My Maid and Me (Drabble Series)

I've Got You, Sir

Oh god his head was pounding. It felt like he had either been hit by a train or Kristoff was thumping a meat mallet against his head. The man groaned, turning over in the bed, holding the soft pillow to his face. His stomach felt like shit and he knew if he got up, he was definitely going to yack all over his hard wood floors.  After a couple deep breaths, he realized that sleep was far away and he was now awake with a splitting headache. The white haired male sat up, running his hand through his hair with a very pathetic groan.

Blue eyes blinked back sleep, opening ever so slowly to the world.

Pink.

His world was pink. Why was his bedroom pink? He looked down at the sheet with narrowed eyes, barely kept open. His sheets were white with a pale pink comforter. That wasnt right. Was this even cotton? Certainly not Egyptian and where was his silk sheets? His lips pursed. He lifted the sheets to his nose.

It smelled like flowers.

Did he go home with someone last night?

He vaguely remembered a couple girls at the bar. He had mostly been pounding down shots with Hiccup and some of the guys, playing pool. He remembered watching Hiccup trip over some girls bag and that was about it for memory lane. He rubbed his eyes for a moment then took a good look around. It all smelled familiar.

His eyes traveled to the nightstand and he reached over clumsily to take hold of the picture frame that was there. He squinted at it for a moment before his eyes widened. It was Rapunzel. Rapunzel and some other red head girl but it was definitely her. Jack looked around again before he looked down at himself. Holy shit, he was naked. He was naked in Rapunzel’s bed. How did he end in naked in Rapunzel’s bed?!

"Did we…" he mumbled. He looked around frantically, seeing his clothes litter the ground as well as a few female articles. Oh god he had drunk sex with his maid. His extremely gorgeous, innocent, intelligent maid. Panic set in just then. What if the sex sucked? He was drunk and who knew what he did when he blacked out… oh god, she was going to quit.  The sex sucked and she was going to quit.

He took a couple of deep breaths, his head pounding still but his panic was set in. He grabbed his boxers off the floor and pulled them on along with his jeans that some how ended up all the way by her white dresser. He  walked to the door and opened it slowly, the smell of bacon flooded his senses but the sun light from the hallway was too painful to actually enjoy it. He hissed and clenched his eyes shut.

"Jack?" he heard her call.

He walked out of the hallway and into her kitchen. It was small and clean, all whites and golds. He sat on one of the bar stools at the counter and put his head on the cool white tile. He sighed.

"Guessing the alcohol bit back?" she giggled.

"You have no idea." he mumbled. He moved so that he could look at her, resting on his chin. She was still beautiful, wearing only a tight pink tank top and a pair of cotton grey shorts that showed off her tan legs. And now everything was going to be awkward. Sadness seeped into his demeanor as he imagined never having her in his house again, never arguing with her or laughing with her. 

Rapunzel walked over with a glass of water and some pills, “Aspirin, for the headache.”

He sat up and downed the pills without the water before putting his head back down. She shook her head at him like she usually did before turning back to making breakfast. He watched for a moment before he couldn’t hold it back anymore.

"So be honest with me…was I awful?" he groaned, afraid of her answer.

Rapunzel paused as she flipped a pancake and looked over her shoulder at him. She thought for a moment and shrugged.