Dylan's eyelids fluttered open, a noise somewhere off in the distance waking her. She couldn't have been asleep more than ten minutes when she was suddenly awoken from her blissful sleep. Glancing over at the clock, she groaned. Yep. Not even ten minutes. She could even hear the shower running not too far away, Kenshi getting ready for work. Her eyes itching with the desire to return to sleep, she ignored the noise and turned over in bed, prepared to fall back asleep when she heard it again. A creaking noise, like you would hear in an old house when you pressed too hard against the hardwood floor. She sat up, holding the sheets against her bare breasts, listening intently while trying to rub the sleep from her eyes.
The noise gradually dissipated and she groaned. The apartment being a little older than her previous apartment, she was still getting used to some of the everyday noises that came from it. Kenshi hardly ever seemed to notice them anymore in fact. She remembered that the shower head in their bathroom would sometimes make this awkward groaning noise when someone was taking a shower, and she clicked her tongue against her head. Slightly annoyed at the bothersome noise. While she hadn't minded in the least parting from her old apartment, it had been newer in design than his, and was less creaky in the early morning hours. A plus right in that moment for her. But she sighed with resignation and stretched again.
Realizing she probably wouldn't get much sleep now, she swung her legs over the side of the bed. With Kenshi still in the shower, she could at least go ahead and start making breakfast for him before he left. She stretched her arms above her head, feeling her bare breasts jiggle at the movement. Her face immediately blushed, remembering her activities with Kenshi earlier. A soft giggle left her and stood up next to the bed, stretching her sore body again. Her body felt somewhat sore, and she giggled softly again, thinking just how worth the morning soreness was after a night like that with Kenshi.
Spotting one of Kenshi's large t-shirts lying nearby, she scooped the garment up and tugged it over her head. The garment was baggy on her small frame, something she loved about stealing her boyfriend's clothing first thing in the morning. She often stole a shirt of his when she went to sleep, so finding a shirt of his missing wouldn't exactly bother Kenshi all that much. He actually seemed to rather enjoy it if she recalled, thinking back to another morning when he'd caught her fixing him breakfast wearing one of his baggy t-shirts. He'd been late to work that morning, and she blushed again at the memory. Too lazy to retrieve her own underwear, she then snatched a pair of Kenshi's boxers from the laundry basket in their bedroom and pulled it on. She'd just toss them back in the hamper when she went to take her own shower when Kenshi left.
Birds chirped just outside, indicating the fast approach of the morning sun. But it was still dark outside, and not wanting to disturb Kenshi's shower, she felt her way down the hallway until she reached a light switch, flicking it on. She made her way towards the kitchen, deeply inhaling Kenshi's smell from his large t-shirt. She loved the way he smelled. It was comforting and gentle but masculine all at the same time, just like he was.
Hearing the coffee pot brewing, she knew he had already at least started up a pot, and mentally made a note to thank him when he came out. Her body suddenly screaming in need of the golden morning liquid, she practically floated towards the coffee pot. The sinful aroma inebriated her senses as she entered the kitchen. She licked her lips, reaching up into one of the cabinets to retrieve a cup. Her finger hooked around a second cup for Kenshi and she placed it on the counter for him.
She was practically drooling by the time the pot made it's little ready noise, and she eagerly snatched up the pot to pour herself her cup. She smiled as she heard the shower turn off in the other room. He'd be coming into the kitchen soon so if she wanted to make him breakfast, she needed to hurry. She wondered what she could make him that would be quick and simple, but would completely satisfy the tall fireman. Perhaps bacon and eggs? Yeah, that sounded good. Kenshi loved bacon in particular, downing several pieces at a time when she did make it. She quickly glanced up at the clock in the kitchen, yeah, she had time. He didn't have to be into work for another hour, so she should have plenty of time to make him a good morning meal.
She grabbed both of their cups of coffee and turned to take them to the kitchen table when she saw it. Him, to be more specific. Hiding in the dark shadows of their living room, but looking straight at her, was a man. Dressed all in black, his whole face covered except for his eyes, he just stared at her. Two orbs of deadly hazel. Watching her as if he were hoping that she hadn't seen him. But she had. And when she did, both cups went crashing down to the floor, and she screamed.
Upon her scream, the person immediately rushed forward towards her. His hand outstretched towards her menacingly. It looked like he was about to try to clap his hand over her mouth, but she dodged him, bending just out of his grasp and ducking underneath his arm. Jumping over the broken cup pieces and towards the living room, she backed away from him. Kenshi, hearing her scream, came running out of the bathroom like a bolt of lightning. His pants the only thing he had on. Seeing the person spinning around to come at Dylan again, he bolted towards the man, immediately throwing a punch into his face. The man's head whipped to the side from the force of the punch, but he rebounded with surprising strength. He blocked a few more of Kenshi's punches, attempting to throw in a few of his own.
Kenshi looked over at her briefly. "Get in the kitchen!"
Dylan complied and ran past the two back into the kitchen, where both her and Kenshi knew knives were readily available. She slammed open a cabinet and grabbed a large carving knife from inside, holding it up like a bat in front of her. But the fight in front of her didn't last much longer. The other man ducked another punch from Kenshi, and quickly spun around, throwing the front door open and sprinting outside.
Kenshi followed chase behind him, both of them running out into the hallway. Dylan remained completely still, the hot coffee soaking the floor and both of their cups shattered into pieces. But she made no movement to clean it up. Holding the knife out in front of her, she just listened intently. Listening to the sounds of heavy footsteps followed by Kenshi shouting for the other person to stop. But they apparently didn't, because she heard as the pounding footsteps slowly faded away. The knife wavered in front of her, a set of footsteps running back up the stairs towards their apartment.
Afraid that it wouldn't be Kenshi, she sat behind the counter, hiding her body with her knife at the ready. The footsteps quickly came up to the front door and threw it open, and she held her breath for a moment. But seeing Kenshi's head peering around the corner into the kitchen with a distressed look on his face, she sprang up from the floor and tossed the knife down. She ran over to him, throwing her arms around his neck. He hugged her to him fiercely, lifting her up so that her feet came up off the ground, and he moved them away from the broken cups.
He pulled away to look into her face, running a hand over her cheek. "Are you hurt? Did he hurt you?"
Dylan shook her head, burying her face in his chest. "No, I'm okay."
He continued to check her diligently. "Are you sure?"
She nodded into his bare chest, the heat from his shower still attached to his skin. "Yeah, I'm fine. Really."
"I'll call Riki here in a minute. Tell him what happened..."
Dylan nodded again, looking up shakily into his eyes. "Are you okay too? He didn't hurt you either?"
He shook his head and looked down briefly at the broken cups littering the floor. "No, I'm fine baby."
"They're coming for us, aren't they?"
His grip around her tightened. "Maybe... I don't know. But we're gonna find out."