A/N: So, instead of focusing on the exams i have, or the fact that i'm moving house, Me and Fred (the mue) decided we'd post up another oneshot. I need better time management :P
Enjoy, R&R?
Slowly, he dragged his sleep deprived body into the kitchen in search of her. He hated it when she did this, leaving him cold, and alone in bed. He rubbed his eyes, and leant against the doorframe. The annoyance he had felt, melted away at the sight of her, humming lightly, fiddling with something on the stove.
He pushed himself off the doorframe and padded over to where she was stood, and wrapped his arms around her, taking in her vanilla aroma that seemed to follow her everywhere.
"Morning Cowboy, you sleep okay?" she smiled while turning to place a kiss on his cheek
"No, I got cold" he whined
"I could hear your stomach rumbling. It woke me up, so I decided to make some breakfast"
"There aint no way you heard my stomach Montana"
"You willing to bet on that?" she smirked, glancing over at the pool table.
"No, but even so, I'm sure you exaggerate sometimes" he grinned moving over to sit on his barstool
"Me, exaggerate? Never." She laughed, before turning back to the stove
"What'cha making?"
"Pancakes"
"That's a weird way to make pancakes, where's the frying pan Montana, your mother never teach you how to make pancakes or something"
"No Danny, this" she motioned down to the stove "is an actual pancake maker. For actual pancakes"
"Where'd you get that?"
"The drawer, with your other pans"
"That aint mine"
"Where do you suggest I got it from then?"
"I dunno. I wouldn't have somethin' like that though"
She laughed, and turned back to the stove, and carried on singing lightly to herself, leaving him puzzled. When the hell did he get that?
After she had assembled the stacks of pancakes on his plate, it hit him.
"You brought it"
"Brought what Danny?" she smiled while putting her fork in her mouth, licking off the syrup.
"No, no. Don't start that freaking game with the syrup, licking it and everything, trying to distract me. You brought that pancake maker. It aint mine Montana."
"Danny you're paranoid, it's okay to have a pancake maker, I won't think of you any less, and I promise I wont tell Flack" she laughed
"I thought when I got a girlfriend my stuff was supposed to go missing,"
"I aint the normal type of girlfriend Messer" she smiled, licking her fork clean.
"No," he smiled moving towards her side of the table "you're the perfect girlfriend" he said softly before placing a sticky kiss on her cheek.
"I hope you're gonna help me wash that off cowboy"
"Like hell I am!" he grinned, before sweeping her up in his arms, leaving breakfast to go cold.
