Saint woke up to the sun streaming down through the top of the tent and the heat baking him like a burrito.
Saint sighed and stood up reluctantly. He walked into the room his body aching a bit from the stress and lack of taking care of himself he had been doing.
He smirked when he saw what he had expected. One empty side of the bed.
Kit was downstairs, just as he assumed he would be. Probably getting things ready.
Heart lay there sleeping like a baby cuddling tightly to the blanket which he had now wrapped his legs around as if it were a body pillow.
'Great, what is this world coming too. Now I am jealous of that blanket.'
Saint smirked, then very quietly walked away, he went to the door and left.
Twenty minutes later he walked back into the room dripping wet and feeling much better, more awake, alive. And ready to face the enemies of today.
He looked over and shook his head, smiling and chuckling gently.
Heart walked down the stairs and into the Kitchen to see the fridge door open.
The door closed and Heart stared in surprise at Saint who held a whipped cream canister upside down spraying it directly into his mouth.
He swallowed, looking slightly surprised he was caught.
Heart gulped. “That looks good, give me some,” he asked.
Saint smirked evilly, then took the canister and held it to his lips. “If you want some come and get it.” He sprayed a generous amount on his lips and waited.
Heart gave him a dirty look, looking around the room to see if anyone else was coming in.
“Stop fooling around what if someone sees?”
“Fine... I’ll be nice, you can have some.”
Saint walked over, shook the can then leaned forward and sprayed it directly onto Heart’s lips before he opened his mouth for it.
“Ah,” Was all Heart could manage out before Saint’s lips slid on top of his own and began kissing the cream off them. His tongue swirling in and out of Heart’s mouth spreading the delicious sweetness everywhere.
Heart moaned softly with delight at the experience.
“Whose ready for waffles,” Chimlin called loudly from the hall and Heart broke away from the kiss quickly, running out the open back door into the backyard.
He glanced back into the kitchen as he sped walked down the hill to where he and Saint had eaten before and harrumphed.
“Great, now I can never eat waffles again without being reminded of this.” Heart complained. But only in the hopes that it would cause his beating heart to calm the heck down.