to make you feel my love * melanie

Taze grumbled the entire ride back to Braxton's apartment. The two sat in the back seat and made out the whole way back, Braxton not letting Melanie climb off his lap to sit on her own. When they got back to his place, Taze basically pushed them out of the truck and zoomed off before he saw too much.

Inside, Braxton carried Melanie straight to the couch where he sat down and cradled her in his arms, feeling her weight on his lap as sh snuggled up to him. He rested his forehead on her shoulder, trying to keep the room from spinning, "I think I am going to be sick." He groaned, lightly pushing her off of his llap so he could go through his room, to the bathroom.

Sighing, Melanie walked in to the kitchen to grab him a glass of water before following Brax in to the bathroom, settling on the floor beside the toilet. It broke her heart to see him like this, but she couldn't help but feel like it made him seem a little bit more human than he could be some times. Reaching over to him, she ran her hand along his back in small, slow circles while waiting for him to stop. "I'm sorry." She murmured more to herself rather than him, keeping the movement up as she did so. This one she took full responsibility for. If she had just stayed in the room, he wouldn't be sick right now.

Braxton finished throwing up the contents of his stomach and leaned back, sitting on the tiled floor and leaning against the wall across from the toilet as he sipped the water she had handed him, "Sorry? Don't be. I'm not." His voice was clipped as he took another swig of water and put the glass down, looking at Melanie for a moment of thought before standing and leaning over the sink so brush him teeth.

One his mouth didn't taste like twice tasted beer, he looked at her and stooped down so his eyes were almost level with hers. He grabbed her wrists and guided her off the floor, "Wanna take a shower?" He asked, a mischievous look taking over face and making his generally icy, blue eyes glitter with warmth.

Looking him over, Melanie giggled slightly. He definitely needed one and she hadn't had one since...well, she wasn't going there. "Well, we wouldn't want you to stink." She teased, wrapping one arm around his neck as well as she could before kissing him lightly and backing up towards the shower.

*ahem...le time jump?"

Somehow, although if asked Braxton couldn't explain how, they ended up on the couch in the living room. There was a fluffy black towel underneath his head that he didn't remember carrying in here and his naked....Melanie, was still laying on top of him asleep like she had been for days at the hospital. He yawned and turned his head to look at the clock on the cable box. It showed that it was already noon. No wonder he was starving. Moving his arm to her uninjured shoulder, Braxton shook Melanie awake, squinting into the lighted window and trying to ignore his massive hangover.

"Food. Melanie." He groaned. Lifting her up with his sore muscles and sliding out from beneath her. He couldn't tell if she had woken with his words or not, but he found himself trying to find something to put on. Finding a pair of black silk boxers, he walked into his kitchen with only that on and pulled open the fridge. Less then fifteen minutes later, he was standing over the stove cooking eggs and bacon and drinking his fourth bottle of water, hoping his pounding in his head would go away soon.

Melanie groaned as Braxton woke her up, more at the realization that she still hadn't fixed her clothes problem than anything else. Grabbing the blanket they had ended up in, she found her way to the bedroom to grab on of his shirts before reentering the the living room. "Morning." She greeted, walking in to the kitchen behind him and leaning against a counter. From where she stood she could tell his head was likely giving him fits, but that seemed to be the worst of it. "How are you feeling?" The concern in her voice was only thinly veiled, but she really couldn't bring herself to care as she stood there.

That was a good question. How was he doing? Sure he was hungover, but that wasn't new, nor was it very unexpected. But his mind kept replaying her words from last night. She said she...He couldn't even bring the though forward. It was like a little part of heaven that, if thought about too much, would easily break beyond repair. With a grin, Braxton popped a piece of bacon in his mouth, "Awesome, considering." He said, holding out a piece of bacon as if he were offering to feed ti to her, "I am making us some breakfast."

Laughing, Melanie rolled her eyes playfully before taking the bacon from him anyways. Now that he mentioned it, she was starving. When was the last time that she had eaten real food? Probably since the last time they had eaten before going to the hospital, if she actually put her mind to it. The thought made her shiver slightly, but she shook it off and grinned back at Braxton. "It smells great." She complimented.She was touched that he was actually up and making breakfast, though part of her knew it was probably just because he was hungry.

Braxton shook his head and made sure the fire wasn't up too high before turning and wrapping his arms around Melanie. Planting a cute kiss on her lips, he smiled and said, "Well thank Octavia. She always berated me and told me a good boyfriend would know hoe to make his lady breakfast." He frowned at the ceiling for a moment before continuing, "I guess we're lucky I actually remembered. I haven't had a 'lady' before so I never did cook." He pulled away from her and winked before scooping the eggs out onto two plates, "And don't expect any other feats of culinary prowess, because that ain't me." He laughed and popped toast out of the toaster, throwing it on the plates. Finally, he placed a plate on the bar between his kitchen and his living room for Melanie and kept one of the plates on the kitchen side of the counter for himself, "Enjoy."

"Don't worry, I've got you covered." Melanie observed as she slid on to the chair.The remainder of the comment, caused her to look at Braxton questioningly, though she didn't speak until after he had sat the plate down. part of her was shocked that he had even said the word, while the other was rattling her brain trying to figure out when they had had that conversation. "Are you being serious?" She asked through a smile, though she was sure she already knew the answer. Braxton generally meant what he said, but this time...she wanted to be certain first. 

Braxton grinned and took a bite of bacon, "Yep, unfortunately I can't even make grilled cheese. But I promise I can make you breakfast whenever you want." He shrugged and grabbed a bag of shredded cheese to load on top of his eggs. He purposely didn't look at her, knowing he would laugh at her response if he saw her face right now. Taking a huge bite of toast, Braxton finally leaned across the counter and kissed the shock off Melanie's face, "Eat up. We have work today, remember?"

"Tease." Melanie laughed. Really, she didn't care if he put a label on it right now, especially since they were going to have to work that day. "Don't remind me. I want no part of the chaos I'm sure the other agents have fallen in to by now." They were like two year olds sometimes. Highly trained two year olds, but still. They couldn't be left unsupervised for very long, and she had been out of touch for three days by this point. It sounded like a headache and a half. Still, breakfast was not the place to dwell on that, not today.

Taking a bite out of her eggs, Melanie smiled to herself before finishing them in silence. At least if he could only cook one thing, he did it well. Standing up once she was done, she put her plate in the sink before walking back over to Braxton and giving him a peck on the cheek. "it was great, thank you. I don't suppose you know where my phone ended up? I need to call cass unless you want to explain to Fin and the Commander why I'm wearing your clothes to work."

Braxton left his plate on the counter and went into the living room, ducking into the bathroom where he had seen her phone left on the counter. When he joined her again he held her phone up but didn't let her take it, "I don't mind explaining." He grinned, holding her phone just out of her reach.

"Brax!" Melanie squealed, reaching as far up his arm as she could. Why did he have to be so tall? She was going to have to start wearing heels again to even out the playing field. "That's it. I'm bringing clothes next time I come over." The scowl that she attempted to give him resulted in a fit of giggles, something she hadn't done in a long time. On an emotional level, it felt good to laugh again, but her side was starting to protest the movement. Letting her arm fall back down towards his chest, she stood quietly for a moment with her head turned towards the floor. Once she could breathe again, she smiled up at him, trying to formulate a plan for how to get the phone.

Keeping the phone well out of her reach, Braxton reached forward with his other arm and wrapped it around her waist so that their bodies were pressed together, "We don't have work for an hour." He said, pressing his lips to her neck, "And you do love me, so...you thinking what I'm thinking?" He teased running his fingers across her back underneath his t-shirt.