#manonxdorian

Manon's phone vibrated on the counter and she turned off the stove, placing her spatula on the side, and picked it up.

Where are you?

She texted back, plating the food she had just prepared as she waited for a reply. Manon rarely cooked, but when she did, she went all out, and she was very excited for Dorian and her to have breakfast together this morning.

Bedroom.

Manon smirked, thinking she knows where this is going. She sets covers over the plates to keep the food warm and then walks to the bedroom, placing on her best sultry expression. She walks into their shared bedroom, and Manon's not sure what she expected, but it certainly was not a tent sitting on her bed.

On closer inspection, as Manon now cautiously walked further into the room, she observed that it was in fact her blanket that had something inside it, making a triangle shaped protrusion. "What the...."

"Manon!" Dorian's voice sounded, a little hoarsely, and Manon almost looked around to find him, if not had the blanket started to move.

"Dorian? Are you inside the blanket?! What the fuck happened?" She pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head. This boy.

Dorian sniffled. "I was trying to change the duvet and I got stuck inside. The zipper won’t move." Manon couldn't help it. She burst out laughing, doubling over, her long braid touching the ground as she howled with laughter. "Hey! It's not funny." She heard the strange sniffing again.

"Are you crying? Oh Dorian, baby," Her voice practically dripped sarcasm. "I'm sorry you're upset."

She saw the blanket shift again and was completely sure Dorian was trying to sit up as straight and proudly as he could inside. “I am NOT crying, okay?! I’m allergic to jerks!” He stated matter-of-factly.

Manon rolled her eyes. "Yeah, okay, cry-baby, let's get you out of there." She walked over to the bed and found the zipper, swiftly opening the cover and revealing Dorain looking at her with red eyes. "Hello, princeling." She crowed

Dorian growled. "Witchling."

She laughed. "You're pathetic, you know that?"

Her boyfriend crawled out onto the bed, shimmying out of the cover and glaring at her. When he was all the way out, he sat on the edge of the bed and crossed his arms defiantly. "I was just trying to straighten the room, y'know, do something helpful for once."

Manon sighed, starting to feel a little guilty. She put a hand on his cheek, the only soft sign of affection she would usually give Dorian, but he refused to place his own on top of it, like he usually does. "I'm sorry I laughed at you."

He pointedly did not meet her gaze. “No, it was my fault for thinking that you might care.” He said, but she could see the sparkle in his eye.

After quick deliberation, Manon decided to play along. "Oh, what can I do to make it up to you, my love?" She wondered sweetly.

Dorian smirked, finally looking in her eyes and taking her hand from his cheek. He stood up, bringing their intertwined hands to his lips. "I can think of a couple ways." He raised an eyebrow expertly, making certain sensations stir inside Manon.

Before she could lose her head in his entrancing violet eyes however, Manon pulled her hand out of his grasp. "Maybe later, princeling. I just made us a beautiful breakfast that is going to grow cold if we are delayed any longer." She straightened out his shirt, messing his hair delightfully.

Dorian was now looking at her with an emotion that Manon was still getting accustomed to, so she simply grabbed his hand again and led them away from the unmade bed. "We'll work together to fix the duvet later, deal?"

As the couple walked down the hallway, hand in hand, Dorian kissed the side of her head. "Sounds perfect, witchling."

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