened to be Sting's.

"Someone lonely?" Stewart asked sleepily.

"Hungry. Felt like a midnight snack."

"In case you'd forgotten, the kitchen is downstairs."

"My bloody house, of course I haven't forgotten. But that's not the kind of snack I had in mind."

"Really..." Still, he didn't complain as Sting moved down his body, showing exactly what he was craving. Absence might make the heart grow fonder, but it also did wonders for the appetite.