You leaned over the stove, the omelette in the pan frying away nicely. The smell of pine and pepper intermingled with that of the eggs, with a strong pair of arms wrapping themselves around your middle. You heard a low, rumbling chuckle in your ear as warm lips pressed against your neck, soft blond hair tickling your bare skin, exposed by the oversized jumper you were wearing, one of his of course. “Good morning, sunshine.” Cloud murmured, turning you to face him.