A Week With You

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A/N: Hi, all! Firstly, thank you for  clicking on this story! My OTP is Lilian and all I can do whilst waiting for them to patch things up (*sob sob*) is write about them. It's my first book and I really hope you enjoy it. Please comment, I'd love to know what you think!

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Saturday

He opened his eyes. The sunlight peeking in from behind the curtain burned his eyes shut again. He pinched the bridge of his nose and blinked several times, until his eyes had adjusted. He sighed.

One too many drinks, Iain, he scolded himself. He ran his hand from his nose to his hair and pressed down in attempt to quell the banging in his skull. He grabbed his phone from the bedside table and clicked it on.

10:49am. Great. His shift started at 12.

Yawning, he placed his phone back on the table. He stretched... and his hand hit something in his bed. Someone in his bed. His eyes widened. Now he was awake. He slowly turned his head to see who it was.

Lily.

Oh no no no no. This is not how he wanted things to start off with her. He slept with her? Oh God, she was going to get the total wrong impression of him. He ducked his head under the duvet to check his decency, to find himself fully clothed. In yesterday's black jeans and blue shirt. He looked over at Lily; she was fast asleep, also in her dress and jacket from yesterday.

What happened last night? Puzzled, Iain dropped his head back onto the pillow and turned around to face Lily, as if her sleeping form would give him some clues. Her hair was still curled from yesterday and was strewn messily over his pillow. She was lying on her front, facing him and her arms were folded underneath the pillow. Streaks of gold glitter sparkled on her face and he wondered where they came from. She was so beautiful, even with bed hair and smudged make up. If only he could find the courage to tell her how beautiful he thought she was. He smiled at how wonderful it felt to wake up next to Lily.

She began stirring. She unfolded her arms out from under the pillow and stretched them out. Iain moved back to avoid getting hit in the head. Her arms fell to her side and Iain leaned up on one elbow, his chin resting on his hand and he watched her, amused. She groaned and buried her face deeper into the pillow. Iain sympathised, the hangover making him want to do exactly the same.

Lily took a deep breath in and the scent made her head spin. It was an intoxicating smell, one that she become accustomed to over the last few months and one that left her reeling. Iain. She took another deep breath, relishing the musky smell. There was clearly something wrong with her if she felt she could sense Iain when he clearly wasn't there. She wouldn't call it love, but what else could you call it?

The scent made her head start to feel worse though and she turned over onto her back. She pressed a hand to her head and kept her eyes closed tight, immediately regretting whatever it was she did last night. Her hand instinctively shot out to grab her phone from the bedside drawer, but she hit a wall instead. She opened her eyes. A white wall. She looked down at the bed. Grey bedsheets, not her ivory ones. Oh God, where was she?

"Morning, Chuckles." That unmistakeable voice said drowsily from behind her. Slowly, she turned around to see Iain smiling down at her, leaning up on an elbow. Relief flooded through her. She wasn't at a complete stranger's house.

No, but she was at Iain's house. In his bed. Her face blushed red and she ducked her head underneath the covers, mirroring Iain's reaction. She heard Iain laughing and popped her head back up.

"Relax, Chuckles. Nothing happened." He pulled the covers off him slightly to reveal himself still dressed in yesterday's clothes.

"So, we didn't..." She asked, still confused.

"No. We didn't." Iain said quieter, the smile falling from his face, feeling unsure of how Lily felt. She hadn't said much so far and he didn't miss the look of relief on her face when he confirmed it. Was she happy that they didn't sleep together? He looked down, upset.

Lily burst out laughing. Iain's head shot up. A hand to her face, she lay there giggling, a tint of pink in her cheeks. Iain smiled and the joined in the laughter. It was pretty funny. They were both clearly so drunk out of their minds last night, they didn't even manage to change. Iain's head fell to his pillow and they both turned to look at one another.

Their laughter dwindled away, and they both found themselves drowning in each other's eyes. They were silent now; neither had said a word for what could have been minutes.

"Coffee?" Iain asked, breaking the silence, yet keeping his gaze fixated on hers, compelled by the intensity flaming in her eyes.

"Yes please." She whispered.

They broke of their stare, realising how long they'd been there for. Iain swiftly threw his duvet off and jumped out of bed. Automatically, he slipped on his Batman dressing gown, and then remembered he wasn't wearing his PJs. Never mind.

"What time are you working today, Chuckles?" He asked as he popped his phone in his gown pocket.

"Umm... Saturday... night shift." She remembered, "9pm till 5am".

"Lucky! I'm supposed to be starting in an hour, at 12, finish at 8 in the evening."

"How is that lucky? Saturday night shifts are the worst! Too many drunks." Laughing, he sat on the bed, with his back to Lily to take his socks off from last night and put his slippers on. He smiled to himself. It was so nice and felt natural to have such a normal conversation with Lily. It felt so... perfect to have her with him, at home.

"Yeah, well, you have time to recover from this nasty hangover before work!" Hangover. That reminded him, "Do you remember what happened last night?" He asked standing up and turning around to face her. She rubbed her eyes, clearly experiencing the same symptoms as him.

"No idea." She groaned, "We went to Louise's birthday party at the pub. That's all I remember. You?" She asked him, hoping he'd give her some clue. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had such a bad hangover. University, maybe?

"Nothing. Maybe it'll come back to us later on throughout the day," He shook his head, as if it would make the pounding in his head stop, and made his way over to the door. He opened the door then turned around and smiled, his eyes twinkling at seeing Lily in his bed.

"I'll tell you when the bathroom's free."

"Ok," she smiled back, then watched him leave and shut the door behind him. Lily fell back onto the pillows. What happened last night? She smiled to herself, when the realisation of where she actually was dawned on her. Iain's bed. Would she regret it if something did happen last night? She blushed profusely at the thought, yet couldn't help the spark of excitement that became ignited by the prospect. She looked around Iain's room. There was a shelf on the opposite wall immaculately lined with several 20" DC figures. Posters wallpapered the wall behind the shelf, displaying his evident love for DC. Dismayed, she sighed.

Marvel was definitely better.