This was ridiculous. Why was he so nervous? It was only breakfast. A simple meal. And they would have a simple conversation… right?

Thor was surprised and relieved when Tony gladly went along with his idea the night before. After he finally convinced the Son of Howard that he would do him no physical harm, Thor explained to him that he did not care what went on between he and Loki—as long as he didn't mistreat him, cheat on him, or in any way break his heart. Only then would Thor intervene. And Tony would not think he was so handsome once Thor was done with him. Tony readily agreed.

Then the idea struck Thor like lightning. Tony could use his influence and convince Loki to finally speak to Thor. They argued for a little while: Tony had told Thor he'd been trying to do that since before he and Loki hooked up, with no such luck. But when Thor resorted to begging and pleading, Tony gave in. He thought silently for a moment then suddenly snapped his fingers and walked out. When he had returned not ten minutes later, Tony instructed him to be at the campus restaurant at nine the next morning and disappeared into his bedroom.

So here he was, sitting in the campus restaurant, waiting for Loki. Loki was a few minutes late, but Thor knew he wasn't a morning person and couldn't be happy to have to leave his warm bed. To come speak to me, of all people, he thought. His free hand curled into a fist, the fingers of his other hand tightened around the mug of coffee he held. He had to stop thinking like that. He had no clue as to why Loki shut him out, and until Loki explained it himself, he had to stop thinking it was actually something he had done to his beloved baby brother. Because, as far as Thor was concerned, he had done nothing to Loki but be there for him. Or not there, if that's what Loki had wanted.

Thor was ripped out of his reverie, and dropped the fork he had just picked up, when a tray with buttered toast on a plate atop it, slapped down to the table and Loki slid into the booth across from him.

"Let's get this over with," he muttered by way of greeting.

Thor sighed internally. This was going to be fun.

"When did you arrive?"

Loki's lips were pressed together in a thin line. He had been in a foul mood since the night before. He wasted an hour texting Tony, begging him to give him something else to do. He forced himself to stop when he started offering sexual favors and Tony said he was saving those texts for later use. Loki resigned himself to the fact that he would have to meet with Thor, but he still wasn't happy about it. Add to that, he didn't sleep well, and now he was here. With Thor.

"A few minutes ago. It seemed you were having an inner battle with yourself so I got myself something to eat."

Thor picked up his fork again, scooped up some scrambled egg. "Thank you for coming, Loki."

"Hmm." He bit into his toast.

"I know that you do not care to wake early," Thor said after swallowing.

Loki sipped at his tea and rolled his eyes. "Could we not pretend that you know me and get on with this ridiculous business?"

Thor frowned at him. Loki didn't see the way his fingers tightened around the silver utensil, very nearly bending it in half. "If you did not wish to be here, Loki, then why have you come?"

"Because I made a deal with Anthony!" He sighed at his outburst and took a long calming breath. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again, looked at Thor, they were no longer flashing emerald. "And I promised Frigga I would mend this…this." He pulled the small bowl full of creamers to him and plucked out two. He snuck a glance at Thor, saw the worried expression on his face. "What, Thor? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Thor purposely smoothed his wrinkled forehead. "What deal did you make with Tony?"

Loki mixed the cream into his tea, his brow furrowed. "He was upset with me for the way I chose to inform you of our relationship. I promised I would do anything he wished to make up for it." He lifted his green eyes, cocked a brow. "This is what he chose."

Thor nodded and guiltily looked down at his mug of coffee. Loki caught it, narrowed his eyes, and questioned him. Thor only shook his head. Loki studied him then after a beat chuckled shrewdly.

"You had something to do with it, didn't you?"

"No…" Thor grinned lopsidedly. "I asked him to convince you to speak to me if he could. However, I did not know about the deal he made with you." In response, Loki pulled out a napkin, snapped it open, and laid it across his lap. "Loki…may I ask you about your relationship with Tony?"

Loki chewed over the question, and the toast, then gave a wave of his hand. "If you wish."

"How long have you been…um…?" Thor struggled to find the appropriate word.

Loki waited for the end of the question and realized a few seconds late that it wasn't coming. He bit back an irritated sigh. He honestly didn't know what it was about Thor that put him so on edge. "We have officially been a couple for a month and a half. But we have been…I don't know what the word is. Intimate is too strong, but…attracted, I suppose, since after Thanksgiving."

