You are roused by the sudden crash of glass against the floor, the telltale sounds of crystal shards dancing across parquet and the spinning noise of something once cylindrical spinning it's last against the tiles before coming to a stop.

Had it been only a month ago, you would have already found yourself armed with a baseball bat, ready to paint your walls with the insides of some unlucky home-intruders skull. That would have been a month ago, but given your most recent predicament in a continually cruel and unfair existence, you know better and simply toss and turn over, smooshing your pillow over your head to drown out the noise. Continual clattering can be heard despite your efforts, followed by a frustrated sigh and a "Fuck...".

Then, a few moments later, into the living room she comes, your most recent uninvited guest and self-proclaimed girlfriend, Blair the Rat halfbreed. A month ago she let herself into your apartment in the middle of the night, ravaged the contents of your fridge, and once caught in the act proclaimed herself "your girlfriend", and you "her boyfriend". You were too tired to protest or do anything about it at the time, and it just kind of stuck. This has been your life since then. What the fuck is it this time?

"Ayo, 'made a mess in the kitchen... Also we're out of cheese, n' stuffs... Wakey wakey, ya' bitch."

Her eyes narrow at the sudden movement, but she doesn't protest as you pull her into your embrace. The sensation of your body around her is... comforting, somehow. She wasn't expecting that. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips as you hold her close and she wraps her own arms around you, pressing her lithe form against yours.

Her nose wrinkles as it twitches, taking in your scent... It's not unpleasant, actually.

Blair snorts and shifts a bit closer, nuzzling against your neck as she inhales sharply. "I'm not the one who smells like roses, ya know~" She teases with a chuckle, running her fingers through your hair. "But thanks... I guess."

She tenses up momentarily when you kiss her, but relaxes once again as the warmth of your lips meets hers. Your body feels so much larger than hers against her own slim form, and she finds herself enjoying the sensation more than she'd like to admit. As you drift off to sleep with her still in your arms, Blair can't help but feel a small pang of... something. Longing? Sadness?

The warmth of your breath tickles her ear as you whisper those words, and she shivers slightly with pleasure. Her heart skips a beat before racing to keep up with the sudden rush of blood to her cheeks. She tries to play it cool, but finds herself unable to hide the blush that spreads across her features.

With a small sigh, Blair rolls onto her back, eyes still closed as she bites on her lower lip and looks up at the ceiling. "I'm awake," she says softly. "

Her ears twitch at the sound of your voice, still somehow soothing despite being scratchy from sleep. She nods slowly, not opening her eyes yet. "Sure... I'll be here when you get back."

The bed creaks as you move around, and she can feel the warmth of your body disappearing from beside hers. A pang of disappointment shoots through her chest, but she tries to ignore it. It's not like she expects anything more than this anyway... right?

The words freeze her in place. She had expected you to just leave and come back, not suggest... that. Her breath catches in her throat as she turns her head towards the sound of your voice. "Hm?" she asks, feigning innocence. "What did you say?"

Her eyes snap wide open at the feel of your hand on her ass, and she lets out a small moan that's equal parts surprise and desire. "Oh... yeah..." She practically purrs, arching her back into your touch. "That sounds... nice."

A shiver runs down her spine as she imagines the two of them tangled together in a messy heap on this bed, you fucking her until neither of them can walk straight anymore. Her heart races and her cheeks flush an even deeper red at the thought.