Gajeel opened the door to the sound of Levy reading out loud, "And arrows are no use against dragons. And they're not at all afraid of fire." He found her laying on her left side on the couch, rubbing her belly with one hand and holding a book in the other. Gajeel's cat Lily lay curled in a ball on the back of the couch. He lifted his head to lazily regard Gajeel but returned back to sleep without so much as a meow of hello.

"Whatcha doing there shrimp," Gajeel grinned, she really wasn't much of a shrimp anymore.

Levy looked up at him with a smile, "Reading to the babies."

Gajeel cocked his head, "For real?" His little lady was so strange sometimes.

Levy gave him an adorable huff of frustration, "Yes for real! We're reading the Chronicles of Narnia now, we're on book three. It's never too early to share the joy reading you know!"

"That's a pretty big book there, you trying to get a workout in too?" Gajeel asked.

"Sure Gajeel, look how buff I am," she grinned and flexed a tiny bicep.

"Nice work Shorty," Gajeel chuckled and held up two bags, "I've got Chinese and I've got Italian. Which did you want now and which am I putting in the fridge for you to chow down on tomorrow."

Levy looked at the bags, then looked at him with big puppy dog eyes, "Is there any way you could get me a little bit of both. If it isn't too much trouble . . ."

"Those don't much go well together but sure, whatever my little mama wants," Gajeel gave her a quick kiss then headed into the kitchen. "I guess I should be happy you aren't trying to mix pickles in peanut butter ice cream or some nastiness like that."

"We still have ice cream though, right?" Levy called from her spot in the living room.

"Course," Gajeel chuckled as he started to pull out a plate. Then he thought of the Lo Mein mixing in with the spaghetti and meatballs. With a grimace he traded the plate for two bowls. He pulled a beer out of the fridge for himself, which he tucked in one of his armpits, grabbed the carton of General Tso's for himself, and, with Levy's bowls, balanced his way back to the living room like a circus act.

"Wow Gajeel, you could be a waiter for the stars with those incredible skills," Levy laughed, pulling herself to a seated position on the couch. She took one of the bowls and set it on the end table next to her, the other she set on her belly.

"You could be a table with those skills," Gajeel said with a grin, taking his seat by her feet.

"That would probably be more exciting than what I have been doing," Levy frowned. "The only excitement I'm getting right now is the walk to the bathroom."

Gajeel took a sip of his beer, "Don't lie to yourself Shorty, if you had this much time off you would be sitting around reading anyway."

"I would not! I would go to the library," she noticed Gajeel's grin and pouted, "and have the occasional walk in the park, and I would go see Lucy some. I might have even gone to a movie or two!"

"Well I can get ya a movie or two, if that's what you want Shrimp," Gajeel said.

Levy sighed and started twirling her spaghetti, "I know, I'm just so ready to be done."

Gajeel held up a finger, "No way Shorty, ya gotta make it at least two more weeks remember? Finish strong."

"I know!" Levy groaned. "But everything hurts! And I have to pee every ten minutes! For some reason I really miss being able to sleep on my back and I don't even remember liking sleeping like that. I can't even see my toes anymore! It doesn't help that I want to eat everything and it all either causes gas or heartburn. Gajeel, I'm a mess."

"Well an adorable mess," he said giving her a supportive rub on the thigh. "Just two more weeks Shorty, you can do it. I brought you the orders from the store to pack, although I don't see why you can't just have Lakia do it . . ."

"No! I know it's just busy work, but I need the busy work!" she exclaimed.

"Alright, alright Shorty, no need to bite my head off. I'll bring in your books and boxes, just let me eat first," as if to emphasize he took a huge bite of chicken.

Levy lay her head on the back of the couch and looked at him with a fond smile. She reached a hand in his direction, "Thank you Gajeel."

Gajeel grabbed her hand and ran a thumb across her knuckles. "Anything for you Shorty," he winked and kissed her knuckles. "When we're done, you wanna read me some of that story too? It sounded kinda interesting."

She perked up, obviously pleased, "Yea Gajeel! I could even start from the beginning!"

He smiled, hoping she would still be that happy if he fell asleep halfway through, "Gihihi, sounds like a plan little mama."

Laxus had already been by the bar, but Cana told him Mira left to go home for the evening. Now he was outside her apartment and he found himself hesitant to knock. He didn't really want to deal with an irate Mira, that was a frightening woman to be around. Still, Freed had made it clear he needed to apologize to her tonight. He even reiterated it when Laxus had called him on the car ride over, asking if maybe giving her a night to cool off would be a better course of action.

