rodrikstark's headcanons (part 3)

n. vaughan + eating breakfast together

he watches your silhouette against the moonlight streaking through his window.

nick forgot what you were talking about a long time ago, his stare moving along your figure as you button your cardigan, which is too big; it slumps over your shoulders. "so this kid is wailing in the middle of the second movement, the slow one with the trumpet solo? and the parents are doing nothing..."

distantly, he knows that he should stop you before you yank on your jeans. once that's done, there's little chance that you'll agree to what he wants to ask you.

"are you listening?"

"thinking," he answers honestly.

"about what?"

he blinks. you don't have your pants on yet, which is good. "there's a diner, like five blocks that way." he points in an indiscernible direction. "we should go. their breakfast is great."

"breakfast?" you tuck your arms across your stomach, the front of your thighs hitting the edge of the bed. "it's eleven p.m., nick vaughan."

something drums in his chest, when you call him by his full name. "i know."

you straddle his hips, and he welcomes the weight. "i would have to stay the night."

"maybe you should." he hates that it sounds like a question.

your fingers play with the hem of his shirt, your head tilting coyly. "what's in it for me?"

nick sits upright, the unexpected movement enough to disarm your flirtatious posture, but not enough that you leave his lap. he pulls you even closer. "they have really good pancakes."

you're giggling now, carefree. "yeah?"

"chocolate chip ones."

"a healthy balanced breakfast."

he nods. "plus, good coffee."

"very important." your arms encircle his shoulders. "are you sure? 'cause i could just meet you there."

his thumb traces the soft edge of your jaw until you look at him. he wishes he could see the color of your eyes through this darkness. "i wanna see you in the morning."

you scoff, pushing at his chest. "no, you don't."

he surges up at the same moment he grabs you down. nick imagines this, every soft inch of you flush against some part of him, a laugh in your throat, but with the morning sun warming your skin, lighting you up. yes, he does. he wants to see you.