Reconnection
Summary: Kelvin and Asia's reunion sets them on a new path.
Pairing: Kelvin Harrison Jr. x Black!OC
Warnings: None
Word Count: 5,027
“Where you stayin’ tonight?”
After fate and meddling from a woman still committed to the idea of a fairytale love between friends she held dear brought Kelvin and Asia back together, they’d promised each other just two days of reconnection.
The first night, one nearly ruined by a surprise summer rain, quickly became a fumbling, beautiful mess as they sat inside a ramen spot, sipping warm broth and giggling to release unbridled giddiness into an otherwise quiet restaurant.
A quick dinner was supposed to be the end of the road for them. Kelvin only had two hours to spare, and Asia didn’t want to impose despite desiring nothing more than to spend every waking second bathing in Kelvin’s presence. But one warm shot of Saké turned into three to loosen tight muscles and tighter lips until the allotted two hours of Kelvin’s time turned into multiple declined phone calls and Asia returning to her hotel lobby well after midnight.
Seeing her disappear behind the elevator doors filled Kelvin with a peculiar sense of sadness he hadn’t anticipated when he agreed to breach the wall of distant friendship they’d built. Despite internal coaching and a vow to keep Asia Scott at arm’s length for his heart and mind’s sake, Kelvin found himself wishing for her touch. So much so, the bright idea to inquire about her sleeping arrangements crossed his thoughts when they met for breakfast the following morning and remained a foolish, fleeting idea well into the evening.
The soft glow of city lights illuminated Kelvin and Asia’s path down a downtown Chicago street, adding an angelic glow around Asia as they walked shoulder to shoulder, heading nowhere in particular. A slight grin played at the corners of her lips as she sipped from a lemonade long watered down along their quest for literally anything else to do to savor the final moments of day two.
Pulling away from the straw, Asia giggled. “The CitizenM. You know, the same place from last night. Remember that coffee table setup you complimented?”
“Not really,” Kelvin answered honestly, inducing laughter from both of them. “It was late, and I was too busy watching you.” Brown eyes brimming with curiosity and a rapidly boiling undercurrent of desire took a sweeping look over Asia’s face, stopping at her lips before making eye contact. Now or never. “What if you spent tonight with me? At my place?”
Nervousness sounded like surprised laughter once Asia opened her mouth to speak. “Forward, aren’t we?”
“That’s how you met me, right?” True enough. Years ago, when they were but strangers in forced proximity, boldness convinced Kelvin to introduce himself to the new hire. Boldness had turned strangers into friends, friends into lovers, to strangers once more, then something entirely confusing yet exciting again. Surely, it could ask a hail mary question with only two blocks separating them from an uncertain end.
“Touché,” Asia answered, smiling. “But, I don’t know if that’s a good idea. Not right now, at least.”
“How come?” The answer was obvious. Two single adults with a charged past and an open future were never meant to share the same space on a whim. Kelvin knew what could happen if they were left to their own devices in private. But hearing Asia voice the same feelings residing in his heart overrode the need to play demure social games.
Asia nodded to herself, siding with the voice in her head to tell the truth. “I…don’t know if I could stay on my best behavior. It’s kind of difficult to keep my hands in my lap around you.”
“Never thought you were a saint, girl,” Kelvin chuckled, drawing a shocked sound from Asia as she playfully pushed his shoulder. He held his hands up in surrender. “But, I get it. All good. You’ll be back here, anyway.”
“Oh yeah? Why you so sure about that? Somebody told you somethin’ that I don’t know?”
A charming smile brightened Kelvin’s face as he took stock of their location and mentally mapped their journey. “Nah,” he quipped before quickly greeting a passing stranger. “I just know you didn’t come all this way for breakout sessions and networking hours.” Asia allowed Kelvin to guide her around the corner, his fingers covertly intertwining with hers as the glowing sign of her hotel acted as a lighthouse in the distance. He looked over and smiled. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
"You're wrong." A lie if Asia ever told one. She couldn't allow him the satisfaction of cracking her code in public and spilling all the thoughts she kept buried deep in her mind onto stained pavement for the city to see. Kelvin took her fib in stride, offering no indication that he planned to call her bluff besides a smug smile. "I enjoy networking, actually. There's something about middle-aged white men talking at me that really stimulates the mind, you know?"
