Snow was falling outside the bedroom window, creating a world of pure and pristine white. Everything seemed much brighter, even the winter sunlight streaming in through the panes of glass had a clarity rarely ever seen in such an urban world. Today was considered an important day by the masses - or a highly depressing day depending on how one saw it.
Valentine's Day.
Before, it was something he believed that he had to celebrate because that was desired of him. Being the boyfriend - and then the husband - meant he was to do something romantic on this very day of the year every year. But this year was different. This year on this very day meant something more than merely the idiotic masses celebrating 'the day of love'.
Rolling over to face the slumbering body that lay in the blankets beside him, Al reached an arm up through the blankets to bring fingers to touch that smooth chin, the chill air hitting his warm hands, almost making him want to return his hand back into the warmth within the blankets. He certainly didn't want to disentangle himself entirely from the bed.
It was rare that he had chance to do this, since usually it was he who remained sleeping while the other awoke to prepare breakfast and whatnot on their days off. It was nice to wake to the scent of pancakes in the air, but since today was special David of course deserved a morning off from making breakfast.
But maybe later...
Leaning up, lips brushed the pair belonging to the sleeping man. Whispering a "Happy birthday" against them, he was just about to pull back when he felt the other set of lips curl into a smile and then return the kiss.
"Happy Valentine's Day," came the sleepy rumble of a reply.
"i think the birthday part is much more important," Star replied with a soft chuckle, snuggling up against the other body as he felt arms pulling him closer. "What do you want for breakfast?"
"I was going to make us one of those traditional 'English' breakfasts."
"You're not making breakfast," Al insisted. "It's your birthday - therefore breakfast should be made for you."
"Then you're not getting out of bed," David replied, instantly moving from his spot to hovering over Al, pinning the man down (carefully) beneath him. "I like making breakfast for you, whether its my birthday or not."
Al frowned up at him. "But you don't have to..."
Smiling, David leaned down and kissed him. "That's all the more reason for me to do it. I don't have to, but I will, because I like making you breakfast. If you want, I'll let you make the eggs."
"I'm not five. Whereas you, are now thirty seven."
Musing on the revelation, David let his thinking face melt back to a boyish grin. "Aged like a fine red wine," he purred down, stealing another kiss. And then another.
Al's arms reached up through the warm blankets to loop around David's neck, keeping him close while the two searched one another's mouths with lips and tongues, each fighting for a dominance over the kiss. It was Star who gave in first with a moan rumbling in his throat, one hand sliding fingers into David's sleep mussed brown hair to tug lightly at the strands.
Neither of them decided who was going to make breakfast, and by the time they untangled themselves from the sheets, it was lunchtime, which David cooked, since he gave a very persuasive argument. Hearing Alastar moan out "Yes, you can cook!" was quite thrilling.
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