Calypso and the Moon

Knees.

an: smut.
tw: spitkink ;)

The sun was well up before Calypso the next morning. It was burning hot onto the pavements and buildings of Manhattan, and if it weren't for her phone's ringing, she'd have slept till the next day.

"Yeah?" She answered, her voice groggy and ruff. She propped her elbow on the mattress, her eyes still closed.

"You still asleep?"

She frowned, her eyes opening. Her room was aess from the night before, and the bed was empty next to her. She looked at the screen, and a sleepy smile spread across her face.

"No," She lied, biting down on her bottom lip.

"Yeah? What you doing then?" James asked. She could practically hear the smile at the other end.

"Uh- just- what do you want, James?"

He laughed, causing butterflies to awaken in her stomach. "Wanted to hear your voice." She hummed, peering at the clock on her bedside table. "Jesus, it's noon."

"Sure is, sleep well?"

She hummed again, fiddling with the hem of her covers. "Where are you?" James inhaled deeply, turning in his office chair, "At the office,"

She layed back in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, "Would've liked waking up to you," James smiled, leaning back in his chair. He licked his lips before he spoke, "Yeah? Sorry, honey. Let me make it up to you,"

"How?"

"Let me make you dinner tonight,"

She blushed, her chest burning at the sentiment. "Fine. See you then," She felt excitement bubble in her stomach, and she smiled widely to herself.

"Later, baby,"

And then, there was silence again. She let the phone drop next to her head, her hands coming up to her face. An excited squeal broke from her and she jumped from her warm bed, her dogs following behind her.

She padded into the kitchen, and noticed a small, yellow sticky note on her fridge. She read it a few times over, her sleepiness making everything ten time harder for her.

Went to work. love you, honey.

-J.D

She chuckled softly, loving the way James always left her notes. She trailed her fingers over the note, then swung the fridge open. She hadn't noticed the dull, rhythmic headache in the back of her brain. She filled a tall glass with water, and stared through her window as she downed it.

She showered while screaming to some ABBA song, and slipped her athletic wear on, and walked down her lobby stairs, her dogs by her side. She walked and jogged with them for about an hour, grabbed a coffee at the local coffee shop and she was quick on her way back home.

As she walked up the stairs, she frowned. A maroon coloured box sat at her door, and she picked it up, and her frown instantly changed to a wide, blushing grin.

A small white card with 'Dudley Inc.' Sat on it, and she flipped it over, scribbled in neat handwriting stood:

Wear this, or else.

-James.

She opened it, and the red dress James had brought her beamed at her, and her chest tightened as she stared down at it, her lips parted in astonishment.

Closing the door behind her dogs, she let them free and they stood attacked eachother, playing with eachother as they ran around the small apartment. She stuck the card on her fridge, and pulled the dress from the box.