A/N: Here's a little snippet, I have a bunch of assignments due on Sunday at midnight and I will officially be done with this summer class. Hooray! Anyway, enjoy and review!

Part 11

Tom Quincy woke up with an unfamiliar weight atop his chest. His vision was fuzzy, so he blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes for good measure. Her cheek rested upon his chest while her right palm rested lazily above his heart. He could smell the scent of her shampoo wafting from her hair. "This is a first" he slightly mused to himself. Usually when he woke up from a night of debauchery his overnight companion and all traces would vanish by the time the sun crested over the horizon. He'd never woken up with said person still in his bed. As he became more wakeful he realized that he was not in fact in his bed, but that at least he was in his apartment. He absentmindedly began to stroke her hair. In sleep he heard her give a sigh of contentment that sounded almost like a purr and felt her snuggle closer to him. He pulled the coverlet securely over the two of them. He felt his nerves catch fire when he felt her hand cup his cheek and saw a pair of startled blue eyes gaze into his. "Hi" he said meekly. "Hi" she replied. And then memories of the night before and who he was with and whose bed he was in dawned upon him. He'd flat out asked her what he meant to her. And she answered him truthfully. Was he getting in the way of the two of them becoming a 'we'? He did have his reasons and his emotions became raw just thinking about them. He had buried them away a long time ago and now neither the time nor place to reopen old wounds. He schooled his features. Their situation resituated itself in the forefront of his mind and he was truly and utterly flabbergasted. He had never been so intimate with another person enough to share a bed and merely sleep. They gazed at each other in silence neither one knowing what to say or how to act. Thankfully or the polar opposite depending on whose point of view you were looking at at the moment was broken by a loud insistent gurgling coming from her stomach. "Hungry?" he said teasingly recalling the last time that had happened when she had grudgingly jumped in his viper, although now that he thought about it that didn't end well he remembered as he gingerly rubbed the back of his head. "Har har." she retorted. "Wanna go for breakfast?" he asked. "Or we could do breakfast in bed!" she said jokingly.