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a0x0annie · 4 years

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Happy Birthday, Stowaway.

I shouldn't have drunk so much.

It was three in the morning, or at least that was my best guess, based on the pink clock hanging on the opposite side of my tiny room and my not-so-trustworthy-now eyes. I was laying half-dead on the bed, having no energy whatsoever.

It wasn't the best birthday written in my memory - especially considering the fact that I remembered exactly none of the previous ones - so I decided to treat myself with a little bottle of wine...

...and ended up buying the whole shelf.

But fuck it, after all that happened lately I fully deserved it.

- Happy birthday, thottie - I said under my nose, pouring yet another glass of the driest red wine I could find. It was my "bitter" day, so I was happy that nobody bought me a cake.

In fact, nobody bought me anything, actually. But that's just a little detail. Not that I even told anyone my birth date, either.

All of a sudden, I heard knocking on the door. I had no idea who wanted to meet me at that hour, but I was way too drunk to care enough to check it. Hell, I had no energy to even open my eyes. Maybe someone had a vision in their dream, magically learned what day it was, and wanted to wish me a late happy birthday?

Not likely, but no one would ever stop me from dreaming.

Still staying in the comfort of my bed, I yelled lazily:

- Come on in, lost soul. You can leave the presents in the corner.

For a few moments I wasn't sure if they heard me, but just then the door opened gently.

Was it June? Ryona, perhaps? Better not her, she'd kill me.

- Good evening, Stowaway.

Cal.

Suddenly, all of my energy got restored, and the next second I found myself laying in a more seductive manner, with my eyes fully centered on this fucking giant. And dear God, he was just as tall as he was hot.

- Oh hello there, Captain Handsome. What kind of an urgent emergency is bringing you to me at this lovely hour?

Captain.

Handsome.

Just wow, Cath. You're absolutely the best at handling talking to people while drunk, aren't you.

I couldn't hold back a smirk though, when I saw the confusion mixed with a little bit of curiosity and fake frustration in his honey gold eyes.

- Oh God, not you, too - He whined, closing the door with a loud crack, in which all of the remaining gentleness that had surprised me earlier disappeared. Well, that was quick, not gonna lie.

- And here I thought you would like it. Isn't it cruel, even for you, to break my little poor heart like that? - I leaned back, dramatically covering my eyes with the outer part of my palm. - Though I might have gone a little overboard with the whole "handsome" thing, I agree. My bad.

I loved messing with him. I just believed that this overly proud, self-absorbed prick with a stick up his ass longer than my life line needed a little cutting down to size.

He frowned, unsatisfied.

- Call me that once more and I'm cutting your salary by half. - He leaned against the wall. - What even made you think it was a good idea?

- A tiny, itsy-bitsy bit of alcohol, probably.

He then noticed a few bottles laying on the ground. On the bed. In my empty "presents corner".

And fucking everywhere else.

Calderon started grinning, and I couldn't help but feel the irresistible urge to wipe this little smirk off of his sweet face.

- If anyone asks, it's grape juice.

- What kind of grape juice forces people to make a fool out of themselves in front of the others?

- Well, I should be probably asking you this question - I had to bite my lip to hide the mischievous grin that was about to spread all over my face, seeing Cal's reaction. - What? Did I strike your nerve, Captain?

- When didn't you? - He brought himself back to the straight standing position, and being the classic grumpy Calderon everyone knew so well again. - Well, you're having fun, I see. I only hope it won't affect your presence during tomorrow's duties.

Saying that, he lowered his eyebrows and gave me that firm look he just loved giving everyone.

- It would be a shame if you weren't around, considering that you're starting this week with your first kitchen shift. That would be pretty incompetent, even for you. - He gave me a sarcastic look. - And besides, you wouldn't like to be kicked out of the crew so soon, would you?

I rolled my eyes.

- I'd manage, I'm a smart girl. But wait... - I sat more comfortably. - Was this your entire point of coming to my room? At three in the morning? - I breathed in and out loudly. - Oh my God, and here I thought you couldn't be any more... you.

- I just wanted to be sure that I won't have to starve, waiting for our lovely princess bubblegum to make us all this exceptional honor of waking up and condescendingly serving us a meal. - He looked at me sarcastically. Again. - Also, was that an insult? If so, I feel deeply offended - After saying that, he processed to raise one of his eyebrows to the sky.

I fake gasped.

- Me? Insulting you? Never! Now I am offended. I love your ass-stick so much that I wait for the day when you finally pull it out so I can see it closely - I formed a little heart with my hands.

A part of me didn't buy his excuses, or maybe didn't want to buy them, so I asked:

- Are you sure this was your only motive coming here, though?

- Don't even try to provoke me.

I smiled to myself.

- Don't you worry, sir. I was going to fall asleep soon anyway...

That was a lie.

- ...and at the very least I didn't plan to misbehave.

That was an even bigger lie.

Suddenly, a fun idea crossed my mind.

I smiled and looked him straight in the eye, innocently.

- I mean, unless you order me to, of course. You're the captain here, after all.

That ought to be interesting, I thought.

Calderon realized what was going on, or at the very least that was what it seemed like based on the look painting on his face. Posing myself a little more seductively on the bed again I gave him a challenging look, and after a few moments of what I guessed was an inner fight whether to join me or not, his expression changed, mimicking my own.

Ladies and gentlemen, or whatever other pronoun you prefer, please give a warm welcome to our new Player 2!