"See, I saw you with ol' boy from FCB, but I thought you were just trying to get closer to me." Kelvin teased.
Asia scoffed in jest at Kelvin's assumption. "God no. You know I hate it here. London sounded nice, though."
"Like a reverse Idris Elba. I see your vision." Slow smiles crept across faces already stretched thin, soon morphing into loud laughter that disturbed an otherwise quiet street.
"See how you just be sayin' shit?"
Hand in hand, Kelvin and Asia used the sign in the distance as a waymarker while falling deeper into frivolous conversation. Asia gripped Kelvin tighter, hoping their palms would fuse into one and share a heartbeat for a few more moments. If this was the end, she chose joy without a second thought and cast uncertainty into the wind. Curiosity, however, remained.
Each step felt too much like goodbye. Like the lemonade leaving condensation in Asia's free hand, the taste of their fantasy was all but gone.
Kelvin had resigned himself to empty promises to stay in touch and hugs that ultimately meant nothing once those metal elevator doors walled him off from Asia's sweet smile for what was likely the last time. He'd give his best effort, sure, but nothing was certain. The unfortunate nature of their situation nearly convinced him to ask for more of Asia's time again. Just to be sure. Just in case she needed a second reminder of how his hospitality extended to friends and lovers alike.
Suddenly, boldness was no longer his portion. Only gentleman-like hugs with hands carefully placed above the waist while he squeezed just enough to say 'I'll miss you' without having to utter the words.
"Keep in touch." Kelvin hoped the inflection in his voice didn't sound too desperate. "It was nice seeing you again. Being with you again. So don't treat me like them niggas in your DMs."
Asia kissed her teeth. "Boy, ain't nobody in my DMs. Just you harassing me every other week."
"Yeah, whatever. Just…promise me. Please." He was too old for games and too desperate for her presence to continue beating around the bush. If he were going to take the trek back home alone, he would do so knowing there was nothing left unsaid between them.
"Okay," Asia answered, her smile soft and warm. She extended a hand to formalize their verbal agreement into a binding contract. "I promise. I'll text you when I'm back home."
Kelvin took his victory as coolly as he knew how. Gripping her outstretched hand, he brought Asia's knuckles up to his lips for a kiss before gently releasing her. "Alright. Good night, then."
"Yeah. Good night. Get home safe." Simple, classy, and so devoid of any emotion close to the inner battle coaxing familiar butterflies out of their cocoons to flutter in her belly.
The morning was so far away. As Kelvin watched her walk through the revolving glass doors at the entrance, Asia counted the hours until daybreak. Ten hours was plenty. She'd done more with less. What she hadn't yet encountered was an innocent night alone with someone who set her entire body ablaze from the inside.
Her legs stopped before she could give them directions. A hint of insanity and a growing sense of longing slowly turned her around to face a bewildered companion trying to make sense of the scene unfolding in front of him.
"Hey, do you mind waiting a few minutes? Like, inside the lobby?" The words tumbled from Asia's lips like running water, startling both her and Kelvin.
He scrambled to answer. "Uh, y-yeah. I mean no. No, I don't mind waiting is what I'm trying to say." Common sense pushed through a rush of thoughts to bring forth a question. "I'm sorry, what's happening?"
"I just need a few minutes. Can you wait for me?" Pressing a second time brought forth the certainty Asia needed to continue.
"Yeah," Kelvin answered in one breath. "Yeah, of course."
He'd wait forever if she asked. Asia only needed ten minutes.
The elevator couldn't tick past six floors fast enough to deliver her to a hallway that seemed longer than she remembered that morning. A near sprint to the last room on the right sent her heart rate spiking and her watch pinging to emergency contacts just in case. Asia was fine. She'd never felt so alive.
Life had never felt as spontaneous and full of possibilities as when she shoved travel-sized toiletries back into their pouches and hastily folded clothes to at least zip her carry-on. Damn the organization. She had moves to make, places to be, and the man of her dreams waiting downstairs.
