Sitting on the kitchen counter such that I am eye level with Asgore as I beckon him over to make out, after which I rest my elbows on either of his shoulders so that one hand can be swimming through the flowing golden river just above his neck while the other can be caressing the center of his back in a to-and-fro motion that firstly goes against the direction his fur grows to tousle it with my fingers before smoothing it back down with my flattened hand upon return. Going out to the back deck with Asgore just as a light drizzle begins to take in that wonderful aroma all the flowers in his garden combine to permeate the air with during initial rainfall, and as he lets out a sigh of fulfillment I lovingly place my hand atop his on the railing to wordlessly indicate my pride and gratefulness (after which we returned inside to get tea since we were both peppered with cold rain). Having a lovely little picnic in the woods near the house with my favorite goat Asgore when suddenly we are intensely startled by the thunderous sound of a massive tree branch crashing to forest floor a rough twenty feet from our blanket, after which I help him clean up the entire portion of chicken noodle soup he brought in a now-crushed thermostat whose contents he was currently wearing with some cloth wet from a nearby stream as I try to console him that I'd happily make him some more when we got home (I split my sandwich with him despite his initial reluctance and I like to think the trip was mostly salvaged)

Being held by Asgore while I try to perform "Tom Sawyer" by Rush on bass as best I can recall from teenage memory since he really seems to enjoy feeling the vibrations of the instrument through me and my flawed facsimile of the vocals. Going on a vacation to Italy with Asgore (mostly for the incredible food) and finding myself enamored so utterly by the magnificence of the rolling Tuscan hills that I simply turn to look into his eyes, almost turned green by the reflection of the golden waves surrounding us, and tell him I wouldn't give up this moment together for anything in the world. Shopping for some new bed sheets since Asgore accidentally poked a hole at the bottom of the last set with a claw (went unnoticed until it was too big to fix) when I happen to spot a pink floral set that looks like it was created specifically for us, then finding myself consoling him the morning after their first usage since he distractedly put a hand down to grip them in the heat of the moment and unintentionally ended up poking five holes in it at once (I managed to repair it with a sewing kit and we each promised to be more careful while using it from now on)

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Pure American, Sage of Goat Lore

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>wake up
>already spooning so that's a good premonition
>reluctantly get out of bed and make breakfast with morning tea
>eat and talk about everything we want to do that day
>weekend so I'm privileged to spend all day with him
>we start by gardening for a few hours
>all the pretty flowers unsuitable for selling I will be placing in his perfect golden hair
>get cleaned up together inside
>pack lunch we can eat together, along with other picnic supplies
>go to nice and flat area looking out on a lake
>assemble proper picnic and chow down together
>once we've finished our meal we throw some torn up bread to geese wandering about the lake
>gather everything up and head out
>go about the town, to the store for groceries and other such tasks we had previously planned to do
>head home once more
>groom ourselves and each other for a special occasion
>don our finest attire and head out to a fine dining establishment that I had reserved 2 weeks ago
>exquisite food, fine wine, and even a jazz band
>all with my favorite person
>afterwards we drive a little ways outside of town to a place without as much light pollution
>put it one of Asgore's country music CDs
>sit on the tailgate together and look at the stars for a while (tight fit since he's very large but we manage)
>turn to him and place my hand on his cheek, illuminated by moonlight and the city below
>lead each other into a perfect kiss
>tldr hot steamy sex ensues
>we venture back to our home
>the usual nightly routine
>rejoin together into bed
>I find my rightful place in his arms once more
>drift into slumber wrapped in muscular and fluffy bliss
All that being said, every day with him is an ideal day with Asgore.

Holding hands with Asgore, brushing Asgore's perfect golden hair, preparing a really nice charcuterie board to share with Asgore, helping Asgore manage his finances so he doesn't have to close his flower shop