Our Scars

Rhiannon

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Rhiannon (Title by Fleetwood Mac)

Despite the emotional and crazy day they had had, Jay had slept through the night, he only woke up way earlier than Rianne.

Carefully removing her from his chest to not wake her he got up and took a long shower, trying to wash away some of the inner turmoil yesterday had left him with and clear his head. He put his sweats on afterwards and took a look around now that dawn was breaking outside, lights flowing in through his blinds and curtains. Somehow he waited for panic to set in, because come to think of it: No woman had ever moved her stuff into his place before. Strangely he didn't mind the female touch and take-over at all.

Somehow they had managed to cram all of Rianne's stuff into the, in comparison to the loft, tiny apartment yesterday night.

Thankfully she had only brought parts of her wardrobe. Which were nonetheless just as many clothes as he had altogether, and as he already knew she would be using his as well Jay wondered what he'd be wearing in the future. Somehow even that made him smile.

There wouldn't be any space left in his bedroom had she brought one suitcase more of those flimsy dresses, skirts, pants and tops, accessories and countless boots.

His bath certainly looked more lived in too, even if the broken door somehow tarnished the image of those nicely arranged colorful toiletries and hair-products now cluttering his shelves. It seemed those things had been there for far longer, not as if she had just moved in.

One corner of his living-room resembled a music studio now and when Jay went into the kitchen he saw that she had also brought her own maccinetta and espresso powder.

It actually made him shake his head in amusement and wonder why he didn't freak out at all. He'd been absolutely honest yesterday when he said that he didn't need any space from her. On the contrary: Jay was glad she was finally confident enough with him to make herself at home here.

Límon had also taken over his throne as the king of the homestead and chosen the window seat as his lookout, his scruffy tail twitching constantly while watching the latest news down on Claremont Ave.

Great, now he had a dirty-white cat in his kitchen window, who would have thought...

Límon's attention switched to him suddenly while Jay was brewing coffee. At one point he even imagined the animal winked at him for whatever reason.

Rianne's furry companion and him seemed to have come to the agreement that they would keep an eye on each other from a safe distance for the time being until they had figured the other one out. Jay was graciously allowed to feed him and Límon chose when to grace him with a little more of his attention from time to time by coiling himself around Jay's legs, mostly when Rianne was not around.

Warm arms and hands wound around his body from behind, fingers gently squeezing the skin over his ribcage, lips pressed to his shoulder blades:

"Hm... good morning... I love that you're so into being semi-naked all the time..."

A big fat grin spread over his face, he just loved her purring raspy morning voice.

"I told you I spend a lot of my time off looking like this..." he squeezed her hand with his, pouring the coffee into a mug with the other one.

He didn't get to organizing a second one, because he heard her get excited behind him and jump up and down:

"Is that fresh coffee I smell? Did you use my favorite moka?"

"Yes, and yes!"

Before he could react Rianne reached around him to snatch the cup out of his hands, almost making him spill it over her: "Gimme, gimme, gimme!"