Sunday morning

"Wake up, wake uuuup!"
Ceci's dulcit tones rouse you awake, piercing through the white noise of rain tapping on the bedroom window.
You groan from being awoken, rubbing the sleep from your eyes in a dazed state.
"Don't groan. I made you something!"
You turn to look at Ceci, curious as to why she was so chipper.
Ceci stood by the bedside holding two identical mugs eminating the distinct steamy vapour of freshly made tea.
She stood before you wearing nothing but one of your work shirts. Only the lowest button had been done up, hiding her most sensitive module, however very little else was left to the imagination.
The lamplight unmasked the shadow of her small and delicate frame from under the swaddling cloth, the opened halves of the shirt allowed you to admire her smooth, bare chest and belly that you could not help but lap up with your gaze. Two small mounds on her chest were just barely visible providing a tantalising tease that kicked you into gear better than any alarm.
Ceci looked down with a knowing grin.
"It's not like I went to all this effort to make this for you or anything..."
She put on puppy dog eyes and pouted, weaponising her adorable demeanour.
You reach out and she hands you the warm mug with a beaming smile.
Ceci puts hers on the bedside table and subsequently leaps into the bed with you, making herself comfortable by cuddling up as close as she can to your side, sharing skin, and resting her head on your naked chest.
You take a sip of the brew and with your other hand slowly trace her figure with your finger from her hips up, painting a picture of her slender body in a soft touch. She giggles as you finally rest your hand on her messy hair, stroking and petting her with a gentle carress that elicits an ever tightening cuddle; her chest reacts with a mechanical buzz on every stroke of your hand.
What could be better on a lazy Sunday morning?