Oblivious to the mad dash above him, Kelvin took time to find inspiration in his surroundings. He perused shelves and ran his finger over coffee table books to pass the time and quell his curiosity. When browsing became boring, he observed people shuffling in and out of the lobby, taking note of unique attire and patterns until the sight of a young couple stole his attention for a moment too long. Watching them canoodle in the back booth of the sparsely populated bar felt wrong, but he couldn't help but steal glances when they weren't paying attention. Was that what love looked like from the outside looking in? If so, he wanted that back and then some.
Kelvin's phone buzzing inside his jacket pocket temporarily ended his voyeuristic pursuits and called for his attention. A familiar name lit up the screen and, despite knowing he shouldn't, Kelvin answered.
"Naima. Hey." He prayed his voice sounded even enough to mask the discomfort he was feeling. "Long time no talk."
"I know, right. Being a pediatrician sounded cool in theory, but it is absolute shit in practice," she joked.
"The paycheck isn't shit, I'm sure," Kelvin joked back, chewing his bottom lip to keep his smile at bay. He listened to Naima answer in the affirmative before moving on. "So, what's up. You good?"
The husky, honeied voice of a sometimey lover filled his ear. "Yeah, I'm good. I tried calling you yesterday, but your phone kept going to voicemail."
"That's my bad. I got tied up with a friend and lost track of time. Did you need me for something?" Kelvin's eyes darted around the lobby as he split his attention between checking for eavesdroppers and listening to Naima offer an explanation.
"Sorta," she giggled. "I was…missing you and thought I'd give you a call. If you have some free time this weekend, I'd love to see you. Tonight, actually. If you're free."
"Uh…tonight? I could maybe…" Words were lost somewhere between the soft ding of hotel elevators and witnessing the black wheels situated beneath baby pink luggage roll out before Asia emerged with more items than she'd left with. A confused 'hello' on the other line snapped him back to reality. "Um, tonight isn't great, Nai. Sorry. Let me call you back and see what we can do. I could be good for brunch tomorrow morning. Cool?"
Maybe it wasn't cool. Kelvin didn't know or care. The call ended before he could hear a response. All he could focus on were long legs striding to his spot and the bright smile stretched across Asia's face.
He pointed at her bags and chuckled. "You goin' somewhere?" A stupid question, to which they both knew the answer, but Asia chose to play along.
"I figured I'd take you up on your offer if it's still on the table." Asia's eyes sparkled with a childlike sense of hope as she waited for Kelvin to make his decision.
Questions rested at the tip of his tongue. He swallowed each of them like leftover crumbs from his favorite dish, then reached for the handle on Asia's luggage before gesturing toward the door. "If I give you the address, can you call the car?"
Kelvin knew how to make a house a home better than almost anybody Asia knew. When she'd last seen his humble abode, it was a collection of concrete support beams and new hardwood floors. Now, beneath lamp light on the softest rug to ever grace her behind, his place felt like home. Again.
Familiar paintings decorated the walls. Her favorite blanket from a time long passed draped over a couch that had seen the contours of her body many nights before. She could practically walk through the space blindfolded and find her way around with only a few bumps and blunders along the way. Her sense of whimsy told her to enjoy the moment. Rational thought told her to take a mental picture just in case this was the last time.
"I don't know, man. Maybe I'm just built different." Kelvin's assertion came muffled between chews of soft cookies prepared just the way he liked them by an otherwise inept chef. "I definitely could've stopped Thanos in Wakanda."
"Kel, you couldn't get a mosquito out of the apartment one night and screamed so loud the people next door came to check on us. What you gon' do with a purple alien?" Asia questioned with a giggle.
Kelvin's permanently boyish grin expanded to twice its size. "You been keeping memories of your boy?"
"Oh, please! A girl shares one story, and here you go. I have moved on, sir!" Waving him away like a gnat pulled a chuckle from Kelvin as he sat up to press his aching back against the couch.
"You trynna convince me or you?" Triumph manifested in a satisfied silence, leaving city sounds to fill the gaps as Asia tried to reckon with what should have been an easy question to answer. Kelvin took a slow sip from his glass, then shrugged. "I know you moved on, girl. Somebody out there is probably waiting for you to call right now."
