Ad Hominem

1: "You'll Get Your Valentine's Kiss-"

"Don't leave me, babe." Nudge.

"We will grow old together in the farm and get more of me everyday, don't worry." Poke.

"The gang can go to hell, we'll hideout in Paris, under the Eiffel Tower, 'kay?" Fanning hot breath.

"We can have the peaceful life we always wanted, Elise." Shove.

-"M'kay."

"I just have to ask you one final question, babe." Wet Willie.

-"I'll answer in whatever way you want, babe, just ask away, and let's fly off to Paris."

"Milk or dry?" Hold your horses!

Splash! goes the cold freezing water, a tiny sprinkle of it, dousing Elise in all her snoring glory and a snicker reaches her sleepy inactive ears. She squirms beneath the soft silken sheets, that has knotted around her sprawling limbs in intricacy, and one of her hands successfully emerges out from the pool of her covers, reaching out to catch a hold of the culprit. Her fingers close to fist and opens, searching for the evildoer's figure, who dared to interrupt her literally delicious slumber.

"Elise? Elise!" "Is that-" she wonders in her lethargic daze.

"Wake up, babe!"

Elise questions in her drowsiness, "Babe? So that means, he's here? Mr. Healthy Fibres is finally here?"

"Are wemmm- gonnto... Parsh?" Elise speaks in her low groggy tone, still struggling to uncurl herself from the covers. A hand at last makes its way through to the sheets and slowly distangles the silks, encircling and clinging onto Elise.

"Paris? What for?" She opens one eye and jerks back, realization dawning upon her and a frown is etched onto her plump pink lips. "Great. It was another stupid oatmeal fantasy-" she mourns internally, at the thought of not being able to run away with the love of her life, and later devouring him in milk, malt and honey.

"Nnodin-ah-haaa," she yawns and her bona fide love of her life takes a seat beside her, the feathery mattress sinking with his weight and making her lean towards him. She lazily presses on her elbows to raise her body into a sitting position, when he carefully wraps his arms around her torso and helps her up. A quiet incoherent mumble leaves her mouth, her eyes drifting off again, as she hums.

"Was that another oatmeal fantasy, babe?" He enquires playfully, his fingers crawling through her tangled morning hair, making her lean back into the touch of his gently combing hand with pleasure.

"Chiwun ledasko toparrass," she murmers, earning a soft chuckle from him. He squeezes her from the sides and plants an affectionate kiss on her temple, her body rocking back and forth without her dominance on it.

"I'm not charged yet to decode your words, Elise," he warns her, "I still haven't had my coffee, because Mrs. Fibers was apparently more busy running away with her husband, that she forgot about her very earthly boyfriend." And she nods cluelessly, not a word of his registering inside her currently dormant head. He chuckles again, shaking his head with comprehension. "She's something-" he ponders with admiration.

"C'mon, sleepyhead! Let's get you some oatmeal." The last word raises an alert response from Elise, and her eyes immediately flutter open. "Mr. Healthy Fibres?" Her hoarse voice speaks.

"Nope, but I have frosted flakes or oatmeal, or corn flakes, whatever you wish, babe." A joyous squeal fills the air inside the room and Elise launches herself onto her beloved one. He nearly loses balance but briskly snakes his arms around her waist, securing her tightly around him as she embraces him, just as tightly.