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There’s no alarm that goes off, instead he wakes with the sun. He sleeps on the side of the bed where the sun hits first, so he rises and wakes before Her. He stops to close the curtains to give Her the comfort of darkness longer, the warmth of sleep for as long as she desires.

He pads softly, gentle, into the kitchen. He puts on an apron, the only clothes he wears, and begins his favorite weekend morning ritual: breakfast. The pleasant surprise of freshly cooked food on the weekends has long since become a enjoyable expectation. Instead he tries to surprise Her with variety.

New recipes, new spices, new anything. Sometimes what he tries hits the mark and they find a new favorite; sometimes he is very off the mark.

The longer he’s served, the less often he’s missed and the more often he nails it.

These early morning hours, with sun dappling into the kitchen and the low sound of a playlist She curated for him so she has control of what music he listens to, are a treasure he holds dear. The easy servitude without an explicit command, the domestic things. It’s beautiful in a way he finds hard to describe.

He’s so entranced in his work that he doesn’t hear Her footsteps as She wanders down the hall. He jumps under the cold surprise of Her fingers against his exposed spine. They trail up slowly as he freezes under Her touch.

“Something smells lovely, pet. What is it?”

“I’ve made you a Croque Monsieur, Miss.”

“Mmm, that does smell nice. I was thinking of something else though.” Her finger finishes it’s journey up his spine and slides under his hair, scraping against his scalp. She yanks once, hard, to bring his head back and she latches her teeth into his neck.

She bites him, marking him, and he moans for her. “You taste as good as you smell this morning, slut.

Which is saying something. You smell well fucked.”

He blushed and stutters out “Thank you, Miss. You fucked me very well last night. I’m glad you like it.”

“Good boy. Now, tell me about my breakfast.”

He walks behind her to the table and kneels as he places her plate upon the table in front of her. He smiles up at her and begins to explain what this new dish is and why he chose it.

It’s shaping up to be a perfect morning.