It was not the first morning that Tiffany woke up with half of her body on top of Erik, but it was the first time of her morning on her lecture day that Erik was in the same bed as hers. He came to her last night just as he did when they were in his house, except that they did not have to whisper to talk to each other.

Tiffany got up first, looking down at Erik as he slept with one of his arm outstretched and the other was on his stomach. His expression when he sleeps was so adorable—his pouty lips and the occasional scrunches of his nose, they were what made him lovable. Tiffany smiled and slowly leaned down to place a kiss on his cheek before getting out of the bed.

After a few moments of struggling to be sneaky, her attempts were successful and Tiffany stood straight with a proud smile on her face. As quiet as possible, Tiffany took her towel on the towel rack and stealthily walked her way to the bathroom.

Erik awoke to the faint sound of door-clicked shut. It took him about a few seconds to adjust to his surrounding, and when he finally did, he realised that his lover was not on his side. His hearing ability finally functioned, and that was when he heard the faint sound of water running in the bathroom adjacent to Tiffany's room. Erik sleepily smiled, feeling content on what he have now.

Few minutes of just sitting by the edge of her bed, Erik finally got up and stretched, before going into his room to take a bath as well. After a quick strip out of his clothes, Erik jumped into the shower and then suddenly the flashback of what had transpired within the bathtub came. While he was showering, a naughty grin spread across his face, reminiscing of the fun he and Tiffany had before.

It did not took as long as Tiffany for Erik to finish freshening himself. Of course, he did not need more time to shampoo a long hair and dry them later. Obviously, it did not took him long to put on his clothes, either.

When he came out of his room, Erik heard the hair-dryer running in the guest bathroom, and chuckled knowing exactly what Tiffany was doing. Suddenly, a naughty idea came, and the trick he once used on his older brother ran across his thoughts.

Erik reached out to the switch and flicked it off. In just a matter of a few milliseconds, Tiffany's screamed filled the flat and Erik toppled over in laughter. Tiffany had opened the door, and looked up at him who was leaning his body against the wall in front of her, laughing his heart out. Fury was written on all over her face.

"You!" she shrieked, "You fucking bastard!"

…and Erik prayed he would make it to his class that day.

Tiffany liked it when Erik held her hand in his. Although his was bigger than hers was, but it fit perfectly in her hold.

"So I'll see you for lunch?" Erik said, pulling her out of her trance. Tiffany looked up at him and smiled, all the annoyance she felt for his prank earlier went away with the wind. "Is that a yes?"

Tiffany giggled and pulled him by his nape to kiss him. "Yes," she said, her breath hitting his lips. "Will you wait for me outside my class or at the gate?"

Erik kissed her again before replying, "I'll be waiting for you in front of your building," he brought his lips to kiss the cold tip of her nose and then to her forehead. "—and bring Jessica along and I'll bring Maddox too. We need to catch up."

His girlfriend nodded, and went in for the last kiss before they parted. Just after she pulled away, she caught sight of a familiar girl's back. A girl looked so much like Jessica.

The blonde girl was kissing a tall boy, who Tiffany knew so well, that went by the name of Maddox Kwon.

Tiffany gasped, realising what that really meant. Erik, confused by his lover's expression, turned around and mimicked the same reaction.

"Maddox?!" "Jessi?!"

Oh, boy…someone has a lot of explanation to do.

…

"When?" Tiffany asked right after Erik took Maddox with him to their class.

Jessica had a guilty smile displayed on her face and she laughed nervously before answering to Tiffany's enquiry.

"Remember that night when our faculty held a dinner event?" Jessica said, and then watched as Tiffany zoned out before she subtly nodded. "We went on a date after that, and that was Maddie took me to a musical theatre."

Tiffany could still remember very clearly, of what happened that night. Their first kiss happened on that same night when she was stuck with the president of her faculty. That same night was the catalyst of how they were now.

