Breaking The Rules

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I'm sorry for not updating this story in so long
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Nothing made me happier than having my 230-pound boyfriend lay on top of me while I'm trying to peacefully sleep. And put his full weight on me. And laugh at me as I struggled to breathe. It took me having to forcefully roll him off the bed to get off of me, my body splayed across the bed as I thanked God for letting me live another day.

"I'm trying to sleep, you fucking asshole," I mumbled, throwing the blankets back over my head and body so I was hidden from the disgusting sun. "Go make breakfast or something."

Nik groaned from the floor in response.

"Bloody hell," he muttered. "Why would you do that?"

"I was dying, idiot," I snapped. "God, you would think that you knew how much your girlfriend hates being woken up before noon after getting the muscle thoroughly fucked out of her but you still insist on being an ass-wipe."

He grunted. "Whatever. What do you want to eat, grumpy ass?"

I removed the covers and glared down at him. "You have no idea how much worse I can be, Saint-Clair, so don't test me. I want French Toast. A lot of it. And if I don't have at least ten pieces on my plate then I'll cry."

Niklaus stood up silently and put the blankets back over me, kissing my shoulder. Surprisingly, he didn't argue back with me, only rubbing my back slowly... and it felt really nice.

"I think I know why you got up in the middle of the night now," he whispered to me, kissing another part of my shoulder. "You sure you don't want pancakes?"

I pursed my lips at his changed of attitude, narrowing my eyes in suspicion. "Yes, please."

"Chocolate chip?"

"Mhm." I buried my face in the pillows, feeling him kiss my temple. "And can we try to find a pair of those fluffy frog pants later today, too?"

Nik chuckled softly. "Of course, love. Anything else you need?"

"Advil," I muttered. "And a pad so I don't have to search through my bag again."

Niklaus nodded his head. "Alright. You want an herbal tea to drink, too, right?"

"Right," I hummed, finally turning my head to look at him. Nik smiled at me and pecked my lips, then kissed my forehead. "Thank you, Nik."

He smiled. "Just trying to help you, love. You sure you're going to be okay?"

I slowly nodded, turning my head away when he tried to kiss me again. He grunted when he missed my lips, kissing my cheek instead.

"What was that for?" He whined.

"Morning breath exists, idiot," I told him, watching his eyes roll. "I'll give you a kiss once I've eaten."

"For fuck's sake," he muttered, turning my head back to him. "The fact that you still think I care about that is bloody ridiculous."

I opened my mouth to say something back but only gasped as he pushed his lips against mine, moving a hand to my hair and gently tugging it. I whined in protest at him but didn't pull away, returning his kiss with a much softer one as I moved my lips against his slowly.