Let me see what you've got on you then, golden boy.

I stood up from the bed and tried my best to walk up to him without tripping on one of the dozens of bottles left after my one-guest-only-party. I was doing just great (or so I thought), but then I remembered that one small detail, which was that I was kinda fucking drunk and my legs didn't work that well anymore.

After coming up with some - not gonna lie -quite creative curses in my head, I tripped and started falling off.

Oh yes, breaking my nose was definitely going to make me look incredibly sexy. Good thing I'd look amazing no matter the circumstances - or so I'm told, at least.

Accepting the fact that I was about to lose my own game that I started literally a minute ago, and probably a few teeth as a bonus, I covered my face with my arms and prayed to not fell on a bottle. I had enough shitty scars already.

Just before hitting the ground, I unexpectedly felt a tight grip on my waist that held me back and I sighed with relief. Looks like for a moment I forgot that Cal was, indeed, in the same room as me. And I could say a lot of not exactly favorable things about him, but even he wouldn't just let me break my entire face in front of his feet.

And besides, blood is quite hard to wash off, so here's that, too.

As I was making myself stand on two feet again with a little of Cal's help, I rememberd my first day on the A6 and what I told June when the exactly same situation happened.

Maybe our flirting battle wasn't over yet after all.

Why am I falling so often here, by the way?

- Nice catch! Now you can tell the others that I fell for you. - I winked at him.

This line is fucking brilliant and you cannot convince me otherwise.

Cal didn't look too impressed, though.

- Well, hadn't you before that, already?

...Was I this obvious?

I tried to keep a straight face, ignoring the heat that was spreading all over my cheeks. Wow, I blush so rarely that I've actually forgotten how it felt like.

And I didn't like this feeling at all.

- Aren't you a little bit too confident, dear? - saying that, I tried to keep my balance. I didn't want to rely on him so much.

When I was finally stable on the ground and in (almost) full control of my body once again, I "accidentally" lost my balance and leaned closer to him. Then, I wrapped my arms around his neck like it was nothing; like I was just trying to not fall again.

To be honest, I wasn't sure if he would even let me do that, but he did - and that was the moment when I knew my plan was working.

Our faces were almost touching and I had to hide the excitement of knowing what was going to happen next, because come on, even a child would guess that.

I looked him straight in the eyes with a bold expression.

He then asked me with visible playfulness in his eyes:

- I knew you were quite a flirt before, but... - he laughed shortly. - Do you always mess with hearts of the innocent when drunk?

- Only with the ones that I'm interested in when sober. Very interested in - I said without skipping a beat.

A huge, mischievous grin spread across my face as I saw Calderon's beautiful reaction. It was so obvious he didn't see that coming, and the image of him squirming under my gaze was quite satisfactory to watch.

- Oh, what's that, captain? Caught you off guard? - I was so drunk that I started laughing at my own stupid joke. - Get it? Off guard?

Did I really just cockblock myself like that.

Wow, genius.

After a few seconds, my incredibly dry and unfunny pun hit Cal like a hard rock that must have damaged his head, because he started laughing uncontrollably with me. The sad thing was that, unlike me, he was actually sober. Oh, Cap.

I couldn't tell how long we were in this state, but let me tell you, way too long.

- Okay, you got me here, I admit - he giggled one more time shortly in a low voice, composing himself way faster than I ever could. - What do you want now, a cookie?

- If you insist. - I said that, wiping tears off my face, still smiling like an idiot. - I'm always down for something sweet, ya know.

Like a kiss.

Or something a little more than a kiss.

Just sayin'.

He started looking serious again and I couldn't believe how fast he went from an adorable dork to an ordinary jackass in a matter of seconds.

No, wait. I could, actually. It's Calderon, after all.

- Alright, it was fun and all, but now better wipe that stupid grin off of your face and go to bed.

- Or else? - I asked him, looking from under my long eyelashes, as innocently as I possibly could, and smiling like an angel that I definitely wasn't.

- Or else I'll have to make you do it.

This simple sentence was enough to make my whole body hot, with the desire so powerful that could knock me out any second.

I didn't expect him to answer me like that at all.

Am I horny or am I horny?

- I'd love to see you try - I said, while desperately trying my best to keep my cool. I wasn't going to give him that satisfaction.

But then he looked me with lust in his eyes and my whole plan of not acting like I've lost my mind fell apart.

I felt like a complete idiot, no one has ever made me act like that except for this jackass. I was always the one making other lose their minds, for fuck's sake! How did the roles turn around so fast?

What's more important, why did I even like him this much? He was like every other high-class dick I've met in my life, and believe me, I've met a lot of them.

And yet, there was something... else, about him. Something that somehow made me interested in him.

For the first time in a very long time I was flirting not to gain what I wanted to survive or simply out of habit, but because I wanted to, and because I actually meant it. And I... almost felt like didn't have to keep my mask on.

Almost.

- You know that ignoring the orders of your boss is not the brightest idea, considering your current situation, right?

- Oh, shut up - I tip-toed, waiting for my kiss.

He then leaned down and whispered to my ear:

- Happy birthday, Stowaway.

And just like that, he was gone.

I smiled.

- Well played, Captain. Well played.

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My first fanfic ever, yay! Haha

I'm not a writer and English isn't my first language so I'm sorry for all the mistakes, weird writing etc.

I had fun writing this though, so if anyone likes it I might post my other fics ^w^

Happy Valentine everyone ~

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