You woke up with a stir, the sun's light was glowing though the openings of the curtains. You extended out one arm while the other was occupied as a pillow for the half awake stallion under your chin.
He felt you move and he pressed his lips to your neck in response, "Good Morning."
It came out deep and groggy, you repressed the urge to shudder at it. He then followed it with a drawn out yawn, it seemed as Fancy wanted to rest for a while longer. You rested your arm back wrapped around his soft frame.
"Go back to sleep." You told him, Fancy wanted to comply yet once he was up, he was unable to rest. He only nuzzled closer to your chest, wanting more of your warmth. You scratched lightly at the back of his head, threading your fingers through his wavy locks. He sighed out of relaxation, "Just a few more minutes?"
Even with him asking, you felt he was getting antsy. You knew he had to start his morning routine. So you let him out of your grasp, rising from his bed an stretched. Cracking out whatever ached before going to pull open the curtains, letting Celestia's sun flood the room.
Fancy listened to his 'alarm clock', sprawling out his front hooves to his back, almost catlike to you. The stallion moved to the other edge of the bed. He slowly let one hoof hit the floor then followed with the other three, brushing back his bangs that fell in front of his eyes. He turned around to wait on you. You started your morning shift of your job, you led him out of his room to the bathroom.
Fancy was the only one you've ever known to take cold showers, he says they wake him fully. You understood that but it was sometimes hard to deal with when you're the one washing him. Including having to feel the cold water on your skin as well, he did insist on you being undressed during your shift.
He admitted to you he had 'enjoyed the view' and since he hired you, it let him to be selfish about certain parts of the job.
You absolutely did not mind at all.
If anything you were only embarrassed by being ogled at by his shameless eyes. Whenever he was facing in front for you to clean his face or horn, it gave him the opportunity to get 'handsy', touching your skin or whatever he could get his hooves on. You never opposed to it. You loved feeling his soft polished hooves on your skin, being curious about every single inch of you. It only made it difficult to focus on your work, therefor more determined. You knew he liked that.
After you both dried off, you dressed him in his signature suit. Every time you dressed him you thought it was cute, well in your case it's because you'll always see him as a small animal. A pony getting put in a suit was the equivalent of putting a puppy in clothing for you. You couldn't help petting his head after the thought.The pout you got made you smile. You finished up by pulling the ends of his bowtie, getting up from your kneeling position to fetch his monocle.
"Have any plans for today, Anon?" You heard him ask.
You gave it some thought as you grabbed the accessory off the nightstand. You returned to him, back on one knee to attach the wire to the inside of his jacket. You did think about finally heading into town to get a softer brush for Fancy. He's starting to complain recently about it and you kept putting it off, may as well do it today.
"Not that I'm aware of, might head into the city sometime later. Why? Did you have something in mind?" You questioned with an arched brow. Fancy adjusted his monocle til he was comfortable seeing through it.
"I'll be arriving earlier than usual after work, maybe we can go out to dinner?" That sounded nice, something about the idea made you feel a lingering warmth in your chest. You smiled softly as you nodded.
"Then it's a date."
You two went to settle in the dining room, Fancy sat at the head of the table and you did so right beside him. One of Fancy's maids, Porcelain, stepped into the room with a serving cart. She placed down two coffee mugs and a newspaper in the table.
"Good morning, Porcelain." Fancy said as he brought the bitter black coffee to his lips. She smiled to him, slightly bowing her head.
"Good morning, sir." and she bowed to you, offering you anything in your coffee or breakfast. You accepted some sugar but declined to food, you weren't usually hungry in the morning. Fancy put aside his cup to pick up the newspaper in his aura. You decided to ask something that came across your mind.
"Do you think you're fine for the coffee date tomorrow?"
Fancy didn't take his eyes away from the paper. "Course I am, you'll be there with me. Though I will ask not calling it a date, might not want to try your luck on not putting me on edge."
You knew he was joking yet decided not to pry anyways. You held the warm mug in your hands and thought to yourself. It was interesting that Fancy was able to get over his fears of his ex lover. Maybe he realized she wasn't as awful as he spoke of in his drinking binges.. or was it something else?
Could it be that he pushed back those thoughts to make amends or give a second chance to someone he used to care for and..
You shook your head away at that. You didn't like to overthink sometimes, you wanted to end those thoughts. With that he finished his drink, he stood up from his chair and gave you a smile.
"I'll be off then. Be seeing you later on today." You waved him off as he descended the stairs.
It almost made you miss him already.