Narry Drabbles

Breakfast

His warm breath fanned over my neck. I shivered. His arms snaked around my waist and held me tight. He leaned his chin on my shoulder and watched what I was doing.

"What are you making?" he asked in his groggy morning voice.

"Scrambled eggs," I answered.

"Mmm... Smells good, babe."

I blushed and leaned back. He nuzzled his nose in my shoulder and breathed in my scent. He started to softly pepper my shoulder and neck with kisses until he reached my sweet spot.

There, he started sucking and nipping on the skin. I moaned softly and arched my back. I felt him smirk against my skin. He licked the abused skin satisfied and kissed it one more time.

Then he put his chin on my shoulder again and watched me cook. I finished making the scrambled eggs and turned around in his arms. I kissed him softly, wanting to let him know how much I loved him with that kiss. As we pulled back I noticed a blush on his cheeks. I smiled and hugged him.