I stop playing with his hair and lay my head on his chest and just simply listen to his heartbeat, it was so relaxing. I feel him wrap his arms around my waist and stroke my back with his fingers. My shirt must have went up a bit because I feel his fingertips lightly tracing invisible patterns on my skin of my lower back. It sent shivers up my spine, in a good way. We had gotten so far off task ,we're supposed to be making pancakes for breakfast and I glance at my watch noticing it was 11:30 now and I was so hungry. It went from measuring ingredients, to getting chased by him, then him tickling me, then us kissing and now just relaxing and cuddling with each other. I ignore my hungry stomach and close my eyes listening to his steady heartbeat and feel his calloused fingers on my skin. I had a feeling we'd be eating lunch, not breakfast but it doesn't matter to me, I just want to lay here with him and be close to him. I bury my nose into his shirt and inhale his familiar scent of cigarettes and his cologne, and I smile loving that scent. He pushed my shirt up a bit farther and traced his fingers all along my lower back and I loved it. I hear him start to hum a tune and it sounded so different and neat hearing it come from his chest, literally. I smile in recognition of it being 'All My Loving'. My favorite Beatles song.
"Close your eyes and I'll kiss you, tomorrow I'll miss you.." he begins to sing and goes on and I smile into his chest hearing his beautiful angelic voice. I fall asleep into a sound sleep, hearing him sing to me and I wake up shortly afterwards feeling him still rubbing my back.
"Fall asleep on me?" he asks me with a giggle and I nod into his chest.
"Oh love, I'm so hungry." he says and his hands leave my back for a moment stretching.
"Me too, but I don't want to move. You're way too comfy." I say and I hear him laugh.
"Mmm thanks love, i'm pretty comfortable meself. But can we go make pancakes pwease? We can come back and cuddle after we eat." he says and I look at him seeing him pout and I laugh and nod and get up off my comfortable boyfriend and walk into the kitchen hand in hand with him.
"Come here." I say as he's over measuring flour and he comes on over to me and puts his hands on my hips. I grab a washcloth and softly wipe off the dried butter that's on his cheek and we both laugh. I put the washcloth back and kiss the spot on his cheek where the butter was and he kisses my forehead.