#HEHEHE FRENCHIE MY LOVE THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST <33333

[zozo-01]

Oh a fic request to celebrate your 200 eh??

Perhaps some domestic James fluff?

(I just want a *boundary-respecting*, silver-tongued telepath to make me coffee and a Belgian waffle okay?)

Pretty pweeeeeez

Ohohoooo, some fluffy James for my favourite composer??? Hell yea!!! One domestic James fic coming right up!!!

"mind over matter (but breakfast first)."

"Beloved, I need you to get up. You need to eat something before leaving for work."

Technically, they didn't need to get up right now. Work doesn't start til nine in the morning, and it was only six. But they didn't know when the next time they'd enjoy his morning presence. So instead of dragging James down with them for cuddles, they begrudgingly started to wake up.

Rubbing their eyes, Beloved spoke, sleep still evident in their voice. "I'm up, I'm up, no need to yell this early in the morning." They removed the blanket on them, shivering when the cold air hit them. Immediately they grabbed James' discarded clothing, hoping to provide some form of protection against the elements. It had, like always.

He chuckled, watching his pouting partner struggle to wake their mind up from their peaceful sleep. "I was not yelling, my dear. You're just not awake yet."

They groaned as they got up, only to flop into James' chest. "I am plenty awake... So fucking awake..." Their voice trailed off as the teetered the line of their consciousness.

He pushed their hair back and kissed their forehead. He picked them up, legs wrapping around his waist and head resting in his shoulder, and made his way to the living room. He was soaking up the warmth of their body, savouring and committing the feeling to memory knowing it won't last for longer.

Carefully, he sat his lover onto the stool by the kitchen island, holding them upright so he may wake them up again. It was easier this time, having already disrupted their sleep.

They shook their head and opened their eyes once more. The smell of pancakes had woken them up completely, their stomach grumbling at the delicious smell. "You dastardly villain. Using the scent of delicious pancakes to lure me from my sleep." They jabbed their finger into his chest. "You sicken me," they said with no real heat behind their words.

"Oh I know, beloved. But I need you fed before you go to work, lest you come hungry and miserable," he teased, taking their hand on his chest and kissing it. He let go of their hand and prepared a plate for his lover. He knows he won't be home to comfort them after a bad day, so the least he can do is give them a good morning.

Beloved rolled their eyes and took their plate. "What's got you sappy this morning? Sounds like you have another late-"

James kissed their forehead to stop that line of thought. "Don't you worry about that, beloved. Just eat and get ready."

They sighed, frustrated that the department would once again prevent their partner from being home. If only they would stop overworking James to fucking brink so that he can rest at their goddamn place-

James placed a gentle kiss on their cheek. "I love you, beloved, and I'm sorry."

"Never apologize, it's never your fault."

So the couple spent the rest of their limited time together that day, laughing, having fun, creating soft and loving memories that they can look back on when they're far apart from each other.