Make Me Feel Alive

I woke up slowly, feeling something against my shoulder. I shifted, figuring it was just Toby trying to take over the bed like usual.
"Morgan."
Fuck. Unless Toby had learned to talk...
I opened my eyes blearily, and glanced around the unfamiliar room.
Ashleys room, my aching brain told me.
I blinked a few times, then sat up.
I hadn't meant to sleep over.
"Here," Ashley was sitting on the edge of the bed, a cup of coffee in his hand. He offered it to me, and I held the sheet to my chest as I took it with relief.
"Sleep well?"
"I'm guessing so." I took a sip of coffee; again with the chocolate.
I looked at him questioningly, and he just shrugged.
"I might have assumed you would be sleeping over some."
I smiled slightly. "I normally wouldn't have. What time did we even get back?"
"Three or four, maybe. It took us a while to make it to the apartment." he grinned at me, and I felt my face flush.
The club bathroom, once in the car, and then I think we made it as far as the couch in the living room before I couldn't remember anything else.
I looked down at my coffee, then took anothet sip before handing it back. "I really should get going."
"Hey, give yourself some wakeup time, then I'll give you a ride back," Ashley told me, getting to his feet. He sat the coffee down, and then tossed a shirt at me.
I blinked, feeling surprised.
"Why do I feel like you planned this?"
"Well, do you wanna wear your party dress or one of my nice, comfy shirts?"
Point. I shrugged, then slipped it over my head, it landing about mid thigh.
I crawled out of bed, feeling a little embarrassed at my no-underwear situation. I really should have stowed some in my purse or something.
I followed Ashley out blindly; I'd lost my contacts at some point.
I stepped into the kitchen, a very large setup for just one guy. "I like to cook," he shrugged at me.
I chuckled, leaning against the counter. "What time is it?" "About noon. We slept in."
"Well, considering when we went to sleep," I sighed, and Ashley grinned. He wasn't in anything but pajama pants, and I really appreciated the fit view I was getting as they hung on his hips.
"So, what do you want for breakfast?"
"Aspirin."
Ashley gave a surprised laugh, then disappeared into what I assumed was the bathroom before tossing the pill bottle at me.
I took some aspirin gratefully.
My head was pounding.
"Does pancakes sound good?" he was already getting the stuff out, so I just nodded.
And then there were pancakes.
And he made pretty good pancakes.

Notes

Sorry it's taken me so long to post, I got caught up reading MIW fanfiction in my spare time instead of writing, and then I was trying to get my other story Escaping Grace to its finish.
So enjoy the aftermath of clubbing with Ashley and Morgan! It's not very long, but I'll start posting again soon!