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Marinette loved mornings like this. Waking up in the arms of the one she loved while being basked by the sunlight filtering in through the windows.
The best part? Neither of them had duties to attend to that would require them to be up early, so they could stay in bed to their heart's content.
And she was so grateful for that, because the previous night’s mission took a toll on Damian, and although he’d gotten better at expressing himself, he still wouldn’t let people know when he got injured.
Thankfully, she’d learned to read him very well and managed to convince him for a day in (it took a bit of help from Alfred’s side, but still, she managed to do it).
Moving his arm from its place firmly wrapped around her waist, Marinette got up to start preparing something for them both to eat. She moved lightly, in hopes of not waking him up so he could have a bit more rest, wrapping herself in her robe and getting her slippers on, she left the room, unaware of the emerald orbs already following her form.
She started by preparing herself a mug of coffee and placing the frozen croissant dough in the oven for 15 minutes.
She doesn’t have as much time to bake as she’d like to, so, whenever she does have the time, she bakes extra and freezes them so she only needs to place the dough in the oven to still have fresh pastries whenever she feels like it.
For Damian, she started a water bath to melt the chocolate and started heating up the milk with a hint of cinnamon and nutmeg.
For someone who inherited his father’s stoic look and with his mother’s training, it came as a surprise to her when she found that his favourite beverage was a cup of hot chocolate milk. But then again, it shouldn’t come as a surprise, especially when it was prepared by the one and only Alfred Pennyworth.
She had yet to reach his level of connaissance when it came to Hot Chocolate but, so far, the DuPain-Cheng recipe hadn’t failed her, so she was proud of herself for managing that much.
Distracted with her hot chocolate recipes, she wasn’t aware of the second person in the kitchen until strong arms wrapped themselves around her waist and his forehead fell on her shoulder, startling her out of her musings.
“Why did you leave?” came his groggy voice.
Damian already had a very pleasant voice to hear and she swore she could hear him talk all day if allowed, but his morning voice was something else, and it made the butterflies in her stomach become a chaotic mess she could not contain.
Turning around she pressed a light kiss on his lips and, taking a deep breath she replied, “I was just preparing something for us to have for breakfast. You can go back to the room and I’ll bring it all in, Honey.”
“Trying to get rid of me first thing in the morning already?” he said while peppering kisses all over the shoulder he was propped on.
No deep breath will help me recover from this, first thing in the morning even!!
“Damian, you know that’s not it! You need to rest, especially after last night. I just want you to recover and let me take care of you in the meantime.”
“I am rested.” he said while still continuing his ministrations on her shoulders, changing sides this time.
“Damian, I’m trying to prepare your Hot Chocolate!” She tried admonishing him.
“And what’s preventing you from continuing?” He asked, as if he was not aware of how much his actions affected her.
“You know exactly what it is! Aren’t you hungry, I’m trying to prepare breakfast here!”
“Oh, I am hungry alright.”
“See, I’m prepa- Damian!”- she didn’t get to finish her thought as Damian placed his hands on her waist more firmly before turning her around and placed her on the counter, so she was levelled with him, swiftly moving the cups aside so no spillings would happen.
“I’m hungry for something else though, something sweet.”
Damian always let Marinette know just how much he liked kissing her, that it was his favourite way of showing her affection. He also liked saying her kisses were sweet, teasing her that it was because she was raised in a bakery.
So when he leaned in for a kiss, she shouldn’t have been as surprised as she was.
But then again, every intimate moment with Damian was a surprise because one never knows what to expect from him.
This time, it was her on the kitchen counter, his hands on her hips and his lips peppering kisses all over her shoulders and collarbones.
“If you want something sweet, you could always have the hot chocolate I just finished preparing and you just pushed to the side.
He pulled away from his ministrations to look at her and the little pout on her lips. She saw something light up in his eyes, as if he’d had an idea - which usually meant trouble - and saw him grab the said mug. He looked at it and placed it in front of her lips, looking at her expectantly.
“What? You want me to drink it? I made it for you though!”
He just kept staring at her with the mug placed in front of her lips, so she huffed, but grabbed it and took a sip, all while raising her eyebrows at his strange behaviour this morning.
After confirming she had indeed taken a couple sips from the hot beverage, he placed it down and kissed her like a starved man.
Marinette, poor soul, could only place her arms on his wide shoulders in her flustered state. Not that she wasn’t enjoying it, because she definitely was. It was just startling, and her poor heart could not take that much so early in the morning.
Leaning away from her lips, he sighed.
“It was indeed a very sweet hot chocolate, thank you for preparing it for me Habibi.”
Marinette just stared at him blankly, still attempting to form words, or even process what had just happened. And it seemed Damian was enjoying her reaction a little too much, if his smirk was anything to go by.
“I’ll go wash up first and return to eat.” He said and pecked her still sligh opened lips in her dazed state.
In the end, she only got out of her stupor when he shouted from their room:
“The croissants will burn if you don’t take them out now!”