Show some love and review...I've been noticing that there have been a good number of readers from the UK, which makes me super happy!!!!!!! UK, I love you and I want to move over there one of these days and live there perminantly.

Okay, so this is how I wanna wake up one of these days. Don't understand? You will in a minute...

Fred awoke the next morning tangled in white crisp sheets with a pair of slim arms wrapped around his waist. It took him a moment before he remembered where he was and what had happened. He instantly smirked, sinking down into the bed beneath him. There was a groan beside him and instantly stopped moving as the grip around his waist became tighter. He looked down, moving his arm slightly. Emerald was buried in her white comforter, her auburn hair red in the morning sunlight. It was a mess above and around her face as she pushed her face closer to his skin. Her eyes quickly opened as she felt a pair of eyes staring down at her.

"Good morning." She said, her voice groggy. She cleared her throat and slowly sat up, roughly rubbing her eyes before reaching for her glasses. She didn't bother to cover herself and Fred was all the more thankful. He stared, seeing that she had become extremely perky despite being out of the blankets only a few seconds.

"It is a good morning, especially when I get to look at those." Emerald smirked as she pulled her hair up into a ponytail before sinking back into Fred's arms.

"I'm tired." She whispered.

"You just woke up." He reminded her quietly, gently kissing her forehead.

"I know…but to be fair, I didn't get much sleep." Fred smirked.

"Then I did my job." She laughed, pushing against his side.

"No perverted jokes until I fully wake up." She groaned out, turning onto her side with her back towards him. He pulled back the blanket slightly, gazing at the smooth, pale plane of her back. Fred kissed her shoulder, pressing up against her warm skin.

"I love you." He whispered into her ear. He couldn't see it, but Emerald smiled widely.

"Do you?" She asked, turning to face him. "And not just because of last night?" Fred shook his head.

"I love you." He repeated. She curled up against his chest, their noses barely touching.

"I love you too."

"So…can I ask you something?" He asked. Emerald furrowed her brow together.

"You're not going to ask me to marry you, are you? Because if you are, let's just wait a bit, okay?" Fred shook his head with a smirk.

"I'm not asking that, I wanted to know…does this mean that we can have sex whenever we want?"

"You mean have sex whenever you want?" Fred slowly nodded.

"Pretty much." Emerald snorted.

"I don't know why you want to, I'm not any good."

"Well that's a lie if I ever heard one!" He exclaimed possibly a little too loudly. Emerald shook her head.

"How would you know if I'm any good? You've never done it before."

"Well neither have you." He said. "I could tell from last night." That remark made Emerald blush.

"You shouldn't say things like that."

"We've had sex, but I can't talk about it?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. Emerald gently pushed on his shoulder, her blush staying strong on her face.

"Come on Fred, it's too early to talk about it."

"When are we going to talk about it?"

"What's there to talk about?"

"How much we liked it…you did like it, right?" Fred asked, panic suddenly in his voice. Emerald quickly nodded.

"Yes…I liked it a lot…" She admitted quietly. He pulled her against his chest.

"Then it's fine to talk about it." He told her. "And the fun part about this is that we can sneak up to your yoga room and…do it." Emerald scoffed.

"Do it…"

"What's so funny?" He asked.

"I don't know, I just think it's kinda weird how you said it."

Emerald slowly pushed back the huge comforter, sliding out of bed and rushing through her dresser drawer to try and find something to wear. Fred stayed in bed with his hands behind his head, enjoying the view.

"I could get used to this." He muttered. Emerald shook her head as she slipped on a pair of boy shorts and a contrasting bra. She then picked out a pair of loose sweat pants and a simple grungy tee shirt. Fred's happiness started to fade as he started to forget how she looked naked.

"Well, are you just going to sit there all day or are you actually going to get out of bed?" Fred smirked.

"I'm still considering my options." He said, trying to pull back the image of her dashing across the room naked. It was a good picture, but he was working hard to keep it present in his mind. She grabbed his hand, yanking him forward and forcing him to stumble out of bed.

"Come on, time to get up." She demanded, her eyes flicking down before returning to glance at him with a small blush. Oh yeah, she was checkin' him out. Fred started to gather his clothing from the night before as she kept her eyes occupied with anything that she could find. He put on his pajama pants and shirt before quickly returning to Emerald's side. He hugged her tightly, kissing her forehead and running his hands down her back.

"I'm gonna go take a shower, breakfast in a bit?" He asked into her hair. Emerald nodded, pulling back to look up at him.

"Sounds perfect, I'll see you in a few."

Fred left the room with a soft click and his feet padding across the cool marble floors. He hadn't guessed it, but it was still early in the Shepherd estate. The events of last night were still playing in his mind with the best clarity that he had ever seen. It send shivers down his spine, remembering even the smallest noises that she had made. They had kept it quiet, but a few whimpers and lithe moans had managed to escape their lips. Oh fuck, now he had to take a cold shower…fuck…

Fred rushed through his shower, quickly calming himself before getting dressed and joining Emerald downstairs. She had also showered and was dressed in a pair of jeans and a tee shirt with a yellow sari wrapped around one shoulder and around her waist. Her hair was half pulled up and her glasses shined in the kitchen sunlight. He simply wore jeans and tee shirt without the slightest idea of the design on his shirt. She stood at the counter, holding a bowl of cereal and slowly eating it with a vacant expression on her face. She perked up the instant that Fred walked through the door and pushed the large cereal box towards him.

"Want some?" She asked. Fred smirked, picking up a bowl and serving himself.

"I come all the way here to this gorgeous mansion with probably a dozen servants, and I have to serve myself cereal?" Emerald smirked.

"We prefer to do things ourselves around here. We only have a driver, a man servant for grandmother, and a special chef that makes dinner for her specific diet." She took a huge bite of cereal, chewing very slowly. "Besides, then we don't feel so bad about having such a huge house."

"I thought you said that this house belonged to your grandmother." He said, pushing himself onto the kitchen counter.

"My grandmother's not exactly a young spring chicken." She muttered, staring down at her feet.

"Well that's a lovely sentiment." Emerald glanced up at him, her eyes suddenly hardening.

"You tell me how I'm supposed to love somebody who constantly judges me and tells me that I'm no good?" She asked harshly. "She's never liked me…they specifically got a red headed baby just so that it would look like my father, and she still wasn't happy…"

Emerald suddenly stopped herself, shaking her head.

"I shouldn't say anything else." Fred was suddenly no longer interested in his cereal.

"Don't stop." He said quietly. Emerald's eyes softened, but she simply shook her head.

"Maybe some other time." She said before finishing off her cereal with a loud slurp. "In the meantime, how about we do a bit of riding?" Fred raised an eyebrow.

"Riding?" Emerald nodded.

"Yeah…horseback riding. You do ride, don't you?" Fred did his best to wipe off the look of shock and just shrug his shoulders.

"Yeah, of course." He said, sticking his nose in the air and eating his cereal as if nothing was wrong. Emerald smiled.

"Great, then let's go!"