Tracy laid on her with his eyes closed and a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth as she struggled underneath him. Eventually she conceded, going limp underneath him for a moment before she moved again. He propped himself up on his elbows when she began to squirm again, ready to stop being annoying and get off of her if she protested again, but she only retracted one leg, snaking it around his own possessively. Long fingers dragged through his hair, tugging softly and sending a chill up his spine. With his upper body weight still on his elbows, he brought his own hands to her face, brushing his fingers against her skin as he lowered himself to kiss her forehead.<br/><br/>With a soft sense of resolution, he rolled off of her to lay at her side. He wriggled his arm underneath her, scooping her up and forcing her to lay her head on his chest. Looking back, their first night at their new house hadn't been totally horrible. Sure, they probably blew a lot of money's worth of light bulbs, but they finally did it. They had officially moved in together, and were spending their first night in their new house. It was a warm thought, and Tracy pulled Cynthia just a little bit tighter against him.<br/>-------------------------------------------------<br/>Tracy clapped his hands firmly as he looked down at his masterpiece. Fruit cockails, bacon, and Omelet-du-Tracy, which was literally just a regular omelet with chunks of ham and diced bell peppers. It was, in his mind, the perfect breakfast. He took a quick glance at where the clock was supposed to go whenever he remembered to put it up, and then relented and just checked his phone. Cynthia would be up soon. He put his phone away and fled to the cabinets, pulling out drawers to locate the silverware until finally finding what looked like her grandma's set of silver. He plucked out a couple of forks and set them on either side of the table next to their respective plates. Satisfied with his work, he left to make his way back to their bedroom.