Riot=Chaos

Simply put

In a world where girls are strong enough to not just kick you in your nuts...but destroy them completely...It's a surprise that I'm not shocked waking up next to one...or at least one trying to wake me up.

Chaos: Riot get up.

Riot: Hmmmm

Chaos: Get up you lazy ass.

Riot: It's not called being lazy *yawn* it's called energy conservation.

Chaos: Okay...play that game.

She walks out of my rooms and leaves the door cracked.

Riot: Finally some more sleep.

She walks right back in and has a bucket of ice water with her.

Riot: Don't do it.

Chaos: I'm gonna do it.

Riot: Don't do it.

Chaos: I'm gonna do it.

I try to get up and run but she dashes the bucket of ice water on me.

Riot: What the fuck!

Chaos starts to laugh.

Chaos: You're such a pansy.

Riot: Fuck I'm cold.

I shiver and walk over to her.

Chaos: What are doing?

Riot: You're making me warm again.

Chaos: The hell I am.

She tries to leave but I grab her and hug her. I then proceed to throw her on the bed and get on top of her.

Chaos: What are you doing?

She said laughing.

Riot: I told you, you're making me warm.

I kiss her and take off my shirt. We kiss again and she pulls on my bottom lip and then opens her eyes.

As always those eyes drive me insane. The red luster of them and danger they give off is enough to make me go mad.

I kiss her and neck and slightly bite near her collar bone. I rub her thighs and lift them up.

Chaos: I thought you said "you" wanted to warm up.

Riot: I'll warm you up too.

She laughs and I keep kissing her.

I slowly move my hips against hers. She let's out a moan and then tries to cover it up.

Riot: Aww look at that.

She kisses me again as I keep going. She starts to get used to it so I crank it up a notch.

Riot: Am I too rough.

Chaos: No...you're...just the way I like it.

I kiss her again but then I notice my grandfather standing the door with a grin on his face.

Riot: Why ya gotta be so creepy old man?

Grandfather: Sorry it's just you remind me of myself when I was young.

Riot: You're over a thousand years old. What's your definition of young?

Grandfather: Around 100.

We both started laughing I get off of Chaos. Her face was bright red. She dipped under the covers.

Chaos: You didn't tell me your grandfather was here!

Grandfather: Actually I just got back.

Riot: Speaking of which...how's hell grandfather.