The kitchen was over-warm with the stove going, and the smell of baked apples and cinnamon accompanied the fluffy sweetness of pancakes, a stack of which were already sitting on the small dining room table behind her. Claire was cooking on auto-pilot for the most part, but also driven by hunger and the need to flush last night's unpleasantness away with much better memories, even if they were mundane. A warm breakfast followed by a very long nap tangled with him under her comforter was perfect, as far as she was concerned.
She had just flipped the last pancake when she was pulled back against Jesse, and her eyes automatically closed. It felt nice - more than nice, always with hints of the heat that practically drove their relationship so far. It'd only been a handful of months since they stopped censoring themselves for the sake of appearances.
Tilting her head softly to the side to make room for him, Claire sighed softly, and sucked a bit of applesauce off the tip of her thumb.