"So let me get this straight," Cynthia started, prompting Tracy to lift his head up from where he'd been keenly eyeing his breakfast creation. "You woke up early, went out, bought me bacon, and made it?" He nodded, a smile stretching across his lips as he watched her lift a forkful of omelet to his lips. He took it happily, keeping his eyes on her and looking on as she moved closer to him. When she talked, he recognized her tone; it was one that he'd heard many times before but never stopped being as alluring as ever. "You know, about that raise..."<br/><br/>Tracy wasn't sure what excited him more: the fact that his omelet was delicious, the way her fingers ghosted along his jaw, or the feeling he got when her free hand tangled itself in his shirt and tugged him closer. He grinned, pinning his hands on either side of Cynthia's legs and leaning over the tray. "Yeah, let's talk about that," he agreed, his lips brushing against her neck and shoulder. The best part about being a good boyfriend - or one of the best reasons anyway - was that you get a lot of attention. Kisses, hugs, sex, nonchalant butt grabs in the grocery store, it was all fantastic.<br/><br/>Lifting his head back up, Tracy moved to steal a kiss, and another, and another, and then a quick peck on her cheek. "So now, you know I'm going to expect kisses every time I make you breakfast now, right?" he asked, pushing the tray off to the other side of the bed so he didn't accidentally wear breakfast. "And also that I'm going to be making you breakfast a lot more."