Taylor woke to the bright sun glaring in her face, her bedroom curtains no longer able to keep the light out. Groaning loudly, she pulled the comforter up over her head, rolling over to snuggle back up to her girlfriend but was met with an empty space. Since she was still half asleep, Taylor reached out to pat the bed, still confused at where she had disappeared to. It was Sunday, right? Neither of them had to go to work or had any plans for the day. Lazy Sunday was what they both had agreed on.

Stretching out to grab her cell phone off the nightstand, Taylor squinted at the time. 10:00 AM glared at her from her lock screen. No wonder her girlfriend was up already. That was super late for either of them to sleep in, even on a Sunday.

Taylor let herself lay on the bed for a few more minutes, checking her Twitter and her email, before slowly pulling herself out of bed. Glancing around the room, Taylor grabbed her soft housecoat to throw over her pajamas on her way out to the kitchen. Now that she was moving, she could practically hear her stomach rumbling. But as she opened up the pantry, she noticed that all of her cereal was gone.

"Babe, where did the cereal go?" Taylor asked loudly, pouting slightly. It was her favourite cereal. But she didn't really expect her girlfriend to respond either. She could hear the television on from there, and her girlfriend was laughing loudly at something. Taylor couldn't help but smile, even though her cereal had disappeared. She had the cutest laugh. Torn between making food and investigating the laughter, she opted for the latter, figuring she could always dash out to pick something up at the cafe around the corner afterwards.

Taylor's smile only widened as she entered the living room. Ana had on the fluffy unicorn housecoat that Taylor had bought her as a gag gift, but it had somehow ended up being left at Taylor's place and being worn whenever she stayed over. Her feet were propped up on the coffee table next to a carton of milk and the cereal that Taylor had been looking for originally. Ana had a huge bowl on her lap and was watching what appeared to be Bugs Bunny on the television.

Plopping herself down on the other end of the couch, Taylor made grabby hands for the bowl of cereal.

"Oh, thank goodness, I poured too much milk and then I poured too much cereal, and I didn't think I was going to be able to eat it all," Ana said with a laugh, handing the bowl over to Taylor.

Taylor just nodded and eagerly ate the remaining cereal, looking up every few minutes at the television. Leaning back, Taylor rested a hand on her belly, which was now content. She was still second guessing whether or not she wanted more breakfast, but decided to hold off for now. She was surprised when Ana reached out and pulled her feet onto her lap.

Taylor let out an obscene moan and tilted her head back as Ana began to massage the soles of her feet, starting with a gentle rub and then using her thumbs to apply more pressure as she worked her way up to her lower calves and then back down again.

"Those heels you wear are really hard on your feet, Tay," Ana murmured, as she continued to concentrate her full attention on her hand movements.

"Like you don't wear high heels, too," Taylor said, nodding in the direction of the front door, still heavily distracted by Ana's touch.

"Ah, but I don't wear them for work," Ana replied with a wink. Setting down Taylor's feet carefully, Ana popped up and headed over to the front door.

Taylor was confused when the gentle motions stopped along her feet. "Where are you going?" She asked, trying to figure out what was happening.

Ana slid her feet into her heels and then stood up, allowing the fuzzy unicorn housecoat to drop to the floor, revealing that all she had on underneath was underwear. "This is why I wear them," Ana said, posing slightly as Taylor stared, jaw dropping at the sight of her sexy girlfriend.

Although Taylor wasn't capable of vocalizing anything at that moment, she was at least able to move towards her girlfriend. Taylor reached out, grabbed Ana's hand, and pulled her behind her towards the bedroom. As the two tumbled back into bed, any remaining clothing quickly disappearing, all Taylor could think was that lazy Sundays were the best idea ever.