A Pirate's Love

So Much for a Morning

  The sun rose and the glares shined in each room.

  After such a glorious and powerful loving night, each person in Diego and Marcus's apartment were steamed out from the heated love making last night.

  Starting with Foxy waking up, and yawning. He rubbed his eyes open and then heard, another yawn next to him.

  His eyes caught his lover waking up from her slumber. They were both still naked under the sheets and Foxy smiled, seeing Mangle having hickeys on her neck.

  Last night was another unforgettable night for them. Foxy leaned over and kissed Mangle's shoulder.

  She felt this and smiled. Looking around the room, she remembered what happened and where they were.

  "Mmm morning.."

  "Hehe, good morning.." Foxy chuckled still kissing her shoulder.

  She smiled and looked at the clock. It was 11:49 am. She remembered that they still had to head back to the garage and deal with customers.

  Her heavy sighed filled the room and patted on Foxy's arm, that was wrapped around her.

  "Mmm we have to head back." She said and heard Foxy groan. "I know, but there maybe some people who need there cars fixed....and you know I don't trust Freddy in fixing cars, for shit.."

  Foxy looked at her as she turned and faced him. Rubbing his head, he had to admit. Freddy was not good at car fixing and had to give in. "Alright.... we'll take a shower when we get back.."

  Mangle nodded kissing Foxy before getting out of bed, and gather her clothes, from last night before heading to the bathroom.

  Then having Foxy get up and grab his boxers and put them on, before finding the rest of there clothes.

  Downstairs

  "Mmmm" Marcus groaned and woke up, stretching his body. His head turned and his eyes caught that instead of his beautiful African queen laying next to him, it was just empty.

  Panicking right, he sat up and look across the room. She was no where in the room.

  He took this and made assumptions, leaving him to exhale.

  "Of course she would leave.." He mumble, scratching his head. Deep down, he was sad that she left. He understood why, because she's not the type of person to get played at. And he did explain that he wouldn't.

  But, we all can't expect everything to go right. Besides, maybe she played him.

  He then paused on that thought, when he smelled something. Something good. Something delicious.

  Marcus's nose went crazy. He quickly got dressed in his sweatpants and tank, before dashing out of the bed and out the door.

  Once he was out, he was shocked to see his African queen, Justice, in the kitchen cooking.

  And on the dining table were stacks of freshly made pancakes, strips of bacon, plate of sausages, plate of hash browns, fruits, muffins, toast and a pitcher of ice cold orange juice.

  Marcus was shocked, and Justice was finishing up frying scrambled eggs. Turning, Justice saw Marcus standing there. "Oh, your finally up. You talk alot in your sleep." She teased.

  Marcus was stunned and pointed at the food on the table. "Uhhhh... what's all this?"

  Justice walked up to the table, placing the pan of eggs on the cool cloth on the table, next to the rest of the food. She chuckled. "Uhh hehe, breakfast. I ain't one of your hoes that be burning breakfast burritos in the morning so....I thought you make be hungry after last night..."