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The problem with Frank Sinatra is that he doesn't have many songs you can whistle the next day.

(Doesn't mean Eros isn't trying, though.)

There's sunlight shining in through the broad wall of windows that makes up one side of the cabin, more than enough to light up the open-concept kitchen. Every now and then Eros glances up and grins at the sight visible through them: a deck that leads to a sloping lawn, and just a short distance beyond that a long dock reaching out into a mirror-calm lake. Every now and then there's the sound of a loon, or the sight of a bird of prey above the pine trees.

Eros wiggles his bare feet against the ceramic tiles as he cooks. Hopefully Goldy likes bacon.

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The sizzling amplifies. The delicious aromas of frying join with those of pungent Colombian coffee and spread throughout the cabin like a bank of fog rolling and tumbling across the sea.

In the room next to the kitchen, a mound of sheets stirs sedately on the bed. And after another minute, a contented murmur rises from it.

(I've got you under my skin...)

Eros spins towards the fridge, grabs some orange juice, and then spins away, kicking the door closed behind him. Clink-clink. Two glasses added to a tray, beside two plates now decorated with scrambled eggs and just-perfectly-crispy strips of bacon.

Perfect.

He scoops up the tray and insinuates himself into the bedroom, whistling all the while.

A tousled head of rich blonde hair creeps out from under the top sheet. It's followed by a pair of barely cracked blue eyes. Then by a nose with nostrils flaring at the heavenly smells. Another drowsy murmur escapes the mouth that appears next. It's longer, happier and more gratified than the first.

A few more seconds pass.

Arms and hands breech the mess of bed clothes and reach above the head in a luxuriating streeeetch. They flop back onto the bed and pull the sheets a little further down, revealing a flimsy white satin negligee.

"Morning, sexy."

Goldy rolls over and gives her host a sleepy smile.

"'Morning, doll," he says, and leans over to kiss her on the forehead.

(Got you deep in the heart of me...)

Putting the tray to one side, he gets back into the bed, though on top of the covers. He lies on his side, facing her, his chin propped up with one hand.

"Sleep well?"

"Mmmmhmmm."

"I have rather exacting standards when it comes to beds, but this one proved to be just... divine."

She lets out a little chuckle.

"Funny that, given its owner."

"That's funny?" he says, leaning over to nuzzle her cheek. "I'm not sure why that's funny."

Another little chuckle and a fond scruffing of his hair.

"Sarcasm, dear," she says dryly. "You're a god and you have a divine bed."

She drags the sheets completely off herself and lays there exposed for a few moments, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Eros frowns, at himself.

"Oh. Right. Sorry. I'm a little dumb before I've eaten in the mornings."

He half-rolls over, to reach the tray, and adds, "On that note, bacon?"

Still gazing at the roof, Goldy smiles. Without addressing his offer, she swivels her legs off the mattress, gets up and disappears into the en suite bathroom.

There's a smirk on her face when she returns a minute or so later. "Calls of nature take priority over romantic breakfasts for us lesser immortals," she informs him as she clambers back onto the bed.

Once she is resituated to her satisfaction, with pillows now propped up behind her, she pecks his stubbled cheek.

"Okay. Bacon."

"And..." She peers over his shoulder at the tray and lifts a speculative eyebrow. "Oh. I thought I smelled coffee. But I must have been mistaken."

There's a hint of teasing in her disappointed tone.

Eros hastily swallows his mouthful of egg as she returns (gotta fight the stupid somehow), and glances over at the tray.

"Coffee? You wanted coffee?"

Reaching over, he hands her a glass of orange juice which somehow... isn't.

"Must've been hidden behind one of the bowls," he says, innocently. "Now how do you take it?"

"Today I think... just cream."

Goldy is eyeing the glass of brown liquid with a good deal of skepticism. It's coffee. In an orange juice glass.

"Definite points loss for weird presentation."

A look of amusement takes over. "But you get bonus points for the near seamless recovery. So it all evens out."

"Oh, good. Because that's how I made it," he says, and if Goldy's paying close attention, she may notice the drink turning a shade lighter.

Eros gives her a puppy-dog expression. "It's insulated. Would I let you get burned?"

"Of course not."

The Fable smiles trustingly and takes the drink without heed. A thin veil of condensation rings the inside of the glass just above the steaming contents. However, the outer surface is barely tepid to the touch.

She takes a sip and closes her eyes savoringly.

"Perfect."

Eros rolls over off the bed, chuckling, letting his bare feet slap against the floor.

"Well that's my job today: making you happy. Now..."

The tray is lifted, and with a clink-clink, legs fold down from the bottom, forming a tiny table.

"Are you comfy?" he asks, "Because: bacon."

"I confess that I'm not sure why it's your job, per se, but I'm definitely not complaining."

"And I'm very comfy. Thank you."

