Top Notes Chapter Two
Title: Top Notes
Author:
Fandom: Covert Affairs
Rating: K
Warnings: N/A
Pairings (if applicable) Annie/Auggie
Character(s) (if applicable) Annie, Auggie, Danielle,
Summary: Sequel to "Solace". Auggie Anderson became a permanent fixture of the Brooks-Walker household. Curled up to Annie, he wondered for how long they could toe the line between Friends and More than Friends, without messing it all up
"Auggie," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes were clenched tightly, as if afraid of opening them.
A gasp escaped her lips, and her labored breathing filled the room's silence.
"Auggie. No, no . . . Auggie," she choked out, tears running from her eyes.
She was in the same position that she was in when she fell asleep, except this time, she was shivering violently, and whimpering her best friend's name.
Auggie's eyes fluttered opened at the call of his name, and turned his head around, half-expecting to be able to see what was happening.
He felt wet drops running down his shoulder, and heard the quiet sobs of the woman next to him.
"Annie?" he whispered, somewhat against breaking what was left of the silence.
He shook her gently, an attempt to rouse her from her nightmare filled sleep. "Annie? Annie, honey?" he murmured.
"Auggie?"
He could tell that she had woken up, because her voice was clearer now, not muffled by sobs, and her voice rang out, slightly tinged with confusion.
He was prepared for her to fall back asleep, but what he wasn't prepared for was her practically tackling him in a hug.
Her choked sobs rang out in his ears, before she affectionately nuzzled him and murmured, "I dreamt you were dead."
His eyes closed as the realization finally dawned on him.
"Annie," he murmured, laying back on the couch, and pulling her towards him. Once she was comfortably positioned, he leaned slightly to whisper in her ear.
"Sleep, Annie. I'll be here."
xXx
Annie wasn't the type of person to wake up quickly in the morning. That was more 'Elle's forte. So, on that morning, when she woke up, it took her a moment or two. She was comfortable - that much was obvious.
After working for the CIA for even this short time, she was immediately able to tell when she woke up on a mission - she was rarely comfortable on those.
She wasn't in her bed, for another thing. Her bed smelled like a mixture between Downy fabric softener, cinnamon from her candles, and her peach shampoo. Whatever she was on smelled like aftershave, Gain laundry detergent, and was that . . . Play-Doh?
Huh.
She blearily opened her eyes, and cringed when she saw how bright the light was. It was morning, that was for sure. It had to be early, she deduced once her eyes adjusted, and saw that the sun had barely risen.
Seeing the sleek wooden floor alerted her to being in her sister's house.
Using her arms to lift herself off, she looked down to see exactly what she was strewn upon.
Whoa.
Lying stomach up on the couch - which explained the Play-Doh smell, belonging to the girls', of course - was none other than Auggie himself.
His gray vest was wrinkled slightly, and his hair mussed. Her moving must have roused him awake, for his eyes were crinkling before opening fully, with an accompanying yawn.
Quickly remembering what happened the previous night, and the weight of her body on his, he smiled up and smirked.
"Hello, sleeping beauty," he murmured knowingly.
She rolled her eyes for her own benefit, and lifting herself completely, stretched out her arm to help him up.
"C'mon," he whined childishly, "I was comfy."
As he obliged, getting up from the couch, she spoke, "Come on, handsome, it's a great morning."
They walked all the way to the kitchen before Auggie spoke again, "I'll have you know, "great morning" is an oxymoron."
xXx
They had both remained relatively quiet as they ate their breakfast. They were the only ones awake in the house, as it was still too early for the rest of the family to be up.
Auggie was deep in his thoughts, and that was enough to command his attention. He was remembering what it was like being asleep next to his best friend. Curled up to Annie, he had wondered for how long they could toe the line between Friends and More than Friends, without messing it all up.
It was implicit to both of them, that they needed each other in their lives.
Annie's thoughts were similar to his. Auggie was her best friend, but there was something there between them.
An unspoken line was always toed, but never crossed, for fear on both their parts prevented that.
Their thoughts were both interrupted by the two girls shuffled down the stairs and in to the kitchen. Chloe slapped the countertop before exclaiming sleepily, "I won!"
"You did not, Chlo'," Katia responded, opening the fridge to get her orange juice.
When Katia wasn't paying attention, Chloe muttered, "Did too."
The girls both noticed the two adults at the same time. Rubbing her eyes, Katia greeted them, "Mornin' Annie. Mornin' Auggie."
"Morning Katia, morning Chloe," he responded cheerily.
Chloe waved in response, "Hey," she murmured.
"Why are you girls up so early?" Annie questioned, quietly sipping her coffee.
"Mom's taking us to the zoo today since we don't have school today. She wants us to go early," Katia responded, slurping down her chocolate milk.
