“Morning,” Shane says around a yawn as he comes into the kitchen.
Rose looks up from where she’d been hunched over her phone, a steaming cup of coffee halfway to her lips.
“You sleep ok? Guest room good?”
Rose nods, idly spinning the spoon next to her plate.
“Guest room is lovely, like sleeping on clouds.”
Shane nods absentmindedly as he hunts around in the fridge for what looks to be smoothie ingredients.
Rose watches him for a minute, then leans forward to rest her elbows on the counter, taking another sip of her coffee.
“Although…” she drags out the word, lips slowly turning into a gleeful leer, “you might wanna talk to your contractor about putting some extra soundproofing in your room, I could hear you earning your ‘hole not peg’ justification last night.”
She can practically hear his neck cracking as he whips around from looking in the refrigerator.
The deer in headlights look has her giddily kicking her feet. How pissed would he be if she tried to take a picture right now? Probably a lot.
She laughs loudly, the sound echoing around the kitchen. So worth it for the look on his face.
“Are you serious? God, my mom has stayed in that room,” he groans, head thunking loudly against the fridge door.
she lets out a cackle at the flush immediately working its way up his face.
There’s movement around the corner and her morning gets even better.
“Mm, morning ranniye ptashki. Why is Shane so red this early?” Ilya pecks a kiss on said red cheek as he wanders past over to the espresso machine.
Shane watches him. Maybe he hadn’t heard any part of their previous conversation.
Then, “what is this about pegs?”
“Rose,” Shane hisses. “no.”
Shane tries to kill her with his eyes but it only serves to make her laugh in delight even more, choosing violence instead as she points her spoon first at Shane, “hole”, then at Ilya, “peg.”
Ilya’s confused expression clears, a delightful smile taking its place as he turns toward his husband, currently hunched over the counter groaning into his hands.
“Ah yes, is true. Shane is beautiful super bottom.”
“I’m not a super bottom, I’m a regular bot- can we stop talking about this??”
Rose and Ilya share a grin as Ilya comes over to wrap his arms around Shane from behind.
“Don’t be so embarrassed, Shane. Is ok. You can tell people I seduced you with my raw animal magnetism.”
Shane pauses in his fight to escape his hold and looks behind him.
“How do you even know what that means.”
“Is what they say in my Sports Illustrated interview. You would like. Very sexy pictures.”
Ilya pulls away to look down at his face, arms still wrapped around his middle.
“Ah, so you did not read the article? Just looked at pretty photos of my body?”
Shane rolls his eyes but doesn’t deny it.
“It’s ok, solnyshko. I know you simply could not resist my big magnet.”
Rose’s laughter bounces around the kitchen as she watches them wrestle each other against the counter, the sun shining brightly through the windows.
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