My Girlfriend, My Pet.

Chapter 27

Raiden flipped over and nearly fell off his bed. Catching himself before he could tumble down, he instinctively rolled over to the extreme end before sitting up in bed - there's nothing worst than having to immediately spring out of bed from nonsense like that, muscles still completely lax, eyes barely open. 

Iona was not in bed. Where was she? What happened last night? Then, it hit him like a sack of bricks. She was nearly assaulted yesterday and now she's missing. Fear and worry immediately gripped his core as he leapt up and put his pants on before rushing out to... the smell of pancake and eggs?

As he edged closer to the kitchen, he couldn't help but let out an audible sigh of relief as he drank in the sight of Iona, clad in nothing but her all-white nighties. Hearing him, she spun around and flashed a smile that could rival a runway model anytime. Damn, she knew this would turn me on and she's doing it on purpose, he thought.

"See something you like?" Iona said as she sauntered over to lay down the final pancake on top of a plate before taking her seat. Raiden, on auto-pilot now, wandered over and took his seat opposite her. "Nothing," he stammered, trying to sound proper and not let his eyes stray over her cleavage. "Just worried, woke up and you weren't in bed." 

"I'm fine, Raiden. Let it slide, okay?" Her mouth arched up in a small smile, the slightest trace of a dimple showiing, as she reached over to grab his hand in hers.

How did she knew what I was thinking about, anyway? "Seriously? You wanna' let someone like... that get away?" 

Taking a sip of her juice, Iona raised her eyebrow. "Didn't you see what I did to him? He's probably holed up in his room somewhere, going insane from seeing a girl turn into a tiger in front of his own eyes." 

Iona did have a valid point - her ability allowed her to completely rip the laws of biology and logic apart - and yet, here she was, sitting down and having breakfast with him. Why did she have to look so good, anyway? Couple that to her personality, she really is the-

"Raiden?" Iona's voice snapped him out of his momentary daydream. "I said, it's alright. Stop trying to find ways to rip him apart. I can probably do it myself, if need be." 

He bellowed out a laugh - in front of him sat a somewhat petite beauty of a girl, who was more interested in solving things with words rather than her fists and yet she was right. She could, literally, rip anyone apart in under a minute if she wanted to. 

Fine. If that's what made her feel better, so be it. I'll drop it.  

 "Okay, you win. If you're cool about it," he twirled his fingers into quotation marks, "... then I'm cool with it." 

Breakfast between the two of them was positively electric when they pushed that issue out of the way. Iona, remembering Maggie's advice, was keen on pushing all of Raiden's buttons and Raiden himself was finding it more and more difficult to keep his mind out of the gutter with Iona dressed in her nighties. 

"So? What are we supposed to do on a lazy Saturday anyway?" she purred as she piled the dishes into the sink and slinked over to plant her bottom onto Raiden's lap. It did not take long for his body to react. 

Audibly swallowing a lump in his throat, Raide croaked a response. "Erm, how about we go for a walk and maybe then... we could..."

Lame, very lame. Iona thought to herself. Sure, it was nice to have a proper gentleman by her side but sometimes her inner animal wanted someone to take her properly. Act on instinct instead of a series of codes implemented by society. 

 Iona flipped herself so she now straddled him, face to face. "How about we..."

Of course! YES! Why not?! An idea came into her head almost instantaneously. It has been awhile since she disappeared into the country to fully exercise her ability and now she had someone to bring along! Despite accepting her ability, Maggie was never keen on spending the entire day watching her best friend contort herself into the shape of multiple animals.