Danielle entered the kitchen a moment after Katia finished her sentence, and kissed each of her daughters. Michael, sluggishly trailing behind her, did the same.
"Hey Annie. Hey Auggie," Danielle greeted them, while taking a sip of the coffee Annie had pushed towards her.
Annie managed a sleepy "'Ello," before getting up to steal the Lucky Charms box from Chloe.
Auggie, peppy as always, responded with a, "Hello, Danielle."
"So, how did you guys sleep last night? I can't imagine you must've been comfortable on the couch," Danielle inquired.
Auggie's eyes widened as he turned his head towards Annie, waiting, with bated breath, to hear what she had to say. Did she remember the nightmare, and sobbing on his shoulder in the middle of the night?
After pouring herself a bowl of Lucky Charms, she responded, "Actually, I slept great. A completely dreamless sleep. I think I would have slept through a tornado, if there would've been one," she commented, picking the marshmallows out from the cereal to eat.
Auggie breathed a relieved sigh. The crisis was averted.
xXx
They arrived at the DPD, and Auggie made a beeline for his desk, wanting to change as soon as possible before anyone else could see he hadn't changed clothes. That, along with the fact that he left and arrived with Annie, would be enough to feed the proverbial water cooler for a month.
When he came back, dressed in his clean clothes, Annie was comfortably settled in his chair.
"Is this going to become a habit for you," she teased, "Walking the "Walk of Shame"? Because, I've got a reputation to keep, and I don't want you dirtying it up without me knowing it."
He raised his eyebrows and strolled over to her. Perching himself on his desk, he leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"Trust me, Walker. When I dirty up your reputation, you'll know it," he responded slyly.
With their close proximity, she was sure that he could feel the heat radiating off of her blood-red cheeks. She cleared her throat, and rolled the chair slightly away from him.
"Have you got anything to do tonight?" she asked, willing her face to return to its normal shade.
"No, why?" he replied, tilting his head.
"Today's Friday, and Fridays are Movie Nights. Chloe was the one that got to pick for today, and she picked "The Little Mermaid". Again. So you, being the very best friend that you are, are to take me out of my misery, because, honestly, not even Walt Disney could watch "The Little Mermaid" nine times."
"Nine times? Wow. Sure, I'm not doing anything tonight. Want to have a little movie night of our own? I've got popcorn," he responded, saying the last sentence in a sing-song voice.
"Great, it's a date."
Next Chapter.
Author:
Fandom: Covert Affairs
Rating: K
Warnings: N/A
Pairings (if applicable) Annie/Auggie
Character(s) (if applicable) Annie, Auggie, Danielle,
Summary: Sequel to "Solace". Auggie Anderson became a permanent fixture of the Brooks-Walker household. Curled up to Annie, he wondered for how long they could toe the line between Friends and More than Friends, without messing it all up
"Auggie," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes were clenched tightly, as if afraid of opening them.
A gasp escaped her lips, and her labored breathing filled the room's silence.
"Auggie. No, no . . . Auggie," she choked out, tears running from her eyes.
She was in the same position that she was in when she fell asleep, except this time, she was shivering violently, and whimpering her best friend's name.
Auggie's eyes fluttered opened at the call of his name, and turned his head around, half-expecting to be able to see what was happening.
He felt wet drops running down his shoulder, and heard the quiet sobs of the woman next to him.
"Annie?" he whispered, somewhat against breaking what was left of the silence.
He shook her gently, an attempt to rouse her from her nightmare filled sleep. "Annie? Annie, honey?" he murmured.
"Auggie?"
He could tell that she had woken up, because her voice was clearer now, not muffled by sobs, and her voice rang out, slightly tinged with confusion.
He was prepared for her to fall back asleep, but what he wasn't prepared for was her practically tackling him in a hug.
Her choked sobs rang out in his ears, before she affectionately nuzzled him and murmured, "I dreamt you were dead."
His eyes closed as the realization finally dawned on him.
"Annie," he murmured, laying back on the couch, and pulling her towards him. Once she was comfortably positioned, he leaned slightly to whisper in her ear.
"Sleep, Annie. I'll be here."
xXx
Annie wasn't the type of person to wake up quickly in the morning. That was more 'Elle's forte. So, on that morning, when she woke up, it took her a moment or two. She was comfortable - that much was obvious.
After working for the CIA for even this short time, she was immediately able to tell when she woke up on a mission - she was rarely comfortable on those.
She wasn't in her bed, for another thing. Her bed smelled like a mixture between Downy fabric softener, cinnamon from her candles, and her peach shampoo. Whatever she was on smelled like aftershave, Gain laundry detergent, and was that . . . Play-Doh?
Huh.
She blearily opened her eyes, and cringed when she saw how bright the light was. It was morning, that was for sure. It had to be early, she deduced once her eyes adjusted, and saw that the sun had barely risen.
