The Morning of... [Kal]

[Mikayla Southerland]

Mikki Lay sprawled out on the bed covered in a thin sheet, what had started as a normal boring Saturday had certainly taken a turn into interesting. So her morning had started with a text to Kal suggesting they meet up for a run, she had gotten herself ready and was munching on a piece of toast when his reply came through. Seeing that it was a yes she had grabbed her keys and headed out the door, her purple sneakers hitting the pavement as she ran headed toward his shop. They had run together a few times now since she had dropped Juliet at his shop to be painted so the routine was already forming.

Routine had deviated this morning though, neither of them had work or school today so he had come back to her house with her afterward and well one thing led to another and… well you know how it goes. She stretched out languorously quite content after their little romp, it had become apparent that Kal hadn’t used his right arm the day she met him due to an injury. Mikki still didn’t know the extent of the injury or how it had happened but it hadn’t hindered their fun too much which had definitely been fun, at least from her perspective.

She looked over to where he lay on the bed next to her and smiled, he was truly handsome when you got the clothes off and while his right arm was less defined and wasted a little from lack of use it still showed signs of when it had been as big and strong as the left arm. Mikki pulled herself up to a sitting position pulling the sheet with her, “well that was fun” she said with a grin not sure what to really say, despite all her flirting she actually didn’t have men in her bed very often so she wasn’t sure on what the rules where in regards to after the fact.

She looked around her room seeing her jogging pants and bra strewn across the floor mixed with his clothes, her shoes and shirt were out in the living room, they hadn't waited to get to the bedroom before things had become heated. Even during the run Mikki had felt the sexual tension between them rising as they ran, joked and flirted along the way. She couldn't remember who had suggested this or even if it had been suggested or if they had just ended up back here, but either way she was glad it happened it had been a long time since she had a man in her bed and she realized she had missed it.

[Kal Sterling]

Oh wow did he still have it. One arm lost did not effect that any. Still peak condition. Prime of his life. Oh wow, Kal was tired. Not because of that, oh no, it was that, plus the running, plus the late hours the night before getting all of the college work done possible so he'd have a completely free weekend, the first since he had moved home.

And what a start. What a start indeed, Kal couldn't help but feel awesome when he laid in a really nice bed with really nice sheets that covered the lower half of his otherwise naked body. And a small tilt of the head revealed the most beautiful girl he had seen (both with clothes and without) in a few years. She was lying next to him. He just did it with her. With that. And he wasn't running out the door, rushing somewhere for something. He was just laying there. He could just lay there. He didn't have anything to do. He could even sleep if he wan-

That beautiful face belonging to Mikk-Mikayla, turned to look at him. And she shifted herself. Curvy and firm from exercise. Not a thing wrong with her. As she was sitting up, he continued laying, head propped up by a pillow. His left hand wandered across an empty part of the sheet for a moment before running up her midriff, toward her chest, the sheet the only thing seperating their skin from touching once more. "Fun is an understatement..." Kal replied, satisfied with himself (and definitely with her).

After a quick brush across her chest if she let him, his hand retracted down to himself. Kal was hesitant to talk more. He usually didn't. Usually if he was with the girl for any length of time afterward, usually it was quiet. Or she talked his ear off while he devoted 5% of his mind to keeping up with what was being said and the other 95% to literally anything else (sometimes even other girls).

But with her...he was just thinking of her. And this bed. And comfort. So much comfort.

Turning his head into the pillow a bit he was like, "Why do you have such a nice bed...I want it..." He only slightly sounded like a child. Slightly.

[Mikayla Southerland]

Mikki sat content her eyes closing softly as he traced his hand over her before withdrawing it again. Hey eye’s opened some and she laughed as he asked why her bed was so nice, once she stilled her giggles she tried to put on a serious face. “I’m not sure maybe we should go and ask the good people at American Furniture Warehouse why their bed is so nice” she breaking into a grin before she swung her legs off the side of the bed grabbing for a pair of discarded pants and pulling them on.

She stood up padding across the room and pick up a shirt and pulled it on over her head too before looking back at him on the bed. “I’m going to grab some breakfast if you can tear yourself away for the nice bed feel free to join me” she said somewhat over her shoulder as she walked out of the bedroom and headed for the kitchen.

Once there she began pulling out her frying pan placing it on the stove to warm up before pulling a packet of bacon and a carton of eggs out of the fridge and setting to work preparing enough for two even if Kal didn’t come out to join her you could never have too much bacon. Mikki started humming along to uptown funk as she worked, “I'm too hot, hot damn, Call the po-lice and the fireman, I'm too hot, hot damn, Make a dragon wanna retire, man, I'm too hot, hot damn, Say my name you know who I am I'm too hot, hot damn, And my band 'bout that money, Break it down...” her mind going to the video clip of the superheros dancing as she sung, throwing in a few of the moves as she decided the pan was hot enough to add the bacon too watching it sizzle and spit trying to attack her with the grease.

[Kal Sterling]

"Someday, I'm gonna have a bed like this..." Kal couldn't help but whisper as he closed his eyes. Thinking to her giggles, even though they were moments before, he couldn't help but laugh with a small smile, opening his eyes again just as her beautiful body bounced out of the bed. He watched her for as long as possible before she covered it back up again. Oh well. Maybe he'd be lucky enough to see it again.