Asia scoffed at his assumption, then pointed at the cellphone resting face up on the floor. "Nah, don't start projectin'," she laughed. "Naima's been texting you since we got in here! Three in a row is nothing to sneeze at."
"You been keeping count?" A quick, lighthearted jab back at his favorite verbal sparring partner stunned Asia into a silence she'd never admit. Kelvin took his victory and began to answer a compulsion to explain. "Naima is a friend. Not anyone I'm seeing seriously."
"I didn't ask," Asia quipped.
Kelvin shrugged. "You wanted to know, though."
Asia used the rim of her wine glass to hide her grin before volleying a question back.
"You two friends like how you and I used to be friends?" A return dig evened the score in their imaginary game of conversational chess.
"Nah, not that close. Physically or mentally. We do what we do and say goodbye until the next time. I never want to say goodbye to you."
Sincerity dripped from each word of Kelvin's admission, sending Asia's brain firing through responses that ran the gamut of truth and fable until she settled on something worth sharing.
"Can I ask you a question?" Asia chewed her bottom lip and listened to Kelvin hum his response amid another sip before continuing. "How, uh…how have you felt these last two days? You don't need to try to spare my feelings or anything. Be honest."
Nerves sent Kelvin's palm to the back of his head to rub across his semi-fresh haircut. He huffed through lips trilling from the rush of air before shifting his focus to Asia's expectant expression.
"Shit, everything," he answered, chuckling at the way his heart raced from uttering only a few words. "I'm excited to see you. Happy to be talking face-to-face again. Nervous to say or do the wrong thing. Scared we'll never see each other after tonight. You bring a lot of emotions with you."
Asia sat in silence, watching Kelvin abruptly shy away from eye contact to toy with his wristwatch.
"You already knew that. Nobody sends me on this silly ass feelings rollercoaster like you do, Asia. I guess I'm just trying to enjoy the ride while you're letting me on this time, you know? Nothing more."
"That's not my intention, though. You know that, right?" Asia's correction satisfied Kelvin's desire for her to recognize the emotional turmoil she'd contributed.
"I didn't say it was," he answered before adding a disarming smile to smooth out any wrinkles he'd caused. "You asked me how I felt, so I told you. We've been through this before. I know how it works."
Trepidation kept the air charged between the pair as Asia attempted to package her words into a polished presentation to conceal her internal battle. She'd rehearsed this moment in the theater of her mind a million times.
A grand speech would unleash a wealth of sentiments written and rewritten as a once unsure woman stepped into a newness she'd only recently begun to harness. If only the flowery metaphors and similes would transform into a declaration worth sharing.
Kelvin shifted nervously while he waited for something, anything, to spill from her lips. The rawness of his emotional release began to sting the longer they sat in uncomfortable silence. He kept his gaze low and unfocused in quiet prayer to a God he'd promised he wouldn't bother about his love life anymore.
The mental document holding all of Asia's notes closed involuntarily, leaving her mind empty. Part of her begged to move on. If she could stop now, she wouldn't have to sit with a result she couldn't control. The other part loudly reminded her that she didn't come this far to have an improbable opportunity slip through her fingers as she watched Kelvin gather dishes on his way to the kitchen.
"You scare me." Radical honesty was something she'd discussed in therapy by proxy with Sabrina on nights she promised to assist her best friend with a hefty copay and feigned forgetfulness by morning.
She hadn't put her newfound knowledge to the test yet. But something in the way Kelvin's eyes softened as he eased back onto the floor gave Asia the confidence that she was doing something right.
"At first, you made my heart beat like fuckin' Sha'Carri was walking me down on the track," Asia laughed, feeling comfort once Kelvin joined. "I couldn't catch my breath, Kel. Every second felt like a foot race I wanted to win so bad, but didn't have what it took to catch up. I was terrified."
"I would've let you win if you asked. I would've slowed down." Asia hadn't anticipated a response, and Kelvin wasn't prepared for things he'd held for so long to make their way into the open air.
