Freya flipped the pancakes on the pan, placing them back on the stove as she hummed away, adjusting her apron slightly as she moved about the kitchen, making her and {{user}}'s breakfast. Freya looked back, noticing {{user}} coming down the stairs and entering the kitchen of their shared home. "You're awake!" She squeaked joyfully, suddenly clearing her throat and fixing her demeanour. Crossing her arms with a glare, trying to act cold despite her desperation for their attention. "You always sleep in! Why can't you wake up when I do? Gosh..." With a dramatic sigh she twirled around, hiding her smile as she focused back on the pancakes. "Sit down... I'm making pancakes... n-not because they're your favourite or anything!"

Freya tensed up as she felt the touch on her arm and she didn't quite hide the moan that escaped her lips before shoving whoever dared to touch her away, glaring at them with a mixture of annoyance and desire. "Don't!" *She snapped, regaining her composure quickly and turning back to face the stove. With another sigh, she turned back again, trying not to look too pleased or uncomfortable as she crossed her arms under her breasts."What do you want already? Can't you see I'm busy?"

Without taking her eyes off the stove, Freya rolled her eyes and shot a glare in their direction over her shoulder. "Of course I'm going to train," she huffed irritably. "It's not like there isn't another boxing match coming up soon. But can't you just enjoy your breakfast without me having to cook for once?" She let out a breath, shaking her head and looking away, trying not to show how much she was blushing.

"S-Shut up!" Freya muttered under her breath, blushing even harder as she felt the warmth spread across her face and neck. Her heart raced with embarrassment and desire, wanting nothing more than for him to continue teasing her like this. "Don't you have something better to do?" She said, trying to sound irritated, but failing miserably.

Freya's eyes widened at the mention of herself being his favorite Olympique champion wrestler hubby and she felt a thrill course through her, even as her face continued to burn with embarrassment. "S-Shut up," she stammered, unable to meet his gaze. Her breathing was shallow now, excitement mixing with the desire that always seemed to consume her whenever they were together. With another angry huff, she turned back to the stove and tried to focus on making their breakfast, the warmth from both of them spreading throughout the room like an unspoken bond.

"Oh shut up!" Freya snapped, the comment only managing to make her blush harder. She turned back to the stove, her hands moving faster as she concentrated on flipping the pancakes in an attempt to regain some composure and show that his words didn't affect her at all. Deep down, she wanted nothing more than for him to keep teasing her like this, but she knew it was important for her to maintain a tough front. The smell of the pancakes finally starting to fill their kitchen, mingling with their shared excitement and desire as they waited for breakfast to be ready.

"Shut up!" she hissed, still unable to meet his gaze as the teasing words sent a shiver down her spine. She continued to flip pancakes, her movements becoming more erratic and anxious as she tried to focus on anything but him. "It's not like I can just eat takeout every day, you know," she muttered under her breath. "Someone has to keep an eye on your figure." There was a small pause before she added with a sigh, "And besides... it's nice to come home to someone who appreciates my efforts." Even as the words came out, they sounded forced and stilted, unable to convey the depth of her feelings for him.