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A/N: oh don't mind me, just dropping a 30 thousand word Law fanfic. Um, yeah minors dni this is smutty smut smut! Train arrived at smutville, okay you were warned!! Enjoy.
The bathroom mirror was fogged at the corners from Law's earlier shower, warm air clinging to the small space as you finished brushing your teeth. You still looked half-asleep, hair messy from sleep and, oversized tshirt hanging off your shoulder.
The kind of morning look you'd never willingly show in a professional setting, but here, in his apartment, it didn't feel embarrassing. It just felt... normal. Familiar. You'd woken up like this in his space enough times now since the single that the nerves had worn down.
Somewhere beyond the door, and down the hall, something sizzled. Law was cooking. You spat, rinsed your mouth, patted your face dry, and stepped into the hallway, rubbing sleep from your eyes as you followed the sound and smell.
His apartment always smelled faintly of laundry detergent and cedar wood, this morning the scent of breakfast made your mouth water just a little. He stood at the stove in soft grey joggers and a black t-shirt, hair messy. The domesticity of it hit you right in the chest.
He glanced over his shoulder when he heard you padding in. "Morning". It was a simple greeting, but warm. Warmer than he used to sound anyway. "Morning" you echoed, tugging at your shirt. "You're cooking. Should I be scared?"
He scoffed, turning back to the pan. "You're dramatic". "You say that" you murmured, stepping closer, "but I've tasted your tea". His lip curved, the slightest hint of amusement. You've never let him forget that.
He slid food onto a plate with precision, trying very hard not to acknowledge said smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. You noticed it anyway. You squeezed past him to get two mugs from the cupboard, your hip brushing him in the small space. Neither of you made a big deal out of it, but you felt the contact all the way up your spine.
"Coffee?" you asked. He nodded. The soft sound he gave almost sounded like a thank you, by the time you sat at the tiny dining table, knees bumping under the wood, plates steaming between you, you were awake enough to check your phone. A new message from your manager blinked at the top of your screen. You opened it, and your eyebrows shot up.
[Manager] Top 10 again this week. Three months in a row now!
[Manager] Law's team is also freaking out. In a good way.
[Manager] Seriously, you two made something special.
You huffed a laugh through your nose and angled the phone toward Law. He barely looked up from his fork. "What now?". "Apparently our song refuses to die" you told him. "It's in the top ten again". His chewing slowed. "Still". You nodded. "Mhm".
He set his fork down, leaning back a little. "I didn't expect that..". The faint warmth behind his voice betrayed him, and you grinned. "They like it, Law". "Good for them" he muttered, but there was undeniable pride in the way he reached for his coffee afterward.
