Authors note:
This is totally out of my comfort zone. This is written from two pov's - yours and Mitchells. All mistakes are my own. This is going to be two parts.
One:
It had been a day! By 9pm you'd had it. You were hot, tired, and crabby. The sudden heatwave engulfing the UK wasn't helping your mood. Since most places didn't have air conditioning, you were just as miserable inside as well as outside.
Work had kicked your ass. Your back was killing you, and you'd somehow pulled something in your shoulder. "Perfect." You mutter, slamming your locker shut. At that moment, you just wanted to get home, shower, and crash.
Your phone dinged in your pocket as you headed out of the employees only area of the hospital. The door swished shut behind you as your shoes clicked against the white linoleum. The exit sign beckoned you. Your phone dinged again. The groan you let out could have been heard in space.
"Hey, love. Just letting you know, I've picked up a few more hours. Someone called off." The text on your phone read. "I won't be home til after midnight. I love you."
"I love you too. I'll see you when you get home " was your text back. You'd have the house to yourself for a couple of hours. That made you smile.
Hot, humid air smacked you in the face the instant you stepped outside. It was like hitting a wall. You loved summer, but this was too much. Luckily, the little pink house wasn't far away. The thought of a cold shower, one of your boyfriends tank tops and his always cool bedroom near made you sigh. He was damn lucky he never got hot or cold anymore. One advantage of being a vampire.
Plopping your ear bud in, you pull up your favorite podcast and listen to it as you trudge your way home, sweat running down your forehead. There weren't many people out, which wasn't surprising, but it made for kind of an eerie walk. Listening to a murderous true crime podcast didn't help that feeling much, either.
A few blocks later, you arrived at your destination. The house was large and quiet. The entire street was quiet. Sliding your key into the lock on the door, it clicked open. Warm, stale air met you as the door swung open.
"Gross." You sigh, stepping into the house where you kick the door shut with your foot, unceremoniously drop all of your things right there in the entryway and make a beeline upstairs to the shower - stripping out of your clothing as you went.
Entering the bathroom moments later, naked as the day you were born, you fling the curtain back and start the shower. Without waiting for the water to reach the right temperature, you just dive in. The cold spray of water sends a pleasurable groan from your lips. Utter bliss filled you. All the days worries and trials and irritations melted away. You never wanted to move again.
Halfway through your little relaxation session, a yawn nearly splits your head in half. Deciding to call it quits, you reluctantly shut the shower off, yank the curtain back and climb out into the damp air of the bathroom. Quickly, you grab up a towel for your body and a turbie twist for your hair and pad your way out of the room. The air in the hallway already feels so much cooler.
You make a quick pit-stop in your room to grab a pair of underwear before continuing onto Mitchell's room down the hall. The room is dark and cool and inviting. Of course it's a usual, literal mess. He's got an eclectic mix of movies, clothes, and instruments scattered about.
Tossing the towel to the floor, you slip into your underwear, grab up a black tank top from Mitchell's wardrobe, use some of his deodorant cuz why not, untwist your hair and immediately fall onto the cool dark sheets of the bed. You're asleep in seconds.
End note:
Thanks for stopping by to read this. Part two will be up shortly. Any questions, comments, feedback, concerns please let me know.