I don't think there was any possibility of me moving even if my life life…stretch that the planet's existence depended on it.
A splitting headache caught on with me around 10 am. That time I teared off yesterday's sweater and jeans, put on a pair of flannel pj bottoms and a grey tee, crawled out of my room, filled a glass of water and having fully consumed it, fell on the couch dead again.
It was around noon that my tired body had to wake up due to the doorbell.
"No…can't do this." Even if I wanted to!
Somebody was very persistent.
I finally dragged myself up and desperately struggling on my feet zigzagged to the door. My eyes went wide when I managed to open it although I found it strange that my face was capable of such a colorful emotion.
"What are you doing here?" Thank God it didn't sound accusing. Gaping and holding on the doorframe for support I was the embodiment of surprise.
"Good, you're waiting for me then."
And Kelly, holding two coffees and a to-go wrap from Jerry's, passed me with a smirk and bearing a scent of fresh brewed caffeine.
"Hello, coffee." I whispered and closed the door.
In the kitchen a very strange and excitedly overwhelming picture was expecting me. Kelly, having taken off his jacket, was unwrapping Jerry's sandwiches and fries, acting as if it wasn't his first time on my kitchen, in my apartment, in my life – as if we've done this every Sunday…as if it was our own picture perfect.
I slowly, still conscious about what I was seeing but a smile tugging at my lips, took a sit at the kitchen island where the food was set like on the fair. I reached for a piece of fries but Kelly's hand hit mine playfully but with a certain amount of strength just to make a point.
"Heeey!" I pouted like a child.
"This is for me." He pulled the fries closer to him and took out the last unit that was still to unwrap from the take-away package. "This is for people who don't know there liquor limit a.k.a you."
I pretended to pout some more but my eyes were smiling and the same act was tugging on my lips.
It was a chicken rice soup. A chicken rice soup!
And I literally felt my heart fell to my stomach and disturb the butterflies there. I've always considered a chicken soup to be something very metaphorical, an indication that somebody cares for you enough to cook for you when you're unwell. He didn't cook a chicken soup for me, he bought it at Jerry's but it was the most wonderful thing he could have done for me. Well…maybe apart from actually saving my life.
I grabbed a spoon and tasted the broth. It was good, really good.
Kelly watched silently, as if making sure that I ate, and then started getting better acquainted with his sandwich.
I didn't think my digesting would respond good to anything that's why just sipped the bouillon leaving the chicken and rice out.
"Jerry's is a life saver!" I said finally and instantly realized just what a wordplay it was.
Laughing in my soup I looked up to see Kelly smiling with a fry still sticking out of his mouth.
"Yeah, especially in my line of work." He threw another potato chip in.
"Hey, why didn't you admit that you were the one to save me when I came down to the station the other day?" I opened the coffee cup and blew on it to cool the black fluid off.
"So you do remember that part from yesterday." Another fry.
"A-ha." I nodded, taking a sip of coffee.
"It was right before you went unconscious on me again. Not a good tendency." He took a hold of his own coffee and kept avoiding the question.
"Well, you seem to do more than a good job in saving me. That's a good tendency."
"Think you're smart? Drink your coffee."
"You have a day off?" I dropped the subject. I knew he'd tell me eventually, no need to rush – my head felt like a place of explosion anyway.
"Yep. But I know who doesn't: your new drunk buddy Casey." He smirked evilly and his eyes filled with mischief of a 5-year-old.
"Oh God!" I howled good-naturally. "Don't say his name! Or last name! it equals "alcohol" right now!"
"You know, he's gonna feel e-e-extra-good in his helmet today!" He seemed to be very happy with his own joke.
"You're evil." I concluded, smiling.
"Nooo." It was a whisper full of that same mischief. "No."
I laughed, shaking my head, and he started cleaning the mess on the table.
He stayed. And insulted my DVD collection, and complained about how my fridge's empty except for Oj, yogurt and milk, kept bugging me about the fact that I don't treat my burn right, called me Pixie and made hangover jokes…but I asked and he stayed without further ado. He was the first one I wanted to stay. Just to stay because even if I just met him, laying on my couch with his hand around me and watching some silly cartoons on TV, hearing his heart beat under my ear when I put my head on his chest, with dulling pain still present in my head throughout the day, I don't think I've ever felt safer.
It was getting dark when Kelly decided that it was time for him to leave regarding that he's spent the whole day at my place and had work in the morning.
"You feeling better?" He asked at the door.
"Much." I delivered a smile as a confirmation.
"Good." He used his hand to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. "Then you'll be ready to meet up with me and the guys tomorrow night at the bar?"
"I think…" I made a tentative step closer and our closeness was counted in inches. "I would rather you'd ask me alone and then we could go say hi to the guys."
"I think…" He lowered his head to my level. "I like your idea even better."
And I closed the gap between us. And though I was the one that caught his bottom lip in between mine, he ripped the initiative out of my hands and backed me into the door with one of his hands on my neck and the other on my waist. My good hand flew up to his neck and found its place behind his ear, my fingertips barely touching sensitive skin there.
The kiss was heated and second by second I felt myself beginning to melt. Into him. My reflexes dimed and if he'd let go right then and there I could guarantee my knees would've given way because that moment there was no gravity for me.
Breaking apart breathless, Kelly still stood there holding me in his arms, my head fitting in the crook of his neck as a human puzzle. He inhaled deeply and stepped aside, his hands slowly leaving me.
"I should go."
I didn't exactly trust my voice so just went with nodding.
He pulled an infamous smirk on his face, quickly bent to kiss the corner of my lips still bruised from our previous make-out session and with "See you tomorrow" was gone.
After closing the door I fell back on the couch. The smell of wet wood, his cologne, lingered strongly on the pillows and blankets and wrapped in them and consequently in the scent itself I fell asleep instantly.
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There you go! Lots and lots of Kelly\Harper fluff in one chapter. But don't fret, my lovelies, I just wanted to give you a taste of a good thing, the problems are about to start, and both of them have plenty!
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P.S. Is it just me or am I really giving a non-commercial PR to Jerry's in this chapter?))