Caden lay tiredly next to Eames; he was passed out, and thoroughly had enjoyed himself, Caden knew that if she had any talent, it was probably fucking. His arm was over her stomach and he laid face-down in the pillow, mumbling in his sleep and breathing hard.

She sighed and rolled to her side to look, at the gorgeous man next to her, She had come to England. Earlier this morning. And he had been in the train station, for an unexplained reason. She hadn't asked him why and didn't think that it would really matter if they were just going to sleep together this one time, and then probably never see each other again.

He had recognized her red hair, and then her face as she had turned, sensing someone looking at her. He had grinned from across the crowded platform and waved before a confused look came across his face and she turned to walk quickly away, hiding her face as he chased after her, yelling 'Ginger!' across the crowd.

When he had finally caught up to her, he grabbed onto her arm and just stared at her, smiling as she stared up at him in shock, terrified. What was he going to do?

"Grab coffee?" He asked her, his face changing to a sly, calm smile from the awkward shocked one that he had been watching her with.

There was a grumble next to her in the bed and she turned to smile at Eames' contented face, snuggled cutely and sleepily against the pillow, rubbing at his eyes, and swiping over his face.

"Hey, there." He mumbled at her, his throat dry from sleeping, voice low and husky, his accent strong and gorgeous. He reached out and touched her cheek, and she held his hand against her skin, grinning back at him.

Their lips pressed quickly together and she touched his scruffy cheek, before she pressed her hands against his scalp, running fingers through his greasy hair and fixing it against his skull.

"Hey," she finally said in answer. He got a thoughtful look on his face and she sighed quietly pressing herself against him. He responded with his arms, wrapping tight around her torso.

Caden pressed her chest against the familiar body quietly, just thinking. She needed to get close to Eames. Emotionally. More than just letting him stick his parts into her parts, despite how nice that was. He was acting vaguely like this was more than a one night stand. Maybe he wanted it to be. Or maybe he was just content to know that he had finally found the girl he had been dreaming about for the past couple weeks.

"Go for coffee?" He mumbled at her, smiling with his tired, deep voice. "Breakfast."

"Why?" She asked, her chest feeling elated and floaty. This was only her third conversation with him, and she felt so obscenely smitten.

"Cos I'm hungry." He said simply. She sat up from the bed and his hands slipped away from her waist, before setting back against her hips, his face a frown as he stared up at her.

"Do you want me to leave so you can go eat?" He bit into one side of his gorgeous full lip and stared up at her still.

"I want you to come with me for coffee and donuts." He said simply, sitting up next to her and smiling gently before standing up fully. He looked around his room, naked, clothes strewn everywhere, a combination of both of theirs and clothes that had probably been there for days. He scratched at his beautiful chest and turned too look at Caden, sitting cross legged on the bed and holding the sheet up to her chest shyly. He grinned at her and reached out to take her hand, pulling her up next to him, and then against him. "Take a shower with me." He mumbled, petting her cheek gently, she smiled, knowing that she felt gross with a layer of sweat over her pale skin, along with a few other liquids that didn't need mentioning. "I'm taking you out to breakfast."

"I don't have any clothes to wear to go out to breakfast." She responded, frowning at is perfect face before kissing his lip. He grinned and kissed her back.

"So go naked." He whispered at her, making her grin widely. She ran a hand against his chest, and through the curly blonde hairs and over his pecs. He was so gorgeous. "You could wear one of my shirts. It would look fine. And would give you a reason to come back later." She smiled at him gently, liking this idea. He wanted her to come back. She was going to get close to him, she was convinced.

He hand ran up her spine and he took a step back, holding her against him, steering her toward the bathroom. She grinned up at him and followed willingly, loving how he liked to lead, but wasn't an ass about it. He liked to be in control, but didn't want it to show. She knew that much about him, now. That and his address, social security, occupation, phone number, birthplace and criminal record. And his school transcript.

She found herself in the bathroom with him, the shower turned on as she kissed at his neck, randomly turned on again—he was good at this. He lifted her up by her sides, pulling her mouth away from his neck to pull it against his, kissing her deeply as he held her slightly over him. Her hands stayed on his shoulders, holding herself up as well before she started slipping, coiling legs tight around his hips, their naked sexes pressed together, his only half hard.

She didn't really need to work him too hard already this morning, she figured, loosening her leg, finding that she was, in fact, hungry and that donuts sounded awesome. He pouted at her as she pulled away.

"I'm sorry, I got confused. I thought you meant you wanted a shower, when you said that we should shower." She said sarcastically, kissing him again, tightening her legs. Donuts could wait.

"Well. We are going into the shower, right? I might rub some soap on you. I'm not psychic." She laughed at him quietly, as he pushed his mouth up against hers again, stepping into the hot water, still holding her and getting soaked before turning and sticking her into the stream of water. She laughed more, finding this whole situation very funny, and very scary. He didn't seem like the type to be clumsy, but you could never trust a boy standing in water.

He kept his mouth on hers, pushing her hair back when it came over her face from the water spout.

"Darling." He mumbled at her, setting her down in front of him. She stared at him quietly, touching his arms, his hands set firmly on her shoulders as they stood naked, facing each other. The water droplets all over him were cooling and giving him goosebumps as he just smiled down at her, trying to keep his face serious.

"Yes, dear?" She whispered at him, trying to keep her smile hidden as well.

"Today is going to be a good day."