Laxus raised a hand and softly knocked on the door, he didn't want to wake her if she had gone to sleep after all. Maybe she wasn't even home. He had a key but he wasn't going to come bursting in when she didn't want to see him. He stood in silence, thinking how amazing a building with this many tenants could be so quiet. He wondered what they used for insulation.

This was stupid, maybe he should just leave. Maybe tonight for the first time ever, Mira had gone to bed early. Laxus sighed, there was no way she was asleep, he had to knock harder.

He just worked up the courage to knock again, when the door swung open. Her face tied his stomach in knots. Her cheeks were red and her eyes swollen, Mira had obviously been crying. He stepped in quietly and she shut the door behind him. Laxus touched her face and ran a thumb across her cheek, "Well hell Mira, I don't have to go, I didn't want to make you cry."

Mira threw herself at him, hugging him tightly around the waist, "I'm so sorry!"

"Now why the hell are you apologizing?" Laxus chuckled, folding her into his arms.

She lifted her head up to look at him, "I didn't mean to yell, I was just so upset."

"Well I should have told ya. I don't know why I didn't," Laxus frowned. "I'll try to do better next time, I'm sorry I told you about it last minute. Really Mira, if you don't want me to go, I won't go."

Mira frowned, "Of course I want you to go dummy. Are you kidding me? Freed would be so mad!" She giggled and rubbed her eyes, "I'm just so happy you came back, and didn't leave without giving me a chance to say I'm sorry."

"Mira, that's ridiculous, I deserved to get yelled at."

Mira grinned really wide, "Yea, you kinda did." Then she bit her lip, lifting her arms to clasp her hands behind his neck, "You don't have to leave quite yet, do ya?"

He looked down at her through heavy lidded eyes, "No, I've got all night for you."

"Well I have some ideas about how to punish you that will make both of us feel better," she started playing with the hair on the back of his neck.

Laxus grinned real big and lifted her up so her face met his, loving the way she immediately wrapped her legs around him. "Is that so?" he rumbled. She grabbed the sides of his face and kissed him as he headed in the direction of her room, knowing full well what kind of punishment Mira had in mind.

Juvia didn't know whether to feel excited or worried. The whole ride home Gray kept sending her heated glances that took her breath away. In the past that had meant he would walk her to her door, give her a tight-lipped kiss and run back to his truck, but tonight it felt different.

She hadn't expected the dancing to be so . . .sensual. Originally, she thought at best she would convince him to go out for a song or two, they would laugh and spin, and step on each others toes, and that would be that. While the dancing had started light and with smiles, it turned so passionate. The way he stared in her eyes while he ran his hands down her hips and up her back had sent chills straight to her spine, it was hard to stay upright at times.

In the end, he had been the one to stop it, pulling her to the table, paying the bill quickly, and then pulling her out to the car. She could have danced the whole night with him, that time in his arms had been paradise. Now the question was, had they broken through that wall? Would he stay with her? Or would he continue to fight the growing desire between them?

When he pulled up in front of her house she was almost afraid to ask, but she had to try, "Do you want to come in Gray-sama?" He swallowed deeply, then slowly turned to look at her. He bit his lower lip and searched her face, looking for some answer she wasn't sure she had. She reached out and grabbed his hand, "Gray-sama?"

He looked down at her hand then back up to her eyes, "Yes Juvia, I want to come in."

She tried to smile normally when she said, "Wonderful Gray-sama!" She opened her door and continued to ramble, "Juvia got the coffee you like. I just noticed yesterday that we were almost out and I thought Gray-sama would be so displeased to wake up and not have it." Juvia put her key in her door, "Juvia also made sure to have plenty of good things for breakfast, Juvia means that is . . .if you decide to stay, of course . . ."

Juvia felt Gray wrap his arms around her, pulling himself up against her back. "That sounds great Juvia," his voice rumbled in her ear, sending chills down to her toes.

She giggled nervously, "Do you think so? Juvia wasn't sure if she should get bacon and eggs, or oatmeal, or sausage. There are so many things at the grocery store, it's so hard to choose."

She opened the door and heard Gray chuckle, "Juvia."

Juvia turned to look at him, "Yes, Gray-sama?"

He smirked down at her, "You're rambling."

Juvia flushed in embarrassment, "Oh! I'm so sorry Gray-sama, Juvia didn't mean to ramble. It's just when Gray-sama tells me anything would be fine, it doesn't really help me pick. Sometimes Juvia . . ."

