Warren Final

After catching his breath, Warren tenderly moves Alyssa off his chest, laying her softly into the bed. He rises hurriedly and strides to the bathroom, grabbing two hand towels and a body towel. After all his earlier words about not liking a mess when he was on the couch wasn't just a joke or a way to get Alyssa to swallow his seed. Warren truly doesn't like leaving a mess, setting the towels down on the bed he grabs a hand towel and begins to dry off Alyssa's sweaty body.

Warren tenderly wiped Alyssa's body, his touch light and unhurried. He gently caressed her neck and shoulders, trailing down her back and front, taking great care not to linger too long or over stimulate her nipples with his touch. His cleansing of her stomach and ass was done with a delicate hand before he moved onto her legs, sweeping his fingers over each limb with a gentle and caring touch. After he had finished with her legs, Warren brought the hand towel back up to Alyssa's no doubt sore and sensitive pussy, working to collect all of his excess cum leaking from her hole.

It takes a bit before the cum stops flowing from Alyssa's vagina, no doubt more still inside her waiting to be expelled from her body. In this moment of respite, Warren opens the blanket lying on the bed and takes the body towel to spread it over the now open bed, before tenderly picking Alyssa's body up and laying her down in the bed, her head nestled into the pillows and her buttocks and hips being met by the soft yet rough fabric of the towel. Alyssa will no doubt be leaking cum well into the night with how much Warren had pumped into her, so it's best to have something there to catch it.

Warren tenderly tucked the blanket around Alyssa, cocooning her in a comforting embrace. His own body still damp from their shared exertions, he grabbed a towel to dry himself off, glancing at her as she lay still, no doubt drained from their passionate encounter. After Warren finished drying himself off he moves to open the window on his side of the bed just a crack to let a cool breeze in and disperse the heady aroma of sex that lingers in the room.

Opening the window just a bit, the sound of rain intensified, cold air billowing in, pelting against Warren's bare skin. Leaving the window open just a crack Warren moves to exit the bedroom, picking up his shirt from the bedroom floor and walking back into the dark living room. Warren quickly spots his pants and underwear by the couch, picking up his clothes from the floor Warren places them on the back of the couch. His gaze shifts to the clock by the TV; 'Almost midnight,' he thinks, 'better get to bed, got a big day tomorrow.' His feet move quickly towards the kitchen, pouring two glasses of water, before retracing his steps to the bedroom, where Alyssa was waiting for him.

Setting a glass down on the night stand near Alyssa, Warren says tenderly "Here is some water should you need it now, in the middle of the night, or when you wake up." Alyssa smiles in appreciation and thanks Warren. Warren then walks around the bed, takes a sip from his own glass, and sets it down on his nightstand before climbing into the bed, escaping the slight chill that still lingers from the parted window.

After nestling into bed, Warren feels Alyssa's warmth as she snuggles against him. He tenderly pulls her closer, caressing her hair with his fingertips. Warren gazes out the window, mesmerized by the peaceful sound of the raindrops hitting the windowpane. Drifting away to the serenity of the night, he holds Alyssa close as they drift off to sleep.

The first thing Warren notices when he wakes up is the familiar patter of the rain. 'Ah, still raining' he thinks, with a small hint of disappointment. 'No sun, guess the city needed a more thorough cleaning.' Warren muses. The second thing he notices is the slight chill of the room as he feels the cold on his face and warmth enveloping his side. He remembers the cracked window he opened before bed no doubt causing the slight chill, then he looked to his side and saw Alyssa's peaceful face resting on his chest, her arms and legs wrapped around him.

'Guess she doesn't like the cold.' Warren muses before searching the bedroom for a clock to check the time. '6:30, a half hour later than usual. I guess I was more tired then I thought after last night. I have an hour and half left before my time is up.' Warren looks down at Alyssa sleeping figure pressed against his own and decides to spend a portion of his time watching her sleep. Focusing on the sound of the rain and Alyssa's face as she sleeps, the small inhales and exhales of her breathing, feeling her naked figure under the sheets clinging to his, the peaceful silence of the early morning coupled with the gentle warmth from Alyssa's body brings a comfort to Warren's mind.

Warren finds himself drawn into the feeling as time passed, for a few seconds he even loses himself in the feeling, relishing the peaceful normal actions of the quiet morning. However time passes and nothing lasts forever, half an hour has passed and Warren needs to get up and start his day. As gently and quietly as he can Warren tries to detach Alyssa from him without waking her as he attempts to get out of bed. Warren attempt fails as he notices Alyssa's bleary eyes slowly open when he gets out of the bed.

"Good morning," Warren said softly, trying not to disrupt the tranquil morning. "My time is over in an hour, I also got a big day today so I need to start my day, I'm sorry for waking you." As Warren headed towards the bathroom door, he paused in the doorway and looked back at Alyssa, her form still cocooned in the blankets, watching him silently. "If you'd like, you can join me in the shower," he offered, his voice full of inviting warmth. Alyssa's gaze remained locked on him for a moment before she replied, her voice soft and alluring. "I think I'll stay in bed."

