Now That You Are Here

Three Waffles

I wake up to soft kisses being placed on my neck. I hum in gratification, not opening my eyes yet. The warmth from the sun flows into the bedroom and heats the space around me. I snuggle deeper into Brixton's shirtless chest, nuzzling my nose into his neck. He holds me tighter and continues to place kisses along my skin. 

A soft kiss against my lips does nothing to pry my eyes open, and Brixton is getting impatient. He squeezes my hips, making me squirm, and that's when I realize I am laying completely on top of him. I peel my eyes open and blush crimson when I look at the position Brixton and I find ourselves in.

"This was all your doing. Though you didn't suffocate me, so we're good."

His morning husky voice fills my ears sending subtle shivers down my back.

"You could've pushed me off of you."

"No, I actually enjoyed it more than I thought I would. Even though you kneed me in the crotch once or twice. And you drool."

I lift myself quickly from on top of Brixton, feeling extremely embarrassed. He tugs at my hand.

"No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. You're adorable."

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, no. You were very gentle. I'm alright."

"I didn't keep you up?"

"That was the best sleep I've had in awhile. Now, come back and cuddle for another minute. It's Sunday morning."

I climb back into his warm hold and sigh contently. The two of us sit in silence for another minute, holding onto this space for as long as we can before Brixton announces he needs to go to the bathroom. He tells me to stay put in bed while he goes. 

I roll off of him, and I close my eyes again as my head hits the pillow. I don't even notice myself falling asleep again until I wake up two hours later. I rub my eyes, trying to get rid of their tiredness, but I'm still sleepy. I look next to me to find that Brixton is no longer laying beside me.

I stretch my arms above my head, sighing. I toss the dark covers off of my legs but instead of hitting cold air, it's warm, smelling of its usual cinnamon but waffles mixed in this time. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, my feet hitting the dark wood floor. I look down to see that I had kicked the basketball shorts off my legs during the night or this morning when I feel asleep again. 

I don't put them on since the sweatshirt covers everything. I'm wearing underwear anyway. I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth before walking down to the kitchen. I find Brixton standing there, shirtless still, placing batter into a waffle iron. His hair is a little messy, and he's got some flour on his forehead, but I find it adorable.

"Good morning, kitten."

"Good morning, brown eyes. What are you making waffles for?"

"Me and you for breakfast. Who else would I be making waffles for?"

I shrug, making my way to him. I wrap my arms around his waist and press a kiss to his spine. Brixton tucks me into his arms, the waffle iron behind me, and he kisses my lips gently. He continues to work, me in his gentle grasp, and I take a turn, but my waffle gets all messed up. I feel disappointed with my work, but Brixton reassures me that it'll taste the same so who cares. 

As we stand together, he's constantly touching me. My ass (over the sweatshirt), my neck (mostly with his lips), my hair (tugging gently), my hands (teaching me how to use the waffle iron). Just touching my skin, making me feel wanted, and I love it so much.