Blaze groaned slightly as the first thoughts of consciousness invaded his mind. Was it really time to get up and face the day? Sighing, he stretched and rolled over, throwing back the covers and climbing to his feet. After a trip to the bathroom, he wandered downstairs into the kitchen, a daily routine. He stepped through the door. clicking on the button on the coffee machine. He turned on the TV as he walked buy, pausing to check the weather and few stocks he had interest in. It was always the same, sighing, he went to get his coffee, and to gaze out the window.<br/><br/>Red car, 6:24 AM, northwest to downtown, Ms. Jhonson and three kids going off to the day. 6 minutes later, the mailman, coming up the left side of the street.  He turned back to get a  glance at the temperature,  and turned back, 6:36, Thorn standing, knocking at his door.<br/><br/>A pause. "Thorn?" he muttered under his breath, nearly dropping his cup with surprise. Smiling he walked towards the door, setting his cup down and reaching for the door handle.<br/><br/><em>Blaze moved closer to her, wrapping his arms around the first person who might actually make it out of his basement alive. He tilted her chin up, kissing her lush red lips softly, savoring her taste in his lips. Slowly, he ran his hand along her form, feeling her curves, he  reached behind her, a sweep of his arm sending the remains of the animal experiment to the ground, a sloppy mess of fur, intestines and blood. Slowly, he lifted her on to the table,  undoing her top shirt buttons and kissing freshly exposed skin.  When the shirt was shed, he moved down to  her skirt, stealing a trail of kisses along the exposed territory of her womanly flesh. He  methodically worked away at the clasps of her undergarments, then his own clothing, a pile amasing on the Floor, he moved up on to the counter, his muscular form bearing down on top of her, he took her, hard passionate, a little clumsily for a first time, but she was his, first a friend, then a lab partner, now his lover. To have and to hold, for life eternal. </em><br/><br/><br/>HE smiled, the fond memories coming back, the first of many couplings they had, as he reached for the door, pulling it open  and gazing down at her, words stuck in his throat for something to say. Nothing seemed right, until on instinct, he pulled her close, enveloping her mouth with his, bringing her back into his arms and his life, a flare of passion erupting from the smoldering ashes  she had burned down to in his heart over time.  No words were needed, he  held her once more, turning her inside, and closing the door with his foot.