"Ah, that makes sense, After all the second skill I put down was sleeps in late. Can't have you not using that skill now can we." Warren said, his lips curling into a smile as he accepted the rejection. He made his way into the bathroom, his bare feet padding across the floor moving to turn the shower on. While Warren waited for the water to heat up he peeked his head back into the bedroom to find Alyssa already snuggled back into the blankets, her eyes closed in peaceful slumber. 'Ah, the luxury of sleeping in,' Warren thought to himself, a wave of envy washing over him. His lips curved into a contented smile as he watched her, before finally turning to head back into the bathroom. Warren stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading down his body, washing away his troubles.

While Warren was washing himself, running his soapy hands through his hair and across his lean physique, his hands run along his left chest feeling the bumps and ridges of his ghastly scar. 'She truly is a pro.' Warren thinks recalling how after he took his shirt off and Alyssa's hands scoured his body in needy desire, Alyssa's hands barely even stopped when she touched his ghastly skin. No hint of surprise crossed her face, no words spoken, no stopping of movements, just continued our passionate actions.

Warren ran his finger along the jagged scar, tracing its outline as the warm droplets cascaded down his body. 'A trick that can be pulled only once.' He mused. 'A secret miracle between me and God that is now exposed to the devils eyes.' Warren's gaze lifting to the showerhead, he remembers the words he had spoken after the late night crime special with Alyssa. 'or was it the other way around?' he wondered before shutting off the water and stepping out of the shower.

Warren starts drying his body off, being thorough as he isn't intending to leave wet footprints across the floor when he walked. As Warren stepped out of the bathroom, he couldn't help but smile at the sight of Alyssa still fast asleep in bed. He tiptoed quietly into the living room, his eyes immediately falling on his clothes he left on the back of the couch the night before and putting them on. Finished getting dressed Warren makes his way to the kitchen planning on making some breakfast.

Opening the fridge, Warren surveyed the unused ingredients from last night's dinner, searching for something that would be suitable to eat both now and later. After grabbing a few items, he set about cooking breakfast. As he cooked, Warren filled the containers he had set out for Alyssa's portion. Once he was done, he served himself at the dining room table. After finishing his breakfast, Warren returned to the kitchen to begin washing the dishes from the night before, as well as the ones he had used for his meal.

Time quickly flew by for Warren as he completed his morning routine. Looking at the time, he noticed it was 7:51. Returning to the bedroom, Warren couldn't help but admire Alyssa, who was fast asleep. His presence was soon noticed, however, as Alyssa's eyes met his gaze from the doorway. "Hmm, for someone who is supposed to be a late sleeper, you sure do wake up a lot in the morning," Warren remarked with a smile. "I may have the sleeps in late skill, Warren, but it doesn't come with the deep sleeper skill," Alyssa retorted. "I'll make a note of that the next time I visit," Warren teased. "Would you like me to bring you some breakfast? I cooked up some and left you a portion," he offered. "No, that's okay. I'll be back asleep soon," Alyssa reassured him before snuggling back into the covers.

The two spend a couple of moments in silence, Warren's eyes fixed on Alyssa's curled up figure in the bed, and Alyssa lying in bed trying to drift off to sleep once more. Warren reflects on the night they spent together, the unease he felt when he read Alyssa's profile, followed by a wave of relief when she opened the door and it didn't turn out the way he had feared. The lighthearted banter they shared while cooking and dining, then the comfortable lull of silence they enjoyed on the couch as they watched a show, and the way she gradually nestled up closer to him as the night deepened.

Towards the end of the show her slight head movements rubbing against his crotch teasing him, before they got to the credits and he shared his own thoughts on miracles. The silence that followed his words being a prelude to the way they would share but a few words the rest of the night, instead we spent it consumed by burning lust, clawing at each others bodies trying to quench the burning fire that took hold in our loins tell we fell asleep. Waking up had been nice, although Warren preferred rainy nights followed by sun kissed mornings, hearing the morning rain wasn't all bad.

Overall the experience had been everything Warren had asked for, the ordinary night had been the epitome of casualness he desired. It wasn't a night full of love or just meaningless sex consumed by lust, it was something in-between. Taking his eyes off of Alyssa Warren glances at the clock, noticing only a few minutes left before he has to leave, Warren stops leaning on the doorframe and slowly opens his mouth.

"Thanks" Warren says into the quiet room. Alyssa rolling over to face Warren who was standing in the doorway. "For a few moments during our time together I truly lost myself in the experience and forgot everything outside of these walls." Warren continued looking into Alyssa eyes trying to convey just how grateful he truly was. "Your welcome" Alyssa says. "I'm pretty good at my job aren't I." She states before rolling back over in the bed.

Hearing Alyssa's response Warren leaves the room making his way to the door as his time has reached zero. Warren collected his shoes, coat, and hat from the rack and slowly trudