"Dammit, Zackary!"

There was pancake batter everywhere. Even…Gaia, on the ceiling? How did he manage that?

"I wanted to make you breakfast!" His soft lips were drawn in a very effective pout.

"Well, you shouldn't have! How am I going to clean this up before training?"

His eyes glittered mischievously. "Don't go to training today," he purred as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed a kiss to your neck. "I'll write you an excuse. Stay with me and clean it later."

And damned if you didn't do just that.

You could never say no to that smile.