𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖗 | ᴄᴏʀᴘꜱᴇ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ x ᴏᴄ | ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏɴᴇ

The Miscommunication

When Violet finally came to, she felt more rested than she had in years. It could have been a bit better with Jack next to her, but she could hear him talking animatedly to one of the cats and she couldn't help but grin widely at how easy it all suddenly felt. She wasn't sure how long she'd slept, but her muscles were sore from much more than the rejuvenating slumber she'd had. Even after stretching out on the ridiculously sized bed, walking toward the shower proved to be slightly taxing. But it sure as shit had been well worth it.

The pressure of the hot water stung gloriously on the bruising artwork adorning her body, waking her up even further as she washed her body of the remnants of the previous night. She tried not to let her thoughts wander too far down memory road- knowing it would only take her to the last time this had happened, with her waking up to an empty bed and love marks that she'd ended up resenting (even if it had just been a miscommunication). This time was different. They'd been open and honest and she knew he had no intention of abandoning her here even if he did get antsy. She had no reason to doubt him when he was still here. Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a loud wolf-whistle echoing over the shower from the doorway of the bathroom.

"That fogged up glass is doing nothing to hide those marks... I really did a number on you didn't I?" He lewdly teased as he leaned back against the vanity counter and admired her.

"I'll be honest, I never considered a black out tattoo, but you may have me reconsidering..." She grinned tiredly, still a little bit bashful at everything they'd done last night. If she thought he was flirty and affectionate before, she knew she was in for it now.

"Fuck... you could absolutely pull that off." His mind easily produced the visuals, making him groan as he physically shook his head to clear his mind, chuckling at how easily she distracted him.

"Can't complain about my own handiwork..." She eyed the purple bruises she'd bit into his shoulder peeking out from his shirt. Not to mention the few smaller ones spattered on his jawline and chest.

"Mmm, yeah it's a shame there isn't more..." He chuckled, peeking in the mirror at the dark splotches he'd definitely noticed this morning. "Stop fucking turning me on though! I came in here to ask if you wanted me to order room service, not be coerced into taking another shower-"

"I could eat..." She giggled softly to herself. "In the shower or not."

"I mean, we can do both..." He trailed off, avoiding ogling her as he tried to keep his mind focused for a few more minutes. "Here, tell me what you want and I'll put in the order..." He chuckled to himself as he held the menu up to the glass for her to see.

"Umm, well what time is it?" She peered at all the extravagant options provided. He chuckled at the question.

"Just after 8..."

"Oh. Just that breakfast option thing then please." It looked simple enough, with avocado toast, fruit assortments, and mimosas of course. After the extensive workout last night, she was actually feeling pretty hungry.

"I mean, okay but- honey... it's 8 PM... not AM- He laughed softly, pulling the menu back down.

"What?" Her stomach dropped.

"Yeah- you've been asleep all day." He snickered in amusement.

"Fuck. Shit..." Her first day back hadn't been jam packed with anything too important, but their weekly Zoom meetings were "required" for catch-up, according to their department lead.

"Hey- calm down- breathe..." He chuckled again. "I tried to wake you to call out but you seemed so tired... and you looked really cute- so I took care of it all for you, don't worry." He offered a reassuring smile. "It's a good thing your husband is friends with your coworker though isn't it?" He teased lightly.