A deep breath provided a buffer between Asia's heart and lips. "If I let you do that, then we would've been miserable and you know it." For the second time, their fingers instinctively searched for one another and tangled until the once-empty gaps in between turned into safe havens. "Kelvin, you still scare me. I'm scared right now, but I feel alive. I'm scared, but I wanted to enjoy this time together because I don’t know if it’ll come again. And I have. You scare the shit out of me, and I really appreciate it."
Burdens Kelvin didn't realize were keeping his shoulders heavy under an invisible weight floated up, up, and away, leaving space for wounds to mend from the only balm strong enough to do the healing work. If he were less like his father, he might've allowed the moment to get the best of his emotions and spring forth a tear.
"When'd you turn into Iyanla Vanzant?" he chuckled, his thumb absentmindedly returning to its favorite habit of drawing slow circles across Asia's knuckles.
"If you want me to leave, just say that. Being rude is overkill." Where laughter should've lived stood content silence as they traded sounds for reverent gazes. Asia was the first to break their unspoken pact in search of reassurance. "I say too much?"
Kelvin shook his head and smiled. "No." He couldn't stop himself from lifting his free hand to adjust an already perfectly placed section of Asia's hair before caressing the contours of her cheeks. "Just gave me a lot to think about later. Don't worry about it."
"I'm not. What I am worried about is how many hours of sleep I can get on this couch and still make it to the airport on time. You know I don't hear my alarms when I sleep on this thing!" Asia's light laughter didn't inspire much from Kelvin outside of a closed-mouth grin.
"Take the bed," Kelvin answered as if the solution was child's play. "Either take the bed, or we sleep out here together."
Asia rolled her eyes, gearing up for another complaint. "Why would we both cram onto the couch when there's a king bed in the other room?"
"I’m just offering solutions, China. It’s your choice. But the bed is comfortable and I can wake you up if needed." A pause caused a barely audible record scratch in the conversation.
City sounds went silent. Frigid wind blowing through the apartment's air conditioning system seemed to quiet, anticipating a response. Kelvin's eyes shone bright with hope and mischief. Asia's mind went numb, a rushing current of thoughts coursing through it.
That hair-raising, skin-pebbling, chest-tightening, heart-pounding sensory experience of fear was back with a vengeance, putting all the growth she'd boasted into practice. Asia chose to toss caution to the wind, giving herself freely to the unknown and the challenge of remaining on her side of the pillow barrier erected as a silly attempt to keep them apart.
By morning, with both pillows moved to the floor and an arm lazily slung over her waist, Asia slid further into decisions driven by the haze of reconnection and the spirited 'fuck it' voice note Sabrina sent seconds after receiving the news that Asia Scott had finally stepped into her big girl panties.
The soft glow of blue light from her cellphone stirred the sleeping man beside her, earning a whispered groan as a warning. Kelvin attempted to shield himself from the intrusion by burying his face into their shared pillow until the ticking of his internal clock shot his body straight up in a panic.
Wild eyes searched for Asia in the room. "You're gonna miss your flight! Where's your stuff? Where are my keys!"
"Kelvin." No response.
Like a toddler resolved to doing things their own way, Kelvin dashed around the bedroom collecting devices and articles of clothing in a botched attempt to get dressed with one eye open. Asia watched from the bed, half-amused and fully nervous, as she attempted to break the important news.
"I checked out over the phone this morning." Asia's announcement was only partially internalized by a busy brain.
"Yeah? Cool, then I can get you to the airport quick." Kelvin briefly shifted his eyes to catch Asia still covered in his duvet and furrowed his brow. "You gotta get up, though, girl. We don’t have a police escort."
When the sky was still pale blue and the city was deep in slumber, Asia had mustered the confidence to share her master plan. She took time to envision Kelvin's elation and how her heart would somersault in her chest with joy as they returned to the safety of his bed to enjoy what could only be a fated reunion of hearts searching for a definite end. She never considered an alternate reality where he’d rush to have her out of his bed and his hair for good.
"What if…I stayed here with you a little longer. Maybe a few days?" wasn't what Asia planned to say. Somewhere in her daydream, Kelvin was meant to ask her to stay, grovel at her feet before she gave into the decision she'd made well before sunrise. He’d gone off script, forcing Asia into improvisation that shocked Kelvin out of grogginess's clutches better than the threat of a missed flight ever could.
