The smell of burning woke Laurel up with a jolt, she rushed out of bed and into the kitchen at a rate even Barry would have admitted to being fast.
“Felicity?” She blinked at the mess that was her kitchen, Felicity standing at the sink and dumping water on a burnt pan.
“Sorry sorry,” Felicity frowned at the pan, “I was trying to make you breakfast.”
Laurel relaxed a little, sighing with the relief that her place wasn’t on fire, and then took another look around the kitchen.
Egg shells were scattered across the counter, the black pieces that resembled toast were sticking out of her toaster, and Felicity still looked like she wanted to curse out the frying pan for betraying her.
“Why were you trying to make breakfast?” Laurel asked, running a hand through her hair and leaning heavily against the wall as she considered which spot to help clean up next.
Felicity shrugged, “You got in late last night, I just thought it’d be nice if you got to wake up to something sweet. And instead I nearly set the stove on fire by cooking eggs. I think your stove hates me.”
Laurel did her best to hide her smile behind her hand so Felicity didn’t think she was laughing at her, “It was a good idea. I love you for it.” She walked over to close the distance between them, catching Felicity’s hands in her own and began pulling her back, “But how about we go back to bed and worry about this mess later, maybe sleep a little more, and then go out for breakfast?”
Felicity followed her with a bright smile as she walked backwards to the bedroom, “I’ve always thought cleaning could wait till after cuddling.”
“If you’re doing it right, sure.” Laurel teased.
They fell back onto the bed in a tangled mess, scurrying under the covers and Felicity hummed in appreciation as they made their own cocoon of blankets as they both dozed off.
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