Blackwood Grove, Saturday Morning

[witchoftheflesh]

Adrian woke up slowly, his face buried in the softness of Rey's hair, feeling the slight weight of her against his chest. He knew he should be getting up, he'd had plans for slipping downstairs to make Rey breakfast (he'd been perfecting his heart-shaped pancakes for days now) before she even woke up, but now that he was awake, he couldn't convince himself to move just yet. It wasn't that he was worried about jostling her and waking her up, or even just that his cabin held a bit of chill in it and that staying under the blankets with Rey was warm and cozy, but just that he was so happy and content with where he was that he honestly just couldn't make himself move.

Breakfast could wait. Morning snuggles couldn't.

(For the lady, pls!)

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[thatwaslucky]

"I have some ideas," she said with a slow smile, leaning in for another kiss.

[witchoftheflesh]

Adrian laughed, low and sultry. "You know," he murmured, "I had an idea for breakfast, but you just gave me a better one."

Sure, Adrian. Rey just gave you that idea. Definitely didn't exist until right then, uh-huh.

[thatwaslucky]

"And what would that be?" she asked, like she didn't absolutely know.

[witchoftheflesh]

"You."

[thatwaslucky]

"I was hoping you'd say that," she said, with another kiss. This one was harder, with intent.

[witchoftheflesh]

Oh, he liked that kind of kiss. He liked that kind of kiss indeed.

"You should hear my plans about dinner," he offered, giving her a hard, intentional kiss of his own.

[thatwaslucky]

"Can't wait," she said vaguely, but she was much, much more focused on kissing him. She also hooked her leg around his to pull him closer, as that was extremely necessary.

[witchoftheflesh]

Absolutely necessary.

So much so that Adrian followed that up by holding onto her hips and rolling them both over so that he was on top of her as the kiss continued.

He was definitely about to say something witty, sure.

[thatwaslucky]

Rey smiled against his lips, but she wasn't planning on breaking the kiss unless she had to. Besides, this position gave her room to wrap her arms around him so her hands could keep themselves busy running over the skin of his back.

[witchoftheflesh]

Okay, Adrian did break the kiss then, to groan softly and then inhale, looking down at her to whisper, "Beautiful," before lowering his head to kiss her again.

[thatwaslucky]

The things she felt about this man.

She deepened the kiss, hungrier, both as a reward and because hearing him groan really did something for her. She could do this forever, she was sure she could.

[witchoftheflesh]

And what a forever it would be. His hands moved over her, rougher than usual; not harsh, no, but simply unable to keep enough concentration to remain gentle. He nipped at her several times, her lower lip, her throat, the rounded edge of her shoulder.

He had said she was breakfast after all, and he was suddenly quite ravenous.

[thatwaslucky]

She was more than all right with rougher than usual, reflected in the pleased sounds she made at his actions. And the way she raised her hips up to grind against him a bit, just to be encouraging.

[witchoftheflesh]

Rey was a wonder of encouragement. Consider Adrian incredibly encouraged, as hopefully the way he ground into her hips established. It was a good thing she liked his groan because he was doing it again, this time groaning out her name.

"Rey."

[thatwaslucky]

Getting that sort of reaction really was one of her favorite things. And she could be honest about it, like how she whispered, "I love when you say my name like that," right before turning her attention to his neck.