Breakfast in Bed (for Donna, backdated).

[tryingitall]

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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[noblexcompanion]

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.

[tryingitall]

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.

[noblexcompanion]

"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?

[tryingitall]

"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?"

[noblexcompanion]

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..."

[tryingitall]

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.

[noblexcompanion]

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.

[tryingitall]

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.

[noblexcompanion]

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.