One o'clock in the morning for Marco Diaz was a time of secret and desires, a precious time of the night where he would leave the sanctity of his bedroom and engage in sinful pleasures. It felt so wrong to be sneaking out of his room, the simple act of silently closing his bedroom door behind him filling him with terror, yet he knew there would be no rest that night until he could sate the primal urge within him.

For the briefest of moments, he thought to knock on his housemate's door, staring at the entrance to Star Butterfly's room before shaking his head. There were few things that Marco would willingly exclude his best friend from and while she might notice that something was amiss in the morning, he was more than sure that he could come up with a viable excuse. 'It was easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.' Marco mentally recalled as he tiptoed past her door.

The kitchen was quiet and pristine, a holy place of nourishment that Marco was set to raid, the teenager making his way to the refrigerator through the blanket of darkness. Cracking open the door and bathing himself in holy light, he pushed aside bottles and containers in hopes of finding the one treasure that he was set on: a slice of moist carrot cake his father had hidden away for a special occasion. It was something that he knew his father loved to do, putting aside tasty treats for late-night snacks and yet, there was a terrible need for such a succulent treasure that he had to follow his instinct and...

Marco's face scrunched in confusion as he pulled his head out of the fridge, the cake nowhere to be found. It made no sense, he was so sure that it was there earlier, no one else could have eaten it before now...

"What's the matter, Marco? Can't find what you're looking for?"

The voice chilled him to the bone, knowing exactly whom he was hearing, Marco turning around to see his classmate sitting at the kitchen table. Janna winked at him, slowly sticking a forkful of cake into her mouth. "You really should try this stuff, Diaz, it's amazing."

"Janna, wh-?" Marco's face switched from astonishment to sheer annoyance. "What on Earth are you doing here?"

"What, a girl can't stop by her friend's house for a snack?"

"Not when they're not invited and definitely not this late" Marco rolled his eyes. "How did you even get in, this time?"

"You guys really should learn to lock your doors, ya' know?"

Marco turned back to the icebox, not wanting the thief to see him rolling his eyes in annoyance as he pulled out a jug of sweet iced tea. "We already do, Janna."

"Well then, maybe you should invest in better locks." Janna shrugged and leaned back in her chair, a cocky grin spread across her lip as crossed her legs, stretching outwards so that her body was in full view. It took a moment for Marco's eyes to adjust, unwittingly drinking in the sight of the nimble thief in nothing more than an oversized undershirt, struggling not to think of how the hem seemed to tease her thighs in such a way that...

"What on Earth are you wearing?" he hissed, whipping around to put his attention towards finding something to sate the sudden dryness in his throat.

Janna looked down at herself, smoothing the shirt against herself and admiring the feel of the fabric against the swollen buds. "Don't complain, Diaz, its been hot lately. Besides, I know how much guys like it when we dress like this."

Marco bit his lip, unwilling to play further into the conversation as he pulled out a jug of sweet iced tea, moving over to grab a glass from the cupboard and trying desperately not to look back at the half-naked girl sitting in his kitchen. "What would've happened if it was Dad that came in instead of me, hmm?"

"Then he wouldn't have seen me, simple as that." she shrugged. "The only reason you can see me, Marco Diaz, is because I want you to see me."

"One of these days, that attitude of yours is going to get you in trouble, Janna." he rolled his eyes as he leaned against the kitchen counter-top, taking a gulp of tea and admiring the chill it sent down his throat.

"You're gonna share that tea, right Diaz?"

Marco frowned for a moment, pulling down another glass and pouring another full cup for his friend/invader. Closing the distance between them, his hand trembled for the slightest moment as their fingers connected, the thief taking the refreshment from him and rocking the liquid back and forth. "You know, I don't mind drinking from the bottle, Marco... or from the same glass."

"Other people have to drink from that too, Janna." he spoke bluntly, taking another quick sip to punctuate.

"Maybe... but I'll bet none of none of them are as thirsty as me." Janna brought the cup to her lips, tilting her head back and greedily letting the liquid fall into her mouth, the cool drink began to spill over around her lips and down her shirt. It almost seemed like there was more spilling over as much than was going into her mouth, the once-white undershirt staining and giving the poor adolescent a show, the once-pristine cloth sticking to her skin and revealing generous amounts of flesh.