Thor's blonde eyebrows lifted. A little part of him took some glee in the fact that it was he then that made this coupling possible. If he had not asked Tony to keep an eye on Loki that holiday weekend, would it have still progressed? "So Tony was the one you were…conversing with over Christmas?"

Loki tipped his tea past his lips and now glared a little over the rim of his cup at Thor. He lowered it, holding it up by his face still, and swallowed. "Did Frigga tell you about that?"

"No," Thor answered on a small chuckle. Loki continued to glare and Thor stifled more laughter. "We share a bathroom at home, Loki. You are…not quiet." He finished his sentence lowering his head and his cheeks bloomed a rosy pink.

Loki set down his cup, not embarrassed one bit. "Neither is Jane, from what I hear." One side of Thor's mouth curved up, the blush darkened. "Did Odin have a fit when you told him about Anthony and I?"

Thor's face fell. "I do not know. I did not tell him." He smiled sadly at the dumbfounded look on Loki's face. "Loki, I know you think me a tattletale, but that is not always the case. And whatever is between you and Tony is for you to inform Odin of, brother."

Loki's cup was at his lips. "I'm not your brother."

"You are my brother, Loki!" Thor slammed his fist to the table. Because his elbows were resting on the table, Loki's cup toppled in his hands and he stared at Thor in surprise. "Blood-related or not, you are my brother. In my heart," he added softly. With nothing to say, nothing he could say, Loki put down his cup again and looked away. Thor's face remained in a dark frown. "Is this why you have been avoiding me? Why you have such contempt for me? Do you believe your having been adopted means anything to me?"

Loki's jaw clenched and his eyes snapped up. He nearly snarled at Thor. "What do you know about the reasons behind my adoption?"

Thor sat back in his seat, something like understanding lighting up his eyes. "The reasons that our parents—"

"Yours."

"Ours." The way Thor's voice boomed across the room made the few people in the restaurant come to a stop and made Loki freeze. Thor waited until they all went about their business before he spoke again. "The reasons they told me or the actual reasons?"

Loki blinked, clearly surprised, and then frowned. "What did they tell you?"

Thor sighed and bit into a piece of bacon. "Father told me nothing. Mother told me she wanted another child but that it was not in the stars that she carry one herself. I was only ten so I did not understand at first." He grinned and looked at Loki, his eyebrows drawn together but not in a frown. "Did she tell you they let me pick the orphanage?"

Loki looked at his toast for a moment, pulling at the crust, then glanced back at Thor. He was suddenly unable to form any coherent words so he simply shook his head.

Thor grinned proudly. "I misread the name. They showed me a binder full of homes for children. I thought it said Bifrost Orphanage. Mother laughed at that and told Father he needed to stop feeding my imagination with old Norse mythology stories. It was actually named Brightfrost Orphanage, but, either way, I liked the picture of it. Big brick building with snow everywhere. I imagined whoever my baby brother was going to be was born on a snowy day like that. Turns out I was right. You were born on a day in February with the highest record of snowfall in a hundred years."

The way Thor looked at him, full of so much pride and love, had Loki's gaze faltering. And something like comfort was making him feel warm and fuzzy inside. He did not care for it—at the moment. Thor smiled softly, sniffled, and took another sip of his coffee.

"I didn't find out the truth until after…" he cleared his throat. "After your altercation with father."

Loki's lip parted. "You really did not know." It was a statement, not a question.

Thor shook his head. He chuckled softly, held out his hands. "Even if I had, Loki, it would not have changed my feelings for you."

Loki stared for a moment. With a shake of his head as well, he looked away and let out a short laugh. It was the first time Thor had heard him laugh in years. Yet he still scowled at the soft sound.

"What is so funny?"

"Nothing." Loki glanced his way, his lips slightly curved. "Only that you are making it very difficult for me to hate you right now."

"Then do not, brother!" Thor said with a wide smile and a short, but loud laugh. He excused himself to get more coffee and Loki watched him go with a reluctant smile. Loki finished one piece of toast, and one piece of Thor's bacon, by the time Thor returned and slid back into his seat. "Your adoption is not all you resent me for, is it?"

Loki lifted his eyes to Thor's very briefly. "Why do you say that?"

