"I'm not asking you to cook," he teased, bracing himself for her indignation.

"I haven't in a long time," he admitted, sweeping her hair away from the line of her back, just so that he could glimpse the curve of her spine. Pushing himself up to sit, he ducked to press a kiss to the top of her shoulder.

"I'm sure we'll find something." Slipping from the bed, he went in search of his pants, glancing over his shoulder at her with a crooked smile as he strode into the front of the apartment where most of their clothes had been abandoned.