The next morning, Lark's eyes slowly peaked open to see Honey lying next to him on her back, completely vulnerable looking. He noticed his arm was over her waist as well, probably done subconsciously in his sleep. He caught himself smiling at her restful sleeping face as he sat up, admiring her underappreciated beauty.
She shifted and softly grunted when the light spilling between the window curtains hit her eyelids, prompting her to turn on her side, back to him and the window. He frowned as she turned away, unable to examine her facial features anymore. Lark pushed up off the bed, only to realize from when he slid out of the covers that he was only in his underwear with a visibly large erection.
Morning wood was nothing new, but he didn't want Honey catching him being so indecent. He quickly threw on a pair of sweatpants then moved to the kitchen to start making them breakfast. Halfway through his cooking, the smell of the food had woken Honey up, Lark smiling over as she rubbed her eyes and looked at him with a sleepy expression.
"Good morning, I made pancakes, eggs and bacon." He used the spatula to point to her dish, already plated and ready to eat with a glass of orange juice.
"Are you trying to fatten me up more?" Honey playfully chuckled as she slid out of the bed and stepped in the bathroom to change out of the crimson dress from the night before.
"Mmm maybe? If you got skinny, I'd have nothing to hold onto," He snickered as he teased, but somehow his words were always uplifting Honey and her insecurity about her weight.
Honey stepped out of the bathroom in a black tank and matching black shorts, Lark nearly dropped his spatula as he saw her very exposed body come into sight. "Gosh, you really know how to cook Lark. Your future wife is gonna make you the house husband," She giggled as she sat down in front of her plate, pouring a thick glob of syrup that began to disperse over her pancakes.
Lark had his plate in hand as he sat down and set it in front of him on the table. "I hope she likes my cooking as much as you," His said with a warm grin toward her direction, her typical response by blushing and smiling meekly.
Both their phones vibrated; the same text appeared from the chief. "Intel received; no further persistence needed. Collect your belongings and head back for a debrief."
Honey's eyes widened as she looked up at Lark who had a mouth full of pancakes. "Wow... You're too good at this, Lark."
"Couldn't have done it without ya," He winked.
"Yeah right... I didn't do much-"
"Hush," He set his fork down and caressed her cheek with his thumb, her cheeks burning a deep maroon, "You know I can't do these missions by myself." Her small hand gently clasped over his, nuzzling her face into his palm.
Honey felt a sudden surge of desire and felt safe in his presence, wishing the moment would never end. But she knew that wouldn't be the case, unfortunately.
Back at the agency, a week had passed since the successful mission, only to be called back in by the chief for their next assignment. Honey and Lark stood side by side, Larks hands dangling to his sides and Honey's hands were behind her back, fiddling nervously.
"This next assignment involves a group of women, more specifically 3 women. They're representatives for the underground market, involved in illegal dealings and investments. You'll need to access their records which were rumored to be on a flash drive that one of the women always carry with them for safety. It sounds backwards I know, but it's not your job to judge, only to retrieve and bring it back." The chief cleared his throat as he set a folder containing the women's appearances and backgrounds stored inside. "Honey can try to weasel in as a new recruit or a good friend, it doesn't matter. Or Lark could use his infamous charms again, doesn't matter. Just get that flash drive."
