She sensed him before those sweet lips found the skin of her neck. That delicious voice of his almost made her drop the spoon-full of gravy in her hand, but she managed to control herself- tasting the gravy and stirring a bit more milk into the pan before turning around to wrap her arms around his neck. She nuzzled her nose against his, kissing him a gentle good-morning while she tried to find words that would describe her elation. But she really couldn't. So she settled for the delightful banter that Saint was so good at.
"Och, after all those hours of love-making aren't you hungry?" She grinned up at him and ran her fingers lightly over his stomach through the fabric of his t-shirt. "I am. Besides, Libby is too much of a grouch in the morning to get up and make breakfast, Wolf won't be leaving bed while she's still in it, and you looked so absolutely perfect in my bed that I didn't want to wake you. Who else is there to cook in this house, hmm? And, if I'm the one cooking, I get to taste-test." Reaching behind her, Gem found the gravy and brought forth a spoon-full of the warm and heavy cream for Saint to try. She'd always loved cooking and feeding people and, while she wasn't the best cook in the world, she'd learned enough recipes from her mother to keep her own family satisfied someday... if she could ever have a family of her own, that was. For now, she would settle for feeding her lover.