This one just came from nowhere, but I thought it was something that would go on between the two of them and decided to drabble it out. Any feedback would be lovely! ^^
Thanks again to Margaret Black and BlackStar100 for reviewing! :D
Diana awoke to a pleasant smell trailing from the kitchen and rain tapping the glass as droplets drizzled from the grey clouds above; fuzzy headed and feeling tingly all over from the previous night. She slid out of bed and spotted 47's discarded dress shirt, as well as her panties nearby.
She flushed as she picked the up and slid them on, next buttoning up 47's shirt that was over sized for her to the point of where the shirt sleeves were longer than her arms.
The smell grew stronger as she exited the bedroom and began tip toeing down the stairs. She spotted 47 lacking a shirt while wearing his dress pants with a frying pan, tossing pancakes around in it while swishing it around. Diana came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
He smirked and continued to swish the pancakes around in the pan. "Morning," he greeted. Diana pressed her chest to his back and rested her head on his shoulder.
"Morning, Darling," she replied sleepily with a drama smile on her face. "I didn't know you could cook," Diana dragged her voice out with a pleasant sigh, the smell of pancakes filling her nostrils.
"Well, it's either that or I starve half the time," 47 answered as he flipped the pancake with a spatula and then tossed it on the plate next to him. Diana hummed in response and then turned him around to face her.
"Did I ever tell you how much I love you?"
47 chuckled with a smirk and pulled her closer to him, an arm wrapping around her back. Diana placed both hands in his chest with a wide grin as he pulled her in. "You have, but I like hearing you say it," he answered in a low voice.
Diana laughed as she leaned in to kiss him. "You're definitely a keeper," she chuckled and poked his nose gently. She laughed more when she saw 47 blink his eyes in confusion before kissing him again.
Diana hopped away from him, picking up her plate of pancakes and a fork before waltzing to the kitchen table. 47 stared after her with an arched eyebrow as he picked up his plate and fork and followed after her.
She offered him a cheeky smile with puffed cheeks as he sat down. He glanced up at her briefly before cutting the pancakes with his fork and beginning to eat. 47's eyes latched onto the shirt Diana was wearing before smirking to himself.
This was something he could get used to in the future.