Gray just laughed again, shaking his head, then he shut her up by placing lips passionately down on hers. Juvia could no longer think about breakfast foods or coffee. Gray used his body to gently nudge her into the house, his kisses growing deeper, his hands pulling down her back. She managed to drop her purse and step out of her shoes in the foyer while he kicked shut the door behind him. She flitted her tongue into his mouth and he groaned, pulling her so tight against him that she could feel just how aroused he was through his pants. She wanted him so bad, she prayed he wouldn't stop, hoped he wouldn't flee.

He pulled out of their kiss and looked down at her, again searching her eyes. He whispered out, "Juvia, I want . . .I mean . . .would you? . . ." he sighed, closing his eyes in frustration.

She gave him his answer by kissing him desperately. Then she gave him an impish smile, "You know Gray-sama, Juvia has a bath that fits two upstairs. . ."

Sting could not believe Yukino was here, curled up on his couch, watching Game of Thrones. The last few weeks had been awesome, but he hadn't been able to work up the courage to kiss her. Also, he felt like he had to come up with something fun to do every time they went out, he wasn't confident that she would want to just do something as simple as this. Rogue was more than a little bit annoyed with him, and had abandoned him to play video games with Orga for the night, stating if he wanted to see her he had to work up the courage to do it on his own.

Tonight he knew he had to finish cleaning up the graphics for the website so that Rogue could make sure everything was right on the design tomorrow. There was no way he would've have the time to take her to something interesting or fun. He couldn't put the work off, they were meeting the client on Monday and everything had to be perfect. Sting had typed a dozen messages to her explaining this fact, but they all seemed stupid. Finally he gave up, convincing himself that she hadn't messaged him at all, so maybe she wasn't interested in spending time with him anyway. Instead he focused really hard on getting his work completed so that if she did message him, he could be ready.

The message was more than he could have hoped for, he still grinned thinking about it. She wanted to see him. Not hang out with the guys, not go out to see some kind of show, just spend time with him. Inviting her to his place had been impulse. Luckily, he was almost finished by the time she arrived with take out bags in hand, because there was no way he could get anything properly done with her here.

Now Sting sat with his arm around the couch, Yukino leaning into his shoulder. He was trying to think of something else to say, he really wanted to kiss her but the question was how to move in. She had to be interested right? She came to hang out at his apartment knowing full well that he might have to ignore her for part of the time. Sting took a deep breath thinking he could be really smooth about this, just lift her chin, tell her how beautiful she is, and put his lips on hers. One more deep breath for good measure, and he looked down, to see Yukino fast asleep. He couldn't help but laugh, finally work up the courage, and the girl was passed out. He pulled his laptop off the table next to him, thinking he would go over the few changes he had made when she got there and then send everything on over to Rogue. He had time, he didn't want to move any time soon.

Natsu froze when he heard the door to the garage open behind him. He had just gotten started and Lucy was going to catch him now! "Hey Luce! Already home? Did you have a good time?" he asked a little too loudly, turning in his seat with a plastered on smile.

His smile turned to a real one when Lucy slightly stumbled and giggled, "It was ameowzing!"

Natsu chuckled, "Cana did ya one in again, didn't she?"

Lucy scrunched up her nose, "Maybe a little, she didn't want me to leave, but I was done."

He stood and headed in her direction. Drunk Lucy around all his power tools was not a very good idea. "You could have called me ya know. Erza didn't have to leave so early."

Lucy threw her hands out dramatically, "Well, you know Erza. Early to bed, early to rise, sailor's warning." Lucy saluted Natsu with a grin.

Natsu laughed and caught her, just as she was about to tip into the bandsaw, "What was that Luce? I don't think I quite understood."

Instead of answering, she just leaned into him and sniffed his throat, then sighed, "You smell so nice."

He hitched her up into his arms and smiled, "Why thank ya Lucy, you don't smell so bad yourself. How about we get you into bed?"

Lucy pursed her lips and shook her head, "Natsu, Natsu, Natsu, always only thinking about one thing."

Natsu grinned and wrangled the door open with her in his arms, she helped by wrapping her arms around his neck, but the way she kept kicking her feet was making it hard to stay balanced. "Oh yea? What's that Luce?" he goaded her on, as he shut the door behind them.

"Sex!" she yelled, then covered her mouth to muffle her wild giggles. Lucy then whispered, "Whoops, I meant seeeeexxxx."

