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When Marcille wakes, she has no idea where she is but the room smells amazing. She blinks a few times, attempting to get her eyes to adjust to the mid-morning light. The first thing she spots is a book laying haphazardly on the desk near the bedside table.
Monster Manual.
Oh. Her dress is on the floor, along with her underwear. Hmm. Marcille sits up and swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She's only a little hung over, she decides. It only takes her a moment to find her feet before she's slipping her clothes back on.
She tilts her head back and sniffs one more time. Blueberry? Cinnamon? And then the memory hits her. The drink is mediocre but good enough to finish. The bar isn't their usual one but the music was good. She is sitting in a booth with Falin, Laios, and Namari. Somehow, the topic of sex comes up. (It always does when Namari is around and the Toudens have no shame, even with each other.)
"All I want is for one guy to just make me breakfast." She had said with a huff. "They're always so quick to leave the next morning." Another drink of her mid drink and she continues, "Like am I so bad in bed that you can't even stay for a bit the next morning and chat? Or have breakfast with me? I get that it's a one time thing but.." Marcille shrugs as she trails off.
When she enters the kitchen, Laios is shirtless which is almost as enticing as the smell in the room. He turns and gives her a lop-sided grin. It reminds her of a dog, very cute. He gestures to the oven, "I've never made them before but I hope they come out good." The kitchen is a mess, he has clearly been hard at work. His phone is covered in flour where it's propped up, probably so he can read the recipe.
"What did you make?" He had said he'd make her breakfast last night, after her rant. At first she thought he was joking. Then, when they were leaving, he offered. His face was so red and he was so sweet about it. How could she refuse?
"Blueberry cinnamon rolls, right? That's what you wanted?" His face is red again.
He had asked her while he had her pinned against his wall, between kisses. It had taken her all the way to his bed to be parted from him long enough to tell him. And when he hooked his thumbs into her panties, she made sure to remind him, "With maple icing!"
The icing was sitting on the counter, bottle of maple syrup next to it. She leans forward with a hum, watching Laios attempt to clean up the mess he's made. "I think we have enough time." There's a bit of a shake to her voice as she says it but Laios has a new mess he needs to clean up.
He turns to look at her, bewildered, as she holds up her panties.
"Oh."
He turns back to look at the oven then back at her with a grin.