"…and he told me he wanted to be my boyfriend…," Jessica trailed off before stopping completely when she saw the blush and smile on her best-friend's face. It was very rare for Tiffany to blush, moreover bashful, and this was a very priceless sight to see. "You're hiding something, aren't you?"

"I am not!" Tiffany's quick denial was very suspicious and Jessica was not going to let her friend go just like that.

Jessica took hold of her friend forearm and stopped them from walking for a brief. "You better tell me after lunch. Like…you have to!"

Tiffany sighed and rolled her eyes, "Fine, I will, but in turn, you'll have to tell me about you and Maddox as well."

"I did told you about it! It was just now!"

"Too long; didn't hear." Tiffany nonchalantly said as she walked ahead of Jessica, leaving the girl cursing her under her breath.

"You're lucky that I love you. If you're just a friend to me, I would've smashed your face against the wall." Her best friend muttered, purposely letting Tiffany hear her.

"Too bad. You love me too much."

"That I do, unfortunately."

…

"I won't ask how but I just want to know when."

Maddox softly chuckled and rubbed his nape. "The party where you went furious at Tiffany…," he said. "—after the party."

Erik nodded and smiled. He looked up at his friend's face as they walk and grinned when he saw the equally wide grin on his face. Erik patted his tall friend's shoulder, chortling, "Good for you, Maddie. I'm glad."

"Thank you," Maddox thanked his friend, sighing contentedly as he felt light after his friend finally knew about him and Jessica. "Say, how are you and Tiffany? If I am not mistaken, this is your first time walking to campus with her. Is there…anything you want to…tell, perhaps?"

Erik chuckled and shrugged before sighing and nodding his head. "I do, actually, but…," he trailed off as he reached the doorknob to his lecture class for the morning. "…I think I'll talk it over during lunch. So, how about us four go to a nice restaurant and grab us some lunch?"

"I'm in."

Tiffany was all smile when the last class before lunch ended and Jessica could not help but smiled too at the sight of her best friend being happy.

"I didn't know I could enjoy History of Art this much," Tiffany exclaimed, right after their professor walked out of the class. "I mean, it's history and—and—"

Jessica laughed and patted her friend's back, "Now, now Tiffany. You're happy, I know."

"I guess I just am," Tiffany resigned with a smile plastered on her face. Both of them walked to the door of the class and went out. Tiffany resumed talking as she held the door open for Jessica, "Yeah, you know the presentation Professor Sully told us about who do you have in—"

Her words did not meet their end as her eyes laid upon the sight of her lover and his tall friend standing by the wall across them. Erik looked so good even though she had seen him early in the morning. He was not equally as tall as Maddox was but he was definitely, perfectly tall for her to rest her head underneath his chin.

It was only after she saw Jessica embracing Maddox did she finally realised that she was standing in the middle of the corridor, stunned by the handsome appearance of her own lover.

"You," she exclaimed with a wide smile as she took big strides toward Erik. He had his arms wide open and he had a grin that could light up the darkest room.

"Hello there, beaut—oof!" Tiffany had lurched herself into his arms and Erik chuckled as Tiffany bear-hugged him. "Wow! Did you miss me that much?"

"You have no idea," Tiffany said and then tilted her head when Erik leaned down to kiss her. "The class was so boring."

"Liar!" Jessica called her out, laughing. "You just said that you enjoyed it."

"I didn't," Tiffany smoothly lied, still hugging Erik, although not as tight as she did before, as they started walked along the corridor.

"You definitely did," Jessica countered. "I heard you, Tiffy. Erik, she was so happy the whole class. Don't believe her bullshit."

Erik and Maddox laughed as their girlfriends bickered. "Oh, I know Tiffany is full of bullshit."

"Erik!"

"Admit it, sweetheart." Erik yelped when Tiffany suddenly pinched his side. "That tickles."

Tiffany whined when her boyfriend and best friend seemingly ganged up on her. Then she saw Maddox, her last resort. "Maddox…"

Hearing his name, Maddox laughed again before going to Tiffany's rescue, "Alright, Erik. You're the worst boyfriend ever," he said, draping his arm around Erik's shoulder before pulling Jessica tight in his other arm. "…and Jessica, be nice."

