《The Kings Human Queen》9. Biscuits & Gravy
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Alex fell asleep not long into the show she was watching. I honestly wasn't paying attention to the tv I was just excited that she was voluntarily letting me sit with her. After she fell asleep I moved her snacks to the bedside table and tucked her in. Ready to get a good nights sleep for the first time since I could remember.
But, that went out the window with the first kick. My little mate apparently is a restless sleeper. I dodged arms to my face and kicks to my lower half as she tossed, turned and rooted around the whole bed. At one point she was even upside down. I was pushed to the very edge of the king sized bed that can comfortably fit 5 full grown werewolves.
Around 2am she finally settled down in I guess what was the most comfortable position. For her. Her arms were wrapped around my neck, her breath was blowing on my temple, one leg was straight while the other was hiked up on my upper torso.
My wolf purred at our mate clinging to us and I'll admit it wasn't that bad, I rather enjoyed having her in my arms. I just would have liked to have a bit more space in the bed as one of my legs was on the floor keeping both of us from falling.
I'm not sure when, but I did manage to fall asleep a little uncomfortable but it was peaceful to have her in my arms.
I woke up when I felt her stir. I pretended to be asleep, as I didn't want her to feel weird about gravitating to me while she slept.
I woke up after the best sleep I've ever had. I smiled as I started to stretch then felt my pillow breath. My eyes shot open and all I saw was the side of a man's head. I leaned back and noticed how cute Xavier looked sleeping.
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I couldn't help my self and I cupped his cheek. Running my thumb over his lips. Just thinking of the kiss I gave him and how my lips tingled to feel that again.
Before I realized what I was doing my lips lightly brushed over his. His eyes snapped open and he closed the distance crushing his lips to mine.
He rolled us over so that he was above me with my knees on either side of him.
My hips started to move against him without my permission. He groaned and my hands started to roam on his upper torso.
He pulled back to look at me with a smirk.
"I'd love to wake up like that for the rest of my life." He said
Instantly the fog cleared and I pushed my away getting up as he chucked at me and I was trying to hide my reddening cheeks.
After visiting the restroom I came back out and he was still in bed.
"What time is breakfast?" I asked
"About 8am normally. It's only 6 so come back to bed." He said
"No, normally I'm up by 5am and working on chores. I slept in apparently." I said looking at the clock.
"Come on, get up. I'm hungry now." I said going in the closet to change.
After putting on blue jeans and a t-shirt I came back out to see he hadn't moved. I took a pillow and smacked him with it.
"Up, your burning daylight." I mumbled.
"The cooks won't start making breakfast until 7am." He complained.
"I said Up. I don't need a cook. Take me to the kitchen I'll make my own." I said putting my hair into a pony tail and putting on the house slipper boots.
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He reluctantly got up and I followed him to the kitchen. I checked to see what I could make and score! They had what I needed to make my favorite breakfast.
I watched her move around the kitchen and enjoyed watching her do something she clearly liked doing.
Buy the end of it I watched her put a grey liquid on what looked like scones. I had seen the American Alpha's I have visited eat this but in all my years I never had a urge to try it until now.
"Here ya go." She said setting my plate in front of me.
"What is this?" I asked
"Scrambled eggs, bacon, biscuits and gravy." She said looking at me like I had 3 heads.
I eyed it before manning up and trying it. "That's really good." I said with a mouth full.
"Thanks, Momma taught me." She said then her smile faded.
She shook her head and started eating.
"So you get up at 5am, every day?" I asked
"Yup, up at 5, feed and water the animals, milk the cows, collect the eggs. Then Mom and I make breakfast, then off to school." She said shrugging.
"Well unless there is an emergency I don't get up til 7am." I said hoping she got the hint to sleep in tomorrow.
"Well I hate that for you doll." She said smirking at me. "You could always let me go home, then you can go back to your regularly scheduled programming." She said giving me a side glance.
I knew what she was doing. She thought she could wear me down. Well she doesn't know me.
"I guess getting up a bit earlier couldn't hurt, I mean if your offering to be my private chef that is." I said
She grumbled glaring at me but didn't say anything. 1 point me.
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