15289/Leftovers for Breakfast

Leftovers for Breakfast
Date of Scene:	02 July 2023
Location:	Eve's Townhouse
Synopsis:	Eve and Miles wake up and plan their day.
Cast of Characters:	Eve Wilkins, Miles Morales

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Eve Wilkins has posed:
Eve woke up in a cloud of soft white bedding, arms and legs tangled with Miles, his cheek pulled in against her bare shoulder, her cheek pressed against his hair. Both of them breathed soft. Slow. Bodies limp, lost to the comforting bliss of sleep.

She was quiet when her eyes finally fluttered open, and though it took a moment for her to realize what was happening, waking up with Miles was quickly becoming less of a surprise and more of a comfort. Once she'd blinked most of the sleep out of her eyes, she kissed the top of his head and smiled, just taking that moment of quiet to savor the act of watching him sleep.

Eventually, though, her tummy growled. As much as she hated to spoil the moment, it was quickly becoming time to start the day. And so slowly, reluctantly, she extricated herself as gently as she good from the tangle of arms and legs, trying to let him sleep for as long as she could -- though, in reality, she had no idea how easy it would be to wake him. Was he a light sleeper? A heavy sleeper? These are the things you figure out the hard way, when you're trying to sneak out to the kitchen to make coffee and get something to eat.

Miles Morales has posed:
What. A. Night!

Miles had been slumbering peacefully, tangled with Eve in every single possible way. Hid body limp and unmoving as a smile seemed plastered on his face. When she opened her eyes, his was fastened close in perfect slumber.

He wasn't an ugly sleeper. In fact, he seemed the most at peace. Most likely there's always worry about being Spider-Man, and the other stresses of keeping that a secret and his additional stresses.

She extricates herself from his grasp and Miles starts to stir. "Sam..." Miles groans slightly, beginning to stir a moment after she had exit the room. Though considering he hasn't been left a letter or a note, he hadn't been kicked out, and there's not a pile of clothes awaiting him with instructions to lock the door...Must've went well!

He sits up..starkly naked, and looks for at least a pair of pants.

Eve Wilkins has posed:
No pants. None that will fit Miles, anyway. There are only a few outfits at all, and they're all neatly arranged in the closet. A couple of shirts, a couple pairs of jeans, a couple of dresses. All of Miles's clothes had been discarded elsewhere, for better or worse. So, he's left with choosing to wrap himself up in the sheet or grabbing the pink robe off the bathroom door hook.

It's not a very large place, and Eve, meanwhile, has made it out to the living room, collected her clothes from the day before, and re-dressed. Just tank top and shorts. She's currently standing in the refrigerator, pulling out a few styrofoam cartons of food -- leftovers from things they've gotten and not eaten all of the last couple of days.

Miles Morales has posed:
Living room.

All of Miles's stuff is in the living room. Oops. For a moment, Miles sits up and he looks around, chuckling. He doesn't hear Eve messing around in the kitchen, but he /is/ actively getting out of bed finally. He stands up, a confident stride belonging to any man who's had a /very/ good night and he approaches the bathroom to see the pink robe hanging off of the bathroom door hook. "Well...when in Rome."

His footsteps are bare across the floor as he approaches Eve, and he extends his hands in a T-pose so she can get a good look at him. "Hope you don't mind me borrowing this. I think it really brings out my eyes." He walks towards her, looking her in those pretty green eyes.

"Good morning, Red."

Eve Wilkins has posed:
When Miles finds her, Eve still has her head in the fridge, but at the sound of footsteps, she stands with those leftover containers in one hand and a couple of bottles of water in the other. Then her eyes settle on Miles and she /stares./

Eve isn't exactly looking all that put together herself. Her long red hair is a /mess/, poking out in various places. Her makeup is smeared from rubbing her eyes and rolling on the pillow. But, the sight of Miles in her pink robe wins the day, her green eyes lighting up.

"I... think it looks better on you than it does on me," Eve muses with a playful grin, so dumb-struck by the sight of him that she obviously didn't realize the state she was in.

Not, at least, until he started walking towards her.

As soon as he does, there's a flash of pink light, and Eve is... clean. Hair done, clothes changed, makeup refreshed, smelling just a nice as she ever does. The loose strands of red hair are still settling when he reaches her. And, of course, she'd hug him, but her hands are full, so instead she leans in for a kiss.

