Good mornin', sugar! (Tag northernclaude)

[texan_housewife]

Sandra was down in the kitchen, making pancakes in her nightgown. She was whistling as she flipped the cakes, practically glowing with happiness. She'd been alone for so long, and now she wasn't. She had an absolutely darling man who thought she was beautiful, and whom she'd always loved in one way or another. Life was actually good again. She wasn

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[northernclaude]

Claude was roused from a deep sleep by the scent of pancakes. He wasn't sleeping in a stolen bed, and those weren't the greasy pancakes from a nearby diner. He rubbed his eyes and stretched, yawning hugely.

He couldn't believe his luck, really. He liked waking up sore because she had worn him out. And the fact that she was cooking for him certainly helped things along. Part of his mind kept on nagging that this was too good to be true, and something horrible would happen soon. Perhaps it was right. But he was going to have pancakes first.

He slipped out of bed and padded down the stairs. "Mornin'," he mumbled.

[texan_housewife]

She shook out her hair and beamed at him. "Mornin', hon. Just in time. Yours are done." She tipped them out of the pan on a plate and placed it at his place at the table. "Want coffee or orange juice?"

[northernclaude]

It was a little early in the morning to have to make choices, so he just settled down at the table and smiled at the pile of pancakes and the woman who had just made them.

A little while later, the answer made itself known. "Tea?"

[texan_housewife]

She smiled tenderly. Of course. She'd forgotten how British Claude was. "Think I got a teapot. Hold on." She dug around in her cupboard until she emerged victorious.