Yep, shameless, shameless fluff.
Sun-coated sheets draped over her form as she turned and slowly opened her eyes. Upon seeing his smile, her lips curved to mirror it.
A hand appears from nowhere under the covers, gliding up and down her torso, leaving hot trails on her bare skin.
"What was I supposed to do? You came home last night in that sexy black dress."
A laugh. Blue eyes follow every bend and bow of his face until they reflect his gaze again.
"Make me breakfast?"
She shuffles closer until they share ample body heat.
He looks amused at the suggestion. "Alfred makes irresistible Spanish Omelets. I don't think you would want to miss out."
A gentle pinch at her hip.
"But I would love to watch you fumble around the kitchen. You do it so well."
A kiss on the shoulder.
"Only if I get to have you for breakfast after."
A hand travels around her neck and she sighs blissfully.
"You're still hungry, Mr. Wayne? I thought you had enough last night."
A hand curls in her ebony hair and rubs in a divine massage. He leans in, lips on lips dance together as the minutes pass by.
"I don't think I could ever have enough of you."
To be honest and to embarrass myself, this idea came to me after watching an episode of the Real Housewives of New Jersey and one particular conversation between the Gorgas. I hope you liked it. I would like it if you reviewed.
Disclaimer: No profit is being made from this story and the characters are not mine.