"Yea that volume control, it's a hard thing to figure out." Natsu adjusted her in his arms, "Jeez Luce when did you get so heavy, I'm gonna pull a muscle carrying you here."

Lucy gave an exaggerated frown, "I am not heavy, you take it back! I'm beautiful."

"You are beautiful, but I don't think there's a direct correlation between those two things," Natsu said as he reached the back door of their house.

Lucy smelled her breath, "Coriander, I didn't eat any coriander, that's weird Natsu."

"Yep, I'm totally the weirdo here," he chuckled as he headed towards the bedroom.

"No Natsu! I have to pee!" Lucy squealed.

Natsu spun in place, heading back towards the bathroom, "Alright then."

"But when I'm done, just you wait mister," Lucy said, booping the end of his nose.

"Oh yea," Natsu set her down gently in the bathroom and leaned against the door frame with an amused grin.

"Oh yea," Lucy said, leaning on the sink, "I'm gonna . . ." she covered her mouth as she yawned, "sleep so hard."

"I figured as much," Natsu said, "I'm going to go clean up what I was doing in the garage. I'll be back to watch you snore in a bit."

Lucy was taking a break, resting her face in her hand with her elbow on the sink. She waved him off with her free hand, "Yea, you go on ahead, this is gonna take a while. And I don't snore, I'm a lady, get it right." Immediately she gave a tiny burp, she covered her mouth with a pained expression, "Oh god, that wasn't good. Ugh! I hate Cana sometimes!"

"Don't worry, I'll make it quick. I'll be back to get you to bed in a jiffy," He kissed her cheek and left back towards the garage thinking going forward, he was going to need a plan. Maybe he should mess with her car so he would have to drive her everywhere, he could never be able keep her special project a surprise if she had the ability to keep popping up at random. Maybe he could put a tracker on her? He got the feeling that she wouldn't appreciate either. He would have to give this some serious thought.

Cana had really hoped feeding Lucy liquor would give her something to focus on for the night. She hadn't counted on Erza taking Lucy with her, how could she have missed that possibility? She was losing her edge.

The last customer was pulling out his wallet to pay. Right now, she could do it, she could convince him to stay for one more. Maybe just see if he'd want to stick around for an encore of her at home. That would work well to end this weirdness with Bacchus, and it helped that the guy was cute. Her heart just wasn't in it. She took his card with a smile and ran it without saying a single thing.

Bacchus was already stacking all the chairs like he was planning on getting out of here in a hurry. Maybe he had found someone else then? Why didn't that sit well with her now? Everything was so normal just a few weeks ago, why did she have to be stupid and muddy things!

The man walked out with a wave and Bacchus locked the door behind him, dimming the lights. Cana turned quickly to work on emptying the register, putting everything in the bag that would go in the safe for Mira to deal with the next day. She wasn't going to engage him, no flirting, no sarcastic remarks, she would just pack up and get home.

Bacchus did not get this memo. He walked straight for her and leaned on the counter next to her, "What's going on with you?"

Cana gave him a look of confusion, she expected a lot more finesse and charm than that. This she didn't know how to react to. "Say what now?"

He sighed and gave her a look of disappointment, "Really Cana?"

Cana looked back at the register, she closed and locked it, then closed and locked the deposit bag. "I don't know what you want from me Bacchus," she huffed, turning heel and heading back to the office.

The man had the nerve to follow her, "What I want from you? Well an explanation would be nice. Really at this point, I would settle for a normal hello, and you looking me in the eye when I talk to you. Hell Cana, you're making evenings here miserable."

Cana ignored him, unsure of the best way to respond. She strode into Mira's office, back to the safe, carefully entering the pin, and trying to ignore the way he loomed in the doorway, watching her. Once the deposit bag was safely stowed, and the safe door closed and sealed, she had no more reason to delay. She swallowed and turned slowly. Bacchus' eyes were on her, his typically happy face twisted down in frustration. She was being a real bitch and she didn't know why. "I guess I don't know what's wrong with me Bacchus."

She hoped that would be enough, but when she got to the door his arm blocked the way out. "You can't seriously think that's going to be enough," he said.

Cana was annoyed, she just wanted to go home. "Bacchus, leave me be. Just get over it will ya?"

"I don't want to get over it," his arm stayed in it's spot.

"Well maybe you don't have a choice," she said. She tried to bend to go under his arm.

He caught her and turned her so that she had to look at him. "Cana you aren't being fair at all here babe."

She furrowed her brow, "Let go of me now, Bacchus."

