#I'm so glad these sillies are invading my brain again

[justanintrovertedweirdo]

I made some stupid stuff guys

[hrefna-the-raven]

Cloudy mornings and sweet bareness

This is a follow-up to First date - tell me more, tell me more and Black velvet dress :)

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Words: 1605

Summary: the famous morning after ;)

Warnings: nudity

Kelvin woke up to the sound of a pounding headache, the kind that feels like two jackhammers going off inside his skull. He cursed under his breath, vowing never to drink that much again. He slowly opened his eyes, blinded by the rays of sunshine invading his apartment and looked around, trying to piece together how he ended up still fully dressed on his couch instead of lying comfortably in his bed. He tried to sit up, but the room started spinning again, his head fell back and he groaned, pretty sure that he was going to throw up any second now. He prayed to whoever divine entity was listening to take off the excruciating pain when he heard a sudden knock on his front door. It was too loud, too much for his fragile brain to handle. He groaned and pulled his face in his hands, hoping whoever it was would just go away and leave him to die in peace. But the knocking persisted, growing louder and more insistent with each passing moment. Finally, he dragged himself off the couch and as he stumbled around towards the front door, one foot landed on the empty bottle he discarded so carelessly last night, rendering his body to the merciless gravity that pulled him down on the floor with a brutal force.

"Not this again", he mumbled with his face glued to the cold tiles.

"Robert?", a gentle female voice hesitantly resounded from the hallway outside.

He recognised it immediately, jumped up in panic and staggered towards the door, his hands rushing through his hair in a desperate attempt to not look like he just woke up half dead. He took a deep breath and opened the door and was immediately greeted by that big adorable smile of yours as you eagerly held up a paper bag in front of his face.

"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey", you chimed, your voice cheerful but husky.

He didn't know what to respond as his mind was currently away on a quest to find out how it as possible to have you standing at his front door with breakfast. Did he tell you where he lived yesterday? He couldn't remember any of that, but, in all fairness, he couldn't think of any reason for his brain to help him now, given that he persistently tried to drown it yesterday. He motioned you to enter and pointed towards the kitchen counter.

"Coffee?", he asked while closing the door.

You sank down on the stool at the counter, posing the bag and two paper cups on it.

"Genius me already thought of this", you giggled pointing at the cups, "don't take this personally T-Bird, but you look like shit.", your hand grabbed his arm, forcing him to turn around, your eyes inspecting his hungover expression, "I'm glad we agreed on breakfast this morning, the way you look, you definitely need my hangover cure."

You unpacked a big greasy sandwich from the bag and proudly held it up.

"Ed's eggs and bacon sandwich! Curing my hangovers since", you paused for a moment, faking a pondering expression, "well let's say a long time but definitely not long enough to make you think I'd be old."

Kelvin couldn't help but to smirk at your sweet attempt to cheer him up with silly jokes and took a big bite from the sandwich. It tasted like a piece of heaven packed between two bread slices, like a magic potion cursing through his body, reviving his wrecked body completely. This was exactly what he needed right now and happiness filled his heart at the thought of you being this caring and sweet to him. He glimpsed up from his food at you, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of you smiling at him while eating. The same kind of yesterday's black eyeliner contoured your eyes perfectly, highlighting your bright coloured irises beautifully like sparkling gemstones and then there was a dress again. It was different from the velvet one, it hang loose on your delicate frame, only emphasising the form of your breasts slightly without revealing anything, but it was enough to declare another war on his sanity and restraint.

"Like what you see, soldier?", the mocking tone of your voice tore him back to reality.

"It is my duty to assess the situation and analyse any possible threat before reacting", he calmly explained, the corners of his mouth twitching in a failing attempt to hide a grin.

You leaned closer to him, your eyes darting to his lips before fixing on his in a long relishing stare.

"And what threat could tiny innocent me possible pose for a well trained and, if I may say so, very handsome soldier like you", you paused for a second, "Rob?"

