Domestic smut prompt: "morning after" hair

Her hot chocolate ripples slightly from the breath she releases from her nose as she holds the mug against her lips, the chipped porcelain hiding her growing smile as she lets her gaze roam over the man in her…no...their kitchen. Faint fingernail scratches are still visible along the planes of his back and her body flushes at the reminder of just how she put them there. If he would only turn around she could see if his sweatpants are riding low enough to hide another mark, this one in the curve of his hip she tortured onto him before heeding his pleas to direct her mouth elsewhere.

It's when her eyes land on the tufts sticking out in all angles in the back of his hair that she has to set her mug down entirely, the hot liquid sloshing a bit as it hits the wood by her plate. Visions of those strands twisting between her fingers as Killian worshiped her with his tongue swim to the surface of her mind and she has to wiggle in her seat to ease the growing ache at the memory. She should have known that the sight of him between her legs would be her undoing, with those bedroom eyes looking up at her as he drove her to the very edge and back again.

"Something on your mind, darling?"

For a brief moment she considers deflecting his flirty banter, but quickly remembers that she doesn't have to anymore.

Rising to her feet, she crosses the few steps between them until she's close enough to pluck the piece of bacon from his fingers and slide it between her lips. She watches as his eyes focus down on her mouth, the kohl from the previous day now adorably smudged across his eyelids and onto his temples. She mentally adds evening makeup removal to the growing list of things to teach her new live-in pirate.

Right now, she has other things on her mind. After popping the last of the bacon into her mouth, she makes a move to suck the salty grease from her fingers, but he beats her to the punch. With a quick duck of his head and a gentle grip of her wrist, she finds the tips of her fingers being treated to all the acrobatics he'd put on display last night with that very talented tongue. With his eyes hot on hers she leans further into his body, finding that same spot on his hip with her thumb before dipping her hand even further down. It's a bit of an uncoordinated tangle after that, with his hand releasing her wrist so he can grab at her waist and her wet fingers barely freeing his mouth as she moves in to suck on his lower lip.

By the time they've caught their breath, his sweatpants are at his ankles and he's softening again between her thighs, which are nestled haphazardly between the toaster and sink (where her sleep shirt is now clogging the drain). His hair is once again crumpled between her fingers and hers has tumbled almost completely out of the topknot she'd shoved it in to come downstairs for breakfast. A giggle escapes her throat when he lifts his head and she can see a slight line from where he'd pressed his forehead against the edge of the counter as they'd finally christened the kitchen with their sloppy lovemaking. Releasing his hair, she shifts her hands to the side of his head so she can run her thumb along his creased skin as he looks at her with the sweetest of sated smiles.

"You."

"Pardon?"

"You asked me what was on my mind."

"Ah, I see. I wasn't sure if it was my dashing self or the bacon."

"Okay, maybe a little of both."