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She wakes up to the ringing of the fire alarm and the smell of burn before she's even able to process who she is and where she is.
Panicked, she haphazardly throws her clothes on and follows the smell of smoke-
She finds him, covered in batter, with a pan of charred bacon and eggs, crumbling pathetically. He desperately tries to air the place out with today's daily paper.
Oh, right. She thinks to herself. Her eyes roll, but she's fond. It's just Leon.
She sneaks up behind him, her arms snaking around his waist as she nuzzles into his neck. His hair is slightly damp, and he smells like aftershave. Probably from a shower. She needs one too.
She can feel him freeze against her, before he melts like butter, leaning back.
“Hey, stranger,” he says, and even though she can't see him, she knows he's smiling.
She feels her own lips quirk up as she stays silent, pressed against his neck. Her smile grows as she listens to him chuckle.
“I, uh… wanted to surprise you.”
“And I assume it hasn't gone to plan?”
“Well, that depends,” he cranks his head over his shoulder to look at her. “Are you a fan of ashy breakfast?”
“Mm, I'm afraid not, handsome. Step aside.” She comes up next to him, grabbing the half-mixed and lumpy bowl of batter. “Hell, what'd you do to this thing?”
He just laughs, and her heart flutters.
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