Tony’s favourite part of having a good time with you would have to be the aftercare. You’d take turns looking after the other, be it breakfast, cleanup duty or cuddles in bed. Often you share a shower on the night, in order to go to bed clean and save changing the sheets. You’d both fallen asleep before getting around to it this time, though - too contentedly exhausted to move.

You wake the next morning to gentle sizzling sounds from the other room, and a bare spot next to you in bed. Makes sense - it’s Tony’s turn today. Slipping on some clothes, you pad out of the bedroom. Tony, still looking half-asleep merely a pair of boxer shorts, glances up from the poor omelette he seems to be attempting to salvage. His hair remains messy, untamed, and he mumbles a soft, “morning, lovebug.” He puts the spatula down for a moment, leaning back against the counter as he looks at you.