He’s never been one to care for a day only made to generate wealth for corporations. Lelouch could have given her anything. But, for this moment, he was giving her something more personal. Himself. An apron over his white top and jeans. Clearly not helping as the man who—

the earth itself, combatted morning breakfast once more. Skills from his time taking care of Nunnally. . .Albeit off from that of the par of their maids. Caribbean air flowing through open windows. Carrying the aroma to his sleeping wife. @CodedWitch

@ToControlMen His emerald treasure slumbers in the plush luxury of their tropical nest, lulled into deep peaceful dreams by the scent of oceanic breeze and the aroma of her worldly king on the sheets. The scent of food interrupts her dreams, however, coaxing her into joining him in their —

@ToControlMen reality. “Nn…” She stirs gently, a soft noise as she returns to consciousness. She drowsily reaches out to the other side of the bed to discover it vacant. He’s already awake. Immediately her mind makes the connection between his absence and the delicious aroma. CC rouses —

@ToControlMen herself from the comfortable nest of pillows and blankets, the thick comforter falling from her naked torso to her lap. She stretches her arms above her head to loosen her shoulders and elbows, letting out strained groans. Bleary eyes of gold open, glowing in the refraction —

@ToControlMen of the Caribbean morning. From her spot on the bed she can look out the opened patio to the endless ocean beyond the beach, nothing but waves heard as they lap at the shore. She smiles as she stills for a moment, basking in the peace that eluded her for centuries. Refreshed —

@ToControlMen and awakened, the naked woman vacates her side of the bed and leaves their bedroom, presenting herself at the kitchen door. “I see someone couldn’t sleep in this morning~” Her eyes immediately fall upon him, giving him a lazy look up and down his slender body.

@CodedWitch “Almost done. Just need. . .” The voice of his goddess cutting off any future thought. Head swiveling towards the newly awaken woman. Emerald beauty shining even after just coming from slumber. Lelouch, or L.L. as he goes by to signify their union in marriage, couldn’t look—

@CodedWitch away. Even if he felt a hint of embarrassment in the apron. An emotion uncommon for him, but not one he was immune to. The kitchen slightly messier than he would prefer. Evident of a modest chef. Spills. Unclean dishes. Items scattered along the countertop. Nothing that—

@CodedWitch screamed disaster. Particularly if the smell was anything to go by. Eyes finally breaking away with a low chuckle. Reducing the heat on the stove to low before wiping his hands with his towel. “I should have known I wouldn’t be able to do this without alerting you. Have you—

@CodedWitch ever considered being considerate to those trying to surprise you~?” Teasing words in a loving tone only she could receive. Apron lifted and removed. Laying against the countertop as he approached. Slender arm raising to comb through her emerald hair. Stopping to pass through.—

@CodedWitch Caressing her gentle cheek to prelude his lean down. Warm, loving kiss from her husband. Scent of cinnamon, seasoning, and fruits clear. “Good morning, my love. I take it you slept well?“