Prompt: Best Part of Waking Up.
Yeah, it's just pointlessly out of character fluff P.
Lan woke up to the sound of his ego applauding. He stretched, catlike, before reaching out to drape a muscled arm over the dark-haired female presence he knew would be there.
She wasn't. Lan made an indistinct noise of protest and opened his eyes, shielding them from the light streaming in through the window. He smiled languidly as he saw Moiraine standing near the window looking out, still gloriously naked. She had conjured several small fireballs and was watching them juggle themselves with a childish delight. Moiraine had taught herself to control her channelling as a small child using an angreal to do this, and Lan knew she often juggled the burning fireballs when she was happy.
"Morning," he said. Moiraine turned towards him, the fireballs vanishing as her concentration slipped.
"Good morning," she said. Lan shook his head.
"No, just morning," he said. Moiraine looked offended. "How can it be a good morning when I woke up on my own?" Moiraine smiled and slipped back beneath the sheet. Lan pulled her close to him.
"We really must rectify that," Moiraine said. "Close your eyes." Her breath was hot against his ear as she spoke quietly. Lan closed his eyes and waited. He wasn't disappointed. A moment later, Moiraine's lips descended onto his in a passionate kiss.
"This is a much better way to wake up," Lan said when she drew back slightly.
"Less talking, more waking," Moiraine muttered and kissed him again.