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The new morning rays of the sun barely peak through the slit in the curtains. The slim beam creeps across the floor reaching the bed. If the rays had planned on waking the women -who are a soft tangled mess of limbs. Legs intertwined, arms wrapped around one another and a head tucked under a chin- then sun should have gotten up sooner.
Seol Hee has her arms wrapped around Illyana’s shoulders, hands running through the light blonde locks, careful not to catch any knots or disturb the woman in her half asleep state. The duelist’s warm breathing tickles Seol’s collarbone as she sleeps. She hums a tune, a song she’s been working both on and off the battlefield -to the annoyance of her teammates. Not that she cares- and it’s been… decent to say the least. A few more lyrics and a slightly tuned, well tune, and she’ll have a new song to blast out while saving everyone from certain death.
Usually the two are up by now, but it seems that the multiverse has spared everyone today in having a restful Saturday. So not a single person was up early. Even those who stayed up late trying to solve this mess don’t dare disturb the peace and quiet that’s befallen the living quarters in Avengers tower.
“Oh.” A soft sound escapes Seol’s lips. A light bulb has gone off in her head.
She twists to lay on her back and reaches for the little notepad that sits beside her bed. Her fingers graze the pen and paper before she’s pulled back in, a blanket being thrown over her body as Illyana grips the woman tighter like a koala bear. She lets out a groan of displeasure, protesting Seol’s movement. “How dare you move.” Seol thought in a terrible Russian accent.
The blonde has her face buried in Seol’s chest, mumbling something that’s probably along the lines of mine or a protest of her name. Seol can’t quite hear what she says. And questions what she says. “What?”
The blonde looks up at Seol, her eyes big and blue. “Mine.” Knew it. Seol can’t stop the smile from curling her lips. Illyana frowns. “What?”
“Oh, nothing… except that I totally knew you were going to say that.” Seol teases.
Illyana frowns and goes back to burying her face in the woman’s chest. The blonde’s plush lips brush against the soft skin of the exposed inside curve of her breast. Seol had gone to bed wearing a spaghetti strap tank top giving Illyana a great opportunity to kiss her chest gently. It’s become a norm for Illyana to pepper the woman in kisses.
The pop star hums with content, forgetting all about her light bulb idea. “Already trying to get on my good side this morning?” Seol can feel the lips turn up in a smile on her skin. The blonde replies. “I’m always on your good side.”
That receives a snort. “I don’t know about that.”
“Is not being by your side always a good thing?” A pause. The smile gets bigger. “You know I’m right.”
A huff. “Physically, yeah, you are. Mood wise, your stats are dropping.”
A hum. “Anything I can do to fix it?”
“Coffee… and cinnamon rolls. Then I’ll think about it.”
An airy laugh fills the blanket that covers both of them. Illyana throws it off in one fast motion with her arm and sticks out her hand. “Your wish is my command.” And creates a stepping disc. Out pops a little demon, plopping on the blanket. It’s scrawny, pale and leathery, with tiny dull spikes running down its spine, shrinking as it gets closer to the tailbone. It flounders in the bed before sitting up. It turns around to face Seol who has been resting her weight on an elbow. She’s still getting used to Illyana and her demon summoning abilities. The demon’s yellow cream colored eyes are void of life as it stares Seol down. It snaps its crocodile like jaws at her.
“Korne.” Illyana says as she sits up. There’s no sense of malice in mentioning the demon’s name.
The demon immediately curls in. If he had a tail it’d be tucked between his legs. “Mistress.” He gravels. “How may I serve?”
“Iced coffee, with vanilla creamer and whipped cream, topped with caramel. And Cinnamon rolls.” She commands, though her voice takes on a more smirking tone. “And the blackest coffee you can make with three sugar cubes.”
“Yes, mistress.” He bows quickly and hops off the bed, out the room, and off to the kitchen.
Seol, still watching with wide eyes, turns to Illyana with her thumb pointed at the demon. “You can do that?” Illyana nods. Seol turns to the door. “Woah.”
“One time I tried getting them to clean up and set the table back at the X-mansion. Things didn’t turn out the way I expected. Evil candles, skulls, and summoning symbols everywhere.”
Seol snorts. She can picture the whole scene in her mind. Demons flying around, making a demonic dinner and using what little power they have conjure up decorations for the tables while Illyana is off somewhere else. “Could you not cook?”
“Couldn’t and can’t. Coffee is just about the only thing I'm good at making.” The smirk slips off the blonde's face for a sliver of a second. “That’s one of the many things Balasco took from me.”