"Good morning, Nerd. Your study sessions are to die for, by the way. You can tutor me /any/ time."

Miles Morales has posed:
Well...he got a much better reaction than he thought! Miles smiles big and wide at Eve as she seems to stare at him. She looks....wild. Like she had had as much a night as Miles had hoped she had. One that was filled with an experience like no other that either of them could find. Thus far? She was everything he could ever hope to have and so, so much more.

"Well, I think it accentuates my curves a little bit. Do I look fat?" Miles teases her playfully, approaching her and widening his arms to hold her. Only for that pink flash to suddenly flash, fixing herself up neat and easy, with her hair refreshed, her clothes changed, and makeup all done. Miles looks surprised by it! "Wow, I will never get used to that." He winks.

"And...I really like it when you're like that because of me." He winks. Though she hugs him, and he holds her, his hands going low to find a place in her back pockets, his eyes closing as his lips meet hers for a kiss.

Oh.

/OH/.

Miles seems to flush a bright pink. "A-...any time?" He gulps. "We uhm...w-would..y-you know.."

He gulps again. DRINK WATER, NERD.

"I want to tutor you a /lot/."

Eve Wilkins has posed:
This was going to take a minute. As soon as that kiss ends, Eve's hands begin to glow pink, and both the boxes of leftovers and the bottles of water begin to float, propelled into the air by their own pink jets of energy like the ones she had when she was flying. With a little gesture, she sends them over to the counter, setting them down -- one of the bottles falls over onto its side, but she doesn't seem to care.

Instead, she turns her focus back on Miles, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaping up onto him, legs wrapping around his waist.

"Good," she teases, smiling, kissing down onto his lips from her new vantage of being a little taller. "Aannnd.. if you /actually/ like it.. I'll try not to be so quick to.. fix it. I just didn't want you to freak out about dating some sort of wild woman. Even if that's still kind of how I feel." She grins, kissing him again.

"What do you want for breakfast? I'm in the mood for a waffle, but I can do whatever. Well, almost whatever. As long as I know what it is." The leftovers were like half a sandwich, a corn dog, some french fries.. but, it was Eve. She could take /that/ and turn it into literally anything she wanted to. "And do you want coffee or water?"

Miles Morales has posed:
It absolutely should take a moment.

As they kiss, Miles just indulges in Eve. Drinks of her lips and enjoys every single second. Kissing her will never, ever get old, no matter how many times it happens, Miles can't fathom the possibility. Though as soon as the kiss ends, he watches as Eve seems to make things float and put them in a different place - namely the counter. After that?

She's jumping on him and he catches her! Her legs wrap around his waist to support herself and his hands help by placing them underneath her thighs to keep her up with him.

Kissed, Miles lets out a small 'mmmm' and he lets his teeth bite and tug on her bottom lip, giving it a playful little pull. "I mean...I do like me a wild woman." She was wild last night! "I like making you feel like that. Were it up to me...you wouldn't feel like much else." He winks at her. Then he gulps. "Oh, I'm laying it on thick arn't I? Sorry..I can pull that back." He chuckles softly, clearing his throat, though she kisses him again and any doubt disappears. He takes a few steps forward, pressing her against the wall as they kiss.

They pull away and she asks what he'd like for breakfast. "Let's do waffles. Maybe some sausage too?" He smiles. "Coffee, please. The same way you made it the first time for me."

Eve Wilkins has posed:
The sounds that Eve make when Miles catches her, supports her, and kisses her are /pure/ delight. And that smile? It's obvious that there's nowhere else in the world she wanted to be.

But then there's that comment -- that if it were up to him she wouldn't feel like much else -- and the laugh that escapes her lips is throaty and primal, a stirring of desire that she couldn't control, even if she wanted to.

"Only if you want us to /ever/ leave here again. We can subsist on what we have for a long time, but we're eventually going to cannibalize this whole place." Even grins, leaning down to kiss him, lingering on his lips as she's carried and then pressed back against the wall.

That elicits another groan. "...And the world /needs/ Spider-Man. But I'm going to keep him all to myself if you keep this up."