"Finally, a decent human being!" Tiffany exclaimed when both of her bullies stopped teasing her after the giant had spoken. "Thank you, Maddox, you're my saviour."

Hearing that, Erik grimaced, "Hey, whatever happened to me being your hero?" he whined, looking at Tiffany with a feigned dejected look. The girl just stuck her tongue out at him and went from his side to Jessica's side as if her best friend did not ganged up on her with Erik before. "Hey!"

"Sorry, I'm cheating on you with Jessica."

"Hey!" Erik half-amused, then he looked up at Maddox for help but his friend just chuckled and shook his head.

"Let them be, Rikki boy, let them be."

…and Erik never felt as whipped as he was at that time.

Erik was stripping off his clothes when Tiffany came into his room and sat at the chair by the study desk.

Tiffany grinned as she watched Erik pulled off his long-sleeved tee, revealing his sets of muscles, aligned in perfect places where she knew she enjoyed touching. Her eyes then travelled up to his handsome face and saw him grinning back at her.

"I feel violated," he said jokingly which made her laugh. Tiffany got off from the seat and went to him, taking painstakingly slow steps towards him before stopping right before she could kiss his hard chest.

"What can I say, I appreciate everything that's gorgeous and yummy," she purred seductively, running her hands on his chest and along his abs, going back and forth, as she loved the bumps under her palm. "You look delicious…"

Erik's breath hitched when Tiffany suddenly kissed his naked chest. "Tiffany…," he chuckled breathily before taking a step back. Tiffany had a teasing smile on her face, and Erik wanted nothing more than to pull her and crash his lips upon hers. "You teaser…"

His girlfriend laughed, producing no sound and yet her hands were seal clapping. Seeing her comical way of laughing, Erik laughed too, finding his girlfriend's laugh contagious and funny.

"Okay," Tiffany said, still recovering from her mirth. "Go and take a bath, you stinky. After that, I'll help you put the sheet on your mattress."

Erik looked at his mattress that were leaning against the wall and then at Tiffany. He nodded and smiled, "Okay," he said before taking off his pants, "in the meantime, can you be a good girlfriend and make some pancakes for me? I'm hungry."

Tiffany's eyes widened. "Again? But you just had a large serving of fettucine and half of mine!" she exclaimed in disbelief. Seeing him grinning shamelessly, Tiffany could only sighed.

"That was four hours ago, and now I'm hungry for something sweet." Erik cleverly countered, leaving the girl speechless by his appetite. "Please?"

Tiffany sighed again and then smiled sweetly at him as she tilted her head to kiss him full on the lips. "Alright. I can't believe you're still as hot as you are now, with that amount of food you're taking in." she muttered.

Erik pulled his towel from the towel rack and chuckled as he wrapped the towel around his waist. "I have my ways. Besides, I got you as my new workout plan," Erik clicked his tongue and winked before quickly getting into the bathroom, all the while Tiffany was processing what he meant.

As soon as it dawned on her, her face flushed and she fisted her hands. "Stupid pervert." She said.

"I heard that!"

It startled her but Tiffany quickly found her composure back. "I meant to let you hear it, dumbass!"

"Your dumbass!" he yelled back from inside the bathroom, laughing.

Tiffany knew there was no way she would win the stupid bickering. How could she when she was confronting a smartass man with a mind of a child?

…

"Why is this bed sheet warm?"

Tiffany laughed before rolling on her side to snuggle close to Erik. She inhaled deeply of his scent and exhaled slowly. "Don't you think it's good that it's warm?"

"I guess it is," Erik agreed, pulling her closer so that her head rested on his chest, tucked underneath his neck. It felt good, having Tiffany in his hold and cuddling together. Well, sex would be better but cuddling should be fine too. As intimate their sex had gotten, just doing nothing but embracing each other felt more intimate.

