"Of course you don't," she murmured. When all but growled at her, she'd been tiptoeing up to get the pepper. It stopped her dead in her traps, and she couldn't help but lick her lips and turn to him. "Oh, to hell with breakfast," she muttered, crossing the room and tugging his hair back to kiss him hard, whimpering with want.
If pressed, she'd admit that she missed him. She'd slept poorly all night, even when she'd turned and used his pillow. She normally slept poorly - she was scared to go to the Dreaming, if only because she didn't want to see Morpheus or anyone who cared for him - but somehow Eliot soothed that fear. She'd spent most of the night tossing and turning, and had eventually taken something to help her sleep dreamlessly.
None of that was on her mind at that exact moment. She tugged his shirt roughly over his head, straddling him in his seat, letting her hips just barely touch his before rocking them slowly.