Siren Call

The Invitation

I flipped the bacon in the pan, the edges getting nice and crispy as the toaster popped, the bread, now nicely golden brown, springing out of the top. It was rare that I would bother doing this kind of breakfast on a work day. Usually opting for plain toast or something minimal effort and simple, unless I was swinging by the cafe on the way to work. Today though, I'd gotten up early, in order to prepare a decent breakfast for Kat. I glanced at the clock, it was just about to tick over to seven, and I knew she would be up soon. Grabbing the heated plates out of the top oven, I dished up the bacon, eggs, sausages and toast, then put some butter on the table with the sauces.

Now time to go wake Sleeping Beauty.

When I reached the landing, I turned into my bedroom and froze in the doorway for a second. There she was, sound asleep in my bed. I had never really brought women back to my place, seeing one in my bed was rather peculiar to me, unless it was Roxy, who'd camped out here often. But there she was, and the sight seemed to make me beam with satisfaction. I was glad that she was there, her hair fanned out across the pillow like a dark coloured halo. She looked so peaceful, lost in her dreams. I couldn't help but wonder what those dreams were, and if I was in them.

Probably, and knowing Kit Kat, you're probably being an irritating dick who she's currently bludgeoning to death with a hammer... or a stiletto.

She let out a small sigh, nudging her head against the pillow and drawing it in closer. I could have happily stood there and watched her all day, but I knew that wasn't possible.

"Kitty?" I called softly, a smile taking over my face as it sparked memories of the day before.

She shuffled again and I laughed to myself.

Okay, try again.

I walked up to the bed, and placed a hand on her shoulder, jostling her slightly.

"Kat? Time to wake up."

Still nothing, not a single move to insinuate that she was waking up. I rolled my eyes.

Sleeping Beauty, my ass. This is like waking the fucking dead. One more try and then I'm getting the water.

I thought about my next approach, what way I could guarantee waking her up. There was, of course, my favourite idea. I grinned mischievously at the idea, but there wasn't time for that, that would definitely not end there, and we hadn't got all morning.

Option two it is. I shrugged.

Placing my fingers to my lips, I let out a loud whistle, then shouted:

"KAT!"

The result was instant, she yelped and rolled clean out of the bed, her nearly naked body, landing with a thud on the floor at my feet.

"Ah, you're awake." I smiled, looking down at her.

She raised her head, her eyes narrowed and a look of anger flashing over her beautiful face.

"What the actual fuck Evan?" She started, snappily.

"Breakfast's ready." I said, briefly.

She looked momentarily confused. I figured it was the best moment to make a hasty exit, before I had to deal with the scolding for the abrupt wake up call. I walked away, just as she started to move, and narrowly missed the pillow that she threw at me, which bounced off of the doorframe.

"Wow, not very friendly." I called back, stepping onto the stairs.

"Be grateful it wasn't the lamp!" She shouted after me.