[DAFLAT]this one goes out to the ladies at breakfast in last nights dress [LULU]

Kensington

”That’ll be 3 Galleons and 8 Sickles, Mr. Regan sirs.”

Murphy peered down kindly at the house elf staring at him with his wide eyes. Clad in the uniform of the local grocery delivery service, he’d dropped off bags upon bags of groceries. Pulling out his wallet, Murphy unfolded his Gringotts voucher slip and scrawled the amount on the lines before signing it, passing it to the elf. “Thank you, Zippy.” He said kindly, before the elf popped out. Spinning to look at the food on the counter, he rubbed his hands together and grinned.

“Perfect!”

This was one of the days out of the week that he’d snuck and spent the night at Erika’s flat. They’d gone to some muggle flick full of explosions and gratuitous use of curse words, and it’d been amazing. Murphy didn’t know how the muggles did it, but they made their picture shows so realistic. After a quick to the pub, and apparating to her flat, Kira and he had taken a shower together and fallen asleep. He’d woken up to her getting ready for work, and swiftly fallen back to sleep. When Murphy opened his eyes, the sun was beaming directly into them. The only thoughts he could grasp was how he needed to get the hell out of this sun patch, how much he had to piss, and how hungry he was.

After the first two of his goals were accomplished, and he’d showered and tidied up Erika’s room, he padded into the kitchen shirtless, with his deep blue pajama pants hanging low on his waist. Then he’d opened the fridge, and was horrified. There was nothing in there. Well, there was food in there, but he’d feel guilty eating as much as he’d wanted to when he was a guest. So he’d ordered groceries, and was now putting them up, contemplating what he wanted to cook. He might have gone overboard in his hunger, and filled their pantry to the brim, but that just gave him so many ideas of what he wanted to cook. The monster in his stomach was growling for relief.

Crepes, bacon, eggs with spinach, fried potatoes with cheese…His hands moved swiftly and surely as he prepared what he needed for the meal. Humming to himself, his low voice rumbling in his chest, he was so involved in stirring the strawberries that were slowly cooking on the stove for the crepes that when he heard an audible squeak, he startled a bit before turning. Blue eyes widened, before a cheerful grin crept across his face as he stared at the unfamiliar girl. Setting the spoon aside, he turned fully towards her and extended his hand.

“G’Morning sleepyhead! You must be Lulu! I’m Murphy. D’ya want crepes or pancakes, cause I can make both!”

It was Saturday. Glorious Saturday. Lulu woke slowly, sleep still a fog throughout her mind and body, but she didn't mind. She planned on spending the morning being absolutely lazy. Yes, she deserved it. She had dealt with Mildred wayyyy to much this week and needed a break! She rolled out of bed, pausing only to put a pair of socks on so her bare feet didn't touch the cold floor, before moving through her room and into the common area.

She was padding her way into the kitchen, a pair of disastrously uncool bright pink unicorn fluffy socks on her feet, and rubbing her eyes when she realized there was something out of place in her kitchen. In her sleepy haze, it was hard to comprehend that there was a half-naked man. In her kitchen. One she didn't know (but wanted to). Then some part of her mind told her that this was probably not normal. All she could do was squeak, especially as she realized she was wearing a pair of very short pajama shorts, a camisole, the most embarrassing socks she owned and no bra (!!).

Th brunette briefly debated fleeing back into her room, but somehow she couldn't move. Or her brain couldn't tell her legs to move. Or her legs didn't want to listen. Or she was just wholly incapable of logical thought and physical movement. She stared wide-eyed at the half-naked man as he introduced himself and it slowly dawned on her that she did know this guy via Erika's mentions of him. But she did in no way mention that he was the most perfect specimen of male beauty on the entire planet! Or that he would be in her kitchen this morning, gloriously half-naked. A small voice in Lulu's head told her that she shouldn't be staring at her best friend's  guy in that way, but that voice was hastily shoved away and gagged by the ruling majority of Lulu's mind.

Another stupid squeak noise came out of her when he extended his hand and almost by default, she took the two baby steps forward she needed to reach him, placed her small hand in his huge one, and shook his gently before pulling back hastily. "Nice to meet you," she had mumbled without eye contact. She then crossed her arms in front of her, trying to hide the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra and also tried to inconspicuously tug down the hem of her shorts to hopefully make them not as short and also scooted behind some of the furniture so that he couldn't see her embarrassingly immature unicorn socks. It occurred to Lulu that she was going to seriously injure Erika for not giving her a heads up on this. That or she was going to swoon from the delicious smells that were coming from his cooking.

She wanted to run away and throw on actual clothing and fix her hair so that it didn't look like a bird's nest and brush her teeth but she was also really, really hungry. And he was beautiful. Stop that! a voice told her and it occurred to Lulu once more that she really shouldn't be oogling her best friend's guy like that. It was hard but she dragged her eyes away from his muscles and tattoos and especially didn't think about that v that lead straight into his pants and instead brought a hand up to her forehead. She rubbed at an eyebrow and tilted her head away as if to try and pretend that she wasn't blocking him body from her view.

