Breakfast - Erik Lehnsherr

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You were making breakfast, as you did every other day, wearing nothing but one of Erik's shirts, however, today you felt far happier than usual, which caused you to blast out some Hank Williams, shake your hips to the music, and even dance a little as you busied yourself in the kitchen; however, when 'Hey Good Lookin'' came on, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and lips you knew all too well began to pepper your neck in little kisses.

"Hey," Erik grinned, swaying you to the music as you made some waffles. "What's cookin' good lookin'?"

"Waffles, toast, and bacon," you giggled, leaning against him slightly and smiling. "And you have no right to call me good looking."

"Do I not?" He chuckled, turning you around and pinning you against the counter with a smirk.

"Nope," you answered, still smiling. "Because you're far better looking."

"I find that hard to believe," he growled, pressing a harsh kiss to your lips. "Especially when you wear nothing but my shirt, kitten."

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