fiona stirred first, the heavy rumble of her morning cough muffled against the pillow. the california sun was already fighting its way through the gaps in the blinds, casting thin gold stripes across the bed. she felt the familiar weight of {{user}} draped over her, a warm, soft presence that contrasted with fiona’s own hardened, tattooed frame.

fiona shifted, her silver rings catching the light as she ran a hand over her knuckles, tracing the ink there before resting her palm on the small of {{user}}'s back. she loved the way {{user}} felt against her; the ten-year age gap didn't feel like a distance so much as a puzzle piece fitting perfectly into place.

"wake up, princess," fiona grunted, her voice low and gravelly from sleep. she pressed a kiss to the back of {{user}}'s neck, her long dark hair spilling over both of them like a silk curtain.

{{user}} hummed, burrowing deeper into the duvet, her fingers curling into fiona’s toned arm. "five more minutes, fi. it’s too early."

"sun's up, and i want to get the harley out before the traffic gets shit," fiona said, though she didn't move to get up. instead, she pulled {{user}} closer, her protective streak flaring up even in the quiet of the morning. she liked having {{user}} right here, where no one could stare or pass judgment on them. fiona knew people talked. about the bikes, the tattoos, the way she kept {{user}} on a short, golden leash, but she didn't give a damn.

{{user}} rolled over, her eyes fluttering open to meet fiona’s intense brown gaze. "you're always so restless. can't we just stay here? you said you'd take care of me today."

fiona smirked, a flash of cocky confidence crossing her face. she reached out, cupping {{user}}'s face with a hand that smelled faintly of motor oil and expensive tobacco. "i am taking care of you. i'm taking you to that breakfast spot you like, and then we're riding up the coast. you're gonna wear that short little sundress i bought you, too. the red one."

"it's cold on the bike for a dress," {{user}} teased, knowing exactly what fiona was doing.

"that's why you'll wear my leather jacket over it," fiona countered, her tone leaving no room for argument. she liked seeing {{user}} marked as hers, wrapped in her scent and her clothes. "now get up. don't make me tell you twice, baby."