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Grian woke up intertwined in a tangled mess of limbs, wings and tails. His eyes fluttered awake, a small yawn escaped his lips.
Strong arms wrapped around his back, Impulse was snuggled up to his neck. Tail wrapped around his right leg, he was very much trapped. And Grian wouldn't have it any other way.
Grian slowly let his eyes adjust to the dim lighting in the room. It seemed like Impulse turned off all the lights before sleeping. Good, that means he slept earlier than when he normally would.
It was warm and comfortable. He almost didn't want to get up but he also knew he wouldn't be able to wake up again if he stayed.
Still a bit drowsy he glanced outside their windows. There was barely a crack between the curtains but it was enough to see the beginnings of a sunrise that began to peek over the glorious mountaintops of Boatem. He let out a contented sigh, his fingers intertwined with Impulse's.
It was a good way to start his day.
Grian craned his neck to peek over his bedmate. Impulse was very much asleep, hair sticking out everywhere, eyelids fluttering every few seconds or so. A shade of morning stubble on his chin. Grian resisted the urge to feel the texture. It was honestly very cute, but then again everything about his boyfriend was very cute.
He took his time staring at Impulse. A goofy grin bloomed across his face. In moments like this, sometimes, Grian couldn't believe his luck. He let out a bit of a happy hum.
He really should start untangling himself from Impulse. He really should.
Grian began lifting his arms away from Impulse. He slowly pushed an excess pillow away from his body. Every movement was careful, so as to not wake up Impulse.
The hardest one to remove was Impulse's tail. It usually had a life of its own, much like Grian's own wings.
A slight movement here, a bit of a push there. A creak in the bed. He was almost out. Away from his prison of warmth and–
"Stay," a breathy voice whispered to his ear, making him shiver. It was deep, earthy, and very much uncaffeinated.
Grian licked his chapped lips, whispering, "I need to start the day."
"Why'd you have to be so early?" Impulse grumbled.
Grian laughed, "Who would make your coffee then?"
"Fine, I'll let you go just this once." He said dramatically, all the while rolling his back away from Grian.
"You always say that," Grian said, sitting up to the side of the bed. Their bed.
"Do I?"
Grian let an absentminded hum in agreement. Too preoccupied looking for his extra comfy morning shoes.
He was about to stand when he was suddenly tugged back to bed. "Impulse, have you seen my, ack–" he couldn't help but let out a surprised trill.
"Where's my morning kiss?"
"Right" Grian answered, hand already carding through Impulse's hair.
He gave Impulse a dramatic kiss on his cheeks. Smacking his lips firmly to make a sound. Grian giggled.
"You're always so warm," he said as he pushed himself away from Impulse's grip.
"And you are way too cheery– I mean cheerful, ugh brain not working this early. Now, tuck me in please and do not wake me up until the sun is gone." Impulse said, his eyes already closed.
"Of course your royal sleepiness."
After he tucked in Impulse Grian went to their kitchen and began his preparation for the day. He stretched his wings a bit to wake it up. He wore his comfy sweater, the air is always so cold this early.
Mornings are one of his favourites. It was always so peaceful. He could get a lot of things done and have enough time for mischief. There was always something soothing about his routine.
Before going to his chicken coop he grabbed some seeds to feed the chicken. Then he collected as many of the eggs as he could. He liked talking to the chickens while he did so. He also made sure to feed all his animals.
Before the water even boiled he goes and opened up his shop. The G-train was massive but with his wings, he went through it like a breeze.
He then goes back to his house. Just enough time was spent outside for the water to boil. He then grinds enough coffee beans to make Impulse's coffee.
He prefers tea over the black bitter bean but he knew it was important that Impulse drink his coffee. That's if he ever wants Impulse to wake up properly.
He starts up the stove and cooks a good old English breakfast. The smell of coffee wafting through the air. The sizzling of the pork chops and eggs. He then toasted some loaf slices from yesterday's bread.
