Saffron awoke to the sound of her kitchen cabinets being slammed shut.

Tony, she thought groggily. Oh, God…

Entering her small kitchen, Saff frowned slightly at the sight before her. Tony was banging around, pulling out practically every pot or pan readily at hand. Eggs, milk, bread, bacon were all strewn on the counter. Coffee, spilled on her floor, greeted her. It was like waking up to a living nightmare.

Sighing, because even so early in the morning she realized there wasn't much else she could do, Saffy shook her head at the sight and decided the best thing for it was to just jump in and start cleaning up.

"Saff!" Tony said cheerfully, smiling when he saw her glaring at him from the hallway. "Mornin'! I was just gettin' breakfast, 'ey!"

"Yes. Getting it all over the counter. And the floor. And everywhere in between," Saffron said, unamused. She sighed audibly as she ripped off a paper towel from the roll and started cleaning up the spilled coffee.

"Bit messy, I s'pose, but don't you worry. Me mum's one of the best cooks in the East End, she is. Just lemme get these 'ere eggs started and…"

"Tony? How about you let ME get breakfast going? Hmm?"

Without waiting for an answer one way or another, Saffy took the pan from Tony and began drowsily frying eggs. Yawning, she watched as Tony did his best to start another pan of French toast.

"French toast is me specialty," he told her, raising an eyebrow.

I'll bet, she thought, especially the 'toast' part. Her kitchen was going to need the sort of massive cleanup they'd been doing on the old tenement building. If it didn't burn down first.

Fortunately, everything turned out fairly well (albeit messy). No kitchens were destroyed in the wake of Tony's attempt at making breakfast and Saffron managed to put edible food on the table.

Crunching on a slice of bacon, Tony eyeballed Saffy over his coffee. As she daintily cut up two fried eggs, she glanced up at him.

"What?" she asked.

Tony grinned.

"Nothing," he said. "But… you're rather lovely in that robe." His eyes lit on Saffy's robe, a vintage Japanese kimono her mother had purchased. The piece was one of Saff's favorites.

Saffron blushed, taking a bite of eggs. Chewing, she closed her eyes and snickered at Tony's flattery.

"What?" he asked, frowning a bit.

Swallowing her eggs and then taking a sip of tea, she smiled at him across the table.

"Flattery won't get you anywhere this morning, Mister Draper," she teased. Looking over at her kitchen counter, she shot Tony a wry smirk. "Look what you've done to my kitchen!"

Tony stuck out his lower lip, exaggerating a pout.

"I was just tryin' to surprise you this mornin' with a bit of breakfast," he said.

"You surprised me, all right," Saffy replied.

The two of them eyeballed one another over the array of breakfast foods before them. At length, Tony spoke. Despite all the morning craziness, his thoughts were on what happened between Saff and himself on the rug in front of the fire the previous night.

"Um… About last night…" he began.

"What about it?" Saffron interjected, taking a sip of tea.

"Before your mum interrupted us…"

"Yes?"

"Things were gettin' a bit 'ot and 'eavy, ey?"

Saffy blushed, recalling how she'd tried seducing Tony — the intimate way she'd kissed and touched him. She'd wanted him to make love to her. Thanks to her mother, that hadn't happened.

"A bit," she admitted, her tone curt and standoffish.

Tony frowned at her.

"'At's all you can say?" he asked. "You practically started taking off me pants and…"

Saffron glowered at him over her tea.

"Drop it," she cautioned.

"But Saff!"

"But what?" Saffy demanded. "Things got started and then they stopped. That's that. Nothing more to say on it, then."

Tony shook his head dejectedly.

"Guess not," he replied, taking another bite of bacon.

Saffron felt awkward and uncomfortable after what had happened the night before. She'd wanted Tony, definitely. But fate had intervened and her fantasies about making love with him weren't destined to come true, at least not right now. So why keep on about it?

The truth was that she felt embarrassed, remembering just how much she'd pushed things along. It wasn't like her, was it, to act that way? Or it hadn't been. Not for nearly a decade.

"Tony, look," she said finally, after a few moments' silence. "Can't we just… see what happens going forward?"

Glancing into her eyes, which never failed to captivate him, Tony sighed deeply before saying, "Sure."

They continued with their breakfast. But both silently mulled over the intensity of the night before and how desperately they'd wanted one another. Certainly, it left things strained between them somewhat. Then again, some of the pressure was off; at least they'd admitted their feelings for each other.

Now they just needed to trust that those feelings would take them in the right direction, whatever that happened to be.