Thor mixed a small amount of sugar in his coffee. "If it was, you would have simply come to me and asked. At least, that is what I would like to believe." He tested his coffee, lowered his voice. "We used to be very close, Loki. You would come and talk to me about everything, and I to you. I miss that," he said so softly, Loki could barely hear. "Did something happen in Switzerland after I left?"

Loki leaned back, smiled softly to himself. Not the dolt most took him to be, he thought to himself. He toyed with his empty cup, thinking back to his time at the boarding school. He hadn't realized he was clenching his teeth until it caused him pain in his jaw muscles. "Many things happened," he finally answered.

"Such as…?"

He nonchalantly shrugged a shoulder. "I met a girl."

"Oh?"

Loki frowned, shook his head. "It was brief—less than a year. She was beautiful." His lips curved at the next memory. "She made me the envy of the school when she asked me to dance that first night we met." Then his smile became wistful. "But things happen and…she did not take the end well. She left school and I never heard from her again."

"Did you love her?"

His mouth twisted to the side as he reflected. "I thought so…"

"But…?" Thor prodded. He grinned when Loki sent him an exasperated look.

"Don't be so nosy, Thor."

He laughed, loud and heartily. "You brought it up, brother. What else?"

"I met a boy."

"Several, I imagine. Continue," he said, before sipping his drink, at Loki's annoyed glare. Loki shrugged again, but Thor could see he was hesitant to elaborate.

"It was the same as the others before him. I cared for them all, but I never really loved anyone until…" Loki caught himself, his face flushing bright red, and cut himself off. "Anyway—"

"Loki." Thor set down his mug, held out a hand to Loki. "Until what?" Loki looked up at him, his eyebrows drawn together, his eyes wide and worried. Thor's mouth slowly fell open. "Loki, do you love Tony Stark?"

For some reason he couldn't fathom, Loki could not bring himself to either concretely confirm or deny. He swallowed hard. "Don't tell him. Please?"

Thor's lips came together and he smiled reassuringly. "You have nothing to fear. 'Tis not for me to tell, brother. Did anything else happen?" he asked quickly, to change the subject.

Loki sighed, relieved and irritated all at the same time, with Thor and himself. "I received bloody noses every week, Thor. Is that what you want to hear?"

Thor frowned. "No, of course not. Who…? Why?"

"I do not know. Perhaps I looked at someone the wrong way. Perhaps my straight A's ruined the fun everyone else seemed to be having flunking. Perhaps I stole kisses from the wrong person…or persons. Mostly they would tease me because you were no longer there to fly in and save me like the damsel in distress everyone seemed to think me to be," he added, bitterness lacing his tone.

"I never meant to cause you trouble, brother," Thor said softly, regretfully. His eyes snapped to Loki's when the other let out a sharp breath.

"I realize those were not your intentions, Thor. But it was my reality; it was what I had to live with and endure every day of my life for two years. It was as if those dull creatures were just waiting for the moment you left to pounce on me."

"Loki, stop."

Loki's head cocked to the side at Thor's firm tone of voice. "What?"

"Stop it."

Green narrowed to slits at blue. "Stop what?"

Thor's expression had hardened but he spoke softly. "Stop feeling sorry for yourself. I cannot be the only reason the boys at the school felt the need to attack you so much and so harshly."

Loki had started to breath unevenly. "What are you trying to say, Thor?"

Thor chuckled incredulously, shaking his head. "There was a reason they called you Silvertongue and Liesmith, brother. You were—and still can be, from time to time, as you proved only last night—a prankster. You do bring trouble on yourself sometimes. Can you not see that?"

Huffily, Loki ripped his second piece of toast into pieces. And he was pouting. Just to be a pain, he reached over and snatched another piece of bacon from Thor's plate. Thor only smiled affectionately, pushing the plate of forgotten food away. "I will admit I could have brought some of it on myself. But that is still not the way I should have discovered the reason for my adoption. From some spoiled rich boy just looking for an opportunity to hurt me."

Guilt weighed heavily on Thor and he hung his head. "I am sorry I was not there for you, Loki. I should have been." He jolted when Loki's elbows made a loud bang as he set them on the table and covered his face with his hands.

"Do you not understand, Thor?" He dropped his hands and set his bright green gaze on Thor. "I do not need you to be there. I do not need you to rescue me all the damn time. I am not a child! I am a grown man. I can take care of myself."

