In Darkness and In Light

Pride of lions.

My body slowly woke from my slumber, stretching out my limbs I felt my muscles tighten before I relaxed feeling all snuggly in the bed of warmth.

As always, my first instinct was to look for Zak. Shooting my eyes across the bed, I found him watching me again.

"If you're planning to kill me, with a pillow and in my sleep please." I spoke

"You're so gorgeous." He replied making me blink.

"W- " I was cut off by his lips meeting mine. Our lips moved in sync before I bit on to his lower lip knowing it was his clincher.

He groaned pulling me across the bed and into his side.

"Hmm." I responded as he rubbed my back with his hand returning every kiss I gave.

I broke away from his mouth and smacked my lips together getting a taste from him. "Is that.. Have you been eating ginger biscuits?"

"No. Maybe.." He answered.

"I can taste ginger. Have you eaten breakfast with out me?!" I asked pulling away and sitting up straight.

"Why woul-"

"You know full well that is one of my pet hates. I mean, am I that grotesque that you can't eat with me now?" I asked him.

"Robyn.-"

"Oh god I am, I'm turning into a psycho, meal time madness and all that shit but it's the most important meal of the day and I'm shit at cooking I know but I like to make sure you've got enough food in your belly because you do so much for me and for the show and now our baby, you work so hard and if I-"

His lips hit mine causing me to stop. He pulled away watching my face before I took a breath to continue when he kissed me again.

"Z-z- ak." I pulled away. "Stop. It's- Zachery!" I snapped.

He paused bolting up straight "Did you just use my full name?"

"I'm trying to talk and it's distracting. I thought we always had breakfast toge-"

I paused seeing biscuits as he lifted one up and bit it. "Oh no, carry on your moaning about breakfast, whilst I eat the ginger biscuits I made for you first thing this morning after Bacon mentioned you were feeling nauseous yesterday." Zak replied.

"You made me biscuits?" I asked.

He began grinning whilst looking at my feet wiggling together.

"Shut up, it's a comfort thing.. Did you really make them?" I asked looking at the small plate beside him.

"What these?" He pointed.

"Uh huh."

"I made them, yeah."

"For me?" I asked.

"No, not for you now. You're telling me off. Carry on."

I pushed my bottom lip out at him as he crunched one. "I'll cry." I warned.

"Emotional blackmail. Hmm. This is a new technique. Tell you what?" He smiled dusting his hands off. "You come and get one."

"Fine.."

I reached over when his hand blocked mine, I rolled my eyes at him and tried again. Blocked.

After several attempts of being friendly, I was resorting to attacking him instead.

"OWWWWH MY NIPPLE! ROBYN NO!" He squealed.

"Stop winding me up!"

"TAKE THEM! FUCK JUST DON'T-" He let out a high pitched yell making me stop and instantly.