You sat at the kitchen table with your laptop. You had woken up before Riker and decided to let him sleep in since he was working so hard lately. With all of the album work and publicity, he was starting to get a little sleep deprived. The minute his head hit the pillow last night, he was out cold. Usually he cuddled and tried to have a bit of fun with you, but he was just too exhausted. As much as you wanted to have his company, you thought against it and brought your belongings to the dining room to give him a little extra snooze time.
Eventually, Riker rolled out of bed. He was in nothing but his boxer briefs when he walked out into the hallway and followed it to where you sat. "Good morning," he yawned to you, scratching the back of his head. His blond hair was already messy, but that action certainly didn't help. His bed head was adorable paired with the glasses he had on.
"Morning, baby," you said to him. You turned around and flashed him a sweet smile and your heart melted a little bit when you saw how sleepy he still looked. "Do you want something to eat?" you offered.
He rested his hands on your shoulder before bending down to peck your cheek. One of his hands played with the loose hair that hung out of your ponytail. "I can get something myself," he chuckled before straightening up. But you wouldn't allow it.
You pushed yourself away from the table and stood up quickly, cutting him off on his way to the fridge "No," you insisted. "I want to get it for you." With a shrug, he sat down at an empty spot at the table and threw his legs up onto the chair across from him. "What would you like, dear?"
"A banana," he said. He had obviously had his mind set. Man, did he love those bananas. "With almond butter, please?" You gathered everything, including a glass of ice water, and walked back over to the table, setting it down in front of him. That is when he caught a glimpse of your shirt. "Bassists do it deeper, huh?" he asked, reading the text off of your shirt.
At first, you were confused. That's when he pointed to your chest and wiggled his eyebrows. "Oh, this old thing?" you laughed. "Do you like it?"
Riker held onto your hips and pulled you onto his lap, feeling the skin of your legs against his. You were in just your underwear, and he slid his finger under the waistband. "Do you want to test that theory?" he asked seductively. His eyes wandered from yours down to your lap as his finger found its way deeper under the thin material.
"Eat your breakfast," you laughed, physically removing his hand from your panties and standing up. The frustration that had built up was too much and Riker let out an audible groan. His eyes followed you as you made your way back to your chair and you resumed what you were previously looking at.
"I'll show you later," he said as he pealed the banana in his hand and spread some almond butter onto it with a knife. "I'll do it so deep, babe."