As she told him about breakfast, without hesitation, he replied, "Yes, ma'am. Make as much as you can, I'll eat it!" The thought of any sort of real breakfast that she could make was way better than the junk he ate at the shop. Looking down tiredly at his uncovered body as he slowly removed the sheet, he sighed. She'd probably prefer him with clothes on... Looking at his right arm, he shook his head. He wasn't going to deal with that when food was waiting.

But he could compromise. Half-rolling, half-stumbling out of bed, nearly hitting the ground, he managed to get to his pants and began awkwardly pulling them back on with his left hand and weird thrusts. If she could see him, she'd probably do that cute little laugh again before telling him he wasn't performing that bad a few minutes ago, or something like that. With one last awkward wiggle, he had pulled the pants on. Climbing up using the bed, he stood straight, took a breath, and walked out toward the kitchen.

Laughter could not be contained as he came out to her dancing, shaking, and singing along to a (newish?) song, (he hadn't listened to top radio in a couple of years), managing to say, as he came closer to her, "Don't make me pull you back to the bedroom...this one arm is strong...but I guess you already knew that..." What was wrong with him? He was still flirting and winking. You don't do that. Accept the kind offer of warm breakfast and then move on. You got the girl in bed, it was great. Don't make an attachment.

Standing there without a shirt, he flexed his left arm a bit as he took in her kitchen, before saying, "So what's on the menu at the Southerland Diner? And more importantly...is there a disabled discount?" Kal laughed as he found a table to sit on.

[Mikayla Southerland]

Mikki whirled around when he entered the kitchen area laughing she stuck her hand on her hip and popped it out giving him sass, “Who do you think you are laughing at my mad skills” she said her tone mock serious before she burst into laughter herself. “Never mind usually there is no one here to see my bad skills” she said laughing at herself as she turned back to the stove poking at the bacon as before turning to the toaster and placing a few pieces of bread into it. "I don’t know... I might need a few more demonstrations to be able to judge for sure“ she said with her back turned to his strong arm remark.

“Well for your taste buds pleasure today we will be serving up bacon eggs and toast washed down with your choice of coffee or tea” she said trying to put on a sophisticated type of voice to sell the diner thing he had lead with. “Here we also don’t believe in disabilities and you will be forced to pay with quality conversation” she looked back at him set up at the table without a shirt on looking pretty fine, a smile on her face.

Turning back the bacon was almost cooked and the first round of toast had popped, fishing it out onto a plate she added some more bread and flicked the kettle on to heat water. Moving the bacon to the side she cracked a few eggs into the pan, “So how do you like your eggs?” she asked by way of conversation figuring the real conversation could begin when she served the breakfast.

[Kal Sterling]

"I think I've seen better dancing. But you shouldn't blame yourself. I'm spoiled by college cheerleaders." Kal shook his left hand excitedly for a moment as if he had a pom-pom in it. "You wouldn't believe how annoying those pom-poms can be though. If they come apart they get eevveerryywheeere." Narcissitcally comparing her to other girls was making this situation easier for him, even if it made him come across as a bit of a jerk.

"Oh, so Juliet wasn't enough for you. How about this table then? You want it moved, I can move it." Honestly, his arm wasn't strong enough to move a table of that size. But it was so easy to tease back and forth with her that he felt okay making the joke, knowing she wouldn't actually expect him to move it.

"Well, damn, then I think I'm just about broke. My brain is mud after sleeping with a gorgeous girl. The fact that I've strung together these many words is a testament to my endurance. Coffee, by the way." Gorgeous girl. He meant it. Kal wished that she and he were on equal footing clothing-wise. Or at least a bra. Yeah, that'd be hot. Not that she wasn't now.

"However you like to make them, I'll try at least once..." He really had no opinion on how he got his free, warm food. The important qualities (free & warm) were already taken care of.

Missing the bed, Kal leaned back on the table until he was laying on it, legs dangling off. "This is a nice apartment. How do you afford it? Were you like a child actress or something?"

[Mikayla Southerland]

Mikki laughed and turned around with her hand on her hip, “I used to be a cheerleader once” she mused, “yeah they kicked me out for sleeping with the head cheerleaders boyfriend” she said with a shrug throwing him a wink and turning back to her cooking, in reality she had tried out for the team but hadn’t gotten in due to her total lack of skills, but player boy Kal didn’t need to know that.

“You leave that table alone Mr it’s exactly where I want it” she scolded waving her spatula at him as she did a grin betraying her anger act. She shook her head slightly at his flattery and took out some mugs from the cupboard preparing the coffee as the bacon continued to cook away in the pan. “You will just have to give it your best shot or I might have to withhold the bacon, as well as any further forays in that amazing bed in there” she warned him pointing back toward the bedroom.

Mikki pulled the bacon out and placed it on a layer or paper towel, she decided on scrambled eggs since it was her favourite and he didn’t mind, it wasn’t long before she had them cooked and was walking two plates over to where Kal sat at the table, placing them down she turned back to get the coffee’s before taking a seat at the table and pushing a plate and cup over to him.

Mikki looked around the comfortable house and smiled, “No I failed drama at school, my parents are paying for it” she answered gesturing to the house. She appreciated the fact that they supported her but at the same time she didn’t see a point in going out and paying her own way just because, her parents supported her so why should she bother trying to support herself, though in a way going to uni was a good step toward supporting herself not that she thought much of that.