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Butter Bun

Butter Bun

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It was half past 6, yup! too early. I could hear her trying to open the curtains with half my eyes open I held the edge of her saree, mumbling Nooo.

Maybe she thought I could have a few more minutes of sleep, she sat next to me as I moved a bit to the left, unwrapping the towel on her head letting her hair free she grabbed the coffee I laid there in silence as she kept enjoying her morning coffee completely ignoring my existence.

I’d be craving for attention, wouldn’t I? I slid my hand through reaching the back of her waist tickling my fingers nice and slow, before I could get a hold, I got slapped a gentle one on the shoulder of course, she can’t say behaaave! So, the slap yeah! she’s a bit bossy at times.

The aroma of fresh skin and hair of your loved one hits better than ecstasy doesn’t it. I’d have wanted nothing more in life other than being right there next to her, her being my only thought. I was glad the cup can hold only so much coffee, she leaned over turned me around held my hands over head.

Though her grip wasn’t the greatest, I didn’t wanna move with every inch closer I could feel her breath and my heart racing a notch up, a gentle breeze caressed through the window sliding through the curtain brought along a ray of sun shine as she kissed my forehead leant back with a teasy chuckle slapping my cheek gently, she whispered wake up!

Yupp !! that’s how it felt the only place I ever wanted to breathe with her at home.
 
It was barely 6:30 — too early, even for the birds to bother chirping. But habits are habits, and light always calls me before the alarm does. I tried to pull the curtains open without waking him, but of course…..... he caught me... Did I expect he would? Maybe ... I did....

That half-sleep mumble of Nooo as he tugged at the edge of my saree — like a grumpy little boy who didn’t want to let go of his blanket. I smiled.

He’d earned a few more minutes, maybe..... Sat next to him, unwrapped the towel around my head, letting my hair fall free — still damp, still smelling of the jasmine shampoo he pretends not to notice but always buries his nose into.

I picked up my coffee. Ah... First sip… bliss. Quiet. Peace. The kind that only early mornings and sleeping men offer ;)

I knew he was awake. I could feel his craving eyes from beneath his fake-sleep lids. I ignored him — on purpose, of course. Someone’s got to win the first battle of the day.

And then… there it was. That hand — slow, calculated, creeping behind my back with those fingers that never behave. A little tickle, a little tease. I didn’t even look. Just smacked his shoulder lightly, like swatting a fly that dared flirt with fire.

He deserved it. The man’s shameless before sunrise.

But honestly? I love that about him.

There’s something in that silence, in that quiet wrestling of limbs and laughter — his breath warming my shoulder, his heartbeat picking up when I lean just close enough to make him hope.

Turned him around. Caught his wrists in my hands and pinned them above his head. He could break free any second if he wanted to right? But he always lets me win these pretend battles..

His eyes wide awake.. That smug little smirk tucked beneath the sheets. I leaned closer, just enough to steal a breath but not give in. The sun played its cue, slipping through the curtain like it knew what came next.

A kiss. Not passionate. Not rushed. Just a soft one, right there on his forehead — because that’s where he melts the fastest.

I pulled back, teasing.... Slapped his cheek gently, the kind of slap that says you’re mine, but don’t push your luck, and whispered, “Wake up.”

That’s our morning.

Not perfect. Not poetic. But home — in the most beautiful, maddening, irreplaceable way.
 
Butter Bun said:
It was half past 6, yup! too early. I could hear her trying to open the curtains with half my eyes open I held the edge of her saree, mumbling Nooo.

Maybe she thought I could have a few more minutes of sleep, she sat next to me as I moved a bit to the left, unwrapping the towel on her head letting her hair free she grabbed the coffee I laid there in silence as she kept enjoying her morning coffee completely ignoring my existence.

I’d be craving for attention, wouldn’t I? I slid my hand through reaching the back of her waist tickling my fingers nice and slow, before I could get a hold, I got slapped a gentle one on the shoulder of course, she can’t say behaaave! So, the slap yeah! she’s a bit bossy at times.

The aroma of fresh skin and hair of your loved one hits better than ecstasy doesn’t it. I’d have wanted nothing more in life other than being right there next to her, her being my only thought. I was glad the cup can hold only so much coffee, she leaned over turned me around held my hands over head.

Though her grip wasn’t the greatest, I didn’t wanna move with every inch closer I could feel her breath and my heart racing a notch up, a gentle breeze caressed through the window sliding through the curtain brought along a ray of sun shine as she kissed my forehead leant back with a teasy chuckle slapping my cheek gently, she whispered wake up!

