Not today. [ There's a peace that Cobb finds in Mal, something that settles warmly in his stomach every single time her gaze fixes on him, or she deigns him worthy to hear that sultry, musical voice. It's the little things. Setting the tray down, he slides up to the love of his life, gently running a hand through her hair and leaning forward, kissing her forehead. ]
Good morning.
[ It's not often Mal sleeps in--it's not often any of them do, not really--and he'd relished those tiny moments of calm softly etched onto her face before sliding out of bed and deciding to make her breakfast. He offers a smile. ]
No guarantee it'll taste as good as anything you make.
[ He kisses her forehead, which she finds acceptable, but not wholly so. If he's to lean forward, he should kiss her properly--which is why a hand sneaks its way out of the blankets to catch his shirt, fingers twisting in the soft, warm fabric which always smells like him.
A lifting of her chin, brows lifting and look expectant--even as she smiles back at him. ]
A very good morning.
[ He is softer now, not crazed over a task as he is prone to become. This is her Dominick, her brilliant, lovely, beautiful Dominick. And his teasing is met with her own: a quiet tut, a light flick of his nose. ]
Is there green on my plate? I think that will tell us.
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Good morning.
[ It's not often Mal sleeps in--it's not often any of them do, not really--and he'd relished those tiny moments of calm softly etched onto her face before sliding out of bed and deciding to make her breakfast. He offers a smile. ]
No guarantee it'll taste as good as anything you make.
omg kill me now
A lifting of her chin, brows lifting and look expectant--even as she smiles back at him. ]
A very good morning.
[ He is softer now, not crazed over a task as he is prone to become. This is her Dominick, her brilliant, lovely, beautiful Dominick. And his teasing is met with her own: a quiet tut, a light flick of his nose. ]
Is there green on my plate? I think that will tell us.