Scott opened his eyes.
The ceiling was white. Not some shade of red, but white. What the fuck? Coffee. Coffee makes everything better. He started to get up, but there was someone else in the bed. "What the hell?" Not only was there someone else in the bed, but the someone else was young and male
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"I remember you usually being a lot more cheerful when we wake up," he says, going for a full body stretch, before rolling onto his side, "You want me to make breakfast? I've got some time before my morning workout."
Even if she did wake him up almost rudely it's better than some of Dick's more creative methods and it's always nice spending time with Lee like this. When she's softer and sleepier and if he can keep her like this for just a moment longer he'll take it.
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Breakfast. Would get this guy out of the room so he can figure out what the hell is going on. "Sure, that sounds good."
Not his voice. But? No. No way. He looks down. Oh God. Breasts.
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"Great," he replies, breaking out into a huge smile, him and Lee and pancakes, maybe she'd even be up for a spar later, "I'll be right back okay?" and he rolls out of bed, making sure his boxers aren't gaping or anything before turning to leave.
And they don't do it often, they aren't really like that afterall, but she looks almost confused and it's cute so he leans back in to kiss her, a soft press of lips against hers.
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