ROUTINE
Mihawk woke up with his wife curled up next to him. Her hair was spread out over her pillow and face. He had intended to get out of bed and start with his morning training but now there was a good reason all of the sudden to lie back down next to her.
It only took a few minutes until he was bored again though. The prospect of morning sex was tempting, but he was aching to get moving, stretch and train. The thought of waking her up came to him, but he remembered the first time he had done that. The result had been a cranky Shanks with little humor. Quite the terrifying thing to be around.
She stirred. Mihawk saw his chance and kissed her neck. Maybe she wouldn't begrudge him if he woke her this way. Her head shot up hitting his own on the way.
'Ouch… What time is it?' She looked around until she met his eyes. 'Morning, love.' He knew this got to her. The slight smile that would always enter her face, even now, was prove enough.
'Why did you wake me?' She rolled over again with her face clenched to a fist. Mihawk didn't give up; she could continue to sleep later on, now he wanted her attention.
When he wouldn't cease the teasing she whirled around. Mihawk couldn't help but smile at the expression she wore. Pouting lips under a deep frown. 'No sex before breakfast…' He nodded at that but it wouldn't make him stop. He slipped under her blanket.
'When did you become so annoyingly persistent… I thought that was my job…' He wouldn't just stop; he was determined now.
'Why are you doing this to me…' Shanks growled wanting to go back to sleep. She shot another glare over her shoulder. Mihawk gave her a little, innocent smile. Shanks just shook her head and whirled around again.
Slightly too energetic it seemed for she fell out of bed. Mihawk crawled closer to look down at her, amused with how the morning had fared so far. If this wouldn't wake her up, he really didn't know what would.
He had reached the rim and was speechless. The missing covers revealed her naked form but it was her top part that had left him like that. She was drinking sake from one of the bottles that had been lying on the floor.
Shanks lowered the bottle. Her mood was still at a low, but it was getting better. 'Had breakfast.' Her smirk that followed said it all.