Who: Deryn and Sam When: Early February Where: Their place What: Cuteness Rating/Warning: Low/None Status: Complete
Sam hadn’t heard the alarm go off. He was still pretty much out cold, laying in bed under some tangled and crumpled covers. The sunshine was coming in through the window, and it hit his face eventually, making him frown in his sleep. Starting to wake him. He rolled over, turning and burying his face in the pillow. He stretched his legs out, his arms up and over his head, his whole body tightening like a bow string.
Sam hadn't heard the alarm because there wasn't one to hear: Deryn had turned it off when she'd woken up. They both had the day off and that was pretty rare and special so she'd thought to herself: Why not just enjoy it?
So she'd let Sam sleep in. She'd played for a while with Mr. Spock and Miss Clementine (who got along wonderfully, and that wasn't surprising to her), and then started breakfast. It was in the oven now (where savory breakfast muffins belonged!), and despite the fact that she'd let Sam sleep in, she was getting a little restless.
Clearly the way to fix that was by running into their bedroom and jumping on him.
There came a great ‘oof!’ sound out of him as a tiny, blonde body landed on top of the sasquatch. He coiled up, folding in half at the sudden pressure, then quickly realized what it was that had hit him, and lifted his arms to wrap them around her. “Getting winded… not exactly the way I’d imagined waking up this morning.” He said, giving a tired laugh.
If that hadn't been what he'd been expecting, it was probably more of a surprise when their tiny kitten Miss C decided that the best way to garner more attention was to follow Deryn's lead and just up onto the bed and on Sam's head.
Deryn, of course, only laughed brightly over it. It was impossible not to. "I'm making egg muffins," she announced, wriggling on top of Sam more so that he'd be forced to wake up.
Sam jolted again when the kitten landed on his face, and got a little scratch by kitten claw along his temple as he moved out from under the tiny, purring thing. “Yum. Let me wake up a bit first.” He said, still trying to catch his breath. “Thanks for cooking. Wait,” he sat up abruptly, taking both girlfriend and kitten with him. “What time is it?”
Deryn tumbled back with a wave of skirts, hair and giggles, and Miss C seemed happy to right herself and then begin gnawing at the blonde's hair as well.
"Uhmmm," she said, thinking. "Past eight. Why? Do you have something to do?" She was at least ninety five percent certain that they both had the day off. Or she had been. Now she was beginning to doubt that. Hm.
“...I… no. Wait. No.” Sam said, still waking up a bit. The jolt upright had helped considerably, and now his brain was starting to defog. “....no, I’ve got the day off today.” He said, and as if that realization was the best thing he’d ever remembered, he climbed forward over her laying on her back on the bed, and dipped down to kiss her passionately.
The kiss, of course, was something that Deryn laughed into -- completely gleeful and nothing new at all. She always laughed when she was happy and she was definitely happy right now. She curled around him, clinging a little bit like a way too adorable koala and pressed more kisses and nibbles to his mouth. "We should do something totally fun today," she decided.
“Totally fun?” Sam repeated after her. “That sounds like the perfect way to spend a day off. What did you have in mind?” He was thinking about a trip to the beach, or bowling, or a drive up the coast… maybe an amusement park? Some adventure they could share together.
"Well," Deryn started thoughtfully but then had to pause completely once the timer on the oven started beeping. She squeaked, rolled off the bed and skittered out of the room at the same time as the cat. "Breakfast!" She finished, laughing the whole way.
Sam simply shook his head, chuckling, then climbed out of bed. Two minutes later he was padding into the kitchen in his pajamas. The sexy kind. Plaid, cotton pants and a dark t-shirt that was tight enough to show off his muscles, but not girly tight. His hair was still a little messy from sleep, but he’d shoved a toothbrush into his mouth and patted his face with cool water.
“Hey, Kitty,” he said, giving Miss C a little scratch behind the ears as he headed into the kitchen. “Thanks for cooking, D.” He said gently, then pressed a kiss to his girlfriend’s hair. He had to bend way over to do so.
Deryn tilted her head up at the last second so she would get a real kiss instead of one on the hdea when he bent over. It was only of the little things she took pleasure in on a daily basis, really.
“I like cooking,” she went on -- and there were an awful lot of varieties of muffins to try out and make. Muffins, after all, were her speciality. She settled the baking tray on a cooling rack and grinned up at Sam.
Deryn kisses--even when she was giggling--were the best.
“Works for both of us, then.” Sam said, breaking into a grin. He moved to lean against the counter and get out of her way. “I like it when you cook for me.” He said, and folded his arms across his chest, folding his feet at the ankle as he leaned back against the counter. “Do we have any bacon?”
“We did have bacon,” Deryn said, twisting her lips thoughtfully to the side as she tipped out the muffins, and they rolled onto the counter. Not exactly a mess, but close if no one was paying attention.
“And then I put them in the muffins.” a pause. “Because I knew you’d ask. I’m very good, you know.”
“You are. Very good.” Sam said, watching her with the muffins. “I do hope you know I’m going to eat a dozen of those.” He motioned toward the muffins she’d just poured out onto the counter. They looked and smelled like the world’s most amazing breakfast.
Deryn only stuck her tongue out at that and went back into the oven to pull out the second dozen - as if she’d been expecting that comment from the get go. They made good snacks, lunch and breakfast. “Those ones are tomato spinach and cheese,” she said. “And we’re going to the mall later.” She’d decided, clearly.
“Those smell just as amazing.” It was like she was an angel. A muffin making angel. The good kind, not the… Dream-World kind. “Wait, we’re going to the mall? What for?” He asked, then reached forward for one from the first set of muffins.
She definitely wasn’t an angel. They knew some of those already, and Deryn didn’t think she was anything like Castiel. She was much more excitable, in any case. Anyway, she was a pegasus.
“I dunno. Coz I wanna. We could see a movie.” Hey, she didn’t always need a reason for things.
“I like movies,” Sam said through a mouthful of muffin. Of course, his idea movie going experience involved a big box of chocolates to share, and lots of kissing in the back of a darkened theater. And nothing scary or suspenseful. He got enough of that crap in his dreams.
“Everyone likes movies,” Deryn said, tone sage. But really though, who didn’t like movies? Awful people, probably.
“But awesome,” she went on, taking a bite of a muffin to punctuate. “It’s a date.”