"Cana, you can't run away from me. I'm going to be here tomorrow night and the next night, so please just help me understand." He licked his lips, "Help me understand what happened and I'll leave you be alright. We have a great night, as good as ever, hell, better than ever! Then come morning, instead of having an encore like we would have had in the past, you're running out on me like some stranger. I have to admit, I was a little amused to see ya run into Lucy's old place, even more amused when I saw the old lady head up there later, but damn Cana. Just what the hell was that?"

Cana looked away from him, disgusted with her own behavior, "I don't know."

"I know you're not sleeping with anyone else, I know you're not interested in anyone else, so can you just explain to me what the hell I did wrong that's making you treat me like dirt on your damn shoe."

Cana rolled her eyes, "Seriously, just forget it Bacchus. Forget about me, just go bother one of your other girls."

"Forget about you?" he exclaimed motioning towards her. "How the hell can you expect me to forget about you Cana, you're all I think about any more. It's driving me crazy!"

Cana laughed, "Yea, right Bacchus. One girl for you would be like eating one food for the rest of your life. I don't really see that happening."

"I could eat one food for the rest of my life," Bacchus challenged.

Cana scoffed, "Yea right."

"No really. I could easily eat pizza every day, for the rest of my life," Bacchus stated.

"Wait, are you somehow relating me to pizza?" Cana was intrigued and insulted at the same time.

"I wasn't at first, but you know, yea, you're just like pizza to me," Bacchus nodded.

Cana snorted, "Oh that's rich. And how exactly am I pizza?"

Bacchus looked up in thought, absentmindedly running his fingers up and down her arm, "Well, pizza can be different, you can top it so many different ways. You can use different cheeses, different sauces, different doughs for the crust, but in the end it's still pizza. And as long as you don't do something messed up to it, you know like combine sardines with grapefruit or something, pizza's damn good. So even though it would be the same thing every night, it feels different, and I'd have it over anything else."

Cana crossed her arms, completely unimpressed, "Yea, I'm still not following here, this isn't exactly romantic Bacchus."

"Well, I'm not romantic. I'm blunt and straight forward so excuse me for trying to use a metaphor. What I'm saying is I can take you home and bang you six ways to Sunday," he moved forward to murmur in her ear, "and it's good every time. So good that I don't think I want anything else."

Cana froze, completely aware and irritated that his nonsense was turning her on. "Bacchus," she whispered, unable to say much more.

He pulled away so their noses almost touched, "Cana, I'm not asking you to take this more than a day at a time. If you don't want me any more that's fine, it'll hurt my soul to be without you, but babe I can't force you to do anything you don't want to. Just don't avoid me, if we can't play with touch between the sheets, will you at least play with words here? I miss your sass, I don't like this closed off version and it really fricking bothers me that I caused it."

"It was a lot easier to handle you when you weren't around all the time," Cana pouted.

"Handle me? What do you mean handle me?"

"I don't know Bacchus, I don't like feeling like this, it confuses me. You're supposed to be the guy I call every once and a while. Now you're there all the time, and you keep having these weird serious talks, and it makes it harder to forget about you when you aren't around." Cana looked up at him with a scowl.

"Then stop forgetting me," he said with a cockeyed grin.

She started to turn away, "I don't think I can do this."

He gently grabbed the sides of her face, "Cana seriously, just one day at a time, if that's all I can have, I can handle it. Just ya know, when you're done don't avoid me like this, it makes me think I made you do something you didn't want to."

"Well, you know that I never do anything I don't want to," Cana frowned.

"That's what I thought, but I've never seen you treat any of your former lays like you've been treating me. I'm well aware that a few have come by the bar once or twice. What the hell am I supposed to think about the way you've been acting?" he exclaimed.

"Bacchus!" Cana whined, stomping her foot.

"What?"

She kissed him, roughly, biting his lip as she pulled away. "Cut the crap and take me home. I'll try to be better tomorrow."

"So I'm getting pizza tonight?" his silly grin returned.

She put a finger in his face, "Call it that one more time, and you're never getting any ever again. Get it?"

"Loud and clear," he grinned, wrapping an arm around her waist and leading her towards the door.

Yukino stretched her arms up over her head with a smile and hum. She felt so lighthearted. Yukino was just losing grasp of the wisps of memory left over from her happy dream. It left her in such a good mood, even with the slight disorientation when she first opened her eyes. However, her smile dropped the moment she remembered watching the show with Sting. Oh dear, she had fallen asleep at his house, how embarrassing!

