This one is short and lighthearted, but something I can totally imagine.
-b&b-
Serving him his birthday pie in bed was one of her better interpersonal ideas, if she did say so herself... But her plan was slightly mislaid by the way he couldn't stop staring at her upper body, bare behind the warm plate.
"I can't decide which I really want," he murmured sleepily, his eyes droopy in arousal and morning happiness.
A furrow crossed her brow at his inability to make the rational choice."Choose the pie," she clarified. "I spent a long time making it."
"Mmmmm…" he smiled and even with his eyes closed managed to skillfully move the pie from her hand to his as he moved her body beneath his.
She gasped when a small piece of apple filling fell on her bare skin. It was sucked up with lips that smiled in victory.
"This is an option I didn't consider," she conceded, her head falling back in Saturday morning pleasure.
"I did…" he admitted, scooping a warm section to spread over her. "I did," he growled again just as his lips hit her sensitive skin.
-b&b-