"J-janna, you're... your shirt..." Marco could do nothing but stammer, mouth parted slightly as his throat began to feel parched once again.

"Mmm yeah... well, what can I say? Iced tea is great on hot nights like these. Don't you agree, Marco?" she winked and stabbed at the cake once more.

"Y-yeah, that's... it's great. Right." he let a hand drift to his crotch, attempting to subtly adjust himself with his palm to keep from standing at attention through his pajama bottoms. "Janna... can we talk?"

"Mmm?" she tried to speak around the fork in her mouth, giving the Latino a doe-eyed stare as she continued to eat away at the dessert, playing innocent in how she was squirming in place and causing her undershirt to further tighten against herself. "You can always talk to me, Marco. What's on your mind?"

He bit his lip, trying to search for the right words to use with the temptress, knowing that the conversation could take a dangerous path once he started. "I know what you're doing, Janna. It's not going to work."

"Oh? What I'm doing?" she lifted the half-eaten cake, the large piece and holding it out towards her companion. "I'm confused, Marco... just what am I doing?"

"Y-you're trying to... trying to..." The word was on the tip of his tongue and yet he felt unable to step over the mental line.

"Marco, I'm shocked!" Janna spoke, keeping an obvious tone of astonishment in her voice. "Are you insinuating that I'm trying to seduce you?" Marco knew better than to believe the tone in her voice and the look on her face as she feigned shock. "We're just two good friends, having a late-night snack together." she smiled, waving the silverware at her host. "I mean, if something were to happen between us right now... who's to say that it wouldn't be acceptable... you know what they say, don't you?"

"No, Janna, what do 'they' say?"

"You've never heard?" Janna smiled, licking her lips. "About late nights and nightcaps?"

"You can't just keep coming in here and raiding our fridge every other night."

"I know, but you have such a well-stocked fridge and I'm a growing girl..." She made a show of stretching, putting her hands behind her head as she twisted in such a tantalizing manner, Marco biting his lip at the sight to keep the fantasy from taking root and stealing any more blood than it already had. "I could always come for other treats, if you're offering."

"N-not possible, Janna, not gonna happen."

"You sure about that Marco? You stuttered. You don't want to shut me out completely, do you?"

"Yes I do, my life is complicated enough already with Star in it..."

The mention of the Mewman princess caused a strange look to fall over his guest's face. "Remember in the fourth grade, when we played in my old treehouse? How much we loved playing doctor..."

"I... don't remember any of that..."

"You're a terrible liar, Diaz. You were so scared of cooties, so you asked if I could get you a cootie shot."

"I remember THAT. You strapped me down and tried to operate on me."

"Oh? I remember, too, all the times I tried to 'inoculate' you."

"You mean how you... kissed me for an hour straight, yeah... you kept asking me if it was working and I kept saying..."

"... how you didn't feel any different, so I thought that I had to kiss you harder." Janna smiled broadly as she closed her eyes at the memory. "Mom laughed for hours when she found out. That's what you get when you play 'doctor' with a nurse's kid, huh Diaz?" The laugh she gave seemed more pushed than anything, Marco frowning for a moment before smiling slightly.

"I know how much your mother meant to you, Janna."

There was silence as the thief rose to her feet, pulling the shirt down so that it wouldn't ride above her waist. "Yeah, well... You're the only one who does, Diaz, so... thanks for that."

He was glad for the darkness, hiding the blush as she handed him back the empty glass. "You don't have to thank me Janna, but... next time, can you at least call me if you wanna come over like this?"

"Marco, Marco, Marco." she flashed him her trademark grin, cupping her hand along his cheek and pulling his face to meet her own. "What kind of girl would I be if I let you know I was coming?" The teenager planted a soft kiss along his jawline, making sure to nip at him in the process. "Next time though, make sure to have chocolate for me, alright? I'll have you feed me while we watch TV, it'll be fun, you'll love it."

Marco closed his eyes and shook his head as she walked away, a soft chuckle shaking his body. "Yeah, right, as if I'll-!" he turned around to meet nothing but emptiness, his guest having slipped away in the night. Marco groaned, looking back to see that she had left him half of the cake at the table, the thought of having to entertain the thief in the near future. "Well... at least she left me something to snack on..."

The sound of another coming down the stairs interrupted his thoughts, the heavier footsteps telling him that his father was coming for his late-night treat.

"Then again, maybe she just left me holding the bag... again."

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