A Man of Honor.

Chapter 39: Family Funeral.

"I don't say we're better than anyone, but we're as good as anyone, always remember that! And between you and me, we're better than most." ~ Sonny Franzese.

There was no sleep between Blake and I that night. As nice as it would have been to just fall asleep in my comfortable bed cuddled with her after we had exhausted ourselves, it just wasn't in the cards for us. There were dangerous men downstairs and it wouldn't have been wise to fall asleep. We had made that mistake before.

But we spent a long amount of time just laying there together in our post coital bliss. My back against the headboard, her head rested on my shoulder, my nose buried in her hair. Her cat ears moved, tickling my jaw. She stared at my chest, or rather the twin shisa lions tattooed on my chest, she traced her finger across them gently in a manner I found appealing.

"Do you like them?" I asked her, running my fingers through her silky black hair.

She nodded slightly. "They look good and they strangely suit you." She told me as my hand brushed against one of her fuzzy cat ears, she released a quiet and pleasurable sigh. "Do you like my ears?" She asked me.

"I do... it's a shame that you feel the need to cover them up with that bow." I told her with a little smirk. "They're very expressive."

"Maybe one day I won't." Blake said to me, a faint smile curling her lips.

I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed my leather cigar case pulling out one along with my gold plated lighter and cutter taking that first sweet puff of Vacuan tobacco.

"Must you do that?" Blake asked me, her face scrunching from the thick smoke.

"Sorry... I just tend to think better when I smoke." I told her. "And it might be cliche, but I have come to find that it really is nice to smoke after sex. But I can put it out for you."

She smirked and moved sitting forward. She covered herself with the bedsheets. I didn't understand the display of modesty given what had just transpired but it seemed to me that we were in an awkward state not wanting to fully admit to what we had just done together. Saying I liked to smoke after sex didn't really do much to cut the tension that was between us now.

"Don't bother," Blake said, getting up from the bed, keeping her back towards me and grabbing my black shirt off the ground along with her underwear. Her own clothes were bloody from our earlier embrace so she settled on stealing mine for the moment, she put my shirt on to keep some sense of modesty. "My throat is a little dry... can I get a glass of water?"

"Sure." I told her. "Cupboard above the sink." I said, sliding out of the bed and grabbing for my boxers. "How uh... how about I make you some breakfast?" I asked her, putting on my sweatpants and not bothering with a shirt since she had taken mine.

"That sounds nice." Blake said, reaching up for one of my glasses and pouring herself some water from the tap.

"Bacon and eggs?" I asked her. "How do you like your eggs?"

She nodded to me with a small smile that suited her perfectly. "Sunny side up."

"Me too, any coffee?" I asked her. "Oh wait... you prefer tea."

"I do, do you have any?" She asked me, taking a seat at my kitchen table with her glass of water.

"Yeah I have some breakfast tea." I said opening a cupboard and taking it out. "I suppose we're both going to need caffeine."

"Since we didn't sleep." Blake said awkwardly, but a small naughty smile curled her lips.

I nodded, filling a kettle with water and setting it on the stove to boil as I got out all the fixings with breakfast. I wanted to actually talk to her about what had just happened but I had no idea how to even bring it up to her. It wasn't bad, but this was pretty uncharted territory for us.