Breakfast Together by TheBrokenCOG
The Sun shined through her bedroom window as Applejack awoke to the smell of buttermilk pancakes. With a groan, she stretched, dragged herself out of bed and followed the aroma downstairs to the kitchen.

"Well, good mornin', Sugah," she said to her man.

"Good morning to you, too," he smiled in reply.

Spike had come down for breakfast many mornings and seen Applejack dressed in one of his shirts, or an apron—and nothing else—standing in front of the stove, flipping bacon and scrambling eggs. Her honey blonde hair falling freely down her back, stopping just above her rear. He would come up behind her, wrap his arms around her waist, just below her breasts, and nuzzle her neck. Then he would pick her up, swing her around, and kiss her heartily on the lips. He would gaze deeply into her eyes and playfully brush his nose against hers.

But today, he had gotten up earlier than her and was determined to pay her back. AJ had to hand it to her new husband, he knew his way around the kitchen. And that wasn't all he knew how to do: he folded and ironed the laundry, fixed the crack in the rain gutter, plus he gave the best massages.

Normally, she was used to having a stack of pancakes crowned with a dab of butter and smothered in maple syrup. But today, Spike wanted to give his wife something a little extra, something special: whipped cream and chocolate chips.

"Help yourself," he told her. "I made plenty."

She did… and they were some of the best pancakes she'd ever had.

After pouring himself a glass of orange juice, Spike sat down across from his beautiful bride and Applejack's eyes softened as she extended a leg beneath the table to stroke against one of his. Applejack volunteered to clean up, saying it was the least she could do for such wonderful cooking.

After breakfast, they would feed the animals, pick apples in the orchard and clean the homestead.

Being married sure was great.