Morning.

The sober light of morning. Rays of sunshine streaked in through the blinds adorning Deidre's bedroom window, landing on Terry's face. He awoke groggy and disoriented, not recognizing the room he was in or the blonde he was cuddling as his brain adjusted back to reality. He laid motionless for a moment as he regained his bearings, the events that had transpired the night before flooding back to his memory. Terry groaned quietly as he thought about how he'd let his hormones and frustrations get the better of him. His anguish over his breakup with Dana and Deidre's unreserved flirting had done a lot to convince him that spending the night in this bed was a good idea, but a good night's sleep had him massively rethinking his actions.

He pulled away from Deidre; their skin, stuck together from the sweat of their shared body heat, as well as from other bodily fluids, peeled apart slowly, leaving red marks on both of them. Terry slipped silently out of the bed and onto the floor, looking around for his clothes. He had to pee like crazy, but he wasn't keen on trying to search for a bathroom in the buff, just in case Delia happened to be roaming around again. He slapped his palm against his forehead as he realized that he'd left everything but his shirt out in the living room. He picked the sole article at his disposal up off the floor and held it in front of his genitals. Better than nothing.

He stepped out into the hallway. The back half of Deidre and Delia's loft apartment was shaped like a T. The bedroom that Deidre had led him into occupied the right end of the T; he assumed the door facing it on the left side led to Delia's room. He turned down the corner back toward the living room. From that angle, he could see a small kitchen area tucked back on the far wall past the living room. He also saw a woman that looked strikingly similar to the one he'd just parted from, only this one was sitting on a barstool pulled up to a counter and sipping from a mug.

"Nice." Delia admonished him. "I know this is your first time here, but we kinda have a rule about people walking around with their balls out." She took another sip of her beverage.

"I'm, uh... Just trying to find the bathroom." he explained quickly, slinking over to where the rest of his attire was located, still bunched up on the floor by the couch. He scooped them up and backed in the direction he'd just come from, trying to avoid flashing his ass at Delia.

"It's the room with the toilet in it." she mocked him. "The door right behind you." Terry began to blindly reach for one of the doorknobs. "That's the closet. Next one over." she scoffed. "I can't believe that a twip like you killed The Joker."

Terry let himself into the bathroom. After relieving himself, and being conscientious of putting the seat down again, he got dressed before poking his head back out into the hallway. He didn't see Delia anymore; her mug was placed on the counter where she had been sitting. He stepped out of the bathroom and faintly heard the sound of talking coming from the direction of Deidre's bedroom. He assumed they were discussing him, the talk that was inevitable after the little incident the night before, which seemed like a cue for him to leave. He opened up the door to the apartment, dug in his pocket for his keys, and headed down to where he'd parked his bike.

He'd made it nearly all the way home when his phone began to buzz. He hit a button on it and patched the call through to the headset in his motorcycle helmet. "Hello?"

"No goodbye kiss?" Deidre's voice played in his ears. Her tone was light, but he could tell that she was posing the question seriously. As seriously as she could manage, anyway.

"I was going to let you sleep, and then you and Delia seemed to be in the middle of something. It seemed like it'd be better if I didn't butt in on that. " It was mostly true. She didn't need to know about the parts where he was questioning the entire affair.

"You're not the first guy to sneak out on me the morning after, you know. You can just cop to it." she laughed at him. "I just hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did. Goddamn, Terry, you are one hell of a lover."

He didn't really have much of a response to any part of what she'd said, though there was a certain stirring in his pants as she brought up her approval of his skills. Regardless of whether or not the sex had been an appropriate way to spend the night, it had most definitely been fun. "I'd never done that before." he admitted. "The spanking. The dirty talk that went with it." He'd gotten caught up in the moment, thanks to her urging, and Terry had always been eager to please in bed.

"I could tell, but don't worry. I'm sure you'll get plenty of chance to practice in the future." Her voice got slightly more husky when she spoke again. If Terry wasn't very much mistaken, it sounded like she was getting turned on all over again. It was hard not to get sucked into it once more.

"I'm not sure we should do this again." he said resolutely. "I mean, this whole thing is crazy. I don't know why I went along with it at all last night."

There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment. "I seem to remember giving you a pretty good list of reasons at the diner." she pointed out. "And besides, how else were you going to spend your Saturday night? Taking out Jokerz? I told them to take the night off."

Now it was Terry's turn to be stunned into silence. "You told them to take the night off? All of them?"

"Hey, sis and I worked for the original. If Dee Dee tells J-Man's or Terminal's crews to do something, those fuckers step in line." she said proudly. "And that goes double for when we want to get laid."

Terry paused. "Look, I'm in traffic right now. I'll... I'll call you back when I'm not going 75, alright? We'll talk more."

"Alright." Deidre responded, voice tinged with reticence. "But you better call, goody-goody. That handprint you left on my ass still hurts, so you'll have to make it up to me."

Terry couldn't help but grin at her words once again. "Hey, you were asking for it." he retorted before cutting the line and focusing on getting back home.