RemyxShrek

Breakfast

Shrek awoke to the gentle stroke of a tiny hand against his cheek.

"Good morning, my green baby," Remy whispered. 

The aroma of freshly baked onions drifted into Shrek's nostrils, which were hairy and deep, like Remy. Maybe that was why they were perfect for each other.

He rose gently, carefully scooping his lover into his hands. Remy smiled bashfully, blushing. He tucked his messy fur behind his chef hat. Shrek felt a pang of jealousy resonate through his chest, subconsciously rubbing a hand across his bald scalp. 

Remy noticed this and quickly remarked, "Now, Shrek, we've been through this before. We're going to--"

"I know, I know--" Shrek said in unison with his rat lover "--shave Fiona's head and superglue her ginger locks onto my pitifully bald head."

Remy softened, placing a pink hand on Shrek's robust cheek. "Exactly." He smiled. "Now let's go. I've made you some breakfast, darling." He scampered off the bed while Shrek sat there, admiring the view.

Remy glanced back and impatiently pulled at the coverlet with his elongated teeth. Shrek protested, gently tugging it back. "Remy, honeycakes, I'm naked as a man without any clothes on under these sheets!" 

"I know." Remy smirked and scampered off into the kitchen.

Shrek groaned and proceeded, naked, into the kitchen, retrieving his nightcap to cover his inappropriately bald head. "What's on the menu for breakfast this morning?"

Remy perched atop the stove, stirring a pot of some soup or another. "Donkey leg and onion soup. Your favorite!"

They shared a hearty laugh as a legless donkey and a female ogre screamed helplessly below. The sound only made them laugh harder.