Really Just A Mansion on Phoenix Way, Tuesday Morning

[breakfastlover]

Mornings when Mike didn't immediately have to go anywhere were pretty great.

Mornings when Mike didn't immediately have to go anywhere and there was someone else in his bed with him? The absolute fucking greatest. So waking up today was a pretty happy affair

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[fjordicswagger]

Tamsin yanked a bit more of the blankets over her head while she could.

This really was a fantastic bed.

... and Mike was okay. But mostly the bed and the fantasticness thereof.

[breakfastlover]

Maybe he'd let his bed get too fantastic. It could get to be a problem. But not one he was currently thinking of. No, what little thought he had available went into curling more towards Tamsin.

There was a sharp noise from elsewhere in the house. The door bell. In response, there was a much softer noise from Mike. Disgruntled confusion, probably.

[fjordicswagger]

"Mrghgh," Tamsin muttered.

She shoved her face into the pillow.

Or possibly her mouth. One of those things.

[breakfastlover]

For a moment, Mike tried ignoring the noise. It seemed like an unnecessary infringement on his good morning. But then it refused to stop so he had to pry his eyes open.

"The fuck...?"

Didn't these people know he had a morning to waste?