Seeing the sleek wooden floor alerted her to being in her sister's house.
Using her arms to lift herself off, she looked down to see exactly what she was strewn upon.
Whoa.
Lying stomach up on the couch - which explained the Play-Doh smell, belonging to the girls', of course - was none other than Auggie himself.
His gray vest was wrinkled slightly, and his hair mussed. Her moving must have roused him awake, for his eyes were crinkling before opening fully, with an accompanying yawn.
Quickly remembering what happened the previous night, and the weight of her body on his, he smiled up and smirked.
"Hello, sleeping beauty," he murmured knowingly.
She rolled her eyes for her own benefit, and lifting herself completely, stretched out her arm to help him up.
"C'mon," he whined childishly, "I was comfy."
As he obliged, getting up from the couch, she spoke, "Come on, handsome, it's a great morning."
They walked all the way to the kitchen before Auggie spoke again, "I'll have you know, "great morning" is an oxymoron."
xXx
They had both remained relatively quiet as they ate their breakfast. They were the only ones awake in the house, as it was still too early for the rest of the family to be up.
Auggie was deep in his thoughts, and that was enough to command his attention. He was remembering what it was like being asleep next to his best friend. Curled up to Annie, he had wondered for how long they could toe the line between Friends and More than Friends, without messing it all up.
It was implicit to both of them, that they needed each other in their lives.
Annie's thoughts were similar to his. Auggie was her best friend, but there was something there between them.
An unspoken line was always toed, but never crossed, for fear on both their parts prevented that.
Their thoughts were both interrupted by the two girls shuffled down the stairs and in to the kitchen. Chloe slapped the countertop before exclaiming sleepily, "I won!"
"You did not, Chlo'," Katia responded, opening the fridge to get her orange juice.
When Katia wasn't paying attention, Chloe muttered, "Did too."
The girls both noticed the two adults at the same time. Rubbing her eyes, Katia greeted them, "Mornin' Annie. Mornin' Auggie."
"Morning Katia, morning Chloe," he responded cheerily.
Chloe waved in response, "Hey," she murmured.
"Why are you girls up so early?" Annie questioned, quietly sipping her coffee.
"Mom's taking us to the zoo today since we don't have school today. She wants us to go early," Katia responded, slurping down her chocolate milk.
Danielle entered the kitchen a moment after Katia finished her sentence, and kissed each of her daughters. Michael, sluggishly trailing behind her, did the same.
"Hey Annie. Hey Auggie," Danielle greeted them, while taking a sip of the coffee Annie had pushed towards her.
Annie managed a sleepy "'Ello," before getting up to steal the Lucky Charms box from Chloe.
Auggie, peppy as always, responded with a, "Hello, Danielle."
"So, how did you guys sleep last night? I can't imagine you must've been comfortable on the couch," Danielle inquired.
Auggie's eyes widened as he turned his head towards Annie, waiting, with bated breath, to hear what she had to say. Did she remember the nightmare, and sobbing on his shoulder in the middle of the night?
After pouring herself a bowl of Lucky Charms, she responded, "Actually, I slept great. A completely dreamless sleep. I think I would have slept through a tornado, if there would've been one," she commented, picking the marshmallows out from the cereal to eat.
Auggie breathed a relieved sigh. The crisis was averted.
xXx
They arrived at the DPD, and Auggie made a beeline for his desk, wanting to change as soon as possible before anyone else could see he hadn't changed clothes. That, along with the fact that he left and arrived with Annie, would be enough to feed the proverbial water cooler for a month.
When he came back, dressed in his clean clothes, Annie was comfortably settled in his chair.
"Is this going to become a habit for you," she teased, "Walking the "Walk of Shame"? Because, I've got a reputation to keep, and I don't want you dirtying it up without me knowing it."
He raised his eyebrows and strolled over to her. Perching himself on his desk, he leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"Trust me, Walker. When I dirty up your reputation, you'll know it," he responded slyly.
With their close proximity, she was sure that he could feel the heat radiating off of her blood-red cheeks. She cleared her throat, and rolled the chair slightly away from him.
"Have you got anything to do tonight?" she asked, willing her face to return to its normal shade.
"No, why?" he replied, tilting his head.
"Today's Friday, and Fridays are Movie Nights. Chloe was the one that got to pick for today, and she picked "The Little Mermaid". Again. So you, being the very best friend that you are, are to take me out of my misery, because, honestly, not even Walt Disney could watch "The Little Mermaid" nine times."
"Nine times? Wow. Sure, I'm not doing anything tonight. Want to have a little movie night of our own? I've got popcorn," he responded, saying the last sentence in a sing-song voice.
"Great, it's a date."
Next Chapter.