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Breakfast in Bed (for Donna, backdated).

Who: Balthazar and Donna
When: Backdated to before the hellhound invasion.
Where: Donna's room.
What: Fluff and cuddles.
Warnings: Possibly sexy fluff and cuddles. /eyebrow waggle

He's hardly known as the most responsible of angels, but let it never be said Balthazar neglects his promises to have fun. Bright and early on the morning promised, he's up and in the kitchen, brewing coffee with cinnamon and throwing together a few pancakes. Donna claimed she didn't want much in the way of food, but he feels obliged. Maybe it's force of habit from tending his garden, before.

In any case, when he knocks on her door, he has a cup in one hand and a plate in the other, the latter stacked with pancakes in a puddle of blueberries and syrup. "Are you up yet, love?" He calls cheerfully, even though he could just as easily fly past the closed door.

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Donna won't admit it outright, but she's nervous. Flirting is the easy part, but now she has a gorgeous angel at her door with breakfast and that's kinda terrifying. Especially given that she actually likes him and she's not sure whether this is some fling or something more.

She was half tempted to get up extra early and do her hair and make up so she looked decent like actresses on TV and in movies who wake up looking flawless, because really, no woman wakes up looking like that. In the end she settled for just brushing her hair and cleaning her teeth - that isn't cheating too much, right?

She gets up and moves over to the door, pulling it open. "Up and unfortunately decent."

He's got a bit of flour on his shirt, but other than that, he looks more or less as he always does, faux-bedhead and all. His eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles at her. "And hungry, I hope? You don't have to eat the pancakes, I suppose, but I think I did a good job with them."

He presents the cup and the plate with a little bow, then slides past her into the room. After all, he's already invited. No need to be formal.

"Wow, they look amazing. I didn't even know you knew how to cook. You're definitely a man of many talents - I wonder what other secret skills you've got tucked up your sleeve?"

Is it wrong that the way Balthazar's eyes crinkle when he smiles makes Donna's heart skip a beat? Angels should not be allowed to be so beautifully handsome.

She smiles at him and makes her way back toward the bed with the plate and cup in hand. "You better be sharing these pancakes with me, mister. Unless you're trying to fatten me up. Oi! You're not one of those chubby chasers are you, that force feed women cake all day?"

"You flatter me far too much," he smiles and follows her across the room, nudging the door closed behind him. "Pancakes are hardly haute cuisine. I can keep the people around me from starving; that's about it."

He laughs, then. "Chubby chasers? I've never heard that term before. I don't think that's my kink, love. I just approve of indulgence in general."

"Well that's good to hear because I like cake as much as the next girl - you don't get thighs like this from lettuce leaves. But you try ramming it down my throat for your own sexual enjoyment I will smack you - and then run like hell because I don't fancy being murdered by the Angel Army." Despite her mostly harmless threat, she can't seem to stop smiling. He definitely has the power to lift her mood.

"I suppose if we're supposed to be having breakfast in bed then we should probably get into the bed, right? Care to join me?"

"I quite like your thighs. I'm hoping to get a closer inspection, once we've had breakfast." Grinning, he sprawls across the foot of her bed on his side and rests his chin in one hand.

Go on, Donna. Paint him like one of your French angels.

"If I'm meant to share the pancakes, do I get a sip of coffee, too?"

But... She can't paint. Unless she gets to finger paint... by finger paint she means grope. Shut up, her mind is a weird place and let's face it - he looks bloody gorgeous sprawled on her bed.

And she is absolutely blushing. Stupid angel with his stupid ability to turn her red from ear to ear. "How close an inspection do you want?"

She offers the mug to him, because it's a safer option than letting her mind wander to thoughts of his hands on her thighs.

Her strange trains of thought are part of the reason he likes her, though. Even when he just laughs because she's lost him.

He accepts the mug and takes a sip without taking his eyes from her. "Very close. Very personal. But I assure you, I'm a professional. You'll have no complaints."

"I do hope you'll be taking the hands on approach..." She's going to Hell, isn't she? There has to be some kind of law or at least some kind of rule about flirting and getting handsy with an angel of the Lord. Though really, if it is a law, then the angels should be banned from a) picking up such pretty bodies to wear and b) being so lovely.

Speaking of pretty bodies... Balthazar really does have the prettiest eyes. Donna is mesmerized by them.

"But first... we should eat these pancakes, since you went to the trouble of preparing them."

"Absolutely. Best way to go about it." His eyes twinkle. How could she possibly be going to Hell when she's clearly making him happy?

Sitting up, he relinquishes the coffee and reaches over to stroke her cheek with one fingertip. "Yes. We should eat them while they're still hot."

He'd offer to cut a bite for her, but her talk about men stuffing women with cake has him reluctant to try that game.

She can't help but smile. Her jaw aches from smiling so much around him. It's been a long time since a man has made her feel this way. It definitely makes her question her engagement to Shaun back home. She doesn't feel like this when she's with him, even when they first started dating.

Donna takes the coffee back and takes a sip. Oh! That is good coffee. Sorry, Balthazar, she might just have to steal you every morning for coffee making duties from now on.Next, she takes a bite of the pancakes.

"Is it cliché for me to say these taste heavenly? You know, since you're an angel? But really, these are amazing!"

