A/N: This pairing is one I've never done before and I'm not sure I've ever seen it done. I won't tell you what it is. Read, let me know what you think. Because remember, Reviews make me happy and when I'm happy...Well...I write cool stuff.

Lil Kitsune-chan: Yes well, people asked for a follow up, so that's what I gave them. I hope you enjoy this one as much as you enjoyed "1039 Smoothed Out Slappy Hours". This one is a little...different. Composed mostly of fluff. :-D

Dark Angel's Blue Fire: I'm glad you liked it darling.

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Reid slowly opened his eyes. There was an acoustic guitar playing somewhere nearby. He slowly sat up, the red duvet slipping away from his bare chest. He was unsurprised to see the other half of the large bed unoccupied. He rolled out of bed and pulled on a pair of grey sweatpants from the chest of drawers across from the bed and shook his head. He wasn't entirely sure why his mate had chosen such a large apartment for just the two of them, but he had. Reid pulled the duvet back up towards the pillows, making the bed look a little more presentable. He closed his eyes and smiled as a whisp of his lover's cologne wafted up from the bed.

Reid sighed and followed the sound of the acoustic guitar out of the bedroom, down the hall and into the kitchen. There was his mate, hovering over a pan full of pancake batter. Reid glanced at the clock and chuckled softly.

"What's funny?" His mate asked, not glancing away from the pan.

"I hate to burst your bubble baby, but it's 11:15."

Chase looked away from the pan and leveled Reid with one of his Stares. Reid always capitalized the word. Most people would think of it as a blank face, but Reid knew better. That was the face that clearly said he either didn't care, or hadn't known and didn't want to know. This Stare was the one that said "I don't care". Reid held up his hands defensively.

"I just found it funny that you waited until this late to start cooking breakfast."

Chase smiled at the blond, put his spatula down on the dark marble counter and rounded the kitchen island. He gently pulled Reid's face towards his own and gently kissed the silly blond. Reid smiled as he noticed Chase's hands still smelled like coffee. The dark-haired teen had some deep love for fresh-ground coffee so he was always grinding the beans himself and toying with the coffee machine, trying to get everything "just right". Chase quickly broke the kiss and returned to the pan on the stove.

Reid took a seat on one of the tall stools at the island in the kitchen and watched Chase cook. He noticed the acoustic guitar he heard was pouring from Chase's iPod that was hooked to a stereo system.

"Andy McKee?(1)" Reid asked.

"Mmhmm." Chase smiled.

Reid watched Chase remove the pancake from the pan and pour more pancake batter into the pan and then he started another pan for the eggs he was going to cook. Reid hummed along with the familiar melody of the guitar and watched Chase cook. He loved to watch Chase move. He was fluid and graceful and Reid was always afraid to look away from him because he didn't want to miss anything.

A few minutes later, Chase handed Reid a plate of food and a cup of coffee. They ate breakfast as usual, watching the sunrise, the silence saying everything.

Chase remained seated at the island while Reid cleaned up. Reid didn't like washing dishes in the dishwasher unless there were a lot of them. He could never explain his aversion, but it was there. Chase watched Reid scrub the syrup off the the plates and dry them carefully. He bit his lip when Reid reached just above his head to put the plates away.

The dishes done and the kitchen clean, Chase led Reid to the bedroom where he turned on the DVD player and started The Breakfast Club. Chase laid down on the bed and Reid put his head on Chase's chest. They lay there, the sunlight coming in through the window dancing over their faces and the movie playing. Chase kissed the top of Reid's head and whispered to the blond how much he loved him. Reid smiled up at him.

Chase would call it one of The Smiles. It was always capitalized in Chase's vocabulary. Most people would think it was just a smile. But those baby blue eyes said so much more. This smile was one that said they should do certain things that Caleb would most likely disprove of.

"Sunday is supposed to be a day of rest." Chase smirked.

Reid said nothing, the smile changing only slightly. Chse returned the smile and kissed the tip of Reid's nose. Reid wrapped his arms around Chase and murmured something about wanting to watch Liar Liar next. Chase chuckled and gave in. Lazy Sundays were his favorite days.

(1): Andy McKee is an amazing guitarist. He is real, but not well-known. Dreamcatcher is one of my fave songs. :-D