She nips at his lip this time, but almost as an attempt to distract both of them, she looks over his shoulder at the two boxes of leftovers. With a wave of her hand and a pink glow, they seem to shift and liquify, morphing into plates of waffles and sausage, complete with butter and syrup. The water bottles, too, turn into steaming, milky and sugary cups of coffee.

"Breakfast is served, sweetheart," she muses, looking playfully into his eyes. She /did/ mean the waffles and not her, right? Sometimes it's not clear. Particularly right now.

Miles Morales has posed:
Delight.

Pure. Unadulterated. Delight.

The noise that comes out of Eve's mouth is exciting. Joyful. It gives Miles so much joy to make her laugh like that. To make her smile like that. The joy reaches his own eyes, a laugh to his voice, though there's a stirring of desire that comes from his voice that mirrors her own, and when Eve remarks to him that there is nowhere in this place that's safe? Miles seems to blush, but he smiles with a hidden hunger that he didn't even know he had. "Thank /god/."

He pushes her against the wall and he kisses her, lingering on her lips, never wanting her to even imagine what it's like not getting kiss-drunk ever again. He groans in the kiss, squeezing her, feeling the strength in her legs.

"I wouldn't mind that..."

Normally, Miles's luck is so bad that normally this is when a police radio would start going off describing a break in at the National Bank...but it never comes. Instead, Miles can just /be there/ with Eve in that moment. "I already have you all to myself, Sam...it'd only be fair." She nips at his lip, and as she looks over his shoulder to play with the boxes, Miles's lips start making a sweet trail of patterns on her neck, eventually they part and teeth start to bite.

Breakfast is served?

"Mhm..." He leans away just enough to look into her eyes. "Okay...so...here's the deal:"

Miles smiles at her. "I'm gonna eat breakfast with you...then..." He looks at her. Looks at the table.

Oh. Yeah.

He slowly starts to set her down if she's willing to let go.

Eve Wilkins has posed:
/I already have you all to myself, Sam...it'd only be fair./

Eve groans in pleasure as Miles's lips slip down to her neck, tasting and biting, and despite herself, she tilts her head to give him better access. A shudder ran down the length of her body, and she could feel herself weakening against that onslaught of kisses.

With great power... something something responsibility. Isn't that how it starts, anyway? Whether or not it was true, Miles made her /feel/ like she could have it all right exactly in that moment. She could be herself, turn her back on being a superhero, have a man that adored her, that accepted her and her unique abilities, that doted on her, that would give up /everything/ for her...

Was that really what she /wanted/?

What a weird thought to have, pinned to the wall by Spider-Man and an offer of.. well.. whatever you call 'dessert' right after breakfast... on the table. Literally.

She smiles back at him. "Deal.. /if/ you take web-slinging with you again afterwards."

She didn't necessarily mean he had to carry her the entire time. She /could/ fly. However it worked out, though, two birds. One stone. He gets to go on patrol. She gets to keep spending time with him. Nobody had to give up anything for anyone.

And then she does unwrap herself from him, stretching her bare flee back out to the floor, and glancing briefly back over her shoulder at him as she went to get her plate and her cup of coffee.

Yeah. This.. just might work.

Miles Morales has posed:
Miles might not be the most experienced lover. He doesn't have relationship experience outside of Eve. He's never dated anyone else. Hes...curious about if there's a line she doesn't want him to cross and he gets nervous.

Like he's waiting for the hammer to drop. Some kind of flaw or kink in the armor, some kind of loss in integrity or the bad boyfriend making a comeback.

But it hasn't happened yet.

And Miles trusts tgat there's no issues. Their secrets are out to each other. They've taken the ultimate step in a relationship. And now? Now they can just enjoy being together without the world burning around them, even if it's just for a few minutes. He has her there, fully at his will if he so chose but..she worked hard to create a balanced breakfast for them and a deal made us a deal kept. He lowers her back down to her feet.

This is...the dream. She gets normal. He can still be Spider-Man. They want to do these things together. It works.

Abd they're both better for it, even if that glance over her shoulder could melt him instantly.

"Deal." On account of the web slinging! Though he does follow her, gleefully reaching back and giving her rear a playful smack!

