Fight Code

FC 21

Locking up the shop, my feet were dragging against the sidewalk as I finally rounded the corner to my place. Pushing the lock into the small hole, stepping inside flicking a light on. Closing the door kicking my shoes off, before dropping everything else on the counter. Tried as my eyes dared to close mid step on me, my yawning body begging for a bed. As my knees hit the mattress, everything in me gave out letting me sink into the covers.

    “Oh yes” Moaning as I clawed to grab my pillow. The intoxicating smell of male, filled not only my nose but my room as well. Daring my eyes to open even a little bit, I half assed rolled over to see. Twins blocked my doorway, groaning I rolled back over not caring. Things sounded like they were dropping, which I didn’t even care about. I was so tired a blazing fire could have been ready to eat me, and I would of told it not to forget the Heinz  57 Sauce.
    “You need to remember to lock your door, love”

    “Lots of crazy bastards out there” Van purred after Owen.
    “Great, I’ll keep that in mind. Now shhh, sleepy sleep time” Patting someone’s face. It sounded like Van, as my clothes started being removed. Without the energy to fight over even help, I sort of felt like a baby. Cold air made me shiver as I pushing the covers away, digging into them. Pushing up against me, my body soon felt the heat I was looking for. Yawning with a squeak at the end, I snuggled closer to them. Without much else to remember, I soon let the sleep take over my body.

My alarm goes off, causing a fir of groans. Reaching over I tap something which shuts the sound off. Every inch of me feels like its on fire, kicking the sheets off I’m still hot. What the hell is my heat on, wiggling around to find a cold spot.

    “Stop moving baby” A husky voice groans, pulling me deeper into the heat. Shooting my eyes open, as half naked twins are curled like large Irish wolfhounds around my smaller body.
    “WHAT THE HELL” Jumping out of the bed. Their heads shot up, looking at me after blinking a few times. Lucky for me I’m still in bra and panties.
    “Why are you yelling?” Van yawns.
    “What are you two doing in my house, better yet what are you doing in my bed?” Waving my finger at them.

Ohh hell white shorts……

    Shaking my head I sigh looking at the clock, squeaking out as I am going to be late. Running over to my closet grabbing the first thing I see, pulling on my sneakers. Dashing into the bathroom, I fix my hair, brush teeth and quickly make sure I have no marks on me. God only knows what they did last night, I was so damn tired I don’t think I would of remembered.
    “Riae” I think its Van.   
    “What?” Sticking my head out, to see the both of them standing in my doorway. What is with them and doorways, is it like their thing.
    “Were hungry”

    “Well that’s nice, I’m late.” Walking down the hall to the kitchen, following me they stair.
    “Okay look, get dressed. Go here and get me this, just tell Heather your with me. She’ll put it on a tab, okay?” Handing them a small sticky note.
    “Your leaving us in your apartment? Alone?” Owen asks, taking the note.
    “Well I am assuming your house broken, so yes.” Giving them a blank stair. Grabbing a jacket, I flip my hair over the top ready to walk out my arm is seized. Turning around their smirking.
    “What?”

    “Don’t we get a kiss goodbye?” Van hums, as Owen steps closer.
    “Oh goodness” Rolling my eyes. Kissing them both, they smile letting me leave. Leaving my door open, as I jog down my stairs heading to the gym.


~Twins~

They’d left the restaurant, Owen mindlessly driving when they passed the gym. The lights to the tattoo shop still lit, and the open sigh still visible. Looking to his brother, Van nodded. Parking the car they sit and wait, a few hours later they watch her lock the door barely able to walk. Frowning they start the car up, driving to her place parking down some.

Watching as she yawns several times, dragging her tired self into her house. Owen was wanting to pick her up, letting her fall sleep in his arms instead of the cold sideway but his brother stopped him. As her door closes, they quickly get out heading up the stairs. Ready to knock, Owen twist’s the doorknob. Fuming as it just opens, doesn’t she no its not safe for her to keep the door unlocked. Walking in they find a her things scattered on the table, a moan as a few words trail out from the bedroom.

Walking in leaning against her door frame, they smile at her curled body rapped around the pillow like a kitten. Her eyes flutter slightly, groaning she lays her head back down. Stripping out of their clothes, they help her out of hers.
    “You need to remember to lock your door, love”
    “Lots of crazy bastards out there” She yawns again, after Van whispers.
    “Great, I’ll keep that in mind. Now shhh, sleepy sleep time”  Patting Vans head, making him chuckle. Shivering she ducks her long legs under the covers, moving clover to the brothers.

An alarm is a very annoying thing, as the twins groan trying to stop the horrible sound. Wiggling around Owen, grumbles a.
    “Stop moving baby” Warping his arm around the moving beauty. Out of know where Riae screams, making them quickly sit up right. That was a hell of a wake up, thy think.
    “Why are you yelling?” Van yawns.