xp_logs | Sunday Morning-ish, Terry/Bobby (Reply)

After a long night of clubbing, Terry and Bobby wake up and are absurdly cute at each other. He makes her waffles and there are mimosas and a ring--but not like that. Backdated.

Terry usually woke up before Bobby. She was a morning person anyway and tended to be a light sleeper on top of that. So it was something of a surprise to open her eyes and find that he was lying beside her, fingers playing softly through her hair, a faint smile on his lips. She yawned and rubbed at eyes still ringed with the remains of her eyeliner from the night before and smiled back at him, "Good morning."

Bobby grinned and kissed the tip of her nose. "Morning, graduate," he murmured, his hand moving from her hair to glide along her arm. "Did you sleep well?"

"Mmhmm," she responded, taking the luxury to wake up slowly. She yawned again, shifting a bit to stretch out, "What time is it?" She could have looked at a clock herself but that would have required a lot more movement than she was willing to do right now.

"About 9:30, I think," Bobby answered, smiling at her. God, she was adorable like this, all sleep-tousled and drowsy. "Are you hungry? I could make some waffles or something…" And give her her graduation present, which made him incredibly nervous all of the sudden. Get a grip, Drake. It's not like you're proposing again…exactly.

"Mmm, waffles. With whipped cream?" Breakfast was Terry's favourite meal. It was so versatile but always so quintessentially breakfast. "I think breakfast sounds really good. Do I have to get up?"

"Uh. Sure." He usually just went with traditional syrup and butter, but it wasn't like there was no whipped cream—what kind of sundaes could he make without whipped cream? "And you don't have to get up yet, but if you think I'm bringing you breakfast in bed…" He grinned and sat up, "Hell, you'd probably be right," he finished with a chuckle.

Terry giggled and sat up as well, using his shoulder to pull herself in up then yanking at her t-shirt which was inevitably twisted around her torso like some sort of single step mummification device. "You don’t have to. We can get up. I need to wash my face anyway."

Bobby snagged a shirt off of the floor—he'd put on clean clothes after he grabbed a shower. "Kay, but I get points for being willing, right?" He winked at her and pulled his shirt on, heading for the door.

"As many points as you like." Terry assured him, twisting around to sit more comfortably. "Are you going to shower first or what?" She wasn't really hungry, so she was perfectly willing to wait if he wanted to get cleaned up.

"Nah, you can take one while I cook, and I'll get mine after breakfast," he suggested, already at the door. Not that cooking was going to consist of much effort—waffle batter from a mix, poured onto the iron. "You want anything with the waffles? Bacon or something?" Just nothing complicated; Lorna he ain't.

"Oh, yes, bacon," Terry tumbled out of bed at the mention, grinning broadly and dashed across the room to him. "Also," she added, making sure to grab a proper kiss before he got the door open, "eggs. Scrambled."

"Yes, your highness," Bobby teased, kissing her thoroughly before heading into the small suite kitchen to plug in the waffle iron and check supplies. He was pretty sure there were a few eggs…

Terry sang to herself as she went to shower, giving herself a mental check up to see if being a graduate felt any different or more grown up than before and was a little disappointed that it didn't. Milestones never did though until you looked back on them. Since she knew that, she scrubbed off the disappointment and the remnants of her make-up at the same time. Washing it out while washing her hair was a little too cliché so she refused to think it.

Bobby got the food started cooking, then grabbed his laptop to look something up on the 'net, letting the eggs get a little rubbery in the process. Maybe Terry wouldn't notice. He pulled the first perfect waffle out of the iron and started a second one, then got busy setting the table for the two of them.

She was still singing when she got out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her hair and one of his shirts pulled on over her shorts. She skipped up to Bobby and pulled herself on her toes to kiss his cheek, "Hi, can I help?"

Bobby slipped an arm around her waist with a smile. "Sure. You can keep the bacon from catching on fire while I get the rest of the table set." But first, the next waffle needed to come out. Bobby kissed her temple and moved to the waffle iron, getting a third waffle cooking.

Terry laughed and turned her attention the sizzling bacon, poking at it experimentally with a fork. "This smells good. There's something really addicting about the smell of breakfast, don't you think?"

Bobby gave her a strange look and chuckled. "Uhh…sure. If you say so." Not that he didn't like the smell of breakfast, but only because it was food, and food in general met with his approval. "Dork." He grinned and tugged the towel off of her hair as he moved past her to start searching through the cabinet for something suitable for champagne. God knew he didn't have any champagne glasses…better planning next time was a must. They couldn't drink it out of coffee cups, for Christ's sake! That'd just look stupid.

She squeaked and grabbed for the towel before it hit the floor. "There is." Terry affirmed defiantly as she carefully lifted the bacon out of the pan. "It's like...when you're little and you have to get up for a school trip and you can already smell breakfast because today is a special day so you get better than just a bit of toast." She watched him rummage for a second, "Juice! Do you have any?" Bacon dealt with, she spun around to the fridge.

