<div align="center"><strong>-=Vincent Kincaid - Fighting off the army of Zzzzzzz's - Vincent's Quarters=-</strong></div><br/>Despite his best efforts to retain hold on consciousness, the monotonic reverberations added to the voices on the other side of the door were hypnotizing.  Between that and finding himself in the elusive super-comfy position the world around him became equal parts dream and reality.  Perhaps inspired by his half-attentive mind, Vincent visualized his girlfriend talking to Griff who wore nothing but a cape and an iconic logo on his chest displaying CNP while striking a dynamic action pose.  The two spoke, but their words did not register in his mind; though the two hallucinatory figures virtually ogled each other in a way that not only suggested restrained desires, but a sort of familiarity as though that had done so before.  The resulting pang of hurt that struck him in the chest was enough to pull him back into reality.<br/><br/>It took him a moment to sort out fact from fiction before he rejected that entire scene as being a construct of his imagination.  With that and the reassuring feeling of his trust and love Mae was enough to  wipe his feelings of doubt and depression along with them.<em>What a weird dream.</em><br/><br/>The sound of his door opening coaxed another slow deep breath to be drawn into his lungs in an impromptu yawn as he looked towards the source of the noise.  The sight of Mae's choice in familiar clothing caused his brow to rise with interest while blinking several times to make sure he wasn't dreaming again.  As she struck her post that caused his shirt to ride high enough for his libido to wake fully while at the same time remaining just modest enough to not require a strategically placed censor bar.  Even if just barely.  "Wow, that shirt looks so much better on you than it ever has on me.  As long as you promise to continue wearing it like that for me, you can have it."<br/><br/>Vincent's heart raced with anticipation as she pushed herself off the door frame and begun her slow approach to his bed, which was only exacerbated as her fingers began sensually unfastening the sole garment upon her beautiful body.  Even a blind man would have been able to see the excited expression on his face as he focused upon Mae's enticing movement.  When the shirt finally went into freefall, Vincent let out a low pleased moan with the vision before him.<br/><br/><em>“Did you order a wakeup call Mr. Kincaid?”</em><br/><br/>Her devious smile was matched by one of his own, if just a little more languid from recently waking.  "So you did get the note I left on your seat last night.  I was a little vague on how to get me up..."  Vincent allowed his eyes the chance to more thoroughly roam along her lean form before shifting beneath the blanket as his body reacted as one would expect from a male with an insatiable libido.  "But it would seem you got me up quite easily."  He made sure to punctuate that double entendre with a suggestive wink just to make sure she got it.  Shifting to the side, he moved her pillow back to his rightful position while making room for her to join him.  "It looks a little chilly out there.  I kept our cocoon of blankets nice and warm if you would like to join me, my love."