Cobert, Modern AU, drabble: 856 words
The Breakfast Trouble
Robert rubbed his eyes as a large yawn escaped his lips.
He mindlessly glanced at the other side of his bed, undone, with the sheets full of wrinkles and the coved bent over from the angle.
Cora must had been awake from a while.
He sighed, his heart full of pride and joy as the memories of their first night, after she moved in, flashing through his mind, giving him the best feeling on earth, as hundreds of butterflies were moving inside his stomach, as his heart could have burst from love.
He felt like his life was finally settling for good, and with the most wonderful woman he'd ever met.
Robert stretched his limbs with laziness and suddenly his ears were captured by a familiar noise along with a well-known scent. It all came from the kitchen it seemed.
Was she making breakfast?
He smiled content, padding barefoot with only his boxers on, a pure sense of enthusiasm spreading through his all body.
"'Morning." she greeted.
Robert stared at her for a long moment. He couldn't believe that that angelic creature was in his kitchen, cooking. She had that beautiful and sweet smile curving her lips, she had her dark curly hair combed in a loosen braid, resting on one shoulder. Her white tank top fitted perfectly on her torso, following her curves like a second skin and her legs were bare.
"Morning." he repeated in awe.
The morning light, coming from the french door, gave her a special halo, making her sapphire blue eyes sparling like diamonds.
"I made you breakfast." she stated, settling the last plates on the table.
She approached him and kissed him on the lips.
He found her cuter since she had to raise on her toes to reach his mouth.
Robert smiled tenderly back at her.
"It smells lovely." he commented, letting her pull him toward the chair.
"I didn't know what you like. So I cooked everything." she chewed his bottom lips, her cheeks went slightly red.
"I shall eat everything then." he chuckled, not at all bothered.
Cora smiled happily, shifting down in her chair, putting her feet up on the seat as she watched him eating pancakes with tea.
She then grabbed her pink bowl full of lucky charms cereals and began to add milk and ice.
She was about to eat her first spoon when she noticed Robert stared at her in horror.
"What?" she asked in panic, afraid she might had spilled something on her tank top or maybe that a disgusting bug had fallen in her bowl "What?" her eyes rushed everywhere.
"What hare you doing?" he enquired, his bite swelling his right cheek.
"What?!" she said again, louder, completely puzzled. What on earth got into him?
"With.. your.. Ice?" his index was pointing at her bowl.
"Oh." she sighed in relief. "It's tastier." she stated simply, beginning to eat with an evident crunchy noise.
"I don't see how." he continued blankly.
"I like my milk cold." she went on. "You should try!" her face lightened up.
Robert made a face, shaking his head with determination, yet Cora wasn't about to give up.
She moved closer to him, with her spoon full of cereals and iced milk in her hand, making a plane noise as she got near to his mouth.
He opened resentfully his lips, beginning to chew with horror and his eyes closed.
On her chair, Cora, was enjoying the scene sipping innocently from her orange juice glass.
"My brain froze!" he complained loudly and Cora began to laugh uncontrollably.
"You ate it too fast!"
"This is torture!" he brought his hands to his head "I'll leave your American breakfast to you!"
Cora continued to laugh, her arms pressed on her belly.
"You're so grumpy." she paused, only to get rid of the tears stinging to the corner of her eyes with her fingers.
"You're going to make it up to me!" he stated, gulping down his tea in few seconds.
"No, I won't." she replied, taking deep breaths to regain control of herself.
"Of course you are."
And before she could have even realized it, Robert stood up, trying to catch her, missing her waist by a nose. They ran and laughed for few seconds around the table, before Robert succeeded in grabbing her, pulling from her hips toward his own body, tickling her skin to make her squirm and yelp in the effort of freeing herself from the grip.
He lifted up to the table with a smooth movement settling himself between her legs as her arms went to rest on his shoulders, tangled around his neck.
"What are your plans?" she enquired with a half smile.
Robert squeezed her body even tighter and his fingers rushed on her skin, from the small of her back to her neck.
"Well, first of all I'd like to-" but he found himself incapable of speaking further, for his mouth was once again full of cereal, milk and ice.
He forced himself to swallow and, once again, he did it too fast.
All he could do was whine as her laugh once again filled the room.
"Coraaaaaa"
First morning for your OTP after their moving together.
Person A stares horrified person B as he/she add ice to his/her cereal.