She plucks a rasher from the plate and snaps it in half. It doesn't approach her mouth just yet.

"You seem very keen for me to sample this bacon," she notes dubiously. "Is there... something I should know about it before I partake?"

"Yes," says Eros, gravely, as he hops back onto the bed. "Goldy... you should know...

"I really fucking love bacon."

When he pauses, Goldy's eyes widen expectantly.

Then she laughs merrily.

"Oh good! Me too. I just had a slight fear that it was laced with lurrrrve potion or something."

Eros gives her a very hurt look.

"Baby, I don't need love potion. I am love potion."

"Heh. Okay."

She pops one half of the rasher into her mouth and munches happily on it.

"Sooo, having spent some quality time with you—tasted you, as it were—I should now be in love with you."

"No," he replies immediately. Then, "Well, yes, in a way. I'm not that kind of god."

He steals some bacon, and looks out through the windows, to the lake. "And don't confuse me with my mother."

She tilts her head over curiously.

"Explain, please?"

"I'm not going to start writing you poems, doll, though I'm sure that's not an issue."

Eros leans his head back, enough to look at her face upsidown for a moment, and gives her an appraising look.

"Nah. You're not in love with me. Don't worry about it."

"Did I say that I was worried?"

She deals herself another half-slice of bacon and chews it thoughtfully.

"Good call on the poetry though. I don't like being romanced at all."

Grin.

"Except with bacon."

Goldy rolls her eyes.

"Bacon isn't romantic," she reasons. "It's just greasy and very tasty."

She consumes the other half of her current rasher with an over-the-top "mmmmmm," just to prove her point.

"But yes. Fine. Point conceded."

"Breakfast in bed, or any kind of decent food offering after sleep or sex, or both, is the kind of romantic gesture I can live with. Such activities leave me hungry and relaxed, so if someone wants to bring food to me without me having to get up, then I'm certainly not going to turn it away."

"Good."

Eros flops over on to his stomach, and watches her eat, for a moment.

(So deep in my heart, you're really a part of me...)

"I had fun, by the way," he tells her after a time. "Though I'm sure you knew that."

"I got that impression. Yes."

She sends an appreciative smile his way, making up for the slight wryness.

"Ditto."

"There are -"

He frowns, rubs his chin, continues.

"You can come back here, if you like. Not just with me, I mean. I kind of travel but - if you need a place to crash or whatever, you can come here.

"This is not me saying, 'move in with me,' by the way."

Goldy laughs good-naturedly and leans over to playfully swat the recumbent god. The action causes the thin strap of her negligee to slip off her shoulder.

"Don't worry, Lover Boy. I would already be long gone if I thought that's what you meant."

Unconcerned, she leaves the strap resting in the crook of her elbow for now.

"Thank you for the offer though. It really is lovely here."

She pauses briefly, crinkling her nose.

"The thing is... I don't actually have a way to get here without you."

He wrinkles his nose right back at her.

"Right. I'll make you a key later, if you want one. Should make the bar let you out here when you want to."

Beat.

"It also opens the front door of this place. Kind of like a regular key."

She considers this and then nods.

"Okay. That would be nice. Thank you. Again."

She moves the tray to the bedside table on her side and then adjusts herself to lay alongside Eros.

"This all seems sort of conclusive in terms of the current liaison." She absently twirls a lock of his hair around her index finger. "Are you about to kick me out?"

Eros glances at his watch, and sucks air through his teeth. "Yeah, sorry. My eleven o'clock's gonna be here soon, and I need to change the sheets."

His face says: :D?

Goldy snorts and shoves his arm.

"Ass!"

"Yeah, but you love it."

He glances back, over his shoulder.

"I don't blame you. It's a nice ass."

Goldy lifts her head off the mattress and glances discerningly at the body part in question.

"Heh. True enough, on both counts. But given that you can make it look however you want, I'd expect nothing less."

"Well I try not too appear too unattainable. You on the other hand..."

He pokes her gently in the shoulder.

"You don't even have godly powers. You just got lucky, looking so good. I'm jealous."

Goldy snorts again.

"Bah. Whatever."

She follows that with a short kiss to his heavily-stubbled cheek. It's at least semi-grateful in nature.

"Thank you. But you already have me. There's no need for flattery now."

Beat.

"And, to be fair, there was no need beforehand either. But that's beside the point." She shrugs and chuckles. "Enh... what am I saying? Flatter away. I love it all."

"What would the world be like if people only did things because they needed to? It'd be boring, for one."

He considers, then adds, "And I'd be out of a job."

"An absolutely tragic scenario," she agrees, hooking her upper leg over his.

"I feel it's our duty to work together to avoid it. Perhaps... by continuing to do things here that we don't actually need to."

"Mm. Good idea."

And Eros props himself up by his shoulders, and gently leans over...

...and steals the last piece of bacon.

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