They went silent for a while, enjoying each other's presence. Tiffany readjusted her head—although her ear was not on top of his beating heart, she could faintly hear the beating, slow and steady. They had a calming effect on her and Tiffany found herself relaxed just by hearing the faint thump. Tiffany sighed; unaware of her creeping hand that was exploring the skin of her lover's abdomen.

It tickled him—her hand ghosting on his abs, but they calmed him too. Erik enjoyed the little circle Tiffany made with her hand on his torso. In some ways, it spread warmth to all over his body, possibly erupting the tingling feeling that he felt in his belly. It sounded so cheesy and yet so true.

"Do you want to move into my room? It's bigger than yours." Erik suddenly said, after having thinking about it for a while. He looked down at her, and his movement caused Tiffany to tilt her head and meet his gaze.

Seeing the hopeful look on his face, Tiffany smiled. Never screamed anything beautiful and handsome at the same time like Erik do, she thought.

"I'd like that," she whispered and as she watched the small smile bloomed into a wide, boyish grin, Tiffany knew she had made the right decision. "I would love that."

"Good," he whispered back, the smile never leave his face. "We'll move your things here or…?"

Tiffany giggled and kissed him. It was a long, deep kiss but they never ventured anything deeper. The kiss's purpose was to show her love to him, feeling that the three magical words would not be as enough as her action. When she pulled away, Erik still had his eyes closed with his lips still puckering. He looked utterly adorable and Tiffany just could not resist kissing him again.

"The kiss is over, greedy boy," she giggled when Erik pouted. "You'll get more later."

Erik lose his pout and smiled, "Alright, promise that I'll get more," he said, "soon."

"I promise," Tiffany promised, laughing but the cute absurdity of her lover. "We'll just leave my things in that room, except for my clothes."

"Good. I love my wise lady." Erik exclaimed before shifting to be on top of Tiffany. He grinned mischievously and wriggled his eyebrows. "Now, before we move your things, don't you think we should, you know, bless it?"

It took her a while to get what he meant, and when she did, Tiffany laughed aloud and pushed his nearing face. "Pervert!"

"Aw, come on, it'll be as fun as when we christened my room!"

Tiffany ceased laughter but the mirth was still there. The idea of doing the dirty in her room was not bad at all, remembering how their last session was very intense and hot. She blushed at the memory, biting her lower lip, not knowing that it was driving her boyfriend crazy.

Tiffany gasped when Erik suddenly lowered his navel unto her core, grinding himself on her. He laughed at her reaction, and Tiffany countered him with a hit on his chest and a sharp glare.

"Your room? Now?"

Tiffany licked her lips and swallowed thickly. She was getting aroused and if they were not getting on it any sooner, instead of Erik jumping on her, Tiffany would be the one to jump on him. Hard and wild.

"You better top your previous score or…," She said, smirking as her thumb and index finger trapped his earlobe. Tiffany the pulled herself up, arms hooked around his neck as a support. She went for his ear, seductively whispered, "…no sex for a week."

The hot breath hitting his ear sent shivers down his spine, turning him on. "You'll be begging me to stop, baby. You better not regret it."

"Ooh, I'd like to see you try." Tiffany mocked, provoking him, which proved to be successful. Wasting no time, he wrapped the girl's legs around his lower body and effortlessly lifted her up, eliciting yelps from her. Tiffany breathlessly laughed, hands stroking his flexed muscular biceps. "Strong."

Without any words to counter her, Erik kissed her lips hard as he stumbled his way to her room. Nothing could beat his impatience when dealing with his sexy, seducing little devil.

…

They were panting, a tangled heap of moaning mess as Erik thrust his length in and out of Tiffany's leaking hole. Her upper body was on the bed while Erik pounded into her with her legs wrapped around his waist.

Her nails dug into his back, holding onto him tightly as the pleasure consumed her whole body. Lips on her collarbone, lips on her neck, lips on her pleasure points—they created pain and pleasure as Erik bit her skin and sucked the pleasure out of the pain.

