"Good morning," Jimmy called walking leisurely into the kitchen.
"Morning!" Fiona smiled, looking over her shoulder at him from the sink.
He hopped up on the counter to sit beside her and dry the dishes she finished washing. "How long have you been awake? I didn't feel you get up."
"That," she smirked, "is because you sleep like a fucking log. Also, it was like 5 AM or something, so I don't think you could have woken up."
He laughed, "Wow, okay. I so could have."
"Uhuh," she nodded sarcastically.
"Uhuh!" He repeated. "Therefore, it's rude you didn't stay in bed with me and cuddle for at least," he tapped his chin, "forever."
Fiona burst out laughing, "Forever, huh? That's a damn long time."
"I know," he replied seriously, causing her to look at him. He smiled and she leaned over and kissed him slowly.
When they pulled away she stared at him in a content daze, "I love you."
"I love you, too, my lioness."
She snorted, "Oh, my gosh. No."
"What?" He grinned, feigning innocence, "That's what that Mike guy called you!"
"Don't remind me," she picked up her wand and sprayed soap out of it into the sink.
"I thought you liked it!" They were both holding back their laughter now.
"Wow, he was a dork." She shook her head, and then raised her eyebrows, "And so are you."
"What?" He put a hand to his chest, and then reached down to flick suds on her.
She gasped, and then gave him a look, "Oh, you are so gonna get it."
"Oh, yeah?" He cocked his head in a challenge.
"Oh yeah." She threw more suds on him, grabbed her wand, and ran. She dashed into the living room, and hid behind the armchair. He grabbed his wand from the counter and jumped down to run after her. He stood in the entrance-way to the living room and looked around carefully. Once he caught her gaze she was up and firing. Water shot towards him and hit him square on the nose. He spluttered, and stumbled back. "Hah!" She called from across the room.
As she stood again, he hit her in the chest. "Hah!" He yelled back mockingly.
"I love this shirt!" She frowned. They continued firing back and forth for a while until the couches and their clothes were soaked through.
Fiona had begun to circle around the room, and once she reached the stairs she dashed up. This gave Jimmy the perfect chance to hit her in the butt, and she jumped. "Asshole!" She called and ran the rest of the way up.
"That's no fair you were on the track team!" He shouted after her. Then he followed. He chased her into their room and grabbed her around the waist when she found she was cornered, so they fell to the bed. By this time, their stomachs hurt from laughing.
He poked her in the side, and she squirmed away giggling, "No! Jimmy!" They wrestled back and forth for a while, and when they got too tired they just lay there staring at the ceiling.
"We should probably get out of these clothes." He sighed. Fiona faced him and wiggled her eyebrows. He chuckled shaking his head. "No, I meant-"
"I know. I know. C'mon," she stood up, "hand 'em over." He wiggled out of his clothes so he was down to his boxers. She peeled off her wet clothing and took both of their things to toss them down the laundry chute.
When she returned he held up a hand, "Wait, stop right there for a second." She knit her eyebrows in confusion, but stopped anyways. "You're so beautiful," he smiled; she just laughed and walked to him. "No, really. I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you."
"Okay, Casanova." She climbed up the bed and laid down next to him. "Now, let's make up for this morning." She put her head on his chest and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Oh!" She sat up quickly. "Can you do the thing?"
"Yeah, sure." She laid back down, and he patted the bed searching for his wand. When he found it, he whispered a quiet spell, and bubbles started to flow from the tip. Fiona giggled slightly, and reached up a hand to pop a few of them. She ran her fingers through them, and he just kissed the top of her head. Soon she fell asleep and he stopped the wand, calm in the feeling of her steady breaths against his chest.