A/N: So I was at home last night, eating a fried egg sandwich for dinner, and this little story popped into my head. And for those of you reading BL, It's coming. Soon. I'm just perfecting the new chapter. I'm not happy with it yet. Enjoy.

"I'm hungry." She said aloud to the quiet room and felt his hearty chuckle rattle deep in his chest from where she lay.

"Well that's not what a guy wants to hear after making love."

"Why not?" She asked, looking up at him with mirth in her piercing blue eyes.

"He wants to hear that you're satisfied."

"I am. Very. And being hungry shows that you really worked me, doesn't it?" She asked. He pondered for a bit.

"I guess it does." He said, smiling and kissing her temple solidly.

"Good." She said, and climbed out of bed naked.

"Where are you going?"

"To eat. Where else?" She called from the hallway. He smiled and then climbed out too. When he walks into the kitchen, she's pulling bread from the counter and butter, ketchup, and eggs out of the fridge. He just watches her for a few minutes as she also pulls down a pan, a spatula, and a spoon to use.

"You can't have any if you just stand there." She said over her shoulder as she turned on the stove and put butter in the pan.

"Well, as long as I could have some of you, I'm good."

"You can always have some of me. But you can't deny that you're hungry." She replied as his stomach growled and the corners of her mouth crooked upwards.

"Guess not."

"Good. You can get out plates and butter both sides of the four slices of bread." She said as she cracked eggs into the pan.

He did so, all the while watching her out of the corner of his eye. He loves watching her in general, but watching her cook naked? That's hot.

"Don't burn yourself sweetheart." He said, noting the mild spitting from the pan.

"Thank you." She said, smiling at how he still looks after her.

"Bring the plates over." She says a few minutes later. He holds them next to her as she puts egg on both of them. As soon as she's done with that, he steals a kiss from her and she smiles.

"Put ketchup on if you want."

"Do you want some?"

"Please." She replies, turning off the stove and setting the spatula down in the now cooling pan.

"Come." He says, patting the stool next to him.

"I always do." She says suggestively and he laughs as she sits next to him and picks up her sandwich.

After demolishing their food…

"Mmmm…I love you." He sighed and she smiled.

"I love you too." She says, kisses him, and tugs him back to the bedroom.

"Come." She says with a smile.

"You know I will." He replies and closes the door behind them.