Hey there.

I own very little.

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I bit my cheek and leaned against Vaughn. We were on a date of sorts which involved a Harry Potter marathon started way too late in the evening, and frozen dinners. Prisoner of Azkaban was just finishing up and it was nearly 10:30 pm.

"I don't wanna go to work tomorrow..." I whined.

Vaughn sighed and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. "No one does, Chels," he said. I smiled, looking up at him our eyes met for a second before his face neared mine and his lips pushed tenderly against my nose. "Come on."

We both stood up and he led me to the door. I gave him a hug and when I let go he moved closer again, this time his eyes closed and time slowed. Our lips touched. It was slow and smooth. Finally, my and Vaughn's first kiss. When we parted I smiled up at Vaughn.

"Good night."

It didn't take long for morning to come after my head hit the pillow. Greeted with the murderous squeal of my new alarm clock, a little robot thing called 'Clocky.' Yeah, it has wheels and won't shut up until you find it rolling around on the floor. Thank you Mark! I figured he was sick of waking me up every morning for the better part of twenty years.

As per my new schedule, I had a shower, got dressed, ate breakfast,brushed my teeth and plopped down in front of my laptop with an hour to spare before I had to leave for work. Nice. I watched some cat videos to get in a better mood while alternatively lurking on Facebook and checking my e-mail. I had a half hour left.

Oh, man. Now what? I seriously had no idea what to do with all this time I now had on my hands. I considered having a nap, but knew that was a bit of a dumb idea as my naps lasted hours, not minutes.

Then it hit me, I had a boyfriend.

Well, we had never really verbally confirmed it, but after a few more than enjoyable dates and that kiss last night, I figured we were as good as.

I found myself at his door, knocking only two times before Vaughn opened the door.

"Morning," I said, putting on my best toothpaste ad smile.

He looked a little groggy, leaning against the door frame, smiling lazily at me. His hair was still mussed in the classic bed head, I wanted to run my fingers though the silvery locks.

"Morning," he said. His voice was throaty. He leaned down to my level and I met him in the middle. In the kiss I could taste his morning breath. Though a bit icky, it gave me a warm feeling in the pit of my stomach, like he was comfortable around me. I liked that. "Come in," he whispered when we parted.

I followed him into his flat, it was the first time I had been in his house. It was a near exact copy of my flat in layout, but the decor was far from 'Ikea chic' (as I liked to call my apartment style). A dark leather couch in the living room faced the flat screen TV, which was turned on to a music channel. A framed poster on the wall depicted a man who looked a heck of a lot like Vaughn on a bucking bronco. It was signed. The kitchen was pretty, well, bare. There was no sign use except for a coffee machine and a small pile of dishes in the sink.

"Want a coffee? Tea?" Vaughn asked, "Gin?"

"Coffee, please."

After our drinks, Vaughn offered to drive me to work and asked me to meet him downstairs so he could finish getting ready. I complied and headed downstairs at once.

We arrived at Petz in the nick of time and were headed into the store when Vaughn caught my arm. "Chels?"

"Yeah?"

"Remember when I asked you to meet my dad? I was wondering if we could do that this Saturday... Not to catch you off guard, but I told him you would meet then."

I looked at him oddly, this level of shyness was something I'd not seen in him. Vaugh always seemed so in control "Of course."

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Soo... yeah. Slowly but surely.