Ducky and Daddy - Snippets

Consolation prize pancakes

Ducky woke to the sound of rain tapping the windows, soft and steady. Daddy's arm was a heavy weight across her waist, his chest warm against her back. His chest hair soft against her skin. She tried to slip out from under his arm without waking him, thinking she could get a load of laundry started before breakfast.

Daddy's arm clamped tight again, pinning her to his chest. "Mm-mm," he rumbled against her ear. "Where do you think you're going, little one?"

"I was going to start a load of laundry—"

"No." The single word was warm but unyielding. "You're staying right here where you belong." His leg hooked over hers, locking her in place. "Five more minutes."

"You said that last time and it turned into half an hour."

"Then I'll aim for an hour this time." He brushed his mouth over her jaw, slow and deliberate. "I like you soft and warm and not running around the house without me." He shifted his hips until he was gently pressing her into the mattress, holding her there without crushing her. He kissed down her neck and over her shoulder, humming in satisfaction against her skin. "And if we are staying in bed, you might as well let me wake you up proper—"

His thought was cut off by the sound of Ducky's stomach growling.

"Ugh! Ignore that!" She buried her face in the pillow. Darn you, tummy. Why must you do this to me?

Daddy chuckled and released her. "Let's get you some breakfast. But don't think we're finished here." He smacked her butt as she stood.

She padded to the kitchen to start breakfast while Daddy disappeared to get the laundry basket.

When he came back, she was humming to the music coming from her phone, whisking pancake batter. He didn't bother putting the basket down right away—just leaned in the doorway, watching her, his gaze trailing lazily over her.

"What?" she asked without turning.

"Just admiring what's mine," he said, strolling over and setting the basket aside. His arms came around her from behind, bracketing her in against the counter, his chest solid, bare against her back. "All mine." He hummed into her hair, kissing his way across her jaw before giving a sharp nip to her ear. "Only mine."

"Daddy," she laughed, "you're in my way."

She tilted her head just enough for him to claim her mouth, the kiss stealing her breath and making her head spin until the batter threatened to slosh over the sides.

"Alright," he murmured finally, his thumb brushing her lower lip. "You can finish cooking... but I get the first one. Payment for letting you out of bed."