Yupp !! that’s how it felt the only place I ever wanted to breathe with her at home.
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Solara said:
It was barely 6:30 — too early, even for the birds to bother chirping. But habits are habits, and light always calls me before the alarm does. I tried to pull the curtains open without waking him, but of course…..... he caught me... Did I expect he would? Maybe ... I did....

That half-sleep mumble of Nooo as he tugged at the edge of my saree — like a grumpy little boy who didn’t want to let go of his blanket. I smiled.

He’d earned a few more minutes, maybe..... Sat next to him, unwrapped the towel around my head, letting my hair fall free — still damp, still smelling of the jasmine shampoo he pretends not to notice but always buries his nose into.

I picked up my coffee. Ah... First sip… bliss. Quiet. Peace. The kind that only early mornings and sleeping men offer ;)

I knew he was awake. I could feel his craving eyes from beneath his fake-sleep lids. I ignored him — on purpose, of course. Someone’s got to win the first battle of the day.

And then… there it was. That hand — slow, calculated, creeping behind my back with those fingers that never behave. A little tickle, a little tease. I didn’t even look. Just smacked his shoulder lightly, like swatting a fly that dared flirt with fire.

He deserved it. The man’s shameless before sunrise.

But honestly? I love that about him.

There’s something in that silence, in that quiet wrestling of limbs and laughter — his breath warming my shoulder, his heartbeat picking up when I lean just close enough to make him hope.

Turned him around. Caught his wrists in my hands and pinned them above his head. He could break free any second if he wanted to right? But he always lets me win these pretend battles..

His eyes wide awake.. That smug little smirk tucked beneath the sheets. I leaned closer, just enough to steal a breath but not give in. The sun played its cue, slipping through the curtain like it knew what came next.

A kiss. Not passionate. Not rushed. Just a soft one, right there on his forehead — because that’s where he melts the fastest.

I pulled back, teasing.... Slapped his cheek gently, the kind of slap that says you’re mine, but don’t push your luck, and whispered, “Wake up.”

That’s our morning.

Not perfect. Not poetic. But home — in the most beautiful, maddening, irreplaceable way.
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Awwwww!!I'm totally swooning!!! This is the perfect way to start the day with a dose of love and cuteness!❤❤
(**Giggling and wriggling my legs while imagining this... it's too adorable!!!)
 
Solara said:
It was barely 6:30 — too early, even for the birds to bother chirping. But habits are habits, and light always calls me before the alarm does. I tried to pull the curtains open without waking him, but of course…..... he caught me... Did I expect he would? Maybe ... I did....

That half-sleep mumble of Nooo as he tugged at the edge of my saree — like a grumpy little boy who didn’t want to let go of his blanket. I smiled.

He’d earned a few more minutes, maybe..... Sat next to him, unwrapped the towel around my head, letting my hair fall free — still damp, still smelling of the jasmine shampoo he pretends not to notice but always buries his nose into.

I picked up my coffee. Ah... First sip… bliss. Quiet. Peace. The kind that only early mornings and sleeping men offer ;)

I knew he was awake. I could feel his craving eyes from beneath his fake-sleep lids. I ignored him — on purpose, of course. Someone’s got to win the first battle of the day.

And then… there it was. That hand — slow, calculated, creeping behind my back with those fingers that never behave. A little tickle, a little tease. I didn’t even look. Just smacked his shoulder lightly, like swatting a fly that dared flirt with fire.

He deserved it. The man’s shameless before sunrise.

But honestly? I love that about him.

There’s something in that silence, in that quiet wrestling of limbs and laughter — his breath warming my shoulder, his heartbeat picking up when I lean just close enough to make him hope.

Turned him around. Caught his wrists in my hands and pinned them above his head. He could break free any second if he wanted to right? But he always lets me win these pretend battles..

His eyes wide awake.. That smug little smirk tucked beneath the sheets. I leaned closer, just enough to steal a breath but not give in. The sun played its cue, slipping through the curtain like it knew what came next.

A kiss. Not passionate. Not rushed. Just a soft one, right there on his forehead — because that’s where he melts the fastest.

I pulled back, teasing.... Slapped his cheek gently, the kind of slap that says you’re mine, but don’t push your luck, and whispered, “Wake up.”

That’s our morning.

Not perfect. Not poetic. But home — in the most beautiful, maddening, irreplaceable way.
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Gosh ! I'd loose a tonna battles for this. .. I would even loose a war, if it helps me win you


this tug and slap is gonna lead us to a breakfast !
 
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