The Morning After

Author’s Note: This is in response to the request “which member of your OTP surprises the other with breakfast in bed” by violetflipflops. It was supposed to be a drabble but these two like to run away from me.

Summary: The morning after their first ‘official’ date, Seth has another surprise in store for Kaylee.

A sudden squeak rips me from unconsciousness and my eyelids shoot open. Seth stands frozen just inside of what I soon recognize as the doorway of his bedroom, wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs and a shy smirk. In his hands is an ornate metal tray I vaguely remember seeing before. Atop the tray are two bowls, the contents of which I can’t quite make out, and two mugs of delicious smelling coffee.

The memory of the night before to washes over me, a sense of giddy pleasure filling me completely. Sitting up, I motion with my head for him to join me on his bed.

“You made breakfast,” I comment, sounding only partially shocked. I should have known he’d pull something like this, surprising me with breakfast in bed after our first night together; it’s well within his nature, yet somehow the thought never occurred to me.

“It’s only cereal,” he says, a soft blush falling across his cheeks as he settles in next to me.

“I wanted to make something more, but this was all I had. I didn’t want to wake you by trying to get dressed and figured this wasn’t the best outfit for a stroll to the store,” he adds, motioning to his mostly-naked physique.

“It’s great Seth, thank you.” I kiss him on his prickly cheek and feel it warm against my lips. “Where did you get the tray, by the way?” I ask when I pull away and start digging into the still crisp Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

“Gloria dropped it off a few days ago, claiming I’d know what it was for.”

“Of course she did,” I say and we both chuckle.

After enjoying a leisurely breakfast, we lie in bed facing one another, Seth’s arms wrapped loosely around me, the tray of now dirty dishes hastily discarded on the floor.

“While it might not have been appropriate attire for the store, I think what your wearing will be perfect for a lazy day spent in bed with your girlfriend,” I mention, looking up at him and quirking my brow suggestively. “In fact, you may even be over dressed for that.”

He presses his lips to my forehead tenderly, and then whispers in a husky voice, “I like the sound of that.”

“Staying in bed all day? I figured you would.” I smirk when his eyes fill with a different kind of hunger as I ghost my fingers down his subtly toned abs to the band of his underwear.

“Not that. Well, yes, that too, of course. But the other part, the you being my girlfriend part,” he says softly, his eyes glowing with affection.

“Me too,” I reply sincerely before my mouth is engulfed in a passionate kiss which ignites a fire in me only Seth can extinguish.

-The End