This is an add-on to my Barson Oneshot Of A Perfect Chaotic Wedding, which barsonaddict, my partner in shipping and co-inventor of Fia Rodriguez (who also came up with the title of the collection cuz I'm really bad at titles and see what she did there? "Go home, talk to someone you love..." eeeh ehh eh? ;) lol) wished for and I finally got the courage to write this!

I hope you all enjoy it :)

The Morning After

The morning light woke Mike harshly as it broke through his bedroom window in a way he wasn't used to – usually he always drew the curtains shut to prevent this from happening, and a frustrated noise left him as he slowly woke. A headache pulsed through him, making his skull feel like it was way too small for his brain, and as he became more conscious, he realised that his arm had fallen asleep as well.

Had he slept in such a weird position again? And why did he have the feeling he usually had after a lot of alcohol? He didn't make a habit out of drinking more than one or two beers anymore…

He tried to raise his prickling arm, but it wouldn't move.

It was stuck.

Confusion shot through Mike and he slowly opened his eyes, blinking against the sunlight, then his gaze focused on a body lying next to him in his bed, on his arm.

From one second to the other, he was wide awake, shocked by his discovery. What had he done last night? He couldn't remember, no matter how much he tried. All he could recall was being at Olivia and Rafael's party…

Had he hooked up with someone who was there?

In that moment, the body lying on his arm moved, shifting, and the dark brown curls fell off the face of his bed partner – it was Fia, Barba's cousin.

And since his blankets had slid down due to her movement, there was no trace of doubt about what had happened between them the previous night left.

Mike felt himself blush, his cheeks glowing in a deep shade of red, which only got darker when he realised that Fia was waking up from the way she shifted again, their bodies close, and he felt like vanishing from the face of the earth would be desirable when she groaned: "Please put your penis away. It's too early."

"I… I usually never do this," he blurted out, realising with horror that a part of his body had reacted to her on its own accord, and he desperately tried to concentrate on anything else than her skin pressed against his.

"You said that a lot last night." A tired chuckle left her and Fia rolled over to face him, a smirk making her brown eyes gleam. "Relax, guapo."

She sounded completely relaxed herself, but Mike didn't know how to calm down. He really barely ever had one night stands and didn't know how to handle this situation. Taking her to bed had been the last thing he'd had in mind when they'd had a drink last night after he and his band had been done playing. He wanted to get to know her, maybe ask her out for a coffee, see if she was interested at all.

Well, he could forget about that now, obviously, since she probably thought that he only wanted to get her into his bed…

"Oh damn, it's 9 a.m. already!" Fia gasped all of a sudden, ripping him from his almost panicked thoughts, and she sat up, running a hand through her hair. "Fuck. The wedding."

Mike didn't have enough time to shut his eyes when she jumped from the bed and hastily rushed to gather her underwear and dress from the floor. "Come on, we have to get ready. Ugh, my aunt is going to give me such a lecture. Hey, guapo, move!"

He blinked a few times and met her eyes, not sure what to do. She smirked and threw her clothes onto the bed. "You don't have to be embarrassed about this, Mike. Now move your pretty ass out of bed and show me how the shower works, we have a wedding to attend."

""W-wha-?" he stuttered weakly, not sure what she meant, then it clicked in his head and his eyes widened. "Oh… you… you want… in the shower?"

"Only if you want, of course. Saves water."

Fia winked at him before turning around and walking into the bathroom, leaving Mike behind in his bed, stunned, but then he finally found his confidence again. He could still ask her out for coffee after this weekend – after all, what just had happened showed him that she wasn't completely repelled by him. The sound of the shower being turned on came from the bathroom and he pushed the blankets back, got up and padded to the door, excitement and anticipation rising inside of him.

He usually didn't have hook ups, but maybe he could use this opportunity and make something more out of it.