Pleakley slept to the mid day. And boy, did he sleep good! Finally sunrays came straight from the window to his eye, and he yawned and stretched his arms luxuriously, turning to his side. And he felt great golden blush to come to his cheeks, as he found his beloved kweltikwanian sleeping peacefully next to him, blanket covering him only a little, enough for Pleakley to be able to see Jumba's bare chest and a flash of his purple coloured underwear. "What a night," Pleakley sighed as Jumba opened his front eyes, back ones seemed to be still sleeping, "Good morning, dear."

Jumba smiled tiredly, reaching an arm to stroke his lovers' face. "Morning, little one."

It was Monday, so Lilo and Stitch were on the school and Nani was working. The two aliens had the house all themselves. Pleakley sat up and was about to leave the bed, but Jumba gently pushed him back into laying position. "Jumba will be getting breakfast, right to bed. You just wait here and relax, okay?"

Pleakley giggled. "Wow, what a gentleman!" "I am, for you."

As the bigger one let the room, Pleakley buried his head on the soft pillow they had shared last night -the top bed had been left empty. He smelled Jumba's scent in the spot he had slept and licked his lips. What a night indeed! When the evening had turned to night they had cuddled together, feeling as close as two person could be. And then they gave each other an amazing blowjob, whispered cute stuff and talked about universe and everything and nothing. It was already over half past three when they finally fell asleep on the shared bed. Oh, how he loved that evil genius who was actually a big softie and had an accent that made Pleakley's knees weak. He couldn't remember ever being this happy, he wasn't even able to think or do basic things -like now opening the window- without chuckling like a little girl. He took a moment to look at the view that opened from the window and everything was so pretty. Leaning towards he admired the sight for a while, before hearing footsteps from the stairs and then got quickly bad to bed, excited grin growing to his lips.

"Here you go, pancakes with nut sauce, strawberries and SLP juice." Jumba said and placed the plates on the bed and gave the glass to Pleakley.

"Why thank you, Mr. Jookiba" Pleakley said affectionately, "Wait, what's SLP?"

"Not knowing," Jumba shrugged his shoulders, "Could be meaning... 'sexy little Pleakley'."

Pleakley didn't know if the air was getting hotter, or was it just himself. Jumba had never called him sexy before! "Sexy... really?" he exclaimed, feeling rather embarrassed, but in a good way.

"Am trying my best. And yes, you are being very sexy. Little one is looking like an angel, but is no surprise, because is being one too."

Pleakley didn't understand at all, this was so sudden and those words were so beautiful and heady, especially coming from Jumba, who never spoke like that. "Aww, what are you talking about? What did you drink in the kitchen!?" Pleakley laughed, gently hitting Jumba on the arm, "You are acting so sweet, you nutcase!"

Jumba just grinned playfully and Pleakley shook his head. Then he blinked his eye and made a cute face, biting his lip a little. "You really think I'm an angel?"

"Hmh... One-eyed, eccentric, noodle-like angel who I cannot stop staring at when you are wearing those outfits of yours", Jumba said, "Pleakley... I am really loving you, and wanting you to be knowing it, even though am making fun of you at times, and messing places that you have to be cleaning then. And I am really, really hoping I won't be making the mistakes I made with ex wife long ago, because-" Pleakley silenced the man with his finger. "It's in the past. You make mistakes, you learn."

"Want some strawberries?" Pleakley asked. The duo had settled to eat the breakfast in the backyard, because it was so hot inside the house and the sunshine was inviting them. He feed one strawberry to the bigger one and played with his blonde wig. "Have you ever wondered how things are going in Kweltikwan?" Pleakley asked suddenly.

"Humph, evil geniuses do not wonder."

"Aw, come on. You must wonder, sometimes. I know you do, just tell me!"

Jumba sneered. "Well, sometimes I have, but then I think that things are not probably being worth thinking back there. Same old, relatives meeting at times, old acquaintances working with their own business. Why you asking?"

"Yesterday reminded me of my planet." Pleakley told and smiled afterwards, "I'm happy that I'm not there."

Jumba laughed a little. "Ah, I am understanding. Not so much freedom for little one in Plorgonarian?"

Pleakley nodded for response. He was glad to be on Earth, it was with no doubt the greatest planet in the galaxy, it made him found both himself and his 'ohana and was full of amazing, unexplained things. A colourful bird flew by them and sat on the yard, singing tropically. The picture was completed with the palm trees and the yellow sun as its' background. "Isn't Earth fascinating?" Pleakley whispered eagerly.

"Primitive water planet filled with people who make inventions like television and light cola", Jumba said with a devious grin, following by Pleakley's gently nudge on him.

A comfortable silence fell upon the two aliens as they just remained there, sitting on the grass and watching that tropical bird what seemed suddenly so interesting. When it flew away, Pleakley woke from his thoughts and breathed deeply, lying down to the ground. "Tired, little one?" Jumba asked. The other one closed his eye. "No, not tired. Relaxed. Would you like to get more of that SLP?"

"Eh, why me? I already brought you breakfast!"

"Jumba, pretty please?"

"Okay, I'll be getting it..." Jumba has lost this 'battle', obviously.

"Great! I think I have something on mind after that..." Pleakley smirked, he would've winked if he could.