Miyari let out a long sigh as her phone started to ring. She opened her eyes lazily and rolled over towards her nightstand. She picked up her phone and stared at the Caller ID. Haruka's name flashed in neon letters. Miyari moaned and answered the call.

"Hello?" she said wearily.

"Saruki, do you know what time it is?" Haruka growled.

Miyari ran her fingers through her hair that was bunched up around her head.

"Time for you to leave me alone," she groaned. "It's seven-thirty."

"Did you forget about work today?" Haruka continued. "Your partner is here; why aren't you?"

Miyari shifted under her warm blankets, debating whether or not to get out.

"I'm pretty sure we have practice tomorrow not today," she stated firmly.

"Well, you do so get down here," he hissed.

Miyari swore under her breath.

"I'll check in when I check in," she said bluntly and closed the phone.

She sighed and rolled over, snuggling deeper under the covers. Miyari froze as she noticed Izaya's lean body lying next to her. He was propped up on one elbow, staring at her with a creepy smile on his face. Miyari let out a moan and covered move of her face with her blankets.

"I told you not to jump into my bed when I'm in it," she groaned.

"I couldn't resist," Izaya's smooth voice lingered in the air. "You're sleeping face is irresistible."

Miyari raised an eyebrow sarcastically.

"Is that so?" she asked lazily.

Izaya smiled at her but she could see the eye of a predator hidden behind it. He was craving something from her. Lust, entertainment or whatever it was, Miyari was determined to make sure he wouldn't have it.

"Can't I ever sleep in peace?" Miyari grumbled.

She pulled the covers back and glared at the intruder.

"Get out of my bed," she hissed. "Did you listen to anything I said last night?"

Izaya touched the side of her face.

"I'm not technically in your bed," he chuckled. "I'm on you bed."

Miyari sighed and started to sit up. Of course he would find a way to get around her rules.

"You're so peaceful when you're asleep," Izaya commented. "It's like you're a completely different person."

Miyari glanced at the man.

"Explain," she commanded.

Izaya sat up elegantly and crept closer to his prey, eyes focused and narrowed.

"It's like you're in your own world," he purred. "You didn't need your stubborn front. I could see your real face."

Miyari raised her eyebrows as is appalled.

"Izaya," she whined. "I assure you, my real face is on twenty-four-seven. Why would you think something like that?"

Izaya reached out and cupped Miyari's face in his hands. Curiosity was bursting from his eyes and him mouth was in a tight line.

"How many layers do you have to take off before exposing your true self?" he asked in a hushed voice.

Miyari smirked. She found it entertaining that this man couldn't seem to tell her acting away from her real self. She couldn't see the real Izaya either but he could be read. They were in a relationship where all they did was play around with each other.

"What makes you think I have layers?" she teased.

Izaya pulled her face closer to his.

"It's the same thing that makes me think you don't have any emotions," Izaya said bluntly as if it was her dark secret.

Miyari grabbed the front of Izaya's shirt and jerked him forward. Her lips crashed onto his as she practically crawled right onto his lap. Passion ran out of her and into Izaya's mouth. She made it distinctly clear that she was in control. She ended with a stream of light soft kisses before pulling away. Izaya raised an eyebrow in amusement.

"Don't you dare say that I don't have emotions," Miyari growled. "It's not my fault that you can't dig deep enough to play with them."

Izaya stroked her cheek with his thumb.

"So I have to go deeper?" he mused.

Miyari jerked away and spun around.

"That of course depends on if I let you play with them or not," she replied.

It was quiet for a moment.

"Do you know you talk in your sleep, Miyari?" Izaya cooed darkly.

Miyari scratched the back of her head.

"I don't," she stated, crawling out of bed.

All of a sudden, Izaya's arms constricted around Miyari, pulling her down onto the edge of the bed so that she sat between his legs. Miyari could feel the warmth of his body against her back. His face found the nape of her neck again and he nuzzled it.

"I wanna play today," Izaya mumbled into her hair.

Miyari tilted her head away from Izaya's face, as if thinking.

"That depends on what you want to play," she said lightly.

Izaya pulled her closer and kissed her neck gently.

"Of course, I want to play with you," he whispered seductively in her ear. "I want to see all the expressions you could possibly make in any situation I throw at you."

"Don't you already do that?" Miyari questioned, walking over to her closet.

"Ah, but you see," he chuckled. "We're going to be in public."