The sun peeked through the mini blinds as if curious about the night's aftermath. Clothes scatter across the wooden bedroom floor. Two warm bodies were entangled together under one large, black, comforter. The larger body stirs, in his waking his grey eye fluttered open slowly. Then widens up quickly realizing what took place here. Lustful images flash quickly through his mind. Lips against flesh. Her lips that kissed every scar on his body. Skin upon skin. Hot, soft, flesh burned when pressed against cold pale skin. Heavenly cries that filled the night. The man with long dark hair cascading about his shoulders; reclines leaning up on one elbow looking down at the woman resting against his ribcage. She slept soundly on her stomach and chest. Her long legs were laced through his. He noted light pink lovemarks that went from her shoulder and possibly to her chest. Sonic sighed silently realizing that it would be difficult to escape the scene.

Now was the perfect time to test his stealth ability. He held his breath moving one leg from under hers. Within a few moments he has successfully detangled himself from the sleeping beauty. She sighs deeply, rolling away from him and curls up slightly. The assassin slowly moved out of the bed inch by inch careful not to rouse her. The slim man was finally out of bed naked and exposed in his morning glory. His metallic colored gaze roam around the room managing to locate his noir skinny jeans. He tip toed as quiet as a mouse across the bedroom and retrieves the jeans putting them on. Going commando was simple for Sonic. No boxers. No briefs. No hassle. He hoisted the onyx denim over his hips and buttons it with a click. The handsome man slips away from the bedroom to the main room.

His stomach growled as he pads on through the main room on bare feet. Making breakfast should be a sit he thought to himself. Quickly he dashes into the kitchen. While raiding the fridge, Sonic was collecting eggs, cheese, and orange juice. He snooped through the cabinets searching for a pan. As soon as he found the pan, he placed it on the owner's stove heating it up. While the stove heated up the pan, he managed to locate a bowl cracking up a few eggs and begins to beat them with a fork. The assassin poured oil into the pan and then after waiting a few moments he poured the eggs in it.

"You can fuck in bed and cook breakfast, too?" a sleepy voice murmured beside him.

The shirtless man chuckles, "I don't think I did a thorough job, if you're up this early in the morning." He turns his head to the side and looks at her. A small wolfish smile formed on his lips; when he noticed her just wearing his white long sleeves.

"Mm, then maybe you should work on that." she proposed lazily yawning, as she sat herself on the counter next to the man with long hair. Her half hooded sleepy gaze tainted with hidden lust watch his biceps. His muscle bulged out seductively as he raised the pan to flip the cooking eggs with the flick of his wrist. The scrambled eggs flip. He briefly placed the pan back on the stove and redirects all of his attention to the woman beside him.

"I think I should," He purred intrigued by the invitation. He moves standing right in between her thighs. His hands skim under his shirt which she wore, moving about roughly on her body purposely groping everything under them. His cold touch burned Gemini. Whatever he touched her with his icy fingers, her flesh would seared with every caress. He squeezed her hips, her sides, and then her full warm breasts. Watching her face change with each movement. Her hand moved to the back of his noir hair entangling it between her fingers. The other one went to his jeans stroking his dent. She bites on her bottom lip as she gazes up at him with graphite colored orbs. Her face tints a light shade of pink as she leans to kiss him. Sonic moves down content brushing his lips against hers. A moan escaped his lips, when her hand rubbed him just right over the dreadful constricting jeans he wore. He inhales sharply a smoky scent invades his nostrils. His eyes widen realizing what was happening looking at the stove top smoke. The eggs were burning!

"Shit," he cursed under his breath pulling himself away from the woman.

Gemini was quick to act as she leaped on to her toes and dashed to the turned the knob turning the stove off. She noted that the eggs were burnt but they were still salvageable. Adding a few more bits of ingredients should just do trick. Just when Gemini took over repairing breakfast someone had rapped on the door."Go get that. For me will you?" she said.

Sonic sighed adjusting his jeans to hide the hard on he sported. He stalked to the door and opened it part way just enough to peep at the cock blocking stranger, while hiding his large tent behind the door. "What is it?" he pressed uninterested not bothering to hide his irritation.

"Well, who could you be?" an old asked curiously examining the half hidden male. The old woman wore a large pink cloth that could be passed as a nightgown with white house slipper on.

He opened his mouth to speak, "I'm-" he couldn't finish his sentence. What was he... A friend? A lover? A stranger? "I'm just visiting for a while."

"Hohoho~" she laughed, "Well could you please give these to the lady?" In her hands she held some newspaper and what it look like some mail as well.

He nods reaching through the space he proved through the door. She hands them to him and departs almost too quickly. With that out of the way he shuts the door. He turned on his heels. As soon as he did that his heart pumped loudly pumping blood straight down to his rehardening rod. His misty colored eyes widen as his body froze up at the sight before him. How long has she been there? Palms balled up fisting the hem of his white long sleeves onto the wall. Bare bold breasts pressed up against the wall. Her back arch so well that her ass sticks out to him. The papers slip of out his grasp and fall scattering all over the floor.

She breathed his name in a pained moan, "Sonic~"

Never had he heard his name pronounced with so much urgency and need. He didn't cared to know how she had stood there waiting. He needed her just as much as she did him.

In a blink of an eye, he appeared behind her caressing her neck with one hand and raining kisses down her shoulder blade. She felt him press desperately against her bottom grinding away. "I'm here." he promised using his free hand to unbutton his jeans. He unclothed his rod setting it free. He took hold of his unsheathed rod and rubbed it against her throbbing wet lips.

Gemini lost it trashing against him. Sonic hurried as fast a he could to relieve the ache that made her this way. Her juices coated her entrance, while he rubbed against it had moisten and coated his bulge in the sticky liquid. Finally he angled himself just outside, his tip aching for penetration. He snapped his hips into hers fast and hard. The woman tossed her head back with a heady cry,"Yes!"

They were back to square one. Back under the covers of her futon bed. This time was different they had breakfast with them. The slightly burned eggs from this early morning were part of breakfast. She rested on top of the killer as he laid reclined on the bed. He held a plate while resting that arm on her back. Gemini parted her lips open for the assassin as he fed her. "It's not that bad to be honest."

"That's cause you tended to it…" he murmured softly into her hair.

"Mm," she hummed, "You'll have plenty of opportunities to cook for me."

He snorts, "Don't bet on it."

"You're probably right. I can't let you burn down this apartment." she jests laughing.

He rolled his eyes calling her a, "Wench." then placed a small kiss at the top of her head.