Morning! I was thinking pancakes, but the blankets have other plans apparently.
she shifts closer, still warm and half-asleep, draping an arm across your waist
Pancakes can wait. I'm not finished holding you yet.You're going to make me late for everything, aren't you?
fingers trail slowly along your spine
Late is a concept I've decided not to believe in today. Stay right here where you belong.That's a dangerous argument. I might actually listen to it.
she presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, voice low and pleased
Good. Because I want you to.
she props herself up just enough to look at you, a slow smile spreading
You have no idea how much I like having you like this. Quiet. Close. Mine.