You’re watching him. He’s been acting progressively more ridiculous all morning. You’re just trying to have your coffee and get your day started. You slept like crap last night and all you want is to just have a lazy day.
The fates have decreed otherwise. There are groceries to be purchased, bathrooms to be cleaned and laundry to be washed. Besides, you both have friends coming over tomorrow and you just really need to get moving.
He’s sitting there trying to get you to laugh. You’ve rolled your eyes at him and tried to ignore him but he just keeps amping it up. Now he’s eating that damned banana. And making … noises.
"You’re not going to stop until I give in, are you?"
"Nope. I love your smile. Give it to me or I’m going to find something else to make sweet sweet oral love to. Mmmm…there’s a jar of peanut butter in the cupboard…."
You bite your lip. The whole idea of him face first in the jar makes you crack. You know the way he attacks you when he goes down on you. You start to giggle, in spite of yourself, at the idea of him doing that to mashed peanuts.
"Fine. I give in, you asshole," you gasp as you laugh. "Just … stop. And help me get the house ready?"
"I thought you’d never ask."