A/N: I'm probably driving my beta insane because I'm always posting before she gets a chance to take a look, but unfortunately that's how it is right now. Sorry, MTAM! ;)

This chapter is on the short side again, but I hope you'll enjoy it anyway.

Day 7

Suddenly Rick was wide awake. Man, what a dream! He couldn't remember when he'd last had a dream this realistic. His entire body was vibrating with the aftermath of it.

Slowly he sat up on the bed, turning to find that Kate's side was empty. When he reached out and touched the sheets, they were still warm. She couldn't have been gone for long.

He looked down his body and pressed out a curse between his clenched teeth, thanking god that Kate wasn't in the room anymore. And not because of the cursing, he added as an afterthought.

A look at the bedside table told him that it was only half past seven, but there was no point in trying to go back to sleep now. Gingerly he got up from the bed, trying not to make a bigger mess than he already had.

He had just reached the bathroom door when it suddenly opened and Kate burst past him.

"Morning" she mumbled without looking back. Then she was gone.

"Huh," Rick huffed and shrugged his shoulders. At least now he didn't have to explain certain things to her.

When he emerged from the shower ten minutes later, he heard Kate cursing in the bedroom. He wrapped a towel around his lower body and opened the door.

She was dressed, holding her hand to her lips and frowning deeply. Apparently she was in a pretty bad mood, because her feet were kicking at the wooden closet as if it was responsible for her misery.

"What happened?" Rick asked and she flinched; she hadn't heard him come in.

"I cauhhh mah fkin in mah vippah" she said around the finger in her mouth and pointed to the zipper of her pants with her free hand. She was avoiding his eyes and he couldn't suppress the slight lift of one corner of his mouth.

"You did what?" he asked, trying to mask his amusement, but she just shot him a look.

"Nuh fuhmmy" she mumbled and turned to make the bed. On the inside, she was trying very hard not to think about the fact that he was standing there only in a towel or about her sexual frustration. On the outside, she tried to make it look as if her crankiness was only due to her injured finger.

At least he hadn't called her out on it, she kept telling herself. And at least he didn't seem to remember what she had done, she thought as she shook out her pillow.

"Um, why don't you go get something for your finger and let me do the bed?" he coughed out when he saw that she was moving towards his side of the bed. Rick had no idea what she would say or do when she spotted his mess on the light blue fabric, but he didn't care to find out. He stopped her hand midway to the sheets and she blushed. Shit, had she already seen…?

"Oh…okay…" Kate stuttered, pulled her hand from his gentle hold and slipped around his damp body and out into the hallway.

Now that was awkward, he thought and took to stripping the sheets from the bed. He had just changed them three days ago, but he hoped she wouldn't notice.

Sitting across from her at the breakfast table, he couldn't help but stare at her. In his mind he was replaying the dream; how he had pictured her above him, whispering his name, how her hand had closed around his cock…

Whoa, down boy, he told himself and tried to focus on his plate. But he couldn't get rid of the marvelous sensation of her hands on him and inside his pants he felt himself harden again.

Kate bit into her waffle and closed her eyes in appreciation. Oh, these were delicious! She took another bite and licked the syrup from her upper lip. God, she'd kill for a breakfast like this every morning, but they rarely had the time to indulge like that.

Rick was getting more and more uncomfortable. Although this night's luscious dream had provided him actual release – which had turned into a rare occasion since he'd gotten laid more regularly – he was always hungry for more. Just looking at her made him want to do things to her that he'd never say out loud.

Well, actually he would say them out loud, if the moment called for it.

There wasn't much that Kate wouldn't do and even less that he wouldn't say. Ever since Kate had moved in, his body had gotten used to copious amounts of hot, wonderful sex. Talking himself out of it appeared to be harder than he had anticipated.

Kate was having similar problems. She took another bite of her glorious breakfast and moaned softly.

She was so charged up from this morning's unexpected encounter that she thought she might come just from eating a waffle.

When Rick made a choking sound, she opened her eyes and looked at him. His blue orbs had darkened with lust and the once-over he was giving her made her skin tingle. Kate bit her lip and he grunted. It sounded almost primal.

"You come inside your pants, or what?" she asked smugly and raised her delicate eyebrows, deciding that attack was indeed the best form of defense. Rick opened his mouth, closed it. Opened it again, closed it.

"Glad we got that cleared up" she concluded and continued to devour her waffle.