The Blue Door (Van McCann Fanfiction)

Brynn: Breakfast & Bedroom

I woke up extra early the next morning because I had promised Van that we would go and grab some breakfast before I get to work - Van had insisted to make breakfast 'our thing' since early mornings were the only time we'd get to spend a bit more time together. Catfish and The Bottlemen were left and right occupied with back-to-back interviews and radio shows since the release of their debut album. I was glad that Van was thoughtful enough to squeeze in a little 'Brynn Time' on his busy schedule.

About ten minutes later, a small knock on the door indicated my boyfriend's arrival. Smiling at his timing, I unlocked the blue door and greeted the boy with the incredible, sparkly blue eyes who was grinning from ear-to-ear. "Mornin'," I smiled, but then his lips were on mine, with his hand brushing over my cheek as he ran his fingers through the hair above my ear, his warm lips expertly leading mine as he forced a small space between our mouths, and the tip of his tongue flicking out to briefly touch mine.

My hand reached up to securely tighten in his hair. I tried to angle him so his gently probing tongue was all over mine. All over my body would be nice too. Chuckling, he broke free from my mouth. Surprisingly, just that brief intimacy had my heart racing and my breath faster. It took so little for him to turn me right on.

Grinning crookedly, he tilted his head. "Do you want me to finish this?" he whispered, raising an eyebrow.

Gathering my senses, I smacked his chest and shut the door behind me. "Breakfast. Now!" I stormed off. Feeling a little dazed, I headed off to where I thought the food was. Laughing a little harder, Van grabbed my elbow and twisted me the other way.

Smiling in that seductive, devilish way that he could, he nodded his head up the concrete path, opposite of where I'd been going. "Food's that way." His smile widening, he added, "Unless you had something else in mind?" I instantly pictured finding a secluded spot in the corner of the building and letting that tongue do...all sorts of marvelous, wondrous things to me. My breath stuttered a bit.

Shaking my head out of my steamy thoughts, I started marching up the path towards the diner.

Still chuckling, still amused by me, Van easily caught up and slung his arm back around my waist. Smiling down at me, he murmured, "You're so adorable. What am I going to do with you?"

By the time we'd reached the diner, I'd thought of at least a half dozen things he could do to me.

Once we were settled at our table, we both then ordered some food and coffee. Van then began to tell me about where his band was heading next and I couldn't help but feel a little bumped that he's leaving so soon. While poking the blueberries on my plate with my fork, my mind began to think all of the things that could happen while Van's away - maybe he'll disappear again or maybe he'll meet someone new while on the road or maybe he'll forget about me. I hadn't exactly known how serious things were between us yet.

"Hey," Van grabbed my hand. "Are you okay?"

I quickly snapped myself out of my thoughts and focused on Van again.

"Are... you... worried?" He asked me, squeezing my hand but avoiding eye-contact.

"About what?" I asked him with furrowed brows.

"I don't know. You suddenly had a change of mood after I mentioned about touring. Are you worried about that?" He glanced over at me.

"No! Of course not," I forced a smile.

"Okay. Let's talk about something else, alright?" Van smiled and I nodded.

"What's your full name?" He suddenly asked, chuckling.

I looked at him with my eyes wide and I began to laugh. "You've finally realized that you don't know my name after so many months!"

"I've been meaning to ask you the entire time but you made it strictly clear about not wanting me to ask anything personal, so I didn't dare to ask you then," Van laughed even harder.

Laughing through my nose, I answered his question. "Emily Brynn Keenan. But only my parents call me Emily. I thought the name is too proper for me."

"Emily?" Van tilted his head with his eyebrows furrowed. "Can I call you Emily, then?"

"Please don't!" I groaned. "What's your full name? I just know it couldn't really be just Van," I laughed.

"Well," he laugh through his nose. "I am actually Ryan Evan McCann, but my dad calls me Van because he's such a huge Van Morrison fan."

"Ryan?" I bursted out laughing so hard that the people around us stared for a few seconds.

"Hey, hey, pipe down, woman. Don't get too excited," Van pursed his lips.

"I never take you as a Ryan, ever! Gosh, that's so weird," I shook my head, still laughing that actual tears were coming out of my eyes.

"Okay. Enough. Eat your food," Van pointed at my plate, his face all flushed. "Can we stop by my apartment after breakfast? I forgot something," he said. I nodded and still chuckled to myself that Van's actual name was Ryan.

We walked into the apartment that Van shared with the boys after breakfast only to find that it was empty. I looked around the living room and saw no one but empty beer bottles on the table.

"Where's everybody?" I asked.

Van had a fantastic smile on his lip as he shut the front door. Removing my purse from around my body, I set it on a small table. Mere seconds after I was done, my body was jerked forward and then slammed back into the front door.

I had time to gasp but that was it. Van's body pressed against every inch of me, his lips hungrily attacking mine. Without a thought, my fingers snuck up into his hair, twisting around the long strands. My heart surged forward so fast I thought I might collapse to the floor. Van's firm grip around me wouldn't have allowed that, though. Everywhere, from his chest, to his chiseled stomach, to his hips, was flush against mine, pressing into me like he wished we could be closer.

"You planned this! You knew no one is around!" I said between our heavy breaths.

"I might have," he cheekily grinned. I smacked him on the shoulder as he chuckled. Then he sighed, pulling my body flush to his and kissing me again. "It's not like you're not enjoying this private moment."

"Fine."

His seductive grin in place, he helped my fingers remove his clothing. I was about to unbutton his jeans when his hand abruptly stopped me. "Not yet," he laughed.

"Ryan, you're a tease!" I smacked his shoulder again.

"Not here, Emily," he chuckled, while kissing me tenderly. "Bedroom..." he signaled his head to the direction of his room, playfully pushing me down the hallway.