"Are you under the impression I do not know this?"

"Actions speak louder than words…brother." Thor's face softened again but Loki ignored it. "You say you know this. But you treat me like a child that needs protecting. I do not." He continued before Thor could speak, "And if I did, could you not trust me enough to come to you?"

"Would you?"

Loki's lips curved into his trademark smirk. "If I was desperate enough."

It took Thor a second to realize Loki's joke. When he finally did, he laughed and smiled, but quickly became serious again. "Loki, I know you are angry with all of us, but I—"

"No," he interrupted, "not all of you." Thor lifted an eyebrow in question. Loki lowered his eyes and pressed his lips together. "Just Odin," he clarified in a soft voice.

Thor nodded once, a grin ghosting around his lips. "No matter. I want you to understand that I do not agree with Odin's methods nor his treatment of you regarding your adoption. And despite everything you have had to suffer because of it…or, well, him…" Thor forced himself to keep his eyes on Loki's when the younger man finally looked at him. "I want you to know I am…grateful and very happy that you were the one chosen to be brought into our family."

Loki stared for only a moment before he had to look away, blinking back the tears stinging his eyes. He pressed a fist to his lips, willing the heat that burned his face to cease. "Thank you, Thor." His voice was a low rasp.

"If I swear to be less overprotective, would you let me into your life again?"

Loki cleared his throat, cleared the emotion clogging it away. He was surprised by the question and laughed softly. "Thor, you live across the hall from me. You share a dorm with my boyfriend. You are in my life whether I want you to be or not."

"Loki…" he pleaded with his ocean blue eyes.

More comfortable with being sarcastic and quippy, Loki rolled his eyes. "Yes. Just…let me come to you from now on."

"I look forward to it."

They smiled at each other, brothers at peace once more.

Loki went back to his toast and Thor decided to shovel the rest of his breakfast into his mouth, not wanting it to go to waste. Loki was so disgusted by the sight, he pushed his toast aside, barely able to chew the piece still in his mouth.

"Are you going to tell him?"

"Who? Odin? I'll have to eventually."

Thor gave Loki an imperceptible look, sipped at his coffee. "No. Tony." Thor sat back abruptly when Loki choked on his toast and went ashen. "Are you all right?"

Loki reached for Thor's coffee and took a long gulp, coughing more at the bitter taste. "Ugh. No! I mean, yes! I'm fine. No, I am not going to tell Anthony."

"Why not? He cares for you, you know."

Loki ignored the flutter in his belly, the weird skip his heartbeat did at that simple statement. "Cares, perhaps. Loves?" He shook his head in response. "We've only been in each other's lives a few months and only romantically involved for barely two. I do not wish to rush that aspect of it, or worse, end this before its had a chance to begin."

"I told Jane after three weeks," Thor offered.

Loki smirked. "You are impulsive, brother. You always have been."

"And you are emotional. Always have been." Thor said this with a wide, goofy smile and looked so ridiculous Loki found he couldn't get upset at him.

"Perhaps. I still wish to wait…" Until he says it, he finished in his head. He lifted his wrist, checked the time. "Damn. Thor, I am sorry, but I must go."

"Already?"

Loki chuckled at the slight whine in Thor's voice. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and slid out of the booth. "Yes. I need to catch a friend before they leave for class."

"Ah." Thor smiled knowingly. "Going to find Tony then?"

Loki made a face. "No. Get your mind out of the gutter, Thor. I need to speak with Natasha."

"Oh. Loki, was there nothing between you and the Lady Romanov?" Thor got to his feet, and placing a hand on Loki's arm, moved them both aside when a waiter came to clear the table.

"Nothing romantic. She is one of my closest friends. And she's been seeing Clint. Why?" He frowned now as he slipped on his black pea coat.

Thor shrugged into his jean jacket."I just thought…"

Loki's eyebrow rose high and he stopped to face Thor full on. "What, that maybe I wasn't in love with another man?"

"No! Loki. I do not care who you love. I mean I care…I just don't…I misread your actions with her; that is all." Loki seemed to accept this and started toward the door with Thor following. "Loki, do you think we could perhaps have dinner sometime? Maybe with Jane and Tony?"

Loki grinned, nodded. "I suppose we could. After Tony speaks to Pepper."

"Of course. Will I…see you later?"