She heard noise coming from her right, in the kitchen area that was attached to the living room and located behind the couch. Yukino sat up slowly, peaking her head up over the back of the seat. Sting was in the kitchen fussing with the coffee maker, wearing just a pair of sweatpants. She couldn't help but stare at his backside, she hadn't realized he was so muscular. Then Sting turned quickly and caught her staring. Yukino squeaked and fell forward, folding herself in half and covering her eyes, as if it would further help her hide.

"Hey, you're up," his said with a smile.

Yukino slowly lifted her head back up, like a gopher cautiously peering out of it's hole. "I am so sorry Sting! I can't believe I fell asleep." She slowly raised her head farther, thinking there was no use hiding her bright red cheeks, the embarrassment wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. When she caught sight of him again, his mouth dropped slightly open. She quickly put up her hands to adjust her hair, "What? Do I look weird or something?"

"No, sorry," he shook his head and smiled. "You look good . . .you look really good." His eyes widened after his statement and he turned, suddenly very busy putting sugar in his coffee.

"Do you need help with anything?" she asked. She pulled herself to a stand and stretched her arms over her head. When she turned to face him again he had that look on his face again. Yukino frowned and looked down at her outfit, was she doing something strange that she was missing? "Sting, do you need help?" she tried again.

"Uhh no, I already made the coffee. There's a place downstairs that makes a really good brunch, I mean . . .if you want to stick around," he turned slightly pink and scratched the back of his neck.

"Brunch would be nice," she said as she walked towards the kitchen. "What time is it anyway?" she found the clock on Sting's oven, "Oh my gosh is that right? Is it really already noon!"

Sting smiled, "Yea, it's noon."

Yukino grabbed her cheeks, they were really burning now. "Why didn't you wake me? I can't believe you just let me loaf on your couch like that!"

Sting shrugged, "I haven't actually been up that long myself, I don't have to wake up super early for work during the week and I usually take my time getting up on the weekends."

She smiled sheepishly, "I never sleep later than nine on the weekends, but I get up at four sometimes for work, so nine is sleeping in for me."

Sting nearly spit out his coffee, "Four!"

"You have to have everything ready for the prework crowd, they don't come at five in the morning for day-olds," Yukino smiled, filling the mug Sting had set out for her.

"Oh, I have sugar, it's the box there on the counter and I have milk too . . .I think," Sting went to his fridge and pulled out the container. He opened it, gave it a sniff, then smiled, "Yes! I have milk." He looked up at Yukino's amused face. "Sorry, I don't always use it all in time."

"That's okay, you don't have to apologize." Yukino took it from him and poured a little in her mug. She took the spoon he offered, and used it to put a teaspoon of sugar in her cup, and stir it. Then she took a sip and smiled, turning back to Sting, "I still can't believe I slept so long! I hope it wasn't a big imposition."

"No, I'm sorry you had to sleep on the couch. I would have put you in the bed and taken the couch myself, but I was worried trying to move you would wake you." He leaned an elbow on the counter and looked up at her with a grin.

"I couldn't take your bed!" Yukino blushed at the thought of sleeping in his sheets. It probably all smelled like him. She was lying, she could definitely take his bed.

"I wouldn't have minded," he shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee.

Yukino thought it might be better to switch to safer topics or she was liable to turn the shade of a tomato. "Did you get all your work finished?"

"Yea, Rogue just messaged me to let me know he's done with everything on his side, hopefully the client likes it. We'll see tomorrow if we got it right."

"Is he coming for brunch too?" Yukino hoped he would say no. She was really enjoying this time alone.

Sting frowned, taking a large sip of coffee and taking the time to savor it. He grimaced when he said, "Well no, I could invite him if you want though. He might be able to get here."

Oh dear, he didn't seem to like the idea of Rogue coming either. She thought of Sorano telling her to be direct, "Actually . . . I was hoping it would be with just you." After she said it she could hardly breath, was that too much?

His radiant smile was all the answer she needed, "Awesome, I'll go get dressed." He held up a finger, "Just one sec, okay? Don't go anywhere." He set down his coffee and turned in the direction of his room.

"Okay," Yukino replied. She watched the muscles move in his back as he walked to his room, while she played with the collar of her shirt. When he disappeared, she shook herself from her trance, taking a deep sip of her coffee. She really needed to wake up, or she would be blushing the entire day!

Yay all caught up (sorry this was a little bit later, got so sick this week :( )! Hope you liked the last two chapters!