Heaven, Willow found was warm, and smelled faintly of pine. Sleepily she listened to the steady rhythmic thrum of Tyler's heartbeat as the only movement found was from the steady synchronous rise and fall of their chests. Though she was loath to move, she did want to nuzzle closer to her lover, which was when she caught the subtle upturn of his lips. He wasn't asleep either. Willow had thought he'd pull her close, but was pleasantly surprised when instead he snaked his hand betwixt her thighs. So that's how he wanted to play, grinding her hip back she smirked when she heard his hiss.

"Willow-tree! Time to wake up and greet the sun!" came her mother's sing-song voice. Willow silently showed her own regret, as she pulled away from what would have been a heavenly way to wake.

By far the worst thing about still living with her mother. She pulled herself up to stretch, Tyler could hopefully sneak out the way he'd come and - "And make sure you bring Tyler down for breakfast! It would be nice to finally meet the young man who's spent so much time under my roof!"

Willow groaned into her hands, her face tomato red, she was sure her mom - as wily as any fox, wore a grin to match as she made her way back to the kitchen.

Like they were guilty teens instead of guilty twenty-somethings, they quickly pulled on their cloths, and went to face the music.

It wasn't a grin, but a smirk, that her mom wore as they sat side-by-side at the small breakfast table, her mom dishing up hashbrowns.

Hashbrowns dished, eggs next, a tower of toast brought over next. Willow was resigned to sit there in an awkward, uncomfortable silence as her mom grilled her boyfriend.

Instead, her wily mom asks, "When are my grand kids due?"

"Mo-ther!" Willow sputters and shrieks.