Richard had tied an apron over his uniform and was standing with the refrigerator open, checking what could be cooked from the available food items.

"Hey, what's this?" He took out a bowl, curiously examining the omelette like stuff on it.

"That's tofu," she replied, "my go to meal when I'm too lazy to cook anything."

"No wonder you're so delicate. I suspect you eat this much more often than actual food."

"Hey, it is food, okay?" She took the bowl from him but placed a piece of tofu in his mouth, "and it's delicious."

"Oh I get it now, these are fake eggs!" His blue eyes twinkled in amusement, "BB used to make them for breakfast."

"And pray do tell who's BB?"

"Beast Boy," he answered, "he was a member of the Teen Titans, a group of friends I lived with when I had left Gotham and settled in Jump City. Ah, the good old days..."

She smiled at him, "so what are we making tonight?"

"Except for sweet sweet love?"

"Grayson!"

"Have I ever told you how adorable you look when you blush?" Richard had a playful smirk on his face as he affectionately pinched her nose.

"And have I ever told you that you've gotten much bolder than you used to be?"

He winked at her mischievously, "you make me a whole new person when I'm with you."

"Though I must admit that the thought of having a hot cop in my kitchen was weird enough but now I have Officer Grayson wearing an apron over his uniform cooking dinner for me."

"Thank your luck, sweetheart, people don't normally get to experience such a limited edition offer."

"Definitely."

He flashed her a brilliant smile as he laid down the vegetables on the counter, "and this is why I sometimes think you must be a vegetarian. The only thing I can think of making with these is a salad."

"Russian Salad," she tossed him a variety of sauces and mayonnaise.

"You do realize that I'm starving right now and just salad for dinner is not going to be sufficient, right?"

She laughed at his remark, "you would have a full course meal afterwards so what's the fuss?"

His eyes widened in surprise, "ah Sayuri, I never knew you would ever say that!"

"Well you're not the only one who happens to have a certain sense of humor. By the way, the uniform looks good on you."

He shrugged, "ah this? Frankly speaking, I hate wearing it but then we have a strict code at work which all of us have to follow so..."

"Why? You look delectable."

"In case you don't know, I look delectable in almost anything I wear."

"Cocky much?"

"Flirty much?"

Leaving the sauces and vegetables, he came towards her easily lifting her up to the breakfast counter while trapping her in by standing in front of her.

"Though I would rather have the full course meal right now," he mumbled, capturing her lips with his in a kiss.

"Easy there, Tiger," she breathed, heartbeat racing as he left a trail of kisses down her neck.

"No can do for now, I already told you I am starving."

***

"So instead of eating, we did end up making love," Richard remarked lifting his head from the pillow and turning to face her, "I told you we should have ordered something."

She replied in a faint murmur which he failed to decipher.

"What did you say?"

"Shut up Grayson," she mumbled, trying to hide deep into the bedsheets, though a lazy smile danced on her face, "and let me sleep."

He pulled back the sheet and lifted her hair from her face, placing a kiss on her cheek. "But I'm hungry."

She turned over, grabbing his shoulders and moving him so that she was on top of him.

"You're craving dessert now, are you?" Sayuri asked, grey eyes dancing in amusement.

It seemed as if he was mesmerized by her as his hand reached up, entangling in her messy brown tresses. "There might be only one way to describe how you look to me right now."

"Sleepy?" she suggested.

"Ethereal," he replied, "so so beautiful that it seems otherworldly."

"Ah stop flattering me, Grayson," she laughed.

His finger traced the curve of her lips delicately, "and this laugh... Enchanting."

His blue eyes seemed starstruck as if bedazzled by her beauty and even his voice was full of emotion.

"If you're so bent on serenading me with compliments, then go on. I'm listening."

A smile spread on his face when she bent down to kiss him but pulled apart almost immediately as if teasing him for more.

"And your kisses... Breathtaking. So addictive that they leave me craving for more."

"And?" She raised an eyebrow as if waiting for him to shower her with more compliments.

"What do I get in return?"

"Your dessert."

"I don't think I have to keep serenading you for compliments in order to be worthy of that."

Her smile widened as she teasingly kissed him again but instead of letting her pull apart like before, he pulled her down kissing her back passionately.

About half an hour later she finally pushed him off the bed, "get up now, I need breakfast."

"Allow me..."

"No, I'd do so myself since you, Officer Grayson, get distracted way too easily and in the end there's nothing to eat."

"Hey, are you mad at me for that?" He looked at her managing an adorably innocent expression on his face such that it made her laugh.

"Aw of course not," she threw his shirt at him, "now button up and come out in five minutes."

"You sure? Won't you prefer to have me shirtless?"

She shook her head laughing, "and what if Tim decided to drop by for breakfast?"

"On second thoughts, yes you're right. I'll be out in five, just like you want me to."

"Good," she tied her robe around her as she stepped out.

"And what do you have to say for your attire, provided that Tim did turn up for breakfast?"

She turned to face him, a playful smile dancing on her lips, "I know he won't. He's still grounded, right?"

"Hey...!"

"Not a second more than five minutes, Grayson," she called back as she had left for the kitchen already, "or else, I'll eat your share too."

***