When Callie's eyes creaked open, she could hear the gentle chorus of deep breathing and gentle snores from the other bodies in the room. Sam's arms were still wrapped around her, his face pressed between her shoulder blades. His warm breath tickled her skin and as a yawn stretched her features.

"Morning," came Shinso's voice from somewhere in the dimly lit room.

Through a gap in the heavy, velvet curtains, Callie made out the bright, white clouds of an overcast day.

"Good morning," she replied drowsily, propping herself upright and searching for Shinso's body in the dull light.

As her eyes adjusted to the gloom, she spotted the violet haired guy slouched in an armchair by the window. He'd somehow managed to get his hands on some croissants and fresh juice and was dusting the pastry flakes off his bare chest with one hand while his other dipped into the band of his boxer shorts.

"I got these from the kitchen..." he said with a lazy gesture towards the baked goods. Callie didn't even bother to ask how he'd managed to find the kitchen in a house so big. She was just disappointed that he hadn't brought any coffee.

As she shuffled into a sitting position, Sam grumbled in mild irritation and tried to pull himself back into her warmth. Laughing lightly, she unwrapped his arms from her waist and slipped out of bed. Croissants were calling.

She padded lightly over to Shinso, dressed in Sam's T-shirt and not much else. She swiped up his oversized jacket on her way over to Shinso's outstretched hand and slipped into it before taking the french pastry from him. The jacket at least covered her butt as she plonked it into the armchair opposite him.

"Sleep well?" She asked, wiping the corners of her mouth after taking a bite. She thought back to how much of the bed Touya's lanky limbs took up and cast Shinso a sympathetic smile when he sighed.

"Not bad. Although I probably won't be very productive today."

She smiled gently and nodded when he raised the bottle of freshly squeezed orange juice and raised his eyebrows questioningly. As he poured her a glass, Sam's loud yawn sounded from across the room. Callie turned to see him rub his eyes and ruffle his hair.

"Heya..." he mumbled. Then, as his sleepy stare landed on their breakfast, he rolled out of bed and made a beeline for the orange juice. This time, Callie made sure he poured himself a glass rather than drink directly from the bottle.

"Feeling okay?" Callie asked, as he leant against the side of her armchair and downed his entire glass in less than two gulps.

"Never better," he heaved, drawing the back of his hand across his mouth. Though his face said otherwise. Though Sam usually handled his liquor well, he had made the mistake of mixing drinks last night. He shouldn't have followed his many, creamy piña coladas with his many fizzy rum and cokes. The champagne before bed probably wasn't the best idea either.

Luckily, there was an en-suite bathroom that he could retreat into when his nausea crept up on him half way through a croissant. The sound of the bathroom door slamming shut woke a cursing Touya. The lanky, science senior showed little sympathy for Sam when he hammered on the door in need of the toilet.

"Yo, Gaster! Hurry up, will ya?"

After digging around in her handbag, Callie managed to find some candied ginger and a couple of pain killers to ease Sam's suffering.

Though, the sight of a still naked Kaminari did little to help his mood. The blond freshman was sprawled out on the couch in the baseball team's bedroom.

After another quick, half-hearted search to find his missing clothes, the friend group gave up and found amusement in the fact he had to travel home in nothing but a towel.

As soon as they arrived back at Snowdin Apartments, Mr Kitten fussed at their feet, almost tripping a groggy Sam up. Even after feeding him, the cat still attempted to bite Touya when he reached out to pet him.

"Why won't you love me?" Touya whined, quickly retracting his hand as the animal swiped at it.

Sam rolled his eyes before disappearing into Callie's room after having showered.

Despite the original plan being that Touya would live with them until his wounds healed, it didn't look like he was moving back into his penthouse anytime soon. It seemed, that despite his own accommodation being far more luxurious, it lacked the family-unit and modest comforts that brought warmth and charm to a home. Not that anyone minded him staying. What with his fat bank account, Touya always splashed out on top quality food and groceries for them. Russ and Callie's meals had never tasted better. And Touya no longer teased Sam about his baking, what with him always having at least two helpings every time the older Gaster brother made something.

"How are you feeling?" Callie asked softly as she stepped into the bedroom.

Sam had crawled back into bed and, by the looks of the discarded towel on the back of the chair, he hadn't even bothered getting dressed.

"I've been better," he replied, managing a weak smile. That smile broadened however, as Callie's dress pooled at her ankles and her bra slipped from her shoulders. Even though it was only just gone 3pm, neither one of them had any problem with spending the rest of the day in bed.

Slow, lazy kisses and gentle, gliding hands.

Sam gripped Callie's thighs as she gazed down at him with lowered lids and parted lips. He whispered soft words of encouragement and praise that fuelled her blissful moans as she rocked her body against his grinding hips. When she leant down to claim his lips with her own, he wasted no time in delving deeper. She felt the pull of his lips when a particularly guttural groan escaped her, making him grin smugly.

Clearly no longer feeling the effects of the night before and instead consumed by the affects of her sensual movements, Sam rolled sideways sending Callie roughly into the mattress.

Strong, fervent kisses and rough, groping hands.

Callie gripped Sam's arms as he stared down at her with hungry eyes and biting lips. He whispered carnal promises and dirty compliments that fuelled her gasping cries as she arched her body against his eager hips. When he leant down to claim her lips with his own, she wasted no time in pulling him deeper. He felt the bite of her lips when a final, guttural groan escaped him, making her sigh contently.

The room returned to silence as one body trembled beneath the weight of another. Cooing quietly. Panting deeply.

It was only when the sound of slow clapping sounded outside their door that Sam finally raised his head from Callie's shoulder.

"Glad you're feeling better, Samuel."

And the lovers could only curse their roommate quietly; Sam clicking his tongue as his frowning face returned to Callie's skin, Callie raising her hands to her mortified face.