Muddy Relations (Stardew Valley Fanfiction)

In the Early Morn

The fresh air of the early morning felt cooling on my skin, and after such an active and exciting night, I needed the cooldown. I held two triple shot espressos and walked back to the hotel, having just bought them from ZuZu City's acclaimed coffee chain, Coinstar. I had already taken a sip from the one I designated to myself, feeling the instant energy that was iconic to the brand. The taste itself wasn't anything to write home about.

    I walked into Morris' room, having taken his keycard, and walked slowly to the bed in the middle of the room, looking down at Morris, still asleep from the night before.

    He had pushed the sheets from off his figure, leaving every part of him free. I watched as he breathed heavily and loudly, and I smirked to myself, enamored with the idea of the day to come. Enamored with the notion that we had the whole day to ourselves.

    Morris stirred in his sleep, and I watched his defined arm muscles in delight, knowing that they had been planted steadily and powerfully on my hips. I wanted them there once again. Situating the coffee on the bare nightstand, I leaned in towards Morris, and placed a hand on his face. While I held his face with my right hand, my left hand felt the creases around his eye, felt his brow bone, felt the sturdy cheek muscle.

    His eyes flittered, opening to reveal his amber eyes. His smile stretched slowly across his wide face, and his breath seized. I could tell he was happy to see me, only because his own body betrayed him. He lifted himself to his elbows, and he moved so our lips settled with each other.

    "You taste like a Coinstar special," he murmured.

    "I got you one too," I exhaled. "And a croissant." His lips were moved from off of mine, and he turned his head to see the two cups. He snickered, and reached over to grab his.

    While sipping, he observed my face, playfully thinking strange things to himself. I could see it in the way he bounced.

    "Well, that one's for the books," I blushed at his response, thinking about the day before. We couldn't keep our hands off each other. We couldn't keep our bodies to ourselves, and yet nothing had prevented us. Nothing could have.

    "I definitely think so," I said, taking a sip of my own coffee. "But we still have all day today,"

    His eyes shrugged with interest while he savored his coffee. He swallowed. "What do you have planned for me? I'm all yours, y'know."

    "Someone mentioned a hot tub, now that I think about it," I hinted, moving my torso so that it was over his. He smirked, not showing his teeth for once, to stop the coffee from spilling out of his mouth. "I don't know," I frowned playfully. "It seems a little immature. Like I'm still in high school or something." He finished the gap in between us, his kiss a forceful confrontation.

    "I feel like being a little immature," he replied, setting his coffee back down on the table, before his hand molded to my jaw. His lips brushed the corner of my mouth, next his lips went past my face to my neck, his mouth grazing around my jugular. I relaxed, letting him kiss me fervently. It was amazing that his appetite had lasted until this moment.

    His phone buzzed on the bed next to him, and my eyes turned to see what caused it. It was a text from someone, but before I could read who it was from, he flipped it over, leaving the glossy case to reflect the room around us. I frowned, and his face returned the expression.

    "Today is yours, remember? I don't want anyone distracting us." His eyes followed mine as I tried to look away. "We're unstoppable. We're powerful. Didn't I prove that to you last night?"

    I nodded my head quietly. My ears began to emit heat.

    "Where are your glasses?" I asked, looking around. He shrugged.

    "In the bathroom, but if we're swimming, I'll wear some contacts." He leaned back into his own body weight, his coarse hair flopping down into his eyes, the mass of his hair acting like one strand.

    "I didn't bring anything exciting to wear," I allured. He rolled his eyes flirtatiously.

"You're obviously beautiful with anything on– Although, I'd almost prefer it if you didn't wear a swimsuit." He smirked smugly, moving his hand towards the buttons of my blouse.

    "You're too impatient," I laughed. "Meet me at the pool in thirty minutes. That should give you enough time to shave,"

    His hand dropped from my shirt into my lap. He squeezed my thigh. "You don't like a man with a beard?"

    "I don't like the rash that follows." I stood slowly and grabbed my coffee. "I'll see you in thirty minutes,"

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    Standing in front of the elevator, the blonde woman from our work swayed closer till she stood still next to me. Her face changed slightly when she saw me.

    "I didn't know you were staying on this floor," she hummed. I nodded, doing my best to look like I was leaving my own room.

    "I barely got any sleep," she continued. "The couple next to my room was having a hoot," she said, simpering. My eyes widened in horror.

    The elevator reached our floor, and we both stepped into the lift. My eyes turned to the left corner, reliving mine and Morris' crazed moment. I wasn't able to linger long on it, however, as the woman pressed the button to the lobby, and I felt too ashamed to press the one that went to my own floor.

    We smiled at each other as we reached the ground floor, both of us stepping out. I sighed and decided to check out the pool right then and there, knowing that I would eventually be up in my own room to change.

    The hallway leading to the pool room was windy and never ending, but I knew I grew closer the warmer the air became, the more chlorine I inhaled. Walking around a corner that I was sure to lead into the pool, I collided with a large mass, my coffee spilling all down my blouse.

    "Yoba!" I called out, distracted by the mess. I was just met with a deep grunt. Looking up from my soaked shirt, I noticed a tall man, his hair dark, and his eyebrows full. His face had strong features. His hair was long on top, flipped to his left side. It looked as though he had just run his fingers through that dense mop.

    "Oh– Uh, sorry," I spoke nervously. I didn't know what else to say.

    "You could be a little more careful," he said bitterly. His jaw tightened, and I noticed his smooth five o'clock shadow. He looked incredibly familiar to me. His spirit felt familiar. My face pulled into confusion, and he just sighed, walking past. His blue hoodie brushed past me, and I couldn't help but get a whiff of livestock.

    My past settled in on me, the memory of Marnie's animals in Stardew. I looked back, concerned. It couldn't have been Shane, could it? It had been so long since I had last seen him. Since he had last held me. Did he recognize me as well?