Reacting again on default, she answered "Crepes?" and then her stomach rumbled loudly and she blushed. It occurred to her that she might need to act like a normal human being and try to conversate or something. She spoke without thinking, without planning. And it went greaaat. "Sorry I didn't know that you would be here--..." Well that didn't come out the way she wanted. She tried again. "I mean, Erika didn't say that you and her--... I just didn't know that you two were... I'm Lulu."

WHAT. Kill. Me. Now. she blushed again and busied herself by stuffing a whole strawberry in her mouth to avoid sounding even dumber and blurting something else out. Why couldn't she even talk right this morning? Why did I say thatt! He already knows I'm Lulu. Where's a timeturner when you need one so I can just go back and accio food to me instead of ever running into him this morning!

“Did I say something wrong?” Murphy began hesitantly, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair. It was getting long, and he was due for a trim. He’d been contemplating cutting his beard off, but had been threatened with choice terms about how if he didn’t so he’d be beat within an inch of his life. It’d been a joke, but Murphy was pretty sure that Erika could wallop him a good time and leave a bruise. He liked the girl and all, but her fists were like boulders when they whacked him in his squishy parts. Anyways, he turned up his smile, trying to be the friendliest that he could be. “I didn’t mean to startle you…”

Turning back to his food, he began to artfully make some crepes so that the both of them could eat. Murphy’s voice rolled through the room as he made running conversation. “You must be hungry, because I can hear it all the way over here.” He flashed her another smile, spreading the strawberries inside the crepe before placing it on a plate. Murphy drizzled chocolate over top of it plus a dab of powdered sugar before putting it on the table. “Come eat.”

Turning back to the griddle, he frowned. “I’m sorry about that. The us not warning you, bit. I wasn’t expecting to spent the night either…It was spur of the moment.” He poured more of the batter into the pan, this time throwing spinach and bacon on top. While he crumbled cheese into it, he further explained. “Kira’s a whirlwind, and you must know if you get caught up, there’s no chance to get out. Take breakfast as my apology~ ” When he finished the crepe, he placed it on another plate before putting fluffy scrambled eggs, heaps of potatoes, and more bacon. It was a plate fit for a King. Placing it beside Lulu’s other plate, he peered at her and wondered while she was still standing there.

“Nice to meet you Lulu.” He frowned at her slightly, his feelings slightly stung. “Do you want me to make you something else. I have to make my food still, and I’m pretty sure if you don’t want that, we can feed it to Kira.” Maybe she didn’t like the way his food looked. Or she had one of those fancy diets. He let out a slightly distressed noise, looking at her. “Do you not eat meat? I’m sorry. I can make you a veg fry up.” He walked over to the fridge and opened it, pulling out an eggplant that’d seen better days.

“…if you want this I can do something with it…” Maybe. Did one peel an eggplant?

"Nooo. No no no no," Lulu said in reaction to his hesitant question, her eyes widened with surprise. She hadn't meant to make him feel like he'd done something wrong. Why couldn't she just act normal? Lulu struggled to inhale and then exhale and tried to return the smile he sent her. Be normal. Be normal. "Sorry, you just surprised me.." she offered softly in way of explanation.

She felt her cheeks burn as he commented on her stomach grumblings. Lulu looked away from where he was making the delicious looking crepes and thought once more about fleeing back into her room, but then it was game over. He drizzled chocolate over the top. Come eat. As if she could resist! Lulu took the few steps and closed the distance between them, sliding onto the tall chair at the breakfast bar, her mouth watering at the delicious smell. "Thank you!" she said softly but with gusto, her voice breathy with excitement and anticipation. For a moment, she just inhaled the sweetness of the strawberries and the decadence that was the chocolate. She felt a shiver run through her as she picked up the fork that was just beside the plate.

Lulu was three bites in when she slowed as he began to speak again. She didn't want to look like a pig, but she almost couldn't hold back the moan of satisfaction. This was scrumptious! She felt her cheeks heat again at the fact that he was explaining his night with Eri. She wanted to tell him he didn't have to explain to her. If she had been a normal human being, she would have been able to act normal and not like a crazy person. Still she hunched a little so it was less obvious that she didn't have a bra on. The feast he set before her was helping her overcome that little insecurity at least.

"It's okay," she finally said after making sure her mouth wasn't full of food. "I just probably would have put on a bra first if I had known you were here," she said and then stopped short. WHAT. Was her mouth not connected to her brain this morning? Her eyes were wide with surprise at her own words and she quickly averted her gaze back to her plate and shoved a few scoops of scrambled eggs into her mouth.

"Nothisisgood," she tried to assure him as she pulled the plates closer to her. He wouldn't be able to take the food away unless he wanted to fight her for it. Although when he pulled out the eggplant thing, she squished her nose and looked at it questioningly before laughing quietly. "I don't think there's any saving that."

While Lulu tried to admonish herself for eyeing up her friend's current boo, she couldn't really stop herself from admiring the incredibly beautiful shirtless picture he presented her with. As her stomach filled, she was happy to find her anxiety lessening. Curiosity replaced it and with that, Lulu let a little grin lift the corners of her mouth. "Sooo you and Eri.." Lulu started, a wondering tone to her statement. "Seems like you two are close." Lulu was trying to be subtle, but she was as subtle as the violently bright pink robes she had just bought last week. She wanted to pick his brain on the status of whatever this was between this shirtless god and her best friend. For science.