"Mmm, something smells awfully delicious, Miria."
The spiky haired woman spun around almost immediately having been startled by the taller, beautifuler individual's unexpected intrusion. Her jaw dropped, almost unhinging itself as her eyes fell upon a blonde beauty adorning expensive looking black lingerie that covered almost ... nothing !
"M-Morning !"
Galatea chuckled slightly at Miria's obvious embarrassment. "So what's cookin' , good lookin' ?"
Her mind went blank and with much difficulty, Miria averted her attention back to the stove, her face flushed crimson and her body a burning log. Trying to cover up for her minute-long state of shock, she finally answered, as smoothely as possible, "What's it look like ? Breakfast. You hungry ?"
Nothing but silence answered her save the sizzling of the eggs on the frying pan.
"Guess not then ... " sighed Miria before jumping suddenly as a pair of arms snaked it's way around her slender waist and hands folded atop her belly. Something equally warm and soft pressed against her back causing a shudder to ripple through her body in small successions.
A warm breath caressed the suddenly pink helix of her ear, sending a trounce of butterflies into her stomach, though, she thought she would be used to her lovers antics by now. A seductive whispered flowed into her ear, "Forget Breakfast ... I'm hungrier for something else... "
... Let the eggs burn ...