SEWAWA!

     “Maybe I did, but that doesn’t give you the right to attack me in such a way,” Grimsley joked, sneaking past the bunny kisses to give Burgh a peck on the lips.

     “You are very lovable, but you are certainly not little. I mean, come on, I have to get up on my toes to kiss you. Leave some height for the rest of us.” Suddenly, Grimsley remembered his coffee, and broke away from Burgh to grab his mug off of the coffee maker. It had had long enough to cool, so he downed about half the mug, straight black.

     “I’m little at heart.” Burgh chimed, obviously happy to be getting so much love. As he watched Grimsley down his coffee, he gagged a little. He couldn’t handle coffee unless it was at least half creamer and sugar, and he couldn’t even imagine drinking it black.

     If he was being truthful, Grimsley was proud of his ability to turn his husband into mush with just a few words. He found himself grinning more and more with each stammered word, and, tease that he was, kept on walking, ignoring Burgh’s pitiful protests.

     Cheerfully, Grimsley waited for his coffee, entirely unaware of the sneaky husband preparing to assault him.

     Just as the coffee maker made its final noise, Grimsley let out a sharp squeak.

     “Y-You!” Grimsley squeaked, whirling around to face Burgh. “That hurt, you know! You’ve wounded me, darling. I shall never recover…” Dramatically, he leaned back against the counter, lifting his hand to his forehead in false agony. 

     Then, dropping the act, he grabbed Burgh’s waist and pulled his husband toward him. “You absolutely ridiculous, sneaky bastard,” Grimsley said, his laugh evident in his voice. “What ever shall I do with you?”

     “Even when you assault me, you remind me how much I love you.”

     “It’s not assault, it’s getting revenge on you. You started it by teasing me, you big lovable meanie.” Burgh chimed as Grimsley pulled him closer. Humming, he leaned down to give his short husband bunny kisses.

     “What? Me? Not wanting to go to work? That’s preposterous, you know I absolutely love work.” Grimsley snickered, a huge grin plastered across his face. He stood up from his seat, stacking his since-emptied breakfast dishes before slinking around the table to wrap his unoccupied arm around Burgh’s shoulders.

     “Though, dearest, you wound me. You act as if I don’t want to spend time with you.” Grimsley leaned down and pressed a kiss to Burgh’s cheek. Then, with a cheeky grin, he whispered in Burgh’s ear, “And, I’m sure you were lonely last night. But you certainly won’t be tonight, darling.”

     Smirking and holding back a laugh, the dark-type trainer walked off to the kitchen, leaving his husband to follow behind at his leisure. He rinsed his dishes and set them in the sink, before wandering over to the coffee maker, tapping his fingers against the counter while he waited for his coffee.

     Burgh felt the blood rush all the way into his face as Grimsley whispered in his ear. He was sure he was about as red as a Tamato berry, if not redder. The bug-type leader was having trouble not squirming in his chair. He hated the way his husband’s teasing did that to him, not to mention how often it happened.

      “Y-you,” he stammered, keeping a tight grip on his leg in an attempt to keep himself under control. “St-stop... stop teasing me! You know what it does to me!”

     As Grimsley walked away, Burgh did his best to not let out a sigh of relief. He fidgeted in his chair for a second, before realizing how defenseless Grimsley would be while making his coffee, as well as how Burgh was going to get his revenge.

     Almost more silent than a Gengar stalking someone’s shadow, Burgh moved slowly towards Grimsley. As soon as the man got close enough, he quickly pulled his arm up, getting ready to hit his target.

     Grimsley glanced up from the plate of pancakes in front of him, and then reached across the table to squeeze Burgh’s hand. “You’re too good to me, love.”

     Digging into the plate of pancakes, Grimsley couldn’t help but practically inhale the food in front of him. He hadn’t eaten since lunch the day before because, as was typical of him, Grimsley had come home late the night before. Although, it wasn’t for the reasons typical of him, but was instead because he was at work late training with Olwen.

     That was probably why Burgh was being so aggressively lovey-dovey. He’d probably missed him.

     Once he was done shoveling food into his mouth, Grimsley wiped his face with a napkin and looked up to catch Burgh’s gaze.

     “Dearest. Would you like it if I stayed home a little while today, and go in to work late? I feel terrible that I left you all alone yesterday evening, and I know how much you love spending time in the mornings together…” 

     Grimsley shot a smile across the table at Burgh, knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist it. 

     “If I hadn’t known you better, I wouldn’t’ve been able to tell that you don’t want to go to work.” Burgh sighed, knowing that if he said no, Grimsley would’ve shot those irresistable puppy dog (or kitty cat, to be more fitting) eyes at him.

     Grimsley had been enjoying his sleep. He really had.

     The slam of the door woke him rather abruptly, but Grimsley wasn’t having it. He rolled over and pulled his pillow up around his ears.

     “…Mmm…five more minutes, please, darling…”

     But Burgh also wasn’t having it, and eventually, Grimsley found himself propped up on his arms, his hair a mess of unbrushed black. The morning sun just barely peeked through the curtains, and Grimsley couldn’t help but groan. He rubbed at the sleep in his eyes, his pajama sleeves hanging past his hands and his shirt buttons hastily half-buttoned from the night before.

     Begrudgingly, the sleepy dark-type trainer dragged himself from beneath the warm, thick covers, twining his fingers between Burgh’s and following him into the kitchen. “You really didn’t have to make breakfast, dear. I usually don’t eat in the mornings, you know this…” 

     Burgh was correct, though; Grimsley could never resist pancakes. As soon as he smelled them, he hurriedly plopped himself down in a chair, clearly a bit more awake. “Did you make pancakes? You really know me too well, darling, you shouldn’t have…”

     Burgh had a smug smile on his face as Grimsley hurriedly sat down. “It gets better, sweetheart. They’re the fluffy kind with pecha berries and chocolate chips inside. I’m fairly sure I finally mastered them.”

     The tall man sat across from Grimsley, humming as he did so. He really did enjoy seeing his dearest get excited over his cooking, as Burgh hadn’t been the greatest cook at the beginning of their relationship. After getting a few lessons from the Striaton trio, his cooking had greatly improved. He smiled gently as he watched Grimsley shove the pancakes in his mouth.

     The bug-type leader woke up early this morning, as per usual. He stretched back his arms and got out of bed, being careful not to wake up the sleeping man besides him, as it wasn’t time to wake him up yet. Moving quietly, Burgh got dressed and left the bedroom, closing the door very softly behind him as he headed for the kitchen.

     Burgh contemplated about what he was going to make for breakfast. Eggs were usually a good go-to, but sometimes Grimsley wasn’t exactly in the mood for eggs. After some internal arguing with himself, Burgh decided he wanted to make pancakes and bacon for breakfast - partly because that’s what he was in the mood for, partly because he knew Grimsley would never deny pancakes for breakfast. Burgh hummed as he made breakfast, excited to eat the fluffy pancakes he had finally mastered making.

     After he finished plating all the food, he covered it to keep it warm as he woke up his partner. Burgh practically skipped down the hall on his way to the bedroom. Once he arrived at his destination, he cheerfully slammed the door open.

     Burgh took a deep breath as he approached the sleeping figure in the bed.