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The bubbling crisped edges of bacon snipped and snapped with greasy fat as the rhythmic chopping of lettuce leaves sang. The drizzled oil of tomatoes drooling over thick slices of sourdough bread, the leaking center of a runny egg covered in flaky sea salt puddled onto the plate as Vi swiped a handful of napkins.
Quiet chattering of the news played in the background, cars yawned in the morning light as the city below the small apartment slowly woke up from busy night life.
Her tiny shorts rode high on her thighs as she absent mindedly scraped another handful of bacon onto two plates, the grease still sizzling as she dropped the pan into the sink.
There's a special kind of tiredness when you see the lighthouse shoulders of your lover. Muscles bound up like thick masts of ropes as she's elbow deep in the sink, the silent pistons and smoke of Vi’s back moving with every breath like a well oiled machine.
Warm arms circle her waist, curling around the hem of her shorts as a pleased hum twitches with her lips.
“Mornin’ sleepy head,” Akali’s quiet groan shakes with her laughter, “I made you a sandwich.”
A pepper of kisses line her nape before her passenger slips away, quiet steps before the thump at the bar seat give her away. The moan of satisfaction makes Vi grin wildly as she dries her hands.
“That good huh?” Cocky smirk meets crumbed lined lips over the counter as Vi gives Akali a quick kiss.
“Mm,” Drowsy brown eyes blink away the leftover sleep, “less talking, more kissing.”
Fingers rifle through her hair with her giggles, the hymns of the refrigerator buzzing in the air as breakfast lays forgotten between them.
Nails curved into the soft rise of her hip, trying to dig at the rind of her skin as she thumbs the sharp curve of Akali’s cheek bones.
They break away but still they're lips are smeared with the birthday candle wax of each other around the edge. A pleased hum buzzes under Akali’s touch as fingers trail around the thigh edge of her abs before dipping into her hip bones.
“Thanks for breakfast,” another peck another giggle as Vi shuffles her own plate across from Akali.
“Of course, cooking for you is the best part of the day.”
“Pfft-“ crumbs fly as a bark of laughter echoes in the house, crooked teeth in a wiry grin as Akali kicks her under the table. “You big sap.”
Another array of giggles flood her mouth, “I mean it! Seeing you enjoy my cooking and knowing you’re eating, is enough to make me wake up at ungodly hours to do it.”
“Gay.”
“I sure hope so for your sake!”
Another round of laughter as the coffee pot whistles on the stove, steam clouding the window in a thin sheet of sweat.
“I’ll get it, you eat.” Vi just grins as the squealing of the chair passes by in a flurry of movement, Akali stepping around the kitchen with practiced care. Creaking of the cabinets and the strong hit of coffee slowly fills the space as returns with a smug look on her face.
“Thank you-“ The mug just slips out of reach as Akali holds it above her.
“Gotta pay the kiss tax.”
“You do know I’m taller than you right?” Vi tries to stand but gets pushed back down before legs straddle her lap, her hands instinctively going to Akali’s hips. The mug dangles just over the table as Akali leans her head down to hers.
“I’ve got my ways.” Breath rolling off her chin like a steaming coffee cup, Vi takes Akali by the lips again, and again and again until it hurts but still they kiss, ignoring the world for a second longer.
Pulling away another grin slips loose as Akali takes a teasing sip of the coffee, the cherry red of her chapstick bleeding onto the rim. “I love you.”
Vi gave a roll of her eyes, “I love you too you dumbass. If you wanted a kiss you could’ve just asked.”
“More fun this way.”