Cassie was half asleep by the time her stray stirred from the bed she had put him in. The vibrator that she had been using was tossed to one side, still glistening and damp next to her closed laptop that still hummed with power. She had snatched her phone from the bedside table, aimlessly clicking through the Instagram photos on her feed, when her lids dragged down and even the mobile had slipped from her fingers. Still nude from the waist down, her legs fell haphazard half between the tussled sheets on her bed. The thatch of damp curls that framed her most intimate regions was only half covered by the hem of the over sized shirt that covered her upper torso.<br/><br/>She was jerked awake by the rough dash of a tongue against her skin. Murmuring her agitation, she shifted enough to roll to one side, her hand pushing against fur to move the tom cat away from her. The instinctive motion, no doubt, brought on by other felines sneaking in betwixt her thighs for the warmth there. Her movement caused the shift to shift, raising up over her hips, so by the time his weight had shifted the round globes of her pert bottom were exposed to his point of view. Though she wouldn't become cognizant until she heard the masculine voice infiltrate the room.<br/><br/>Her heart leapt up into her throat before the rest of her reacted to his voice. Her eyes popped open in her skull as soon as the panic button went off in her mind, causing her to bolt upright in her bed. The fan of raven, tussled from the bed, fell around delicate features that contorted into a look of plain shock as she twisted around fast to face the man that was suddenly looming above her bed. Her vocal cords took a little while longer to catch up with the rest of her, but the yelp came as soon as it registered that there was a stranger in her apartment.<br/><br/>Scooting up to the head rest on her bed, Cassie pulled her knees up underneath her and started backing up to the opposite end of the bed. Her hands dragged at her comforter, pulling it up to save her modesty as the pair of dilated blues darted back and forth in the dark. Soon, the potent smell of fear was replaced by the acrid tinge of fear.<br/><br/>“What the<i>fuck</i>...” She finally mustered her voice to yell at the man. Only her startled gaze locked with his for the first time with the words and, spine bowing up, she froze in place before she could inch herself right over the edge of the bed and off it. Risen up on her knees with her shoulders back and head spinning tall, she looked at him like he might be the ghost from Christmas fucking past. “Who the<i>fuck </i>are you?”<br/><br/>Now, such vulgarity coming from such a sweet faced girl was almost laughable. Except with the last spoken words, something shifted in its fear laden edge. A different kind of flutter danced low in her belly as someone else's memory invaded her mind, foggy, and more of a sensation than anything. Something, somewhere, in her mind's eye clicked that<b>she knew this man. </b>It was that instinct that gave her pause now to bunch the button nub nose up on her face. Her voice softened, but grew no less wary, when she addressed him again. “Who are you? And tell me why I shouldn't call the cops.”<br/><br/>The tremble was still there alongside the brave, hitched thread that rode her query. Her hand was already inching closer to the phone that still rested on her bed with half its bars left.