"A Morning of Intimacy"

As the morning sun peeked through the windows, Peach gently got out of bed, careful not to disturb Mario. She smiled to herself, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. She walked over to her dresser and pulled out a soft, white robe, slipping it on and tying the belt around her waist. Mario watched her, his eyes half-closed, as she headed out of the bedroom, her bare feet padding softly on the floor. "I'll be right back," she whispered, her voice husky with sleep. A while passed, and Mario drifted in and out of a light sleep, his ears perked up to the sounds of Peach moving around downstairs. He could hear the sizzle of bacon, the crackle of eggs, and the gentle hum of the coffee maker. His stomach growled in anticipation. Just as he was starting to doze off again, he heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. Peach's voice called out, "Breakfast is ready!" Mario's eyes snapped open, and he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Peach entered the room, a tray held high, laden with a stack of fluffy pancakes, crispy bacon, and a steaming cup of coffee. She smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement, as she placed the tray on Mario's lap. "Good morning," she said, her voice husky with sleep. Mario's eyes widened in delight as he took in the spread before him. "Mmm, it looks amazing," he said, his stomach growling in anticipation. Peach smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. She slipped off her robe, revealing her bare skin underneath, and climbed back into bed beside Mario. She snuggled up close to him, and they both dug in, savoring the warm, fluffy pancakes and crispy bacon. As they ate, they chatted and laughed, enjoying each other's company in the quiet morning hours. The warm sunlight streaming through the windows cast a golden glow over the room, and the scent of fresh coffee and baked goods filled the air. Mario wrapped his arm around Peach, pulling her close as they ate. "This is the perfect way to start the day," he said, his voice filled with contentment. Peach smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'm glad you think so," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. As they finished their breakfast, Peach leaned in close, her lips brushing against Mario's. "I think we should make this a regular thing," she whispered, her voice husky with sleep. Mario smiled, his heart full of emotion. "I'd like that," he said, his voice filled with conviction. And with that, they settled in for a lazy morning in bed, enjoying each other's company, and the warmth of their newfound love.