By the time I awoke he was gone. My alarm hadn't woken me up so I assumed I'd slept straight through it, and I could only imagine he was already home preparing for another full day off work. Fumbling my way to the shower I began to take in the small mess around me; my sheets in a shambles on the floor, various items of clothing draped over various items of furniture, and – hey those definitely aren't mine. Hanging from my dresser was a pair of bright red briefs and, upon closer inspection, 'MUNDY' was scrawled across the elastic in a thick black marker.
Mundy... I dwelled on the name way too much. Is that his name? If so, first or last..? Weird first name – must be last. But that's beside the point. He left his underwear. At my place. In my bedroom. Where we definitely did the thing. Just thinking about it made me weak at the knees. I sighed audibly at the thought of his body ontop of mine.
"You're up!" I heard a voice call from outside the confines of my bedroom. I jumped at the noise, until I registered who it came from. He didn't leave, he was in my kitchen the whole time I was touching his undies…
I could hear his footsteps approaching the bedroom and a scrambled to find something to cover my everything, opting for my second makeshift toga in the last 12 hours. I pulled the sheet a little tighter as he opened the door, trying to make myself look sexier than I felt.
"G'mornin! How was your sleep?" He flashed that gorgeous half smile in my direction. Struggling to make any air leave my lips I nodded in response and let out a muffled "Good". He passed me a coffee and sat down on my bed. "Uhh, and yours?" I managed.
He laughed a little, "best I've had in a while! Your bed is a lot comfier than mine, I'll tell ya that!"
With my first sip of coffee I found my voice and couldn't help but ask why he was still here. He looked at me a little confused. "I- I'm sorry was that rude?" There I go again, fucking things up. "It's not that I don't want you hear, I just- I don't know I'm not used to men staying in the morning."
"Oh," he understood. "I thought I'd make you breakfast!" Smiling again, melting my heart. I couldn't get over this man. He's too perfect! Who the hell stays to make you breakfast after a random hook up? And then it dawned on me.
"Oh God.." I accidentally said aloud. He frowned at me, concerned.
"Everythin' alright love?"
I glanced up from my coffee to meet his piercing gaze, "Uh- I don't usually- uh.. I try to avoid.. relations.. with co-workers." He still looked concerned, as if trying to figure out where I was going with this. "Works gonna be mighty awkward today!" Wow. Yep, those were the actual words I used.
"Hey! Don't be like that," he stood up from his perch on my bed and stepped closer to me, "This is our little secret! You do your thing, I do mine, no one finds out, and then if ya happen to stumble across my snipin' spot for the day, ya maybe don't stab me!" He laughed a little and the sound relaxed me. "Anyway, you better get dressed, ya got about a half hour before we should really be headin' to work." He took my empty mug, left a peck on my cheek, and headed out of my room while I got ready.
Once I was a little more composed and just about ready for the day I poked my head out to get a taste of this famous breakfast that was apparently made for me. The Sniper motioned for me to sit down at the table and he brought me over a plate of – something – on toast..
"Uhh, what's this?" I asked, still trying to sound grateful.
"It's vegemite!" he looked so happy about it, "It's my favourite! I had to pop home to grab some clean undies, couldn't find mine, so I grabbed this to bring back for brekky!" The smile on his face was just so precious that I couldn't bring myself to question his choice in breakfast any further. Instead opting for a conversation change.
"Ahh the Mundy undies?" I asked a little playfully. I could see him blushing past his unshaven stubble.
"That'd be them," he smirked a little, then his facial expression quickly changed, "I never even asked your name!"
"Well, given the nature of my work, it's not something I usually divulge," I suddenly got a little serious.
"Aww but you know mine!" he teased a little, pouting his lips ever so slightly. Repressing the urge to lean over and kiss him, I stupidly kept it professional.
"Assuming Mundy is your last name, then it would only be fair you knew mine."
His pout got visibly pouty-er but I wasn't breaking. That is until he changed his tactic. He pulled out my chair and spun it around so he was facing me again – one hand on the back of my chair, brushing my shoulder, the other pressing down on my knee. He leant in, his lips brushing against my ear. "I want to know what to cry out the next time you bite me neck," he whispered and I could feel my whole body tingle. "I want to know what to gasp when you pin me down." I couldn't take it, I spun my head so my eyes met his.
"L- Leah. It's Leah," I managed before I pressed my lips against his. But it was short lived, he pulled himself away and was almost out the door before turning around to say goodbye.
"Same place today, Leah?" he winked at me. I nodded, watching him as he left.