y'all already know this was a huuuge inspiration for Morning People. how am i supposed to want to eat what he’s making when he already looks like such a snack?💓💓
read morning people here:
this is truly just disgustingly pure wholesome rocky fluff i wrote on a whim of softness. no warnings except cozy breakfast in beds and cuddling, and some swearing. enjoy!
I have never been a morning person. If you try to pry me from my cozy den of duvet and warmth before 8am, you will be met with a distinct hostility that will last until you can make it up to me later.
I keep all of my productivity stored away until past 5pm, and continuously ruin my sleep schedule every night browsing the internet until the wee hours of dawn.
My boyfriend Rocky isn’t quite as extreme as me when it comes to mornings, though he’s definitely a night owl. He can be up and awake much quicker and happier than I, but we reserve most of our affections and special moments together for the nighttime, when we’re most alert.
Rocky has just arrived home from another country, at an event he had to attend, and he’s jetlagged as all hell, as he always is when he comes back from a tour or any other thing he’s tending to overseas. He fell into bed early tonight with me, and I awoke to a clattering in the kitchen. I look to my side and see that he’s not in our bed next to me. The clock reads 5:30am. I groan quietly and pull on a pair of my sweatpants that were discarded on the floor from the night before, then make my way to the kitchen quietly.
I stop and lean in the doorway staring at my boyfriend, in his Calvin Klein boxers and a flannel, making French toast and eggs, and seemingly a pot of coffee. He’s lost in thought as I stare at him, and my heart melts in domestic bliss.
However, it’s much too early for such a hearty breakfast for either of us. I clear my throat. he jumps and eyes me, messy hair, sports bra, sweatpants and all. “Oh shit, baby, you scared me.” He chuckles turning his attention back to the piece of toast he’s frying in front of him.
I make my way to him giggling, stand behind him and wrap my arms slowly around his waist.
“Sorry,” I mumble also staring at his handiwork before us. After a couple seconds of silence, I ask him, “so... whatcha doing?” “making breakfast for us, I figured I’d surprise you, but you got me first.” He laughs quietly. “that’s great and all but bear, it’s 5:30 in the morning. We can’t eat yet. you have to get your sleep back on track.” “I know, but baby… I'm wide awake… and hungry..” He whines and flips a new piece of toast into the pan. “Just this once?” He begs. I look up at him. He knows I would do anything for him, but his wide hazel eyes and messy hair and dimples were enough to make anyone give in.
I release him from my grip and say, “okay. You finish up the food, set it up on a tray, and I’ll set up a rom-com on Netflix in our room, and we’ll have breakfast in bed.” “Mm sounds good. I love you.” He replies leaning towards me. I peck his mouth softly and start to walk out, “Love you too. Hop to it!” I say patting his bum and making my way from the kitchen.
By the time I’ve got everything set up and ready in bed, (including laying down a protective old blanket on top of our duvet in case of spillage) Rocky makes his way into our room. “Hey sunshine,” he says placing the tray stocked with the French toast, scrambled eggs, and two hot mugs of coffee slowly in between our spots on the bed, and carefully snuggles in beside me.
We eat in a comfy silence, besides laughing and cringing at the cheesy movie on the tv. When we finish I put the tray down on the floor beside the bed and I reach to him, wanting cuddles. He eagerly grabs at me and I’m pulled into his chest, and our eyes lie on the tv as we rest, and I take in his soothing heartbeat.
I shuffle my legs to be intertwined with his, and my hands holding either side of him slowly move to push myself up. I take in his sleepy face, and he looks up at me through his long lashes. “What is it?” He asks, moving his hand to rub my lower back.
I say nothing and lean in to kiss him, our lips colliding softly despite the musty morning breath and coffee flavors settled in our mouths. the kiss continues slowly, and his hands rest on my hips as we make out sweetly.
I entwine my hands in his hair, relishing in the feelings of our lips connecting and pulling apart again, and the warmth spreading through my body, and the little hums of contentment and pleasure shared between us. We finally pulled away but manage to cuddle even closer, resuming watching the tv.
Occasionally we leave kisses on each other’s cheeks or necks or collarbones, and mumble “i love you” and other sweet nothings to the other, lost in each other as the sun rises behind our curtains in the room.
As I’m settled in wrapped up safe in Rocky’s arms, I realize that sometimes, mornings aren’t so bad after all.
this is the first piece I’ve written in a while so please take it easy on me! my prompts are open and I’m all ears for suggestions so ask away:)
