Who: Wilson and Anne What: Breakfast! Where: Their place When: Friday morning Warnings: Probably sex 8D
After finishing the conversation with Anne, James rolled out of bed and stood up on his feet, stretching with a hum. The remission was absolute bliss - no more back pain, no more practically throwing up in the morning just for moving...Keeping in mind that the less clothes he wore, the better he just put a button up shirt over his shoulders, leaving it open. Then he pulled on a pair of boxers and shorts before he deemed himself ready.
Heading out of their room he went down stairs and into the kitchen, pulling out the skillet so he could start heating it before he made his way out onto the terrace. He spotted Anne and smiled to himself, creeping up behind her, his arms working around her waist as he pressed a kiss to her cheek.