E is for Eggs
The first night he ever spent with Cougar he woke up to the sniper cooking in his kitchen. His ass was sore, there was a bite mark on his shoulder (as well as several other places), and Cougar was cooking eggs in his underwear.
"What the hell," Jensen muttered groggily as he entered the kitchen.
Cougar grinned at him, "Huevos rancheros. You said you wanted Mexican food last night..."
"You're cooking me breakfast."
"Are you even awake?"
"I don't even know," Jensen replied, "You're in my kitchen making me wavoes-whatevers in your skivvies. Is this something I'd be awake for?"
Cougar grinned, setting the eggs on a plate. "Would you want to be?"
"I don't know," Jensen replied, "but whatever that is, it smells pretty damn good."