Well, here you go! I know it's been a while, but I kinda got stuck. I know some people got their hopes up, I really don't think this story is getting past T in a rating. Sorry guyz!

I don't remember much. After that it was all kind of a, blur. I remember lots of drinks, lots of laughing. Then, it was black. I awoke to a strange sensation. I was being kissed. When I opened my eyes I saw Grell, leaning over me.

"Well, well, well! Look who's awake! You kept me waiting far too long, my darling. How dare you get my hopes up! You agree to come home with me, get into the bedroom, and then I leave for five seconds to put my scythe away and I find you blacked out!"

I sit up, very groggy with an intense hangover. "I-I apologize. Did I mention I can't hold my liquor?"

"I gathered. But no matter," He crawled over me, forcing me to lay down again, "Your awake now." Grell leaned down to kiss me. I welcomed the kiss, full of passion and romance. His hands slowly worked its way down to my pants. I felt him try and undo the button, but I just couldn't take it. I pulled from the kiss and looked away, feeling ashamed of myself. I was mad at myself for not being able to follow through. I felt my face get hot, as I avoided eye contact.

"I-I-I'm sorry." I finally said, "Things are just going to fast too soon. I don't want to be a one night stand." He tried to break in, but I continued, "I can understand if you want me out now, if you think I'm a jerk. I shouldn't have lead you on like that. I want this, just not rig-" my words were cut off by a quick kiss.

"Hush." He said. "I understand. You're not a jerk, and quite honestly I find your innocence quite attractive." He gave a little wink.

"Do you want me to go?"

"Without breakfast? Now now, what kind of gentleman leaves a ladies house without sticking around to taste her cooking?" He practically jumped off of the bed and skipped into the kitchen. I noticed Grell was wearing nothing but a button up shirt, a red thong, and his red overcoat. I blushed again.

"Maybe that's why he likes me so much," I thought to myself, "I turn red every time I see him." When I stepped out of the bed I realized I had gotten all the way to taking my shirt off before passing out. I also realized something else; the shirt Grell was wearing was mine. I smiled and walked out of the room. I walk down a short hallway and find the kitchen easily. I could already see the mess that he was going to make. There was two broken eggs on the floor and he apparently spilt the flour trying to get it down. I walked in laughing. "Maybe I should do the pancakes . . ." Then I smiled at him, her? Oh who gives a shit. I smiled at Grell.

"Now now! I wouldn't be a proper lady if I let you do the cooking!"

"Well, at this rate nothing's going to be cooked." Grell thought for a moment. The shot me a defeated look.

"Oh, alright."

"Now you just sit and relax." I smiled sweetly. Grell, of course, refused. He cleaned the kitchen while I cooked us breakfast. It took maybe an hour and Grell was long done by the time I was. Half way through my cooking, I smelt something burning. "Um . . . Grell. What were you cooking?"

"Well, I started some muffins. OH SHIT!" Ya. Smoke erupted from his red oven. I pulled them out of the oven, they were practically on fire.

"Yum." I said. Grell and I both laughed. When I had finnaly finished the food I set the food on the table. Grell was already there, sipping red wine. "Really? Wine? So early?"

"Why not? And it's not that early. You slept late, It's almost one o'clock." I glanced at the clock. Yup, it was 12:45. I sighed. Good thing I had nowhere to go. Grell suddenly stood