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[farmgrown]

When she wakes up, it only takes a few seconds for the memory of the night before to come filtering back in like the morning light streaming through the bedroom window, its edges coated in frost, and Annie smiles to herself, stretching lazily in the bed, still feeling loose-limbed and more than sated - even if she's aware she probably looks like

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[theblindguy]

He'd woken up pretty early that morning, and despite only getting a few hours of sleep, he's pretty sure he can't remember the last time he's felt as rested as he does now. For a while, he just lays there, listening to the soft sound of Annie sleeping beside him. He doesn't really have it in him to wake her up, so he chooses instead to gently slip from the embrace, making sure she's well covered, the chill of the morning hitting him almost immediately. After pulling on some clothes, he heads out into the main room of their place, deciding that he'd spend the time while she's sleeping getting a fire started and maybe surprise her with some food.

Though he knows he technically didn't need to learn how to use the new - well, old - stove they have, he had earlier that month just because he refused to let this place's changes stop him from doing anything he might want to do. He's glad for that little bout of stubbornness, because it allows him the opportunity to throw something together now that he wants to. He gets the fire going in the

[farmgrown]

"Mmm. Lucky me," she murmurs, rising up on tiptoe to put herself at his level. It's easier with the benefit of high heels, but in bare feet she's at something of a disadvantage, height-wise - then again, it's nothing that can't be easily solved. She only stops grinning long enough for the space it takes her to kiss him, slow and greeting, but not too deep, trying not to offend him with morning breath this early in the relationship. That doesn't mean she can't linger close, though, ducking underneath one of his arms so she can keep him in a half-hug, her arms loosely encircling his waist as she glances down at the stove. "Well, they smell good, at least

[theblindguy]

Morning breath or not, he has no problem returning the affection. His hand comes to rest on her back when she squirms under it, and while he knows she's watching, he flips the pancake easily, maybe showing off a little. It's not exactly the hardest skill in the kitchen to master, but hey, he wants to look partially competent.

"It's not only going to smell good when I'm done with it," he promises with a quick grin as she pulls away. The sound of her putting together the coffee gives him a good idea of what she's up to. He nearly protests, to tell her to sit back and relax for once, but he knows she's never been the kind of person to do that. So he just shakes his head to himself and smiles, flipping another of the pancakes.

"Someone hogging the covers aside, you mean?" he teases, biting back a smirk. She actually hadn't, but he's pretty sure he saw her cocooning herself in them in her sleep once he was up and dressing and she had the bed to herself. And, in case she couldn't figure out his more sincere answer herself, he adds, "I

[farmgrown]

She's grinning when he flips the pancake, more amused by his little show-off move than anything else, and if she shakes her head, there's only fondness in it as she starts to ready the coffee, willing to suffer through the old percolator if it means they'll have something hot to drink in the end. There's a part of her that would kill for having their own coffee maker, and she knows this one will inevitably disappear when the rest of the house changes back, but they'll be getting lots of use out of it before it goes.

"And here I am, wondering what I did to deserve such special treatment," she murmurs, nudging his hip with her own when she comes over to stand beside him, watching him flip another pancake. Truthfully, she knows exactly what she did - not to mention what she plans to do, eventually, to thank him for this.

"I did not hog any covers. You only dreamed that," Annie declares, only pretending to be offended. She probably had bundled herself up after he'd left, but only because she hadn't had the benefit of his body heat