The morning sun kissed my skin. The bluebirds outside my window serenaded me with their sweet song. Through the door the smell of pancakes wafted in and filled my lungs. With every breath the sweet scent of strawberries lifted me into consciousness and soon I was awoken by the thunderous roar of my stomach. Slowly I rose out of bed, the heat clinging to my skin.

"Kish?" I mumbled. I heard the pan fry in response. My feet slid to the floor into fuzzy pink slippers. My tank top and shorts did no good protecting my from the sudden chill morning air. I reached for his robe. Its soft emerald fabric hugged me in warmth. Slowly I exited our bedroom and saw him in the kitchen. His back was to me as his attention was on the fluffy goodness before him. Next to him there was a small stack of pancakes calling to me.

"Kisshu," I called. He turned to me and the biggest smile spread over his face.

"Almost done. There's strawberries on the table. I cut them for the pancakes so try not to eat them all before I'm done this time, okay Sweetness?" He playfully teased. I giggled and sat down at our table. It was small, but so was our apartment. The couch and TV took a lot of space anyway, so it was a small table or nothing. I didn't care though. It was cozy. It was home.

The table held a small bowl of cut strawberries and a couple of forks. Out of the two knives only one was used. Drenched in strawberry juice. With my fork I picked a pre-cut strawberry that was a little bigger than the rest. It's sweetness bursted in my mouth. Juicy and ripe.

"Mmmm," I relished in the sweet moment.

"Are you having fun without me?" Kisshu called back to me. His mischievous smile and the twinkle in his eyes were captivating, but also prompted a bit of a huff for his naughty implications.

"Kish," I warned. He laughed as he picked up the last pancake into the stack. In one arm he carried the pancakes and with much skill he opened a cupboard and retrieved two plates. He didn't look like he was struggling, but moved with ease. Without needing to fly he seemed to glide over to me.

I graciously accepted the pancake stack as he laid out the plates. My mouth watered at the sight of it. Perfect round and fluffy circles. He must have seen me entranced with the delectable food. He waved a hand over my face.

"Are you there, hun?" I snapped out of my reverie to see his signature smirk."That hungry?" I blushed as I set the pancakes onto the table and sat down quickly. My face felt hot and my ears were burning.

"Haha, you're so cute," he kissed my ear which only made me blush harder. He sat down across from me still smirking. He gave me three pancakes and three for himself, but most of the strawberries landed on my plate.

"Thanks," I murmured. For a while the sounds of our forks and knives rang against our plates like a bell. Not a pretty song, but a nice sound.

Breakfast began in a comfortable silence. The pancakes were absolutely perfect, as soft and sweet as he made me feel. The strawberries were sweeter than syrup. I snuck a glance at Kisshu. His hair shined brightly like emeralds and his eyes like honey. A slight smile on his lips. His tongue traced lower lip and then over his sharp pearly white fang. His eyes looked up from his mostly eaten pancake and caught me staring at him intensely. My face flushed again as I felt the heat wash over me.

"See something you like?" His grin spread across his face and he gave me sensual wink. I blushed harder. My face was warm enough to roast marshmallows.

"Only someone I love," I smiled shyly. He stopped for a moment, just a bit surprised. His eyes sparkled and a genuine smile spread across his face. No mischief behind it. He reached across our small kitchen table and held my hand.

"I love you too," his voice was soft and heart felt. I smiled back at him.

It was a sweet, sweet morning.