Breakfast was almost done. Time to wake Impulse up.
"Love, it's time to wake up." He shook Impulse as gently as he could.
Impulse's tail flicked up to meet his hands. "But you just left, please tell me it's only been 5 minutes," Impulse all but begged.
Grian couldn't help but laugh, "It's been roughly an hour and a half, silly."
Impulse took the nearest pillow beside him before putting it on his face. "Ugh, few more minutes." He said, muffled.
"Should I remind you we have a Boatem meeting today, Mr-Head-of-Industry."
"Ugh, who calls a meeting this early? Do we have to attend? I mean Mumbo miss a lot of meetings and he's the CEO, well he use to be anyway."
"But you're the one who called for the meeting?" Grian asked confused.
"Right."
A moment passed, another, and another. It seemed like nobody wanted to be the one to ruin their little moment. Grian sighed, "The food is going to go cold you know."
"Fine." Impulse said but not before he pulled Grian back to the bed, again. Grian let out another surprised squawk. Wings fluffing a bit.
Grian turned to Impulse with an annoyed grin on his face. Impulse had a mischievous one. He looked ready to kiss Grian, in the mouth.
Grian wagged his index finger in front of Impulse, "Ah, ah, ah. You know the rules. No mouth kisses until after breakfast."
Impulse sighed, kissing the top of Grian's head, "I guess I have to wake up then. You're cold."
Grian giggled once more, warmth flushed across his face, "If it's any consolation I made you coffee."
"You always make me coffee," Impulse grumbled, "Is it the good ones?"
"No. I made the special ones."
"Really?"
"Uhuh"
Impulse cupped Grian's face, "What did I do to deserve you?"
Grian bopped his nose against Impulse's, "Oh, nothing really." He smirked mischievously. "It's more about the fact that you're hot."
"Ah, you only wanted me for my body. I get it now."
"Yep, there's no other reason. Definitely not because you're so kind and gentle and such a hard worker. Definitely not those. I mean who would want to find such qualities in a partner."
They held a small staring contest before Grian cracked up and snorted.
Impulse kissed him again impulsively. "You are a menace. Have I told you I love you?"
"Nope." Was his quick response.
Impulse raised an eyebrow.
Grian pulled him closer and said cheekily, "Not today you didn't."
Impulse pulled their forehead together, "I love you."
Grian closed his eyes, "And I, with you."
They were content to just breathe in each other. Warmth began to bubble up from within Grian's chest. He was once more reminded of why these moments were the best.
There was contentment to the fact that together they were whole. Man, he was so sappy.
After a minute or two Grian finally opened his eyes. Impulse then tried to get up, pushing Grian as he did so.
Grian flapped his wings in indignation, "Rude. You pull me back to bed and this is what you do next?"
Impulse grumpily replied while stretching out his wings, "You woke me up, it's too early for this."
"Someone's not getting their coffee."
"What!"
Grian just smiled.
"I'm going back to bed," Impulse said, flopping back to the bed.
"Just kidding. Wanna head down for breakfast?"
Impulse let out a long-suffering sigh, "I'll be right there, you know how much I hate messy bed sheets."
"Hurry up, the food is not getting any warmer. I know you love your coffee hot."
Grian went on ahead of Impulse. He sets the table up. Two plates, a cup of coffee for Impulse and a mug of tea for him.
Impulse came down to the breakfast nook, whistling a happy tune, "~Can I have my dose of caffeine please?"
"Of course, I want my redstone man to be caffeinated," Grian said while handing the cup.
It was a peaceful breakfast. Just the two of them.
After the food, they went on to continue their morning routine. There were some slight deviations of course. Since they were going to a Boatem meeting.
Impulse had to redo his bowtie twice before giving up and recruiting Grian's help. Impulse then had to brush Grian's wings in places where he couldn't reach. All in all, it was very domestic.
"Shall we go to the meeting room then?"
Impulse opens the door going out of their home saying, "After you good sir." All the while tipping his hat.