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You struggle to barely open your eyes. You’re still groggy from going to sleep late last night. The first thing you see is a messy bundle of fluffy, snow-colored hair facing right towards you.
“Good morning, my love,” Qifrey whispers, his voice dry yet soft.
He glides his hand onto your face, tucking your hair behind your ear before settling on the back of your neck. “How was your sleep?”
“I’m still sleepy…”
Without your own realization, your eyelids start to fall once more.
He lets out a quiet chuckle. “Then let’s stay here for a little longer, shall we?”
“Mmm…”
You want to respond properly, but you can’t quite overcome the drowsiness. The warmth of the blanket and his loving presence quickly lull you back to the land of dreams.
—
You sit up on the bed, yawning and wiping the sleep off your eyes. A toasty smell floats in from the kitchen of the atelier, making you turn to the direction of its source. You look around the room—Qifrey is nowhere to be found.
You get up and go downstairs, your steps somewhat sluggish.
Peeking into the kitchen, you see him slicing up freshly baked carapace yams in half. On the counter, meat, cheese and other ingredients sit and wait for their turn to be prepared.
“Are you making sandwiches?”
“Oh, you’re up. Come, take a seat. I’ll be ready with these in a moment.”
His hair is neater than before and his voice steady, still with that gentle tone. Looks like he got up much before you did.
“I’ll help. Do you want me to cut the bacon?”
“That would be much appreciated, darling.”
Shortly after, you both finish making the meals. The scent of fresh bacon and melted cheese linger in the air, filling the room with an appetizing aroma.
Noticing that he only prepared enough ingredients for two, you ask: “Speaking of breakfast, where are the girls? Have they not woken up yet?”
“They’re out on an assignment in Kalhn,” he shares. “It’s already past 12 clock marks.”
Suddenly, a cough comes up to your throat.
“Ekhm.”
Qifrey lets out a small giggle.
—
“Qifrey, you go on up. I’ll do the dishes,” you offer, preparing to stand up and bring them to the sink.
“Are you sure? It’d be much faster if I used my magic to clean them…” he pouts, seeming slightly disappointed.
“It’s fine, it’s just dirty plates. You should go and focus on your work.”
“If you say so then. Thank you,” he states with an affectionate smile.
—
As the water splashes onto your hands and the utensils clink against each other in the sink, someone reaches out and grabs your waist from behind.
His slender body presses onto yours, his grip tightening—firm yet tender. You feel his soft breathing on your nape, making you feel a little ticklish. A rush of red flows towards your face and ears, tinting your skin with a pinkish hue.
And then you feel a light peck on your neck. Your cheeks start to heat up uncontrollably as the temperature of your entire body begins to rise.
“...Qifrey?”
“Apologies. I just couldn’t help myself when you just look so… lovely from behind,” he muttered under his breath, his lips still close to you.
You take a moment to calm yourself down. You don’t want to accidentally splash him with soapy water, after all.
“Hugs and kisses are fine, but next time don’t do it so suddenly! I might die from a heart attack!”
He laughs nervously, as if feeling a bit guilty.
“Hahah, sorry, sorry. I won’t do it again. Please forgive me.”
“Well, just this once,” you smiled.