>>32682693You stir early in the morning after a long night spent together. You grasp for the cup of water at your bedside table and take several gulps as you try to slip back into a restful sleep, but you struggle against your pillow as you wake. You finally notice the emptiness of the bed and hear a light crackling coming from the kitchen. You protest and try to fall back asleep, but after a moment too long, you give up. You rouse and draw yourself up off of the bed, grumpy as can be, and exit the bedroom with a frown on your face.
The hall between the bedroom and the kitchen feels longer than it is. Your feet shuffle beyond the threshold and you make your way directly to the pot of coffee that has been brewed for the both of you. His happy humming fills your ears as you gaze down at the coffee pot. You see your empty cup sitting next to two sugar packets and a carton of half and half. You see the caffeine before you, and pause. Before you can move, your body is drawn up with his in a tight embrace as your breakfast sizzles behind you.
"I'm so sorry if I woke you up..."
"No, I couldn't sleep..." you whisper. He groans in your ear.
"Alright. I'm almost done, make your coffee and sit down."
He dwells as you stir your cream and sugar into the cup, but returns to the stove top and flips the eggs he has been carefully preparing for the both of you.
You stir slowly, the fog of a night of endless sex clouding your vision...
You sip your coffee and breathe slowly, gathering your senses.
The sound of him humming and singing a few bars fills your ears and brings a smile to your face as you sip away.
After a few moments you are presented with a plate of two eggs and a piece of toast. The plates clatter onto the table accompanied by a joyous sound from him as he sets his sights on the banquet he has made for the two of you.
The eggs are delicious of course, and you nourish yourself thoroughly on them as you slowly wake.
The glances you share are delightful. He seems completely absorbed in his ability to fry an egg, and you can't help but laugh as he stuffs his face with toasted bread and egg and looks at you yearning for approval.
You finish your coffee and your breakfast and you feel mostly awake.
You exchange smiles for several moments. Drawing yourself up, you bring both plates to the sink and start washing them. He gets the skillet he used and joins you, scrubbing the oil off into the drain. You both set the clean dishes into the drying rack and are drawn up into his arms.
"Was it good, my darling?"
You nod.
"Good. I'm sorry if I woke you up."
He kisses your neck up and down.
"Come watch TV with me?"
You nod. His arms dip and grab you into a princess carry as he carries you to the living room. A soft moan escapes your lips as you see the broad smile on his face. He sits down on the sofa and grabs the remote with his off hand as you settle into his body, both of you cuddled together he puts on his favorite show.
