Matcha Three Way
Logan honestly couldn’t believe he was doing this, standing in a line in a Starbucks waiting for his order to be taken. He’s not a fan of the stuff, to be honest, but from what he gathered, Brie might be, so that’s enough for him to come here. He intently studies the photo on his phone of what he plans to order for her.
According to the internet, matcha is a popular drink among girls, especially in Japan. Hearing about the praise it gets from Starbucks, he decided that he’d buy one for Brie to surprise her, but he can’t seem to decide which one she’d like the most.
Logan sighs, rethinking his decision. Perhaps he should just buy her a cheese wheel and call it a day. Logan laughs at the thought, while it being a joke, he knows full well that she would legitimately love a cheese wheel of her namesake.
“Next, please!” the cashier calls out. Logan is pulled from his thoughts and moves forward. “Hi, how may I help you?” she greets, and Logan can see the way her eyes roamed his body, which he might have rolled with before and used her interest in him to gain some benefits, but now… things have changed, he reminds himself fondly.
“Hi, can I get a…” His eyes flicker to the menu and then his phone, mind trying to grasp for something to order, and he blurts, “A Matcha Three Way?”
He winces at the bewildered look he receives from the barista. It appears that was the wrong order. Logan quickly apologizes and looks at his phone again, carefully scanning the photo.
“Sorry about that, I meant this.” He shows her his phone. A look of recognition pops up onto her face and she nods her head, punching in his order and he pays after giving his name.
“You can just wait over there, it’ll be done soon!” she chirps, handing him his receipt after scribbling something on it.
Logan goes to the designated area and briefly glances at the paper, eyebrow arching at the number written haphazardly on it. He gives a light laugh before crumpling it and tossing it into the recycling receptacle discreetly, not wanting to earn the ire of the barista, lest he wanted spit in his drinks.
He wait patiently for his drinks, occasionally looking down at his phone to look at the time but really to catch a glimpse of his wallpaper. It depicts him and Brie together, kissing. He has one arm embracing her to him as she has her arms thrown around his neck, pulling him down to eye level with her to easily kiss him. He remembers that day, causing a reminiscent smile to spread along his face.
They were cruising side by side in their new vehicles they just scored from a job, riding up the hills until they reached what was the summit that he promised. He had to help her over a fence, which confused her, but he assured it was going to be worth it, and he was right. The look on her face was worth it to him. The amazement that shone in her eyes when she saw the infamous H of the Hollywood sign made his breath hitched and when her face broke out into the biggest smile with a radiance that could rival the sun’s, his heart skipped a beat.
It was after the Grapevine mission that they kissed as the sun rose from the east horizon, haloing them in the picture, while also showing the backdrop of LA slightly in view. It was a moment he’ll never forget, and he makes certain he doesn’t with this photo of theirs. He’s still uncertain where they stand, but he knows that it’s at least by her side, and for now, that was enough for him.
“Three Matcha drinks for Logan!” a voice broke his revery again. He goes up to the counter and fetches his drink, and the same barista winks at him suggestively. He smiles back, but it didn’t reach his eyes, unlike with Brie.
“Thanks,” he says, making his way out of the joint. He fondly smiles down at the tray in his hands. He’s excited to give these to Brie as a simple token of his affections that will hopefully help her with her studies too.
It was only 8:30 AM when he left, leaving a kiss upon her brow before quietly making his way to the coffee shop, and Brie only wakes up at 9 AM on weekends, enjoying some extra sleep. And who is he to interrupt her beauty sleep? By now, it’s 8:45, the trip back to the shop will get him there by the exact time she awakens, just to be sure that the drinks don’t accidentally spill all over his seats.
Logan quietly makes his way into the garage and it unfortunately seems that somebody else is an early bird as well. Colt was awake and fully clothed in his day attire and in the kitchen, preparing himself a bowl of cereal. Colt arches a brow at him and then lowers his gaze to the tray in his hands.
“Didn’t take you for a lover of Starbucks, white knight,” Colt remarks. Logan sneers at him.
“Funny, didn’t take you for a Trix kids.” Logan jerks his chin towards the bowl of colourful and fantastically shaped cereal that Colt is eating. Colt glowers at him. “Besides, it ain’t for me.” Curiosity spreads on his face again. “It’s for Brie,” Logan says. Colt’s eyebrows skyrocket to his hairline, shocked at the revelation.
“And she plans to… drink all of that?” Colt asks, under-lining concern audible in his voice, well, that or disbelief, and knowing him, Logan guesses the latter. Logan shrugs his shoulders.
“Maybe. She has to study and I decided to buy her a drink…” Logan trails off, a somewhat embarrassed expression alighting his face. “I didn’t know which matcha drink was good though so I bought the Three Way.” Colt chokes on his food and then laughs. Logan glares at him.
“You seriously called it that?” Logan huffs and stomps to his loft.
“Fuck off, Kaneko!”
Finally reaching their - his loft, he quickly reminds himself - he quietly sets down the drinks on his desk, trying to not disturb her but it seems that she is stirring to get up already.
