One-shot
In The Morning
When Lars entered the kitchen fifteen minutes or so later, he stopped short at what he saw. Lily was standing at the refrigerator, bent and looking into it. What made the scene so arousing was the fact that she was wearing one of his large shirts that hit her midthigh, and from her position it was plain to see she was wearing her favorite underwear.
Lars leaned against the doorjamb, wanting to get an eyeful of that part of her rounded covered bottom he liked so much. It looked too damn tempting.
He couldn't help but recall that his hands had touched every part of that bottom and wanted to do so again. But first they needed to eat, and it seemed she had decided to do the cooking. He cleared his throat. "Good morning."
Lily quickly turned around, almost dropping the orange juice she held in her small hands. She blinked then smiled, thinking there was just something special about Lars waking up early in the morning. He was wearing faded jeans and a shirt similar to the one she had one. His shirt hung open, exposing his chest that were littered with small scars, some old and some new.
However, she could care less about that and the thought of all they had done the night before caused a flutter to pass through her midsection. "Good morning. I-I didn't k-know you were awake. Do you want a cup of coffee or tea?
Straightening, he slowly crossed the room to her. Taking the carton out of her hand, he pulled her gently to him as a rare warm smile curved his lips.
"No thank you but it was nice of you to ask. I opt we go back to bed and sleep hm?" he said moments before leaning down and joining his mouth to hers.
Just that quickly, the fires of desire roared to life between the two; chemistry was at its best and all thoughts of the breakfast she was making were put aside when Lars decided he wanted to fed another type of meal altogether.
Breaking off the kiss, he scooped the small female into his arms and turned to leave the kitchen.
"Lars wait! I need to turn off the stove."
With her cradled in his arms, he sighed and walked across the room to the stove and turned it off. They would have plenty of time to worry about breakfast later. "It's done," he said turning around to leave again.
A quick look out of a window they passed indicated it was raining heavily. Neither minded since they had plenty to do indoors to occupy their time and neither of them was worried about the outside world.
It was mornings like these that made their upside down lives easier to bear.
End.