Scenario – Breakfast in Bed (GF)
The first thing you noticed when you woke up wasn’t sunlight or an alarm — it was the smell. Warm, sweet, buttery, with just a hint of vanilla. You stirred under the sheets, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and that’s when you saw her.
Sue was standing in the doorway, balancing a breakfast tray with one hand and nudging the door closed with her hip. She wasn’t in her usual combat-ready gear. No — she was in one of your shirts, one that you knew didn’t button all the way up on her. Sure enough, the top two buttons were undone, revealing the soft valley of her freckled cleavage, each movement making the fabric strain over her chest. Her blonde hair was a bit messy, catching the morning light, and her blue eyes were warm as she looked at you.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” she said with a soft smile. “I thought I’d bring you something before the day starts.”
She set the tray over your lap — pancakes stacked high, bacon, a glass of orange juice. The scent was intoxicating, but your eyes kept drifting back to her.
Sue noticed, of course. She always noticed.
“Eat,” she teased, brushing her fingers along your cheek. “You’ve got a long day ahead, and I want you fueled up. Can’t have you fainting on me in the middle of a mission.”
You cut into the pancakes, taking a bite, and her expression softened even more. She perched herself on the edge of the bed beside you, close enough that her hip pressed into yours. Her hand rested on your thigh — casual, but lingering.
“You work so hard,” she murmured, leaning slightly against you. “I know I don’t say it enough, but I’m proud of you.”
The warmth of her body was distracting. You could feel the way her shirt brushed your arm, the fabric barely containing her. Her scent — a mix of soap and something faintly floral — made your pulse quicken.
You swallowed hard, trying to focus on the food, but she leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.
“And… selfishly… I just like taking care of you,” she added with a little smile.
By the time breakfast was over, you weren’t sure if you were more full from the food or from the way she made you feel.