Loki chuckled as they stepped out into the brisk winter air. He pulled his green and gold scarf from one of the pockets of his coat and wrapped it around his neck. "Yes, Thor. I will see you later."

"Good."

Almost made it, he thought with an annoyed groan when Thor engulfed him in his massive arms in a breathtaking bear hug that lingered much longer than it needed to.

Loki had to run across the campus, but he was able to catch up with Natasha on the way to her Political Science class. "Hello, stranger," he said by her ear from behind her.

Natasha only rolled her eyes as Loki caught her stride beside her. "You suck at sneaking up on people. I could hear your boots clomping toward me a mile away."

"Then I suppose I should abandon my dream of becoming a master spy, shouldn't I?"

"Definitely."

"I was not trying to sneak up on you, Natasha. In case the 'stranger' part failed to catch your ear, I have not seen you around my dorm in a few days." His lips quirked up when her dark green eyes slid toward him. "Everything all right with Clint?"

He had to bite back a laugh, and a cry of pain, when Natasha threw out her arm and suddenly pushed him up against the nearest tree.

"Why, Miss Romanov, you play so rough."

"Loki," she said in a low warning tone. "Stay out of it."

"I cannot."

Natasha loosened her hold but didn't step back. "Why not?"

"Because he is as much my friend as are you. And he is in pain."

Natasha scoffed and dropped her arm. "Nobody told him to suddenly develop feelings," she muttered before whirling away, her burgundy curls bouncing with the move, and continuing on her way. Loki had to run to catch up. "Loki, I don't want to talk about this right now. I have a quiz on the Bill of Rights in ten minutes. I don't need my head full of you and him right now."

"Hmm. What would that be like?" He smiled sweetly at her when she glared up at him. He wrapped his fingers around the bend of her arm and pulled her to a halt. "Natasha—"

"Loki, I don't want to hear your lecture right now!"

"I am not going to lecture you," he said softly, calmly, in contrast to her shouting. He dropped his hand from her arm, held up both hands in surrender. "I just want your side of the story."

Her Cupid's bow mouth pressed into a tight pout. "I. Have. A. Class," she said through clenched teeth, barely parting her lips

"In. Ten. Minutes," he repeated, exaggerating his lip movements.

She continued to glare and quickly gave in. "Fine." She started to walk again, slowly this time. "We were hanging out, like we always do, just watching TV or doing homework. And we…" she spared Loki a glance, her cheeks flushed pink. "We started…you know..."

"Skip it, Natasha."

"After, we were just…I started getting dressed and he asked me to stay over. He never asked me that before." Natasha came to a stop and stared at Loki. "He wanted to cuddle, Loki. Cuddle. I mean…what the actual fuck is that?"

Loki accidentally let a laugh slip through his lips. "I'm sorry," he repeated several times, pulling on her arm as she tried to storm away. "Natasha, you have been sleeping with Clint for months now."

She made an offended noise. "Only since just before Christmas. That's barely two and a half months."

"Natasha. You made him wait for two months before you slept with him. He has gotten to know you. And he likes what he has discovered." He lifted a hand to her face, caressed her cheek. "What is actually bothering you?"

Natasha's eyes searched Loki's—for what she didn't know. She rolled her eyes and groaned dramatically, spinning away from Loki. "I thought I was supposed to be giving you relationship advice."

Loki smirked. "Seeing as I'm the only one in a relationship at the moment…"

"Rude," she tossed over her shoulder.

"Natasha…"

She whirled around again, so quickly Loki had to jump back. "I'm scared, okay?"

His brows came together. "Of what?"

She helplessly shrugged her shoulders, flapped her hands against her thighs. "He's got a reputation."

Loki snorted, rolled his eyes. "Don't we all?"

Her eyebrow, the same shade red as her hair, rose high above her green eye. "Not all of us."

"So trust issues. Go on."

She didn't like that and glowered at him so he knew. "He's gonna change my plans, Loki."

"And?"

"And…I don't want my plans to change. I've got a schedule to stick to. Finish here in the next three years. Get into Harvard Law, finish that in three years. Pass the bar in New York, get a job at the biggest firm I can, make partner in two years, and set myself up for life. There are no plans for Clint Barton to stick his damn fucking adorable nose in there and fall in love with me!"