"I usually had more than toast," Bobby mentioned absently. His mom had been all about starting the day off right, with a good breakfast. He kept rummaging and found a couple of mismatched wine glasses. Better than the coffee cups, anyway. "Juice, yeah...OJ's in the fri--" Shit.

He pulled back, holding the glasses. "Uh, I'll get it, you can sit down!" he said hurriedly.

Terry blinked at him, surprised by his vehemence but let the door go obediently. "Are you sure? It's not a big deal. I really didn't expect you to make breakfast all by yourself."

"This is your weekend," Bobby covered, looking down at the wine glasses in his hands and quickly setting them on the counter. He got busy carrying the food to the table, leaving the juice (and other drinks) for last.

With a shrug, Terry slid into a chair and propped her chin on her hand, watching him bustle around. A soft smile touched her lips, matching the look in her eyes, not just deeply infatuated but comfortable with the idea of them just this domestic and together. "Aye, so it is. And I'm glad to spend it with you."

Bobby set the last plate near her and grinned at her, stopping to kiss her quickly. "Me too," he said, grabbing the wine glasses and setting them on the table. "Right. Juice." He turned to the fridge, grabbing the carton of orange juice and the bottle of champagne.

Terry picked up a wine glass, smiling at the whimsy for the few moments before he set the two drinks on the table. Then her brain jerked to a halt and she stared blankly for a few seconds before looking up at him. "You...don't drink. You hate drinking."

Bobby shrugged and sat down across from her. "It's a special occasion, right?" He cleared his throat, glancing at the champagne bottle, then back to her. "You wanna do the honors?"

She beamed at him. "Sure." She leaned forward and pulled the bottle to her, trying not to crush the ribbons. There was a faint clinking sound, like something striking glass and she ran her fingers through the ribbon curls until they caught on something cold and smooth. She raised the ring slowly, breath caught somewhere in her throat. A tiny hysterical part of her brain noticed that it was silver and green, not gold and diamond, the rest seemed to have paused with her breathing.

Bobby watched her anxiously, holding his breath as well. One or the other would have to breathe sooner or later. "...Do you like it?" he asked quietly after a few silent moments that seemed to go on forever, to him.

Terry nodded, "Is it peridot?" Her thumb stroked softly over the two green gemstone hearts. She didn't ask him what it was for even though she wanted to.

"Uh. I don't know, maybe." Bobby just knew it was pretty and green and not nearly as scary as the engagement ring had been. "It's...it's a promise ring," he said quietly, watching her toy with the band.

Terry's face drained of blood. She'd been about to tell him that peridot was her birthstone and thus very appropriate but his words drove the trivia right out of her head, "A promise ring...you mean like promising...another ring?" Her fingers tightened around the ring.

Chest tightening, Bobby nodded. "Yeah. But if you don't want it to be that it can just be a graduation present," he added quickly, trying to figure out what that strange expression on her face meant.

She assumed...without really even realizing it...that he'd only asked before out of a sense of responsibility. And then when things fell apart, that only affirmed it. Of course he didn't mean it. Of course it was only circumstance.

Terry felt a bit like someone had just told her that Santa Claus was, in fact, real. "No, I..." Her fingers barely cooperated as she pulled the ribbons away from the bottle, untying them so that she could slide the ring off. "Yes? I mean, I promise?"

Bobby grinned in relief, his breath escaping him in a rush. "Really? You want to, uh…you want it to be?"
She got the ring off the ribbon and held it in her palm, staring at it and wondering--really--what was a promise ring? A promise that someday she'd promise something else? A promise that someday he'd ask her to promise something else? Was this for her? Or him, trying to convince them both that they were going to be okay? Terry held the ring out to him. "Yes." Her voice shook alarmingly so she kept it to the single word.
Bobby took the ring and hesitated for just a moment before taking her left hand and slipping the ring on. Something in his stomach twisted as he looked at it there and he sat back slowly, lifting his gaze from the ring to her face with a bit of effort. "...Looks good," he lied. It looked...disappointing, actually.

She heard the lie but didn't know what it meant. Swallowing hard, she threaded her fingers with his and moved around the table to kiss him softly, sliding in his lap. "Do you regret it? It...can just be a graduation present. If you want." Terry echoed his question quietly, wondering if he'd asked in the first place so that she would decline.

"What? No!" Bobby slipped his arms around her, pulling her closer. "I don't regret it all, baby." This time he was completely sincere.

He touched her cheek lightly and murmured, "I want to promise."

Terry was silent for a second then nodded, "Okay." She smiled, unable to help herself and knowing it had to be the most absurd smile ever, "Okay." She kissed him again and then again, soft little kisses like she meant to stop with each one then had to go back for another, sprinkling them over his face.

Bobby started laughing quietly after a minute of this, keeping her cradled against him. "Your waffles are getting cold."