like sunshine in the morning [with ofthecubs]

[theunpressuredclub]

When they both stay up as late as they did the night before, Rachel's usually the one that's the first to wake up. She's used to less sleep, most days, and in any event she likes having a few moments to just revel in the quiet of the morning.

It's easy to get breakfast going, once she's had a cup of tea to start the day of well. It's easy to let herself hum absently as she puts the pan on the stove.

Easier still to smile as she hears the approaching footsteps and feels her boyfriend's nose nuzzle in between her shoulder blades. One hand moves from holding the pan steady to rest over one of his once his arms wrap around her waist.

"Mornin'."

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[ofthecubs]

The way she gasps his name makes him delirious. The way she whispers 'I love you' makes him delirious as well. It's impossible, in his mind, to be any happier than he is when he's with her in any fashion at all.

"God, I love you." It's important to murmur against her lips. "So much, Rach."

[theunpressuredclub]

"More'n there's words for, Ed."

She doesn't know if she could ever tell him just how much. Luckily, they're both incredibly good at showing.

[ofthecubs]

"More'n I've got, anyway."

Which, thankfully, she never seemed to mind. Which, amazingly, she sometimes matched him in lacking. It's part of how he's certain they belong.

"'m gonna make you amazing pancakes."

[theunpressuredclub]

They fit together, in more ways than just the way that their bodies always seem to curl together just right. Their personalities-- their very souls, really-- match so well there's no question they were always meant to end up exactly like this.

Her laugh is bright and entirely pleased at his words, lips pressing against his cheek fondly.

"Sounds great, Ed."

This is all an entirely wonderful way to start a morning, really.

[ofthecubs]

"In a minute, though."

Because, for a minute, he just needs to hold her tight. For a minute, he just needs to breathe her in and know with absolute certainty that she's here with him.

[theunpressuredclub]

"Perfect."

Because she'd really rather be held tight, for now. She'd really rather be able to nuzzle in with complete and utter contentment.

[ofthecubs]

It's absolutely perfect, just like this. It's everything he's ever wanted or needed in the world to have.

"Hey." It's a quiet murmur against her temple, almost unconscious. "'m gonna marry you, some day."

[theunpressuredclub]

Her smile is soft against his skin.

"I know," she says warmly, "And we're gonna be so happy."

[ofthecubs]

"We are." It's easy to repeat when he can feel the curve of her smile against his skin. "Just like this. 'cept with a big ol' ring for you."

[theunpressuredclub]

A quiet giggle, then, her lips never drifting far from where they touch his skin.

"Exactly what I need."

Except not, because everything she needed, she already had.

[ofthecubs]

"Perfect."

As is being allowed to squirm around slightly and press her lips with his. There's nothing more perfect in the world.

"I'm serious, you know?"

[theunpressuredclub]

"Know y'are," she answers, humming contentedly against the kiss, "I am, too."

[ofthecubs]

"And then pancakes every day."

For the rest of their lives. It's absolutely a part of the master plan.

She's his master plan.

[theunpressuredclub]

"And scrambled eggs," she concurs.

Because isn't everything better if they work together?

[ofthecubs]

There's a bright laugh for that. There's another sweet, contented kiss pressed to her lips.

"Absolutely. Just-- absolutely."