He's getting awfully comfortable with her, in return. Part of him is still slightly wary of getting too attached, particularly in a place where people get swept away without a moment's notice. But this feels strangely cozy, and he's willing to set aside his concerns to enjoy it for all it's worth.

"It's a bit punny, but I think you know that suits my sense of humor by now." He chuckles and steals a crumb off her plate. "They came out well, didn't they, though? I burnt the first couple batches, but I'm getting better. I make a decent omelet, too, for the record."

"Omelets you say? You have my full attention." Donna smiles more before taking another bite of the delicious pancakes. Orgasm of the taste buds. Pancakes should not taste this amazing.

Gorgeous angel. Amazing food. This is probably the best morning Donna's had in this place!

"Thank you. For all this, I mean. It's lovely."

"So basically breakfast foods and occasionally cookies or something of the sort." He shifts a little so he can lean lightly against her side. "I think I'll make them with chocolate chips next time. Pancakes, I mean. Not omelets."

Chocolate chip omelet doesn't sound good.

"And you're welcome. Sometimes I think you need someone around to convince you how lovely you are."

"You never know... Chocolate chip omelets might just be the best thing since sliced bread and you could be their discovered." After all, egg and chocolate could be combined in delicious ways. Maybe chocolate chip omelets were the future!

Donna leans into Balthazar more. She could definitely get used to the closeness, even without the breakfast.

"Oh, I'm nothing special. Not really."

"Hm. I'm not sure I'm that clever with cooking. Maybe with a bit of studying and assistance." Hell, it's not like there's much else to do around here. Perhaps cooking could be his new hobby.

Her hair smells nice, and he gives her a light nuzzle. "But I think you are. One doesn't have to be a genius or possess magical abilities to be special, or lovely."

"We'll just have to team up in the kitchen sometime and see what we can whip up together!" Even if the food turns out to be a disaster then at least there's still likely to be flirting and good times had by all. And even if there's no flirting then at least they can have awesome food fights. Although knowing Donna and Balthazar, food fights and flirting would probably be one and the same.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're a sweetheart?" She smiles, tiling her head to steal a light kiss.

Balthazar grins, getting a mental image of the both of them dusted with flour and smacking each other with dishtowels. Yes, this is definitely something they should try. "You're on, darling."

He returns the kiss gently, lips tasting of maple syrup and sweet coffee. "No, actually. You're the first."

It's a great mental image, right? Donna fully supports the flour flights, towel smacking and making out in clouds of icing sugar. Oh wait, did she just add that last part? Oh well, the mental image is expanding.

"So, in all the years you've existed no one has ever told you what a sweetheart you are? You must've been sticking with the wrong crowds. Either that, or all the other angels are rubbish at noticing these things."

Donna cards her fingers through his hair, peppering his lips with soft kisses.

It's nice how their minds go in the same direction, isn't it? Clearly they're compatible.

"Angels don't value things like that much, I'm afraid. Not the ones that stay in Heaven." His eyes drift shut with enjoyment, head tilting into the touch. "You do know I do bad things too, right? Just...wouldn't want to trick you..."

He trails off with a soft noise between a sigh and a moan, pressing into the kiss more firmly.

"I have a habit of falling for the bad boys and the rebels. No one wants a perfect little angel - pardon the pun." Because apparently, angels weren't perfect. Humans had a lot to learn.

"None of us are perfect. Where's the fun in that? We've all done bad things." Hey, he's the guy to unsunk and resunk the Titanic and shes the girl who blew up Pompeii, how are they not perfect for each other?

"Rebel? Now there's a loaded word." He smiles against her lips. "But I suppose it's applicable."

Gently, he plucks the plate from her hand and sets it on the nightstand. "Are you ready to do some more bad things now?"

She wraps her hands around his neck now that the plate is out of play. Has she warned him she's a cuddler? Oh well, if he doesn't know that about her by now, he soon will!

"Bad things? Hm. I believe I may be persuaded to do some bad things..."

Suits him fine! His sexual appetite is noteworthy. His appetite for contact and cuddling is near insatiable. "Even angels need a bit of a chance for wickedness now and then, you know. I think we ought to tempt one another to sin. I won't tell on you if you won't tell on me."

The fingers of one hand tangle gently in the hair at the back of her neck, stroking rather than pulling, as he leans in for another kiss.

Obviously they were made for each other! Plenty of sex and even more cuddling is totally Donna's thing. She'll even settle for hand holding, but cuddling is much more enjoyable. Holding hand while cuddling post-sex just ticks all the boxes though.

"It can be our little secret." As long as they don't actually have to keep it secret, because there are people she needs to tell.

She meets him half-way for the kiss. Yep, she can definitely get used to this.

This time the kiss is more heated, intent building behind it. His tongue is active and just a bit wicked, and his free hand comes to rest on her knee, stroking in featherlight circles before creeping up her thigh.

...although, if he knew there were people she'd need to tell after the fact, he might have some mild performance anxiety.

Well, by 'people' she means Fort, because Fort is her best girl and best girls have to share these kind of things. No need to let nerves or doubt creep in, Balth, you're doing a great job so far.

Donna hums into the kiss, her tongue dancing with his, seeking dominance over the kiss. After a moment, she breaks it enough to draw his bottom lip between her teeth.

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