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The room is dark, no early morning light pierces through the cracks in Ryan's bedroom curtains, which meant it was another crappy sunless winters day. He lifts his head up glancing at the clock beside his bed before letting his head drop with a sigh back to the comforting softness of his pillow. Sleep threatens to take hold again and Ryan gives in relaxing into the warmth that is the in between stage of awake and sleep.
Images waft through his hazy thoughts from the night before…dinner…wine…walking…Daniel…the kiss…
Holy shit the kiss, he sits bolt upright his thoughts running a mile a minute. He rubs his face with the palms of his hands trying to clear all the thoughts to make some sort of sense of them. Inadvertently he glances to his right, just to reassure himself things didn't go quite that far. The empty bed is answer enough. Slightly disappointed he tugs the covers away and removes himself from the warmth of the bed. The cold air hits him immediately and he glances down…much to his surprise he finds himself in only his boxers. Looking round quickly he tries to make the panic subside and grabs a hoodie out of his draw and his pyjama pants, which are still suspiciously folded on the end of his bed.
Determined not to find any deeper meaning to why he was only in his boxers, he makes his way into the living room turning on the heating on the way. An article of clothing diverts his attention and with a look of half amazement and pure shock he slowly reaches a hand forward and prods it with his finger…phheww…its just a sock…nothing inconspicuous about a sock now was there.
Quietly he continues his trek to the kitchen. He glances at the couch containing Marissa under a mound of blankets. Next to her Ryan spots another incriminating article of clothing…his tie strewn on the lamp…one tie isn't exactly an important article of clothing…he resumes walking now anxious for a coffee.
Pain shoots up his leg and he hunches over inspecting his now stubbed toe. He looks accusingly at the cause, silently cursing every profanity under the sun. He hobbles on and makes it into the kitchen without causing any more great scenes. The site of the coffee pot is promise enough that the day can only get better, and with eager hands he lifts the pot up. A great sigh erupts from him and he bangs the empty pot down onto the counter loudly, wincing at the remembrance of the sleeping body near by. He shuffles over to the cupboard that houses the coffee container and hunches over searching round with his hand to find the familiar shape without having to use his eyes. Finally victorious he clutches the coffee to his chest and gives the cupboard door a shove to shut it….realising to late that Marissa is still asleep, he quickly puts his foot in between the door and the cupboard.
It rams shut against his stubbed toe it bounces back and forth a few times before coming to a silent rest. Ryan opens his eyes which he had shut so he didn't have to watch the pain being inflicted and inspects his battered toe mournfully. The only good thing he takes from this loss of feeling in his toe is that he successfully managed to stop the cupboard banging. And now reflecting upon the gallant decision to stick his toe in the between the door, he comes to the conclusion that it really wasn't worth it…I mean Marissa had to get up some time or another right?
Snapping out of his thoughts he quickly turns on the tap at the sink and fills the pot with water. On replacing the filter his elbow catches the coffee sitting innocuously on the counter and drops the filter into the sink in with a clatter.
Unfortunately this noise cannot be muffled and the clatter echo's round the apartment, shortly followed by a moan from under the blankets of the couch. He moves quickly to the doorway watching Marissa roll round a bit before coming to rest her eyes still closed. When he turns around, it is only to discover the contents of the coffee container he knocked over, pouring from the bench onto the floor scattering coffee everywhere. Staring at the coffee remains all over the floor, he begins to seriously contemplate going back to bed.
A suppressed giggle startles Ryan and he turns round to face a smirking Marissa, bed hair and all…or was it couch hair…
He smiles at her uncertainly unable to define a single emotion that he's feeling just by looking at her. Things were kinda up in the air until they sought some kind of conformation of their current standings. He runs a hand through his hair.
"I wasn't that loud was I?", he smirks and moves over to the bench standing up the coffee container.
Marissa follows him, leaning her back on the bench and crossing her arms in front of her.