"Oh my God…faster…I'm—I'm cumming…" Tiffany moaned,

"Erik…fuck!" she yelped when Erik reached down and pinched her clit. "S-stop…fuck—t-too much! Ah!" Tiffany's legs were trembling as her orgasm was nearing and even thought she begged Erik to stop abusing her clit, he did not stop.

"I'm cumming too…shit Fany…you're so tight!" Erik groaned as he drilled into her pussy, slapping sounds were faster as Erik gained speed.

"ERIK!" Tiffany screamed as she came, her ejaculation splashing right onto their navel wetting both of them. "Erik! Stop—please!" Tiffany's hands were clutching his hand that was pressing and squeezing on her love button.

Erik groaned as his hips stuttered, pounding hard as he cummed into her. The warm spurt of his cum made Tiffany shiver in delight as she was also coming down from her high. Both of them panted, bodies sweaty as a proof of the aftermath of another of their mind-blowing sex.

"Fuck…that was amazing." Erik said, chuckling as he panted.

"You were quite wild though. And you came a lot too…" Tiffany mumbled, eyes closed as she panted as well.

When Erik finally pulled out, he watched as his cum dribbling out of her pussy. Erik grabbed his semi-hard cock and collected the semen that ran down to the crack of her ass, and then pushed them back into her hole again. He grinned when he heard the whimper from Tiffany.

As they were still basking in their after-sex glory, Tiffany heard the sound of knocking. "Did you hear that?" she asked, and turned her head to her door as the knocking came again. "There, the knocking."

Erik's eyes followed her line of eyesight and nodded, "Yeah, I heard that," he said, agreeing and then looked at the breathless girl underneath him. "Why?"

Just before Tiffany could answer, the knockings grew louder, followed with a faint voice calling the Tiffany followed by her lover's name. Whoever was outside the door, Tiffany felt that the feminine voice was extremely familiar, until she realised that it was Jessica's voice. Nasally and high-pitched.

"Oh my God, that's Jessi!" she exclaimed before pushing Erik completely off her. As quick as she could, Tiffany ran around her room for her undergarments, putting them on while her eyes searched around.

"Wait, what is she doing here?" Erik asked, bewildered as he got up too.

Tiffany looked at him and then apologetically smiled as she put on her panties that she found lying alone on the cold floor. "I promised to give her the notes she asked for and she told me she's dropping by before going on a date with Maddox. I just didn't…expect her to be this early!"

"Well, with what we did earlier, we won't realise how much time has fly." Erik said as he searched for his own article of clothing too.

With her brassiere and panties on, Tiffany finally put on a random oversized tee and then fixed her dishevelled hair. Once she was sure she looked decent, Tiffany went to Erik and tiptoed to kiss his swollen lips. "We'll continue this after she's gone. I'm so sorry."

Erik smiled and kissed her again. "It's alright," he said, and then looked at her door as the knocking get louder, this time; his friend's voice was calling them. "Go on, give the notes. I'll be fine."

With that, Tiffany dashed out of her room and head straight to the front door.

Erik looked down on his half-erected shaft and laughed. You heard what she said, buddy, we'll have another round later, Erik comically thought and then laughed again. Putting on his pants, Erik tucked his erection upward and into his waistband to make it less obvious. Then he put on his shorts that was on the floor, pleased with his appearance after.

Only then did he realised that his tee was missing and in no time, he figured out where in went missing to. Erik grinned, knowing perfectly who wore it.

After grabbing a random tee shirt in his closet, Erik went to Tiffany who was conversing with both Maddox and Jessica at the front door. True enough, Tiffany was standing there, in his cloth that seemed to be oversized on her.

Erik chuckled at her adorable look. He knew if Tiffany heard him calling her his 'little mousey', she would be annoyed, but could he resist calling her that, especially when she looked so small and cute?

"My little mousey," he muttered, softly chuckling.

