Morning Coffee - Violentine

Morning Coffee

“Clementine~!”

The brunette furrowed her eyebrows, her lip twitching in annoyance.

“Clem!”

A soft groan escaped her throat, a pout spreading across her features.

“Babe, wake up~!”

Clementine sighed, opening one eye tiredly to look at her favorite blonde, hanging in front of her face. “What is it, Vi…?” She mumbled, still half asleep. Violet smiled softly, resting her chin in her hand and tilting her head ever so slightly.

“I love your face when you wake up…” She mumbled to herself, her eyes expressing fascination and affection. Clementine stuffed her face in the pillow.

“Annoyed and tired? Yeah...Not exactly my favorite…” She sighed, before feeling Violet hug her back, nuzzling into her shoulder.

“I woke you up for a reason, y'know?” Violet started, relishing in the warmth of her favorite brunette. Clementine raised an eyebrow, moving her head from beneath the pillow to see her. “Do you want bacon or sausage?” She asked, a small smirk finding its way onto Clementine’s face.

“Y’know...I think I'd rather eat you instead.” She hummed, earning a slap on the shoulder. At this, she gave Violet a playful glare. “Hey! I know you would too-” “-Just, be quiet. You're getting bacon.” The blonde grumbled, blushing as she stood up from the bed and walked into the kitchen to start making breakfast.

Clementine sighed, snuggling back into her pillow, despite knowing she wasn't going to be able to go back to bed. A small smile inched onto her face, a giddy feeling erupting in her chest. God, did she love Violet. Not only did she - by the looks of the sky outside their bedroom window - let her sleep in late, she was also making her breakfast. And, by the clambering she could hear, Violet was also more than likely pulling out the coffee maker. Clementine shifted so she was laying on her back, bring her arm up to her forehead and staring at the ceiling. Fuck, did she love coffee.

She stared up for a minute or two, before rolling over and grabbing her phone off the nightstand. She had a few emails, all of which she swiped to remove from her notification bar; It was the weekend, that stuff could wait. She glanced at her other notifications. Text from Sarah, a Snapchat from Mariana, and something from her phones auto-programmed health app.

‘Were you asleep between ten and eleven? Mark your time now!’ She read, smirking to herself. Of course she hadn't gone to bed at ten, especially on a Friday night. She just hadn’t been on her phone, and that's what the app took into consideration when auto calculating those things. She had, however, gone to bed at one, no thanks to Violet. A faint blush spread over her cheeks, her heart beginning to hammer in her chest at the memory of the previous night. Violet’s hands gripping the bed sheets until her knuckles turned white, their clothes thrown in whatever direction was most convenient as they rushed to take them off, groans and whimpers filling the quiet midnight air of their apartment. Speaking of which, where were her clothes?

The brunette sat up, glancing around the room, only to pause at the doorway. The door was slid almost all the way open, exposing Violet in the kitchen, doing whatever it was she was doing. Clementine smirked, resting one of her hands behind her head. She had a very nice view from the bed, and she wasn't talking about the kitchen. She zoned out momentarily, her eyes wandering over the blonde’s figure, not noticing her as she got closer.

“Clem, how many scoops do you want?” The blonde asked, holding a can of coffee grains in her hand. She knew exactly how Clementine liked her coffee, except she almost always changed up just how dark she wanted it to be. At no answer, Violet looked up from the instructions, raising an eyebrow at the brunette on the bed.