She probably heard us downstairs, he thought. Logan sits down on the bed, causing the mattress to sink a bit at the added weight, and he bends down to peck her forehead. Brie’s eyelids flutter open, and then a dazed grin presents itself on her face.
“Morning, Logan,” she sleepily greets.
“Morning,” he replies before swooping down to give her a proper good morning kiss, but is stopped by the palm of her hand.
This is fine too, Logan thinks cheekily and proceeds to tickle her hand, fingertips and wrist with his gentle affections. Brie laughs at the ticklish sensation of his lips.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Well, since you won’t let me give you a proper good morning kiss, I thought this would suffice…” he trails off and throws her a mischievous look. “For now…”
Brie removes her hand from his grasps to cup his cheek and bring him to her. She returns his gestures, a number of pecks warming his face, everywhere except where he wanted…
She finally gets up to get ready for the day, walking to the bathroom with a slight sashay to her hips to tease him. Logan grinned toothily at her display and followed her into the bathroom where she was brushing her teeth.
He pushes her against the counter, his hips flush against her back and his arms entrapping her. He gives her open-mouthed kisses to her neck, his hands roving her body, her waist, hips, ass if he was feeling cheeky, and he was, and underneath his borrowed shirt to feel her soft skin beneath his, lest he forget it.
Brie laughs breathlessly at his bold behaviour while she continues to get ready for the day, as Logan is effectively distracting her. Even then she can’t help but to lean into his body, enjoying the scorching heat from his hands as he touched her so tenderly.
“I have a surprise for you,” he murmurs into her mussed hair.
“Oh?” His statement piques her interests.
“Hurry up,” he mysteriously says before backing off from her, and thus, allowing her to continue her daily rituals. Brie huffs a bit, but continues to wonder what he has in-store for her today.
The corner of her lips upturns, a devious thought passing her fancy.
Maybe it’s a toy…
Brie finally puts them both out of their misery and emerges from the bathroom, her hair wet from a quick shower. To her surprise, Logan is reclining on the couch with what looks like matcha drinks from Starbucks of all places.
“Surprise?” he says as she plops down next to him, their bodies knowing no boundary from each other.
“You didn’t have to…” Brie says, even though she’s already grabbing a drink from him, causing him to laugh.
“Well, I thought I’d get you something for studying, and I heard that matcha was from Japan, and Starbucks has it, so-”
Brie cuts him off with his long awaited good morning kiss. And a fine morning it was…
“I appreciate it,” she says after pulling away from him. His expression blissfully content.
“You’re welcome.”
Brie takes a sip from what looks like a green tea frappuccino. The taste of it has her pausing to compute its quality.
“So what do you think?” Logan asks, looking eagerly at her for a reply. Her eyes flit to him and then down at the drink that she removes from her mouth.
Her taste buds made the unfortunate decision to remind her that she’s not a fan of Starbucks drinks, not even the matcha variety. Her brain scrambles for a reply that would not dash Logan’s efforts to the ground, the very thought breaking her heart.
“It’s umm… Different…” she winces at her choice of words. His smile falters, and the only thing her honour roll brain could come up with to fix the situation was to stuff the drink in his face for him to try. “Here, try it!”
Without much thought, Logan takes a sip from the straw before grimacing at the flavour. It tastes nothing like the tea she prepared for him a few nights ago. Suddenly another reason is added to why he’s not a fan of Starbucks.
Brie laughs at his expression and sets down the drink to the side. “I see you’re not a fan of it either, huh? Why don’t we try some others?” Brie picks up another drink and they share them all, always grimacing at the overly sweet flavour before laughing about it.
“Even though the drinks were…” Brie trails off, trying to find her words.
“The worst?” Logan suggests. Brie laughs at his words but agrees with him.
“Yeah, that. I’m still grateful you thought of me.” She kisses the remaining whip cream from his lips, licking any supposed residue off with the tip of her tongue, causing him to growl at the feeling before pulling her onto his lap. His hands grips her hips tightly, keeping her flush against him. Logan devours her mouth with his and not so gently nips her lower lip.
They finally pull away, breathless. They were dazed but content as signified by their dreamy expressions.
“My pleasure…So…” He squeezes her hips, causing her to laugh before dismounting him.
“Not now, baby. Maybe later,” she says and moves over to sit at the desk, leaving him hard and wanting. He quirks a brow, his demeanor still flirty.
“‘Baby’, huh? Never heard you call me that before,” he remarks, a grin playing on his face as he watches her face flush.
Brie merely sticks her tongue out at him before grabbing her homework out of her bag to place it on the table. Logan’s eyes hone in on the flash of her raspberry red tongue, the thought of kissing her silly plaguing his mind. But he’ll play nice… For now…
“Stick your tongue out at me again, and I’ll have to do something about it,” he playfully reprimands, as he throws out the empty drinks that at least energized them for the day.
Without missing a beat, Brie replies to him, equally cheeky, but not even gracing him a look over her shoulder from her work pile. “Then why don’t you?”
