For @the-ss-horniest-book-club 24 Hour Surprise Drabble Challenge with the theme of Tropes - ever since I saw the post during quarantine of the new trope "Oh My God They Were Zoommates" I knew I had to write it....
No warnings, just fluffy flufftasticness.
Your alarm woke you, shrill and insistent. Dragging yourself from your bed, you showered and dressed and applied makeup before turning on the coffee pot and logging on to your computer.
Quarantine had begun with a shell shocked routine of tumbling out of bed and signing on to work in pajamas, zoom calls with messy buns and makeup free face.
Then HE started joining the calls.
Suddenly there was a reason to look presentable.
You walked back over to your computer, cup of coffee in hand, and looked over your meeting schedule. You saw a new invitation, one that had already started. You grinned, biting your cheeks to tone back your smile as you started zoom and joined the meeting.
"Good morning, Dr. Beck," you chirped, sipping from your coffee cup.
"I wanted to catch you before the day started. Some of my friends are doing a zoom happy hour later today. Want to join us?"
Your heart was skipping beats so much you were almost fooled into thinking it was a real date. "I'd love that! It's not like I could have other plans," you deadpanned.
He laughed, that hearty sound and twinkling eyes making you swoon again. You had it bad.
The two of you chatted a little about the day's meetings before you signed off with each other to start the first of the day's calls. Your little secret to getting through everything was to make sure you could see his video window - his open expression, listening face in full engagement, so handsome he took your breath away. It was hard not to get distracted.
The day flew by and you stared at the invitation in your zoom calendar. Happy Hour. You made a quick dinner and poured a glass of wine after you freshened your makeup.
"Hi!" Beck greeted you warmly as you joined the meeting, introducing you to the rest of the people on the call. Conversation flowed and you found yourself laughing a lot, eyes always drifting over to Beck's little video square.
Was he watching you, too?
"She's funny, Beck," Martinez blurted out after you landed a good joke, "I see why you can't stop talking about her."
Your eyes widened, and Beck looked like he was going to sink under his desk in mortification.
HE was talking about YOU?
He was the only damn reason you got dressed and put a bra on every day.
You listened as Beck changed the subject and watched his video box intently, enchanted by the pink tint on his cheeks and his boyish embarrassment.
After signing off of happy hour, with warm wishes to all and a promise to join in next time, you curled up in bed with another glass of wine and remote in hand ready to peruse Netflix. A chime from your phone secured your attention.
You joined the meeting, pajamas and messy bun and wine glass, leaning against your headboard with a mountain of pillows behind you.
"Hey," he grinned, in bed too, crisp white tee shirt and beer in hand. "I...um, wasn't ready to say good night yet."
You smiled, a small curve of your lips that you hid behind the rim of your wine glass. "Me neither."
You spoke with him for hours, until you were both lying down, holding your phones staring at each other over a seemingly insurmountable distance.
"So when we can, go out.....when restaurants are open...."
"I'd really like to take you out. For real, you know."
You pulled the blanket up over your face a little, still unable to drag your gaze away from his.
"I'd really like that, too. Take me out, Beck. When the world opens up again."
