the kiss to her curls had her skin warming softly but she moved to brush her hand lightly over the small of his back, lingering there as she peered at the bacon. “nyx likes her bacon a little soft.” she told him, unsure of if he knew but regardless, he did now. “crisp around the edges but still a little chewy in the middle. not floppy.” she added, her voice soft as she glanced up at him. her thumb brushed softly over his back before she patted lightly and moved for things she needed, hearing ryder and smiling on the breath of a laugh as he teased her. tit for tat, though, ryder gave her ammunition to tease back, playfully-serious eyes landing on his hue as she moved back to the stove with more things that they would need. “that’s not breakfast, ryder.” she hummed, a look of disapproval finding her features but it was mostly in jest…mostly. she was serious about the breakfast bit. marley loved cooking, loved preparing food for people she cared about and she wasn’t going to accept toast and poptarts as an acceptable answer to ‘what’s your favorite breakfast?’. she wasn’t saying his opinion was wrong…okay, maybe a little, but there was no way that a person with tastebuds would readily prefer toast and a poptart to things like eggs benedict, or homemade pancakes, or even just a standard eggs & bacon breakfast. his words now had her pausing in her movements, brows raising before a cant found her head. she wasn’t sure what was more audacious- the fact that he was trying to take making breakfast away from her, or the fact that he didn’t seem to be suggesting but rather…telling. her tongue swiped softly over her lower lip on a disbelieving smile before she went right back to cracking eggs into a hot skillet, opting to fry a few in case nyx or ryder wanted those rather than the eggs benedict. “i was already making breakfast before you showed up.” she started, a hint of playfulness in her eyes that kept her tone lighthearted and she wanted it to be, not starting a fight with ryder but she would stand her ground too. “plus…this is nyx’s cabin. we are both guests here.” she added, her chin sticking out a little higher. “annnnnnd, i was showing you how to make eggs benedict. if you are worried about the bacon being done first, why are you trying to get me to sit down?” she asked, raising a brow at him but her smile spread on her lips, moving now to add cheese to the potatoes, letting it melt. “if we’re both here cooking, we’ll be done faster. plus…” she paused, pointedly reaching for a piece now to bite into, finding one of the crispy strips to crunch as the smoke and the salt melted on her tongue. “call it an appetizer.” she grinned pointedly then and moved for a large, deep skillet, hitting the sink to fill it with some water before she moved it to the stove. “for your poached eggs. i would do two for each of us?” she suggested before searching for a bowl, wanting to start on the hollandaise.
hearing how nyx liked her bacon, ryder was nodding his head at those words, smiling feeling the hand on his back, and he was wrapping an arm around her bringing her in close, lips pressing to her curls once ore, and breathing her in deeply. each one of them smelled so differently, their scents were so much different, and he knew why, but you could also get a hint of them both in one another, and it just brought a smile to his face just breathing in marley, being in her presence. he was chuckling at her words, on how it wasn’t breakfast, shaking his head, as he feels her hand dropping from his back, and he was letting his slide to let her move the way that she needed to.”no. but it is my breakfast.” he tells her, before he was frowning softly.”i don’t enjoy the english breakfasts. i never enjoyed england to be quite honest with you. i haven’t had it in awhile, but i think my favorite breakfast would be biscuits and gravy, with a fried egg, and a sausage.” he tells her, honesty in his hue. the last time he had that kind of breakfast was when they were living in colorado, but of course they followed his father to england, and ryder hated it. he was smiling hearing her words, knowing them to be true, and he kept listening to her, while he continued to check on the bacon. though cinnamon hue went to blue, but he was pausing his steps, feeling his molecules trying to heal the broken rib nyx had given him. he didn’t want it healing,and he was quiet for a moment to heal it, before he was looking to marley once more.”sorry. trying to stop my molecules from healing.” he tells her, before he was shaking his head softly at her.”and you’re right, i’m wrong, but you’re also wrong.” he points out, before he was moving the pan of bacon off the stove, as he moved to wrap his arms around marley, resting his cheek against hers, his chin on her shoulder.”you’re right on the account that i’m a guest here, but you’re wrong on the account that you’re one, and that’s where i’m wrong too. because you’re not a guest here. you both are married. what’s hers is yours. you share a bank account, therefore, you get the dog, the bedroom, the truck. you get everything that comes with nyx.” he tells her, softly, lips pressing to her cheek as he keeps his arms around her.”and i have a habit of trying to be a gentleman, so that’s on me.” he whispers to her, his lips brushing against her cheek.”rather just watch you cook, and i’ll grab the things that you need. and yeah, two eggs sound perfect.” he murmurs, before he was moving, to grab the bowl she was looking for, from the top cupboard, smiling as he places it on the counter in front of her, keeping his arms around her though, unless she needed to move, but they were holding her hostage. he moved an arm from marley, just to press the button on the keurig before wrapping his arm back around marley, and kissing her cheek and then her shoulder, breathing her in once more.