You don’t need a brain like Reed or Tony to know Illyana has been through a lot and her ties with Limbo can’t be severed. Seol knows that better than anyone except Dr. Strange and possibly Wanda. She does find it hard to wrap her head around everything Illyana’s gone through, she knows that Illyana doesn’t ask her to understand everything, but to listen.
The black and white haired woman leans over, wraps an arm around Illyana and pulls her in to give a soothing kiss on the temple. “Well, you’re good at other things.”
“Oh, yeah? Like what?”
“Like being by my side.” Illyana gives her a look. Seol reaches up and boops Illyana’s nose. “You know I’m right.”
In a blink, Illyana reaches up, snatching up Seol’s hand, bringing the finger to her lips and kissing the digit. The blonde curls open the fingers and kisses the palm. Mouth opening and nipping the muscles that make up the thumb side of the palm. The nerves pulsing against the sharp teeth and tongue. It makes both their hearts sing. Azur blue eyes looking deep into Seol’s -well, soul. There’s desire, a want that’s building into a need, in those eyes.
“Later.” Seol whispers softly. “Besides, I don’t want to get caught in a compromising position with the Queen of Limbo when her little servant could be back at any moment.”
The sweet whispers feed Illyana’s burning thoughts, but she’ll respect the woman's wishes as she watches hers shoot across the sky.
She lets go of the hand. “Promise?”
“Promise.”
“And I get to do whatever I want.”
“You always do.”
“Hm, and it always satisfies you.”
The two lean into each other, resting the corner of their foreheads together, and their eyes closed. Both flooded with lazy happiness. Who wouldn’t on this slow, extremely indulging, morning. Illyana sighs happily, craving to lay back down and go to bed and snuggle up to Seol. Instead, Korne comes back with a large tray over his head. It’s full of cinnamon rolls and two cups of coffee.
“Mistress, dinner, er… beak fast is served.” Korne groans as he waddles over and slides the tray onto the nightstand. He doesn’t leave yet, looking up at Illyana with supposed wide eyes that are filled anticipation.
Illyana plucks a cinnamon roll off the try. It’s warm, soft, and the frosting is practically dripping all over the sweet treat. She takes a bite and takes in all the sweetness. It’s good. So good that Illyana hums in delight.
“Good, Korne. Very good.” She says as she picks up another sweet roll and hands it to Seol who takes a bite and has the same reaction. Illyana then tears off a piece to hand to the tiny demon.
“Thank you, mistress. Thank you.” The demon bows deeply, head bobbing, as he accepts the food.
“Yes. Yes. Enjoy your meal.” She creates a disc and sends the demon back.
After a few more cinnamon rolls -and Illyana already finishing her coffee - Seol takes a few sips of her iced coffee. This is better than any barista I’ve been to. She licks the cream off her lips. “How does he make these?”
“Korne? He’s one of the very few demons that have hobbies besides wanting to burn the earth down or possess people.” Illyana responds, looking down at the empty cup, disappointed that her coffee is already gone. “If he did possess someone, it’d probably be a Michelin star chef or whatever they’re called.”
“But he doesn’t, like, use demonic magic that could slowly take over my body. Right?” Illyana pauses and looks at Seol. The face doesn’t reassure her. “Wait! Could that happen?!”
The lips curl up like the Cheshire cat’s grin in the dark. Seol shoves her. “I don’t want you by my side anymore.”
A harsh, overdramatic, gasp escapes Illyana’s lips. “You’re breaking up with me?” Seol nods, arms crossed over her chest. “B-but I thought we’re going out today!?” Going out as in sitting in the living room or hanging out on the balcony of Avengers tower.
“Plans are canceled.” Seol says in a huff. Illyana curls her bottom lips into an over dramatic pout. “And that face isn’t going to change it.”
After a moment of no biting, Illyana shrugs and gives up. “Okay.” She gets out of bed and stretches. Her own tank top rides up her body exposing the well earned muscles on her stomach. The woman also wears boxer briefs that are black with skulls splattered all over the fabric. “Guess I’ll take a shower by myself and take up all the hot water.”
Seol’s brows rise and she quickly hops out of bed, rushing past Illyana as she freezes the woman’s feet in place. “Not if I get there first.” She says cheekily.
Illyana's brain, much like her feet, freezes for a second before her body restarts and she moves again, breaking out of the ice with ease and entering the bathroom. It’s quickly filled with giggles and laughs. If you look through the crack in the door you’d see clothes being thrown everywhere and a handful of kisses being shared. The sound of water drowns out the soft hums. All while the soft rays of the sun fill the room, starting the day for the couple.