You moved a bit closer to him, Kelvin swallowed the lustful moan that threatened to escape his throat any minute and just when he thought you lean in to kiss him, he saw the cup move up to your lips and you took a sip of coffee, winking at him teasingly.

"Are you not only invading me in the morning but also flirting with me?", his raspy voice went straight to your core.

How could this man be so seductive and tempting while still acting casual with a hint of confusion?

"Well we agreed on meeting up today as you were quite drunk by the end of the evening and I was a bit worried about you", you confessed, your cheeks blushing rapidly, "so you practically invited me to invade."

Kelvin might have been sitting in his kitchen, having a discussion with a beautiful woman, but his mind moved elsewhere again, lost in the sudden surge of last night's memories flooding his thoughts. He stared at you dumbfounded with a blank expression, his lips parting at the shock of all the new information hitting at him at once. He remembered telling you about his work, how he passionately spent most of his free days working on his car and even where he lived. And then the words you whispered to him just before leaving finally emerged from the cloud of his drunken amnesia. He remembered the fondness in your voice as you told him that you would drop by and make sure he'd be okay and get him back to full energy with your secret weapon. The words echoed in his head like a never-ending refrain. He blinked in shock, his eyes swiftly darting down to his crotch, recalling the disaster that unfolded on his couch before he succumbed to the drunken lullaby of blissful sleep.

"I..uhm...I need to take a shower", his fingers fumbled nervously at the cup, his eyes trying everything possible to avoid you, "I feel kinda disgusting, still wear the same clothes and uhm...", he jumped up and hurried towards the bathroom, "be right back!"

You cackled, taking another sip from your coffee before you looked around for a trash can to discard the empty wrapping paper and cups. The creaking of the bathroom door caught your attention and your curiosity took over as you peaked around the corner. In the rush to get rid of last night's dried up cum uncomfortably and painfully gluing his boxers to his pubic hair, Kelvin forgot to give the door another push as it would otherwise hang ajar, not enough to get a full glance at the entire bathroom but just enough so you could spy him through the crack. Your lips parted, forming a surprise Oh as your eyes where fixed on Kelvin stripping down his underwear, revealing his well formed and definitely well trained butt.

"Holy mother of", was all that escaped your lips in a faint whisper as you couldn't prevent yourself from staring, still holding the trash in hand as your foot pressed on the pedal kept the lid of the trashcan hanging open in suspense.

A faint breeze alarmingly blew gently on the skin of his backside caused a flash of anxiety in Kelvin. The door! His mind scolded him as he turned around very slowly as if a part of him irrationally believed to become invisible when moving achingly slow. His eyes scanned the living room through the crack of the door, landing on your shocked frame. You gulped heavily at the sight of Kelvin's fully exposed front. Your eyes wandered down his well shaped body, taking a mental note of every defined muscle along the way until they suddenly landed on his groin.

"Bullseye", you mumbled, still unable to avert your grace at the delicious sight of the stark naked soldier, for whom you started harboring feelings for, in front of you.

Kelvin let out a panicked shriek and kicked the door shut. The sudden bang of it snapping shut, ripped you out of your trance like state, noticing only now that your hand had let go of the trash which was not lying at your feet. You cleaned up the floor and hurried back to the kitchen corner, contemplating about running away in a desperate attempt to avoid the uncomfortable conversation this incident would entail while the heat crept up your cheeks. You expected Kelvin to be in shape and look deliciously good under those tight clothes but the unmasked image of reality that presented itself to you, surpassed everything your dirty mind could have come up with. Despite feeling ashamed and mentally scolding you for shamelessly staring at him, you felt like you might hit the jackpot with this one, that is if what just happened didn't ruin all your chances with this charmingly sweet man.

Part 4: Kiss me, you fool

Part 5: Waiting in the wings

Part 6: You're only falling now? (18+)