George woke up to the smell of pancakes and bacon.

In the kitchen/dining room, music was coming out of Rachel's phone on the counter. George recognized the bloke's voice from that boyband Paul was fawning over. He didn't really remember his name but he was sure it started with a Z.

She was singing along, swaying her hips to the beat. Rachel sounded so good, even if she couldn't perfectly hit the high notes.

He crept up silently behind her and clasped his hands over her eyes.

"Who's this?" Rachel asked, feigning confusion.

"Someone who loves you," George whispered in her ear, kissing her nape.

She giggled. "Star Wars reference? That's a nice way of saying good morning," Rachel kissed his cheek before going back to serving the slightly charred pancake along with the others.

"Smells good, angel." George complimented, wrapping his arms around her petite waist.

"I made them extra special for you, daddy." She smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Also you have a big-ass appetite so I had to cook more than usual."

He grinned. "You know me so well, Rachie." George sneaked a piece, popping it in his mouth.

Rachel looked at him, eyes on him. "Well? How does it taste, Geo?"

"Delicious," He groaned out, licking his fingers. Rachel's cheeks turned red, remembering the night before as she watched his tongue dart out to lick his fingers. "Rach?"

"H-Huh?" She stumbled out, avoiding his gaze. "Could you repeat that?"

He chuckled. "A penny for your thoughts, my love?"

"N-Nothing just... I'm hungry." She said, fidgeting with George's shirt. "Yeah, I'm hungry."

He kissed her cheek. "Me too, princess."

Rachel blushed again. George's words had double meaning.

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Rachel spent the whole morning in George's band shirt and her thin, cotton shorts. His shirt wore on her like a dress, swaying above her knees and in the middle of her thighs. Sometimes, George would get a glimpse of her white shorts.

She was driving him crazy.

Her nicely-shaped, smooth legs and her thighs, oh. George could spend all day looking at them. And the way his shirt would slide slightly down her shoulder, showing off the strap of her bra wasn't helping either.

To take his mind off Rachel's beautiful body, he suggested a cheesy flick movie marathon. It was just a day after Valentine's, anyways.

George rested his head on Rachel's thighs, loving the feeling of her fingers running through his hair, mindful of the tangles that made his morning hair. It was relaxing, the way the pads of her fingers felt across his scalp and brush against his hair.

He also had a feeling Rachel liked playing with his hair, too.

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it's short but sweet i enjoyed writing this fluffy part ^~^