Will opened his eyes to a ceiling that has become familiar over the past few months. The sweet smell of Alicia's hair engulfed him and he felt at home. He looked down at her. She was huddled closely by his side with her arm draped over his torso. She was snoring a bit. It was adorable.

It was Friday; a long weekend, so her kids had gone to their dad's the evening before and he came to spend the night with her.

An idea popped into his mind and he slowly eased off the bed without disturbing her sleep. He wore a t-shirt and sweatpants he kept at her place and walked over to her kitchen.

He has somewhat figured out where most things were by that point, though he still had to open a couple of cabinets to find the flour. He was going to make her the best breakfast she'd ever had.

He started the coffeepot and got to work on the pancake batter. He remembered once a few months ago she mentioned liking cinnamon pancakes, so he added it to the mix. When a short stack started forming, he pulled out another pan and cracked an egg, sunny side up style, the way she liked it.

He brought out a tray and placed the plates of pancakes and eggs. He poured some honey in a small bowl for her to have with the pancakes. Toast and utensils followed and voilà, her breakfast tray was ready. He poured them both hot coffee and carried the tray in carefully through the hallway up to her room.

"Psst. Wake up." It was 8am already and he had to be at work by 9. She had the day off but as a name partner, he rarely had the luxury of a break.

He placed the tray on the bed cover and walked over to her side. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Leesh, wake up."

Doing domestic things for Alicia was something he'd probably been waiting for his whole life. He'd be content being a house husband for her. Granted he wasn't very good at chores and only did the cleaning around the house when the cleaning lady he hires says she couldn't make it, but he'd learn to be better for her. If only to see the smile she was giving him when she woke up.

Her eyes struggled to open but the smile she gave was unmistakable, albeit tired. She finally looked up. "Hi." She smiled.

"Hello." He quickly kissed her mouth and stood up to get the tray.

"Smells good in here. Did you make anything?" She sat up and saw the breakfast he'd prepared for her. "Oh. Wow."

He had to admit, he did make a pretty good breakfast

He placed the tray on her lap and she grinned widely. "Will, this looks amazing." He handed her the coffee mug and held his own. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. He sipped his coffee and watched her drizzle honey on the pancakes. "Thank you, really."

"It's the least I could do." He shrugged. Seeing her happy and excited was a rarity and he cherished every such moment he had with her, especially if he was the cause behind it.

"For what?" She asked around a mouthful of pancakes. He laughed and shrug. "For letting me into your life, your home. For this," he gestured vaguely around their space. She blushed and looked down.

"In that case, thank you too." She cut a piece of honey-covered pancake and held the fork to his mouth. "This has cinnamon! Open up."

He chuckled and parted his lips, gladly accepting her offer. He could get used to being fed by her.

"You fed me, I'm feeding you." She winked and cut into the egg and toast. He internally celebrated when the yolk ran. He wasn't a fan of runny yolk but he knew she loved it. "Nice." She remarked. Did she read his mind?

He looked at his watch and sighed loudly. He hated doing this.

"What time do you have to be at work?" She sipped her coffee and looked at him over the lid of her cup. She had thrown a loose shirt over her head and her face was bare. The morning light coming in from the blinds shined on the side of her face and her skin glowed a warm yellow. He sat closer to her and kissed her again.

"Nine." He muttered against the skin of her neck as he peppered kisses down her jaw. She giggled. "You're gonna be late." She placed the mug on the bedside table and hugged his neck. "I don't care." He captured her lips with his and kissed her softly, their mouths moving in a synchronized rhythm.

She broke it off after a moment. "The sooner you leave, the sooner you'll come back." She tsked. "Yeah? And what else?" He murmured. His hands trailed down her body and held her waist gently.

"And…you'll get a reward for your hard work." She winked. He sucked in a breath and sighed it out. "You know I won't be able to focus all day now, right?"

"Mmm yeah, let the anticipation kill you." She teased and he attacked her with wiggling fingers, tickling her sides and her stomach. Discovering Alicia was ticklish when they were younger was a goldmine of torturing opportunities then, and it still is now. She laughed loudly and fell to her back. He hovered over her and peppered her neck with kisses again, his fingers still continuing their dance on her torso.

"Will! Will, I can't," she barely managed to breathe out. He felt bad and stopped.

"Tease." He whispered.

He finally got off the bed and moved to get dressed. His clothes were properly hung for once instead of being miscellaneously spread; a telltale sign that they took their time the night before. He smiled at the thought. It was almost a routine – they were getting used to each other. It warmed his soul.

Alicia took the tray back into the kitchen as he got dressed and ready. Diane would just have to deal with his 5 o'clock shadow, he didn't bother packing a razor. Alicia walked back into the room. "Oh, you look nice. Rugged." She described and bit her bottom lip. "I could get used to your stubble."

He chucked. "Yeah? Tell that to Diane. She hates when anyone isn't clean-shaven at the office. Something about professionalism." Alicia laughed and straightened his tie. She wiped down his broad shoulder, held onto his lapels, anything to touch him.

"Leesh if you don't stop touching me I'll never leave. Which doesn't sound terrible right now."

She sighed and shook her head. "I don't want you getting in trouble or get asked too many questions. You missed a meeting earlier this week, remember?" He thought for a bit. It astounded him how she remembered menial details like that about his life that he didn't think twice about. It's probably the anxiety.

He nodded solemnly. "Okay."

He grabbed his briefcase, keys, and phone, and walked to her entryway.

"Bye!" He called, going to open the door. Alicia joined him. "Forgetting anything?"

He smiled and kissed her lips chastely. A goodbye kiss. How husband and wife.

She blushed and held up his wallet. "I meant this but… thanks."

It was his turn to blush. "Oh," he laughed awkwardly and pocketed the wallet she handed him. He opened the door and stepped out quietly, not knowing what else to say. He pressed the button for the elevator.

"Hey, Will?" She called from the doorway of her apartment.

"Yeah?"

She ran to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, stealing his breath with a deep kiss. His free hand rested on her lower back. The elevator dinged open and she broke away from him, grinning.

"Have fun at work." She winked and turned away. He looked at her moving figure disbelievingly. Yeah. Like THAT will ever happen now.

The prompt: Will's about to leave for work, Alicia asks if he forgot anything. He kisses her and she blushes holding up his wallet. "I meant this but… thanks"