You were in one of Natasha's jumpers, bare feet on the hardwood floor, and your hair hadn't been tamed from last night's 'activities' yet. But there was no time for anything other than a quick brush of the teeth and to splash some water on your face because while you were both exhausted from jetlag and staying up late, you wanted to make your girlfriend breakfast. And you wouldn't have time to do that if you slept much longer because Antonio was already on his way to prep for lunch.
There was a bit of Adele playing lowly as you casually danced around the kitchen, pouring the pancake batter and turning over the veggie bacon. You cracked some eggs into the pan, brought out the plates and utensils, setting them on the tray as the food sizzled. You salt bae'd some chocolate chips and banana slices into the pancakes after doing a spin before flipping them, shaking your ass the whole time, holding onto the edge of the stovetop. You made yourself laugh and then you yelped in surprise when a hand landed hard on your right cheek, stopping to squeeze hard on impact, making you hiss at the soreness – last night coming back in a full force of sweet, sweet memories.
"Don't make me drag you back to bed, princess." She warned lowly, her voice scratchy with sleep, and you turned around to beam at the grumpy little redhead as she went to pour herself some coffee, but then you handed her a mug that she took gratefully.
"Morning, sunshine." You teased and she grumbled around the rim.
"Don't act like you're not the same before you have tea." She shot back and you shrugged, smirking, before she passed by to check out what you were cooking, kissing your cheek.
"Making us some breakfast."
"I see that, sweetheart," Her tone was suspicious as she kissed over your covered shoulder, "Any reason for the sudden need to cook? You never eat breakfast. Or dinner. Honestly, you rarely eat."
"Heey," You whined, "I do eat all of those."
"A clementine for breakfast and a piece of dry toast for dinner doesn't count."
You turned back to the stove, frowning, muttering sadly, "I have to stay fit. It's not always the healthiest, but it's part of my job."
"I know you do, baby, I'm sorry," She hugged you from behind, speaking against the back of your neck, "I just worry about you sometimes."
"Do I not eat everything you give me?" You smirked and she chuckled, the mood lifted, "Here."
You lifted a piece of bacon over your shoulder, and she bit half of it off, so you popped the rest into your mouthhole.
"Oh, bleh," She complained, and you furrowed your eyebrows as you continued chewing, "That's not bacon, what is it?"
"Veggie bacon?"
"I give you the best sex you've ever had, and you can't feed me real bacon? Insulting."
"Esqueeze you," You flicked off the stove and then turned around in her hold, so she caged you in a bit, "Best sex I've ever had? Says who? And if I remember correctly," You tapped your chin, pretending to think back as you looked up a little towards the ceiling, but her eyes stayed on yours, soft and everything, "You're the one who said they never orgasmed like that in their life. Or that much in one night."
She scrunched her nose up with a smile, "Don't use that word."
"What – fine," You sighed, rolling your eyes before you looked her right in hers, "Came. You never came like that before."
"That wasn't better!"
"What?" You gaped at her, half amused, half genuinely surprised, "All that dirty shit that came out of your mouth last night – the stuff you did to me, and I can't say cum or orgasm?? Why? Because the fucking sun's out!"
