11: Grope your bum [[how ‘bout the happy version of the gay policemen AU for this one? XD]]
Niko groaned as the unbelievably thick, burnt stench sprinkled with the sound of sizzling bacon hit his nose, and his face contorted into a horrified grimace. He blindly tapped the other side of the bed, and feeling the cold sheets, he let out a heavy sigh- his worst nightmare had apparently come true. His lover was, indeed, cooking.
The redhead clumsily kicked the covers off, and just as he was, half naked and barefoot with the stretched out and faded once-blue pajama pants sagging from his hips, stood up and stretched. There was no reason to hurry, after all. In a comfortable pace, he dragged himself out to the kitchen, and a smile slid onto his face.
"Good morning" he yawned, and shuffled up behind the blond man, currently struggling to chop onions (which seemed kind of strange, considering that the mostly grey, once yellow concoction -scrambled eggs?then why does it smell like bacon?- in the pan no longer resembled anything edible), nuzzling his neck and planting a small kiss under his ear, one of his hands immediately sliding around the blond’s waist while the other rested comfortably on his backside, so adorably curving under the bow created by the apron’s straps. "Dare I ask what’s cooking?" he joked quietly.
