#an encounter

Okay so no one i know irl wants to hear this so i’m just gonna yap about it here and hope that someone sees it.

warnings: none, just fluffy domestic matty & nora. Enjoy!

He awakens to the blanket being pulled away from him. He turns in the direction of the disturbance and sees the vision before him. His beloved enrobed in a comforter warmly, breathing calmly, hair sprawled across the pillow, skin looking deliciously soft, hands wrapped around each other as if she is trying to hold onto this peace as best as she can.

His eyes well up and heart soars. He can’t believe she is his, for life, for eternity. Until death do they part. He quickly takes a swig of the cold water on the side table to ensure he isn’t dreaming and she isn’t a figment of his imagination. Water slides down his throat and some out of the corners of his mouth as he gulps.

He certainly won’t be able to go back to bed now. Not now that he can no longer wait to spend the rest of his waking moments with her at his side. He remembers her going to bed around 2am last night, spending the whole evening at their dining table in front her laptop downing mugs of coffee over some work materials she had to have ready by Monday. He remembers her picking at her cuticles, biting her lips, pacing back and forth in their kitchen when she would hit a mental block. He also remembers a first date where she said she loves American breakfasts. Bacon, pancakes the whole lot.

He jumps out of bed, now with motivation to start his day off at a bright and early 7am. He throws a comb across his curls, slaps a squirt of gel in them, brushes his teeth with the minty toothpaste she bought him from the shop last week, tosses on his slippers and a robe and makes a beeline for the living room like a kid on Christmas.

He places her favorite Frank Sinatra record on the record player, grabs some boxed mix for the pancakes since he made them too floury last time and gets out the pack of bacon from their fridge. He starts frying the bacon, being extra careful to not burn it. Grabbing a bowl, he makes the pancake mix and plops it into silver dollar size shapes on the hot pan.

Feeling satisfied with himself, he sets up some orange juice, utensils, glasses and coffee by the table. Checking the pancakes once more, he starts slowly singing the Frank song to himself - careful not to wake the sleeping beauty above him.

“I’d sacrifice anything, come what might for the sake of having you near.” He croons to himself.

Pulling the bacon off the pan and plating it with a little maple syrup, he begins swaying to the band’s melody. He delicately places the pancakes on the dish he set out that has one of her paintings glazed onto it. His favorite in their collection.

He feels eyes on his back and relaxes when he smells her sweet vanilla and coffee perfume come near him.

“Morning, my sunflower.” He quietly states in awe of the vision. Her green orbs sweetly staying locked onto his brown ones. Her hair an absolute state. His long sleeve adorably swamping her figure, but still revealing her 12 tattoo on her thigh. His matching one on his chest, right above his heart which feels like it is going a mile a minute. Unfreezing from her trance, he remembers the food.

“Made some breakfast for you, didnt want to wake ya since youve been stressed with work lately.” He quickly adds in hopes that she will appreciate his sweet gesture.

It is music to her ears, the Sinatra record now fading to a halt. She smiles, eyes pooling at his constant attention to her.

“Hungry?” he asks delicately, hopefully.

He just wants a nice, peaceful morning with his girl. He just wants this moment to last a lifetime. Them. In their kitchen. In their home.

“Starving, actually!” she states in delight at her kind, wonderful, thoughtful love. She bolts towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Kissing him on every square inch of his face.

“Well, then lets eat, My dear. Been up hours waiting for you.” He truthfully finishes before they work their way to the food and sit peacefully enjoying their morning. She babbles on about wanting to go to the farmer’s market, maybe the movies later. All he can think to himself is that when she speaks, it sounds like singing.