A little mousey that could be so daring and beautiful and mature when she wanted to be.

That…is no doubt Erik's little mousey.

…

Jessica and Maddox stayed there just for about five minutes and left for their date.

After they left, Erik went to sit on the couch as Tiffany rummaged the icebox for something to munch on. He looked over the counter, craning his neck to see her backside as she searched for food. Erik chuckled and shook his head, "There's a pack of gummies in the cabinet above your head."

Tiffany turned around to glance at him and saw him puckered his lips on the said location. She tiptoed for the handle, groaning as she failed to reach it. Several tries later, Tiffany gave up and whined to her boyfriend who was laughing as he walked to her.

"You could have just called out to me for help. What if you fell on your bum?" he said, before opening the cabinet door and took out one pack of his stash of gummies. When Erik looked down at her, he saw Tiffany had her nose scrunched and lips puckered in annoyance. "Aw, don't be mad…"

"You clearly saw I was struggling and you just sat there, laughing your non-existent ass off," Tiffany said and huffed when Erik suddenly kissed the side of her head. "Worried, my ass…"

Erik chuckled and handed her the pack before opening the freezer compartment to take out a tub of ice-cream. "Sorry, love. You looked utterly cute just now."

The compliment caused her to blush, her cheeks pink as she felt her face heated.

"And now you're blushing!"

"Shut up!" Tiffany hit him with the unopened pack of gummies and giggled. The boy laughed, pulling her by her wrist to sit on his lap as he sat on the couch. "You do know that there's an empty space beside you, right?"

"Yes, but it felt better to have you sit on me," Erik wittily said and grinned widely. He lifted his legs and then stretched them across the couch, occupying the rest of the empty space. "There, no more space for you to sit in, so you have no choice but to sit here on the first class seat—my lap!"

Tiffany giggled and shook her head in disbelief and amusement, "Unbelievable."

"Oh, please do believe it, my love, as I am your lover," he proclaimed, doing a mighty baritone voice to which made Tiffany laughed harder. Seeing his lover enjoying it, Erik chuckled and watched as Tiffany cackled at his lame attempt of being funny.

Tiffany's laugh eventually slowed down, and she sighed, catching up the breath that she lost. As she lifted her head to look at him, she caught him gazing at her. The two pools of emotion was displaying the raw love he had for her. So pure and captivating—Tiffany felt herself enveloped in his love.

Reaching out to his jaw, Tiffany gently caressed his face, smiling as she saw his lips curled into a smile as soft as hers. "I love you…"

It was always the sudden declaration of love that always astounded him. Tiffany effortlessly made his heart skipped a beat whenever she was around. With her smiles, laughs, actions—all of her, Erik found himself falling deeper, albeit Tiffany doing nothing. Her mere existence was enough to make his day brighter than it was.

"I love you too," he whispered and smiled wider when Tiffany held his chin to kiss him.

Erik knew he had to breathe somehow, but even if he could, his breathing would be very erratic, along with the beating of his heart. He was rendered immobile in his place as Tiffany took his lips, blowing his mind with the softness of her plump lips.

Tiffany was the first one to break the innocent sweet kiss. A smile splayed across her lips as she saw Erik still with his eyes closed, also with a smile on his lips. Suddenly she remembered what she promised him earlier, and blush crept up to her face.

"Erik," she called him. Erik answered her with a hum and opened his eyes. "I know I promised for, you know…our session…," she said, trapping the side on her lower lip between her teeth.

"Yeah, you did," Erik did not get where she was leading but he let her continue talking as he listened to her intently.

"…but can we just…stay like this and watch a movie?" she asked, looking at him with such hope that he would agree. "I mean, I like it like this and I…it don't mean that I—"

Erik laughed and kissed her again. "It's alright, I was thinking of the same thing too," he said, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Although I'd love it we can have another round of our sess—"

"Okay stop," Tiffany laughed, lightly hitting his chest as Erik cackled.

Well, maybe Erik can try for another time.