Sosuke woke up before she did. Kaname was still there, laying on him. Unfortunately, something else was awake as well. Freezing in place, he willed the offending member to go back to sleep before she woke up and realized. He looked around the room, sunlight was just starting to stream in the windows. Kaname looked so beautiful laying there, her breath hot on his neck. Sosuke admired the curves o her face, the gentle arc of her neck, and the very womanly curves of her body.

Glancing at the clock, it would soon be time for her to wake and get ready for work. Unsure, he lifted his hand and started combing her hair out of her face. She wore her hair long, and he never realized how much maintenance it required. After several minutes, the worst of the tangle were gone. He glanced back at the clock, time for her to get up. He was about to say something when she broke the silence first.

"Why did you stop...?" she murmered.

"It is time to get up." he said.

"is it? Really?" she said a little clearer as she pushed off his chest and ended up sitting on his lap. She sat there, eyes closed before standing up and heading to the bathroom. Sosuke got on his feet as well, then headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. Today, he decided, he would try his hand at oatmeal.

After a disturbingly long time he managed to find the oatmeal, as well as some fruit to add and was mixing it all together on the stove in -he hoped- the proper portions. He was eying the pot, attempting to judge the right moment to turn off the heat, while stirring the oatmeal with a spoon when Kaname cracked open the bathroom door.

"Sosuke? Can you bring me some clothes?i kinda forgot. He he." she tacked on a small laugh that sounded to Sosuke some what...forced.

"Yes. Of course." he said, as he tried to locate the spoon he had dropped in the oatmeal.

how could I be so stupid! Kaname raged at her self as she stood there clutching a towel. So she had asked Sosuke to bring her some clothes. She burned with embarrassment as she thought of him rummaging through her underwear drawer.

clothes, right. Sosuke thought to himself as we walked in to her room. Locating her dresser, he opened up the top drawer and surveyed the possibilities. It seems tops were in this drawer. Knowing full well he lacked, in her words, common sense, he fell back on his training not feeling like he had any other option. If this were a combat mission, he would have chosen Grey, or perhaps black. Camouflage for urban environment was an ever changing mission, and in the end he decided on a charcoal Grey blouse. Taking it out and folding it neatly on the bed, he closed the drawer and opened the next one.

Skirts. Having already picked out a top, he focused on matching his colors. There was a longer Gery skirt as well as a shorter skirt. The longer skirt's color was a better match, camouflage wise, however the shorter skirt was still an acceptable color, as well as had modest slits on either side, permitting greater freedom of movement. He chose the latter.

Shoes. Next he went to the closet, and looked over his choices. Sosuke had but one pair of shoes. Combat boots. Comfortable to wear, easy on the feet when carrying gear, non skid, oil resistant sole with a generic tread pattern to them to avoid detection by enemy forces. However, Kaname would have no need of such foot wear. So naturally, he chose the closest match color wise and went with a pair of comfortable looking flats with acceptable tread pattern for best traction.

Jacket. He had several choices, but went with a longer coat that would provide the best warmth of the jackets in his color range. Nodding to himself, he gathered her clothes and headed to the bathroom.

after what seem like forever, but was really just a few minutes, Kaname heard a knock at the bathroom door. She cracked it open as Sosuke held out her cloths, his head firmly fixed in the other direction. Clutching her towel with one hand, she grabbed her clothe with the other.

As she closed the door and had a good look, he had done a not bad job. Not what she could have chosen, but close enough to be workable. Shades of Grey that actually did match. She sighed.

"i just wanted whatever so I could come out, but I guess this is okay." she smiled in the mirror as she got dressed. Then it hit her. There were no panties.

"that idiot!"

as Kaname got out of the bathroom dressed and ready to go, he had just finished setting the table. She sat down as he served the oatmeal.

"I hope you enjoy this. I decided to try making oatmeal." he said to her as she sat down.

"it looks very good, Sosuke" she muttered as she started eating.

He served himself and sat down to eat. Grabbing his spoon, he started eating. His mind wondered as he ate. It seem Kaname was not upset with his choice of clothes. They did fit her well, he thought. He looked outside. He had to find another job. This would not be an easy task, as he had very little skills outside of combat. He pondered as he ate.

Kaname pondered as she ate, as well. Hurry up and leave so I can go get some panties! She thought to her self as she watched him eat out of the corner of her eye. He was taking his sweet time, his expression some were far away. She watched him. Spoon up, stare out the window, spoon down. Stare at his food. Sip of water, stare at the glass, then, surprise, spoon up and stare out the window. She was acute aware of the unusual draft downstairs.

She glanced at the clock, if he left in the next few minutes she could still make it on time. She glared at him out of the corner of her eye, willing him to get up and leave. But all he did was get up to get more food.

Spoon up, stare out the window.

Spoon down, stare at food.

Sip of water, stare at glass.

Spoon up...

Kaname glanced up at the clock, It was now or never. She opened her mouth at the same time he spoke.

"if you do not hurry, you might be late." no joke, dumb ass. She thought darkly at him, but pasted a smile on her face.

"you right! I better be going, ha ha!" she said as she got up, trying to ignore the funny sensations her body was throwing at her. She ended up marching out the door before kicking it shut.

As Kaname got up to leave, she seem, preoccupied with something. Was my clothing choices that bad? He thought to himself. As he was still thinking, she kicked the door shut. He was impressed with her kick.

Dismissing his wondering of Kaname, he went to his computer and focused on the task at hand. A job.