TW: Fluff smothered in syrup.

Title: ~Waffles~

Clad in a T-shirt and sleep pants, Zoeya floated sleepily into the room that she now shared with Rythian. She was just about to crawl into bed when faint snores caught her attention. Glancing over, the mushmancer saw the master mage lying on top of the sheets, looking…cold.

Poor dear, she thought. He must have been so tired, he just got changed and fell asleep. Suddenly, she lifted up the sleeping man, using her Philosepher’s Stone.  Then, pulling back the covers, she lowered him gently on to the bed and pulled up the covers.

"Zoeya? What’r y…" A finger on the lips silenced him. He opened his mouth to retort, but was over taken by exhaustion. The redhead giggled, planting her soft lips on his forehead. A small smile appeared on his scarred lips, and Zoeya gently traced her finger over a few before she yawned and glanced over at the magic clock on the wall.

2:00 am

Her eyes widened slightly. I need to get to bed, she thought, and flew back over to her side. As soon as mushmancer’s head hit the pillow, she was out.

.~'~.~'

Zoeya awoke to soft snores. Her head was resting on the mage’s chest, and she could hear his heartbeat. The redhead lay there for a minute, relishing in the warmth. Then she tried to get up, but was stopped by Rythian’s arm around he waist. The mushmancer tried to move it, but was only pulled closer. A blush rose up on her cheeks.

"Sleep."

"Let me up."

"Sleeeeeeeeeep."

"Rythian, let me up!"

“Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeep.”

"Is that all you can say? Let me go!"

"Shhhhhhh. Sleep."

"No, now l……." Teh woman trailed off.

 Rythian muttered something in another language. Zoeya felt her eyelids growing heavy.

"Sleep."

.~'~.~'

The woman awoke much later, wrapped in the other’s arms. She was able to slip out of his arms this time, and glanced over at the clock once she was free.

9:00 pm

Her eyes drifted away from the time, and on to the sleeping magician before her. His hair was messy and tangled, and the sheets were tangled around his legs. She blushed at the sight of him without a shirt. Zoeya then turned and headed for the kitchen.

.~'~.~'

Rythian’s eyes fluttered open. He rolled over to see that his favorite redhead was missing. Suddenly, the man heard boots clomping down the hallway. The door was thrown open to reveal the mushmancer with a tray full of food. Setting the tray down on the bed, she conjured a tray with legs and placed it on the bed, then the food tray on top of it.

"Breakfast in bed! Do you like it?"

"Zoey, you do realize that we don’t need to eat, right?"

"Look, mister, I spent half an hour on this breakfast, lunch, dinner, and you and I are going to enjoy it, okay?"

"But w-" He was cut short by Zoeya stuffing a fork full of fluffy, syrupy waffles in his mouth. 

"Okay?" He nodded and she smiled. Rythian took the fork from the redhead’s hand.

They spent a lovely night together, laughing, eating and enjoying each other’s company.