Early morning, the sky had only just begun to brighten.
Deren carefully freed himself from the Black Dragon's octopus-like embrace, slipped into his pajamas, and prepared to begin his daily duties as a "househusband"—making Onyxia a lavish breakfast. It was one of the key ways to soothe that jealous female dragon.
The kitchen was filled with the aroma of coffee, while eggs sizzled enticingly in the frying pan. Deren was focused on turning the bacon when a warm body pressed against him from behind, slender arms wrapping around his waist.
"Mmm, lord Deren, good morning," Jaina murmured sleepily behind him, her cheek pressed to his back.
Deren stiffened, nearly dropping the spatula into the pan. "J-Jaina? Why are you up so early?" He lowered his voice, afraid of waking Oni upstairs.
"The Star Soul said morning energy is the most active, so it's the best time to strengthen our connection." Jaina's voice grew softer, but her hands reached around in front of him and began to move. "And you promised Sister Oni last night... tonight, you would... I was afraid you'd be too tired, so this morning I thought I'd... replenish you first."
Deren groaned inwardly. What kind of nonsense had the Star Soul been teaching Jaina?! He tried to pull away. "Don't, Jaina. Oni is still upstairs, and breakfast is about to burn."
"It's fine... it'll be quick. I'll do it, and you can do it too!" Jaina's breathing grew a little hurried. She was unexpectedly strong as she bent down and slipped into his arms, taking the spatula from him. Then Deren realized she had indeed already changed into a short, convenient outfit, just waiting for him to get to work.
The poor bacon in the pan began to smoke as Jaina deftly worked the food back and