Prompt 27
"I vote cake." "That wasn't one of the options…" "Cake is always an option."
Harry looked up from his spot on the sofa and sighed at the clock. Gently shifting his fingers from running through Ginny's hair while she dozed on his chest to slide along her shoulders.
"I suppose we should eat." He ran his fingers against her bare back down to her waist and then up to her shoulders again. "It's nearly ten."
Ginny's reply was a muffled moan that vibrated against his chest.
"I'm still pretending the sun isn't up yet."
Harry nuzzled her head with his nose.
"How do some eggs sound? Maybe some bangers as well?"
"I vote cake." Ginny slid her body further up his so her head now rested on his shoulder and Harry chuckled.
"That wasn't one of the options…"
"Cake is always an option." She turned to kiss his cheek.
Harry caught her lips with his own for a slow, sweet kiss. "Alright, you make the cake and I'll make eggs and some bangers and we can eat them while your cake bakes."
Ginny smiled against him, "Alright, as long as I don't have to put on clothes yet."