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It was a dark and overcast day, rain drizzled from the sky tapping on the windows quietly as cold air coated the land. It was the perfect day to just be lazy and unproductive, which is exactly what Q and Aya were doing. They sat in the living room bundled up in their pajamas lounging on the couch with the cats scattered about snoozing the day away. Q sat on the couch rewatching old 80s movies while Aya sat next to him propped up on the couch using Q as a backrest with her nose in a book.
It was a quiet calm day. It wasn't often where the two had just a calm day off, they always had activities with friends, they had conflicting schedules, or they just had errands to run meaning every day had to be a productive day. It was always something. But today was a day they could just enjoy each others company and relax without a worry.
The time was passing and the hours bled into the afternoon and Q shifted around realizing exactly how sweaty and greasy he was feeling, he taps Aya and she pauses her reading to look up at Q.
"Hey baby, i'm gonna go shower, feeling a little gross." She grabs her bookmark and slides it in to save her place and leans forward to allow Q the guiltless freedom to get up. He stretches a bit and his shirt rides up, Aya stares in wonder with hunger in her eyes and Q takes notice. "I feel so gross right now, no way." He says with a devilish smirk. With that he went off to the hit the showers leaving Aya to pout on the couch and continue on her literary journey.
He undresses and steps into the steamy water of the shower. The moment he stepped into the shower, a low rumble comes from outside and he sees a small flash of light in the small window. It was really storming now. It didn't bother him though, he carried on with his shower. What he was oblivious to was how his girlfriend was reacting to the start of the storm.
He steps out of the shower feeling refreshed and puts on some clothes heading back down to the living room with anticipation only to see it empty. Aya's book was left carefully placed on the couch and the cats were nowhere to be found. Thunder rolls in and the sky illuminates with lightening.
"Meow!" Q half jumped out of his skin and turned around to see Benjamin standing there.
"Hey Benji. Where's Aya?" Benjamin meows again and sits down, eyes filled with judgment. "Thanks for the help." He flatly says as he walks past the small feline. He begins to roam the house calling out his girlfriends name.
"Aya?" He poked his head into the guest room, the bathroom, the guest bathroom, the closet, everywhere. He then walks into the main bedroom and looks around to see Brooklyn cat sitting outside the closet door. Q doesn't say anything but he slides open the door and inside was just what he thought he would find: a terrified Aya holding Chessie close with her eyes sealed shut. She opens her eyes and they dart to Q and they're filled with fear. "What are you doing in here?" He asks softly. Another roar of thunder comes storming in and Aya holds Chessie a little tighter and closes her eyes. That's when it all pieced together. "Are you... scared of thunder??" He says almost like he couldn't believe it.
"Yeah and what?" She says defensively burying her face in Chessie's fur in utter shame. Q quickly realizes his mistake and softens his attitude and sits himself outside the closet door.
"Hey i'm sorry I didn't know. Why didn't you tell me?" He gently graces her cheek with his fingertips tracing her jaw down to her chin, he turns her head so that their eyes meet. Her eyes drift to the side in humiliation.
"Thought you'd make fun of me. I'm a grown woman scared of thunder." Another grumble from outside comes and Q quickly but gently grabs her and holds her close as the noise passes.
"And i'm a grown man with a severe phobia of spiders. We all have our fears, but I want you to know i'm here to help. I'm sorry for jumping the gun and teasing you." He hugs her and gets up. "I'll grab a few things."
Blankets, laptop, headphones, and some pillows and he was right back to the closet. He moves a few things around and out of the inside to make it a little comfortable secret spot for Aya. She sits in there cozy but now with Brooklyn cat snuggled on her lap purring away.
"Now if you need anything, text me. I'd hang out in here with you, but i'm too fat to do that, i'd probably crush you and poor little Brooklyn cat." He pets the kitten's fur and Aya let's out a dainty giggle as she looks up with glistening eyes at her boyfriend. "I'll let you hang in here where you're safe and I can grab you when the storm is over. Will you be okay?" She looks up and her smile stretches from ear to ear.
"Now i'll be okay. Thank you." Q leans down and places a soft kiss on her lips and strokes her soft hair.
"I love you my darling."
"And I love you Brian."