#samii200

Mornings in the Ackles house were never the same. Some mornings, Jensen and you would sleep in until 12pm. Other mornings, the two of you were up and the ass crack of dawn for breakfast and workout.

Today was just as different. Jensen had a late flight from flying from Vancouver last night and you decided to wait all night for him. That resulted into the both of you not getting out of bed until late in the day. Who could blame you, though? Staying up late to wait on your husband plus having hot "I missed you so much" sex would wear anyone out. You definitely weren't complaining though.

Jensen was still asleep beside you, but that didn't stop you from rolling out of bed and heading downstairs to make, breakfast, well brunch according to the time it was.

You were cooking up a storm, music playing on a small speaker, and you signing along. Jensen finally made his way to the kitchen, looking like hell. The laugh that came from your mouth wasn't intentional, it just kind of slipped out.

"Oh, you think it's funny waking me up this early."

You sat down the whisk you were using for the pancake batter and looked at him, "Jensen, it's almost one in the afternoon."

That smart remark of yours made Jensen's eyes roll.

Grumpiness was expected after the short, not so short, sleep the two of you had. You knew that once he had his coffee, he would be back to his normal self. So, it really didn't matter that much.

Jensen sat on the counter, watching as you walked from the stove and the counter, getting the food ready. Waiting for the food to be done was probably the worst part, it was boring and you were strangely full of energy. So, you decided to have some fun.

While Jensen wasn't paying any attention to you, you took a handful of flour and gently slapped it on his face.

He sat his coffee down on the counter, got down himself and made his way over to you. "I'm gonna kick your little 5′4 ass."

Before you knew it, Jensen had you pinned between him and the counter. His hand in the pancake batter. You knew what was coming and you could try to get out of this situation, but Jensen was faster than you, a lot faster. It was no use.

Jensen's hand finally landed on your head, some of the batter splattering on the cabinets and then falling down your face.

"You know damn well I didn't put this much flour on you Jensen!" You weren't mad, you were still just trying to have fun.

He just shrugged his shoulders and gave you a cocky smirk, "told you I was gonna kick your ass."

"Well, there's one nice thing about being  this short." You laughed. You ducked under his arms and jumped on him, putting batter handprints wherever you could reach. Jensen grabbed a handful of the batter and tossed it at you, getting it all over your shirt.

"Looks like your shirt is all dirty." Jensen smirked. "You should probably take it off." You tossed some batter at him then.

"You first, Mr. Ackles."

And of course, he wasted no time. Right after you finished the sentence, his shirt was on the floor and he had his arms across your chest, "c'mon, short stuff."

You smirked and slowly made your way out of the now messy kitchen, "on second thought, you stay here and finishing the cooking. Maybe even clean up this mess. I'm gonna go take a nice shower."

As you were running down the hall you could hear Jensen turning off all the appliances. Soon, you could hear him running behind you. You weren't surprised that he had decided to join you in the shower.

When he caught up to you, he pulled you against his chest and whispered in your ear, "it wouldn't hurt to wait a little longer on breakfast."