Mick hums at the kiss, stroking his hand through her soft hair. "Y'know, I think we did," he agrees. After a few more moments of comfortable quiet, Mick kisses her forehead. "Stay comfy. I'll make us some breakfast."

Because if there's one thing Mick excels at in the kitchen, it's breakfast. Plenty of starch, grease and coffee to fight off any lingering hangover.