Kerica yawned as the sun hit her eyes and she stretched, but her hand smacked something. Looking over she saw Kiba suddenly wide awake and holding his nose, "Oh, I'm so sorry!"
The poor Inuzuka rolled to his side and, before he could stop, fell off the bed. So there he was, bare and cold with a stinging nose and back. "Okay, greeeaaat way to wake up." he painfully chuckled. Kiba sat up and crawled back onto the bed. "Don't worry about it, Keri-kitty. You should see some mornings at my house. Akamaru sometimes has dreams where he's running and...well let's just say it's not the nicest way to wake up."
Kerica giggled and touched his hand, loving the feel of their improved bond, "I guess I'm not used to waking up with someone beside me, I'm sorry. Are you okay, Kiba-kun?"
"It's really okay, Keri-kitty. I'm fine." Kiba insisted, lightly pulling Kerica closer to place a tender kiss on her lips. "How did you sleep, my love?"
Kerica smiled and kissed him back lovingly, "I slept better than I have in months. I feel so refreshed and energetic!" she grinned and hugged him close, "What about you?"
Kiba grinned as he nuzzled her neck. "Well apart from my, ahem, interesting wake up call. It was the best sleep in a very long time."
Kerica hugged him close and kissed him deep, "Well, it's my job to make breakfast. I'd rather my father didn't come busting in her to drag my butt to the kitchen and make him food. What, is it a guy thing to have a bottomless pit for a stomach?" she teased poking Kiba's tummy which growled at the mention of food.
"Hehe maybe it's because us guys have to protect you girls. All the food we eat will give us more energy." Kiba teased, brushing Kerica's cheek with the back of his hand as a form of affection.
Kerica blushed and took his hand in hers, kissing the tip of his fingers before getting up and going to the closet, taking out a dark red tank top and a pair of black capri pants, "There are some of my dad's old clothes in here, they might fit you. Take a look. Oh, how do you like your eggs?" she asked heading to the door putting her hair into a ponytail.
"Sunny side up and a bit runny," Kiba answered as he rubbed the back of his head. Maybe he was a bit too precise, after all he wasn't at a restaurant, he was at his mate's home. 'Man, that still feels weird even thinking that right now. But, eh, it was true.'
"As you wish," Kerica smiled and heard his thoughts but didn't respond to them. She shut the door and blushed. Mates…through and through that they were. Nerieta wouldn't like it, she knew that much, she just had to wonder how her father would react. Though...the night before it was kind of hard to miss her shouts of bliss.
Kerica got breakfast made and watched Kiba come in first wearing one of her father's shorts and his fishnet underneath a black and red yukata, "Red suits you well," she smiled, "Have a seat, I'm almost done with your eggs and I made you bacon, too, hope you don't mind. Would you also like some chocolate chip pancakes?" she already had some made for herself so the smell waved through the room mixed with the eggs and bacon.
Kiba took a deep breath as he sat down with a sigh. "That sound great, if it's not any trouble. It all smells great, so I'm betting it will tease ten times better." he grinned, stretching a bit.
Kerica blushed deeply, "You put a lot of faith in my cooking," she commented and shook her head, amused, and finished his eggs and bacon before handing him the plate, then gave him her plate of pancakes, "Eat up."
"I'll wait until you get your food. It's always nicer to eat at the same time." Kiba shrugged, a playful grin on his face. "And I know your cooking with be great because of the food last night. That was amazing. If you don't tell my mom I said this but your cooking beats hers."
"My cooking beats your mothers?" Kerica blinked as she made scrambled eggs with cheese, bacon, and a few pancakes before sitting down across from him after turning off the stove, "I'm honored you feel that way, Kiba-kun. No one's ever given me that big of a compliment on just my cooking."
"I don't see why not. I mean it's amazing." Kiba shrugged as he started into the food. He paused after a bite to sigh deeply, "So good!" Kiba had to force himself to eat slowly despite the richness of the flavors.
Kerica giggled and ate as well, watching his face of bliss as he ate, and she blushed deeply remembering the night before.
Kiba glanced up at Kerica and noticed her blush. "What? Did I do something?" he asked as he blinked. What made her blush?
"N-No...I just..." she put her hands on her cheeks, "I'm...I'm remembering last night, is all...your face..." she blushed darker.
"O-oh..." he coughed nervously with equally red cheeks, "…ummm, w-well. Heh heh, what can I say to that?" he joked lightly scratching the back of his head.
Kerica giggled and took a bite of her pancake, "I don't know...I'm sorry for embarrassing you, my mind just decided to suddenly go to the gutter..."
"It's fine, I mean as long as we enjoyed it." Kiba shrugged and followed Kerica's example by starting eating again.
"Of course I enjoyed it," Kerica blushed softly, "You were amazing."
Kiba grinned and scratched his head, "When you blush you look so cute. But it was you who was amazing."
"If you say so," Kerica giggled.