Then he's grabbing himself a plate of food. "Where do you want to websling to? Plenty of places around here, no one to catch us if we chill on a roof somewhere."

Eve Wilkins has posed:
Eve lets out a little squeal of surprise at the unexpected smack, and though she snaps her head over to look at him so fast that she actually flips her hair, the expression on her face isn't anger. If anything, there's a hint of a playful challenge. "Turn about is fair play," she warns. "Remember that."

Soon, though, she's sitting at the only dining table in the living area -- the one that's obviously the dining room table, kitchen table, breakfast nook, and part-time storage for anything she sets down. It still has a purse sitting on one side of it.

"Well, in my mind, the /deal/ was for you to take me along on whatever you normally do.. give me a taste of what it's like to be Spider-Man. I've never even been up to Gotham, before."

She picks up a piece of sausage, though, and points it at him. "/But/.. today's July Fourth, which I forgot until just a minute ago. So, maybe we could go watch some fireworks somewhere."

Miles Morales has posed:
The squeal makes Miles laugh -hard- but the look she gives him over her shoulder? Well, Miles has goosebumps on his arm now. "It better be." He winks at her. "I doubt I will be forgetting ANY time soon." He even shakes his hips a little bit in invitation.

Though after breakfast that table looks like a nice, sturdy surface...

Miles comes over with his plate, sitting next to her as she regales him the intending meaning of the deal. "I can do that too. Honestly it'd be kinda crazy. Hopefully its on a day where a bunch of supervillains DONT break out of their cages. That'd be nice." Miles chuckles as he bites into his waffle. "Delicious!"

"Oh! I forgot about that too. I think you just have that effect on me." He teases her. "I know a really good spot not too far from here. We can see the whole skyline. Pretty good spot for fireworks if I do say so myself!"

Eve Wilkins has posed:
"Down boy," Eve chides when she sees Miles eyeing the table, that playful twinkle in her eye taunting more than reprimanding.

She smiles a bit at his enthusiastic reply about his day-to-day, though. "I just don't want you to give up who you are for me. I /love/ hanging out with you, and I'd just keep you here if it were up to me. But, I know from experience that you need the freedom to do your own thing. Besides.. I don't want you getting bored with me."

She winks and nips off half of that sausage with her front teeth.

"Let's do that, then! We can do all of it. Finish breakfast.." She grins. "..and dessert.." There's a pleased little eyeroll. "Then maybe we can go looking around Metropolis a little, and hit the fireworks once it's dark."

There's a little shrug, her smile hopeful. "And then, at some point, maybe I can come visit you in Gotham. And you can show me around."

Miles Morales has posed:
"Sorry-" Miles responds to the playful chiding somewhat sheepishly, but can one blame him? His first time was /very/ recently and they had themselves a wonderful time. Can't help it if he's still a little hungry! Though that twinkle in her eyes gives him some mild hope that he's not actually in trouble.

"And I don't want you to give up who you are for me. But don't worry, I won't. I'll always be Spider-Man and I'll always be helping people. I just want you to know that you're important to me too." He smiles wonderfully at her. "Bored of you? Banish that thought forever. How could I be bored of you?"

He blushes as she takes a bite of her sausage.

All of it? "Bet!" Miles enthusiastically agrees, perhaps because dessert is mentioned with a please roll of her eyes. "I'd love that, honestly. We'll have a ton of fun!" He takes a few bites of his sausage before he's cutting into more of his waffle.

"I'd be glad to. It's a rough town, but so is basically everywhere. I can show you around, best dives in the state." He winks at her. "Oh, bring a hoodie. It's always raining down there."

Eve Wilkins has posed:
Eve laughs softly at the mention of giving up who she is. "Well, as soon as I figure out who that is, you'll be the first one I tell," she muses.

At the mention of bringing a hoodie, there's that increasingly familiar pink flash, and in the next moment, Eve is sitting there at the table in a hoodie that looks /remarkably/ like the one she'd seen Mile wearing before. Except this one has a pink hood, which has been pulled up over her head, her hair already tucked inside it. Only a few long, red locks spill out the front.

"Got it covered," she says, grinning at him. "Literally."

Then she's popping the rest of that sausage into her mouth and chewing happily, nodding her head a few times. Today was going to be a good day.