"Well lets just say, the good 'ole neighbourhood watch next door, Mrs Boston may have something to say when you see her next"
Ryan diverts his stare to the floor remembering the awkward scene last night that Mrs Boston had caused. Threatening to call the police if 'you young hoodalums don't quit your moaning and groaning', it had taken a bit of talking to convince Mrs Boston that they actually lived next door to her and weren't 'young hoodalums', but had just got carried away. All this chatter brought out Ryan's other neighbour Mr. Nelson….turned out Mr Nelson carried a bit of a torch for Mrs Boston and Ryan and Marissa had both returned into the apartment severely disturbed by the realisation that Mrs Boston was not infact a Mrs, but a Miss….the noises that had elicited from the hall were not ones that either Ryan or Marissa were eager to hear again. It had almost killed the mood….almost but not quite…
"So do you think Mrs Boston and Mr Nelson had a good night", he inquires innocently
"God I hope not", she screws her face up obviously not wanting to imagine
He smirks placing the coffee pot back beside the toaster. And reaches out to pick up the filter from the sink, apparently Marissa had the same idea though and their hands meet on the filter, Marissas on Ryans. They both stare at their touching hands for a second before looking at each other. Ryan automatically moves closer drawn in by Marissas intense gaze. Her eyes dart to his lips fleetingly and she gives his hand a gentle squeeze. A loud crash against the wall makes them both jump and the moment is lost.
"Looks like their nights not over", she says suggestively
"Please, no visuals like that this early in the morning", he moans loudly and he tries to push aside the disappointment that's flooding through him.
"So I'm afraid no coffee this morning", he says clearing his throat noisily
"Hmm" she groans "That's not exactly the best way to start the morning"
"Well I'm sorry but apparently today I have no control over my bodily movements and that includes every process of making coffee"
She laughs and shakes her head "Well I spose all we should clean up the floor and then…" she glances at the clock above the fridge "…it'll be off to work"
He peeks a glance sideways at her unsure whether to mention more about the things that had gone on last night. All rational thought leaves his mind as Marissa gets down on her hands and knees to look under the sink. She glances up and raises her eyebrows at him almost daring him to do something.
He takes a step forward uncertainly, but then crosses his arm and lets out a nervous cough.
"You go get changed I'll….clean up this….you'll probably just end up somehow with the entire kitchen covered"
Ryan turns round and glances back shaking his head at her giggling form.
"Right are you ready….or shall I just leave now in the hope of actually making to work in time", Ryan moans restlessly from the armchair, where he has been waiting for Marissa to come out of the bathroom for the past 10 minutes.
"Jeeez alright I'm ready. I was only like 5 minutes do you know how long I ususally am?"
"Yes because last time you took like half an hour, that's why I was so concerned", he rises from the arm chair relieved.
Her mouth drops open "I was not half an hour"
"Come on, come on" he ushers her out the door.
"I don't know why you even waited for me, its not like we are travelling in the same car"
"I….just thought it….would be nice….you know"
"Oh you did, did you" she replies coyly watching as he turns the key in the lock
"Umm….yeah", he pockets the key and walks on to catch up with her. "Soooo….I'll see you at home tonight?"
"I think there is a high probability you will", she grins and they turn the corner to the elevators. She gives the down button a severe whack and the doors open.
"So hows everything at the Newport Group?….and my replacement doing hows she doing, has my mother taken a shine to her yet?"
"Oh yeah they're like this" he crosses his fingers to demonstrate
"Good…. good"
"But you know…things are pretty much the same. Receptionists crying, people gossiping"
The elevator dings open and they walk out of the entrance towards their cars. Ryan pushes the button on the his key chain to unlock the car and turns to face Marissa.
"Alright then I guess I'll see you later", he leans in and kisses her softly, her lips inviting him closer. He runs his hands gently down her back, savouring the closeness.
They pull apart gently resting their foreheads together for a moment.
"That was a nice goodbye" she whispers softly and he nods his head gently up and down against hers.
"I could definitely do that every morning….and evening…and lets not forget lunchtime, morning tea, afternoon tea and all those other snack times in between…"
"Alright don't push it" she grins and steps back waving a final farewell.
It only hits them both half way to work how easily they had slipped into the couple routine. Maybe being together wasn't really that hard….in fact it was probably easier than just being friends…..
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