Pausing the tight tie job on his sweatpants, Kelvin let hope widen sleepy brown eyes. "What? Swear." Confirmation sucked the wind from his lungs and re-introduced it with a ferocious punch as Asia showed off the flight change still open on her cellphone screen.
Asia prayed that Kelvin's neighbors below were heavy sleepers or hard workers off to join the morning commute once her noble host for the weekend crashed onto the bed to unleash a flurry of kisses across her forehead and cheeks. They communicated in squeals and muffled appreciation until time was lost to the ether.
A magnetism once lost to personal growth and distance pulled their lips closer until only restraint held them back from sealing the deal with a kiss. Asia sent a silent prayer that morning breath was still the least of Kelvin's worries while she watched him prepare to ask for permission.
"Can I cook for you?" Not the request she'd hoped to grant, but one Asia couldn’t pass up.
She twisted her face into a confused expression and huffed out a short laugh. "I extended my weekend to hang out with you and your first question is about breakfast? What is this, The Bear?"
"They couldn't fuck with me on their best day, first of all." Confidence oozed from Kelvin's smile as he beamed down at Asia, thankful to be in her energy for even a few more hours. The pad of his thumb came up to brush the spot on her lips he wished he could place his instead before finishing his thought. "I missed you. Let me do it this one time. Please?"
A few drinks over ramen and silly conversations would never be enough for a man still carrying the heady feeling of attraction in his bones. Kelvin needed more. He could handle more, even if deep down he knew there was a possibility that he'd find himself heartbroken a second time. Still, he'd made his appeal to frighten Asia once again.
And she let him. With music blasting through the Bluetooth speaker and their bodies moving around the kitchen like old times, Asia allowed Kelvin to frighten her once more. Scared out of her mind but open to the feeling, she made space for Kelvin to scare her with his hand holding as they walked down State Street, and when he was close enough to smell the spice of his cologne as they waited at the theater concession stand for one bucket of popcorn to share. She sat at his kitchen counter, afraid and growing tipsier by the second while watching him whip up a second dinner on their final night together, laughing at every joke under hooded lids and an easy smile. Kelvin scared her when he asked her to come closer on the couch and wrapped his arms around her like she might vanish into vapors if her didn’t hold on tight enough. Then fear faded into something like yearning once their lips finally connected, and their tongues became just as reacquainted as their hearts.
They made out like unsupervised teenagers until their lips were numb – until evening became midnight and kissing started to feel like sharing a bed might lead to more than cuddling if they didn’t choose a stopping point.
By morning, with weightless bodies already feeling the absence of the other, the end of the road could no longer be prolonged.
At the front door, Kelvin tried to stay on his best behavior as he held Asia close and nuzzled his nose into her cheek. “When are you coming back?” he questioned, trying to hold back a willingness to get on his knees and plead for her return. He’d asked enough of her for the weekend. If her return were meant to be, she’d have to lead the charge. But that wouldn’t stop him from leading her in the right direction.
Kelvin listened to Asia giggle at the scruff of growing facial hair on her skin and prayed he could remember the sound in case this were the last time he’d hear such a beautiful noise.
“When do you want me back?” The magic question and the only proof that the spark he felt was a shared flame between them. Asia answered her question before Kelvin could respond with something ridiculous. “Let’s see where we are in a few weeks. Then we can talk about a return trip. You might not even like me in a month.”
“I’ll make that decision myself. You just make sure you start lookin’ at flights, hm?”
Message received. After sharing goodbye kisses and squeezes meant to hold them until some distant future date, Asia was sent on her way with more than she had entered the city with days before. She watched the clouds float by from her assigned seat, hoping her eyes would grow weary enough for a brief nap with no such luck. She couldn’t focus on her in-flight movie, the bag of barely eaten chips in her lap, or the book cued up in her audio app. Instead, she turned away from the window and back to the unlocked screen on her phone to slowly peruse which upcoming morning flights could accommodate her schedule and another trip to the Midwest for reconnection’s sake.
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