Chapter Two
Eve yawned. Hmm, I wonder what time it is, She thought absentmindedly. The memory of yesterday night came flooding back to her and she realized that Train was still here, against her, and that she had no clothes on. Eve blinked. She had no clothes on! Looking down at herself, she made sure. Instead, what she found was, well, lady undergarments. Eve let out a breath of air. That had been too close for her taste. She had to be more careful what she wore to bed these days…
"Are you awake, Princess?" whispered Train. Eve nodded against him and looked up at his face. His yellow cat eyes were unblinking as he stared down at her with an expression Eve could only describe as complete tenderness. She broke away from Train's embrace and lay face-up on her bed, her golden locks splayed about her. She could feel Train's eyes move across her perfectly proportionate body and covered herself up with her blankets. She felt a tad exposed when she wore nothing but her lacy bra and panties but, in a way, also flattered that Train admired her figure.
Train moved closer to her and reached a hand under the covers for her shoulder. Caressing it with his thumb, he pulled her close so that their bodies were touching slightly. Eve blushed and looked down, but Train caught her chin and moved it ever so slowly up towards his handsome face. Eve closed her eyes and breathed in his heady scent. Train smelled of his usual cologne, but to Eve it was the best smell in the world. It smelled like a pine forest in a crisp mid-winter in the country. Eve's fingers found their own way towards Train's hair, and pulled him to her so that their lips were closer than ever. Eve peeked out from beneath her lids and found that Train's eyes were closed as well, and his expression was of pure ecstasy, but it seemed that he was holding back as well. At that moment, he pulled her towards him a bit harder so that their bodies entwined as one and he softly placed his lips on Eve's.
A few months later
We were at the breakfast table.
"Sven, can you pass the milk, please?" Train asked, with his mouth full of hot toast. Sven rolled his eyes and punched him playfully on the shoulder.
"This is your third bottle! Lighten up a bit, buddy – it might backfire on you someday." Train frowned at this and shook his head fiercely.
"I'm a cat, remember? I like milk, smart one." Train mumbled, but he didn't protest at Sven's decision. After all, Sven was the supposed "adult" here. He eyed me and my nearly empty plate.
"Some more toast, Princess? Or maybe some cereal – let's see if we have any Rice Krispies left…" Sven rummaged through the cupboard for a seemingly endless amount of time, mumbling. Finally, he appeared to have found the cereal he was looking for. His face was out of the cupboard, and he let out a satisfied sigh.
"Ah, there it is! Here you go, and I'll go get you a spoon…" Sven shoved the box of cereal at me, and gestured for the milk to be poured into the bowl. I did so, put some cereal in and reached out for the spoon he handed me. Nodding my thanks, I dug in. Sven chuckled at my eagerness, and then we heard a very loud yawn attract our attention.
Rinslet was leaning against the doorway to the kitchen, her violet locks messily outlining her face. She wore her favorite robe loosely against herself. Realizing we were staring, she looked at us with heavy-lidded eyes. I was the first one who spoke.
"Good morning, Rinslet! Would you like some breakfast?" Rinslet eyed me and nodded. Strutting over with confidence, she pulled out a chair and waited to be served. Sven gave her a kiss on the cheek and Rinslet brightened a little. Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, she straightened herself up.
"Hey Rins, how'd you sleep?" Train inquired. In answer, Rins (the nickname Train had officially given Rinslet) shrugged, licked her lips and turned away. Train blinked, bewildered by her response. Sven and I met eyes and smiled. Train was very amusing when he was confused. Unaware of us watching his every move, Train cocked his head, frowned and went back to lapping at his milk. I finally let out a giggle – multiple, actually. My attempt at holding myself together was definitely not working.
"What's so funny, Princess?" Train questioned. I shook my head, and hid my face behind my hair. I couldn't even try and hold back when I was looking him in the eye. Sven laughed loudly.
"Train, she shrugged, and you didn't get the message. It just means, Alright, I guess. Where's my breakfast? It's not rocket science to figure that one out, pal. Man, you're one clueless cat."