RP: Brekkies (and introductions) Who: Jon Snow and Robb McLellan When: 18 March 2013; late morning Where: Robb's house in Santa Ana, Ca. Status: Complete Word Count: 6,662
Extracting himself from the mad sprawl of limbs not long after dawn hadn't been an easy task for Robb. In fact, given his current bedmate, it had been well nigh impossible. Jon Snow was a clingy type of sleeper, he'd discovered, snuggling tighter and tighter as the hours grew small and night gave over to day. A bit of a blanket hog, too.
The little nest they'd made for themselves had been rather cozy warm and had it not been time to feed and let Weir out for her morning run of the back garden, Robb wouldn't have stuck even a toe out. Sod the world and everything else. They both had the day off and he wanted to enjoy it to the fullest.
But since he had little choice in the matter, he'd done his chores and climbed back into bed soon after, spooning against Jon like they'd been doing it all their lives.
After catching a few more precious hours of sleep, Robb was properly up and now two cups of coffee in, was finally beginning to shake off the wooly head. He'd started breakfast (which was quickly approaching brunch) and set the table tucked over in the nook area with its floor-to-ceiling windows.
Absolutely nothing, he'd found, kicked a hangover like a proper fry-up. Rashers and a few sausage links were already cooking, merrily popping and cracking in the pan as the fats were released. Slices of seeded rye bread were sitting in the toaster oven, just waiting for someone to give the lever a good push. A carton of eggs and a butter dish on the counter rounded out what would eventually be assembled into a more civilized version of hair of the dog.
The only thing missing was the boy with a knack for finding the very best spot on the mattress.
Not long after, Jon did straggle out, wearing a spare pair of sweat bottoms and a t-shirt that fit him far better than Robb ever thought they would when he'd first pulled them out of the drawer and laid it all out.
"Where's my camera when I need it?" Robb grinned mischievously over the rim of his cup. In spite of the extreme bedhead and barely holding his eyes open, Jon looked, as usual, good enough to eat with a spoon