"Natasha, please." Loki stepped close and took her by the arms. "Calm down. You're attracting attention." Natasha looked around, giving the evil eye to anyone dared look her in the face. "Look at me." After a moment of more glaring, she did. "Just tell me one thing. What was the first thing you felt when he said he loved you?"

"Scared," she said softly.

Loki's eyes rolled up. "Aside from that, Natasha."

She lowered her eyes, shrugged. "I don't know the word for it."

Loki dropped his hands, but hooked a finger under her chin to lift it up again. "Describe it to me."

"I don't have the gift of words that you do, Loki." His head angled to the side and her face scrunched up. "Ugh, all right, fine. If it'll get you to leave me alone, I'll do it. Uh, I don't know…my stomach felt all, like, fluttery. My body kind of froze, at first, but I didn't feel cold. And my…my chest felt all big, like it was swelling." She scowled and looked at him again. "What is that?"

Loki's lips curved and he cupped his hands around both of her cheeks. "That, my dear, is what it is like to be happy and in love."

She smacked his hands away. "I'm not in love!"

Loki could only chuckle. "Oh, but you are, Natasha. That is why you have avoided him these last few days. If you did not return the feelings you would have told him so straight off, walked away, and not given it a second thought."

Natasha went still and her mouth hung open. She remained like that for a full minute. "Jesus fucking Cripes. When in the fiery pits of hell did this happen?"

"Probably the moment you decided to talk to him at the Halloween party." He smiled when she glared at him again. "You told me moments before that you wanted nothing to do with him."

She grimaced. "Shut up, Loki. Go away. Go find Tony and kill a few hours," she muttered as she started to head toward her class again. Loki walked beside her, chuckling, and pulled out his cell phone.

"That is not a bad idea. Sadly, he is in class at the moment. But a suggestive text can go a long way," he said with a wave of his cell phone in her face.

She pushed his arm away. "You guys are so gross. How is it going, by the way?" she asked after a beat of silence.

"Very well, I think." He smiled softly. "He…he forced me to mend things with Thor." He laughed when her head twisted around to him so quickly he thought it would cause whiplash.

"Forced? No one forces you to do anything, Loki."

He shrugged and reached out to open the door to the building her class was being held in. "I cannot be sure, but I don't think the manner in which it occurred matters, Natasha."

They started up the steps to the next floor. "So, what? You guys are talking now?"

"We are." He didn't elaborate further because when they turned the corner Clint was waiting by the door to Natasha's classroom. She came to a stop and turned to Loki with a less than appreciative expression on her face. As always, he only smiled. "I texted him before I texted Anthony. His class was cancelled so he's waiting for me at the dorm. So…" He held out his hand toward Clint.

Natasha looked back at Clint and he smiled anxiously at her. "Thanks, Loki." She didn't hear his response. She had walked straight to Clint, jumped into his arms, and kissed him hard on the mouth.

Are you in class?

Nope. Banner's at a conf sumwhere up north. No class 2day.

Come keep me company?

(Five minutes later)

Sorry. I was helping out a friend.

Come home

Is something wrong?

No. Jst didnt get to finish what we started last night.

And ur side of my bed is cold.

On my way :) may take me about 15 min

where r u?

Halfway across campus.

y?

Tell you later.

hurry

Why, Anthony? Are you lonely?

no horny

What else is new?

4get u then. I'll jst hlp myself out.

Go ahead. Tell me about it while you do it.

PERV

Look who's talking...

true ;)

(a minute goes by)

Well...?

well...my big fat cock is waiting for ur skinny ass to cum hm

Hmm. Yum.

(another minute passes)

hey u knw those txts u sent me lst nite?

Yes…

can we do them?

Which did you have in mind?

all of them

Of course you would want to do all of them.

(Half a minute goes by)

hey babe?

Yes?

cld we try something when u get here?

Such as?

um...cld we...switch?

Switch what, dear?

um...

positions

(. . .)

Loki?

Are you sure, Anthony?

yes

We can.

(. . . . . . . . .)

u here yet?

Almost. Are you in a hurry?

no. I miss you.

I want you.

Bad.

I'm running.

Shit. Thor just walked in.

can't do anything now.

Go to my room. Clint will be gone for awhile.

k

how was breakfast anyway?

Later, Anthony.

(a minute later)

I am here

im waitin

in ur bed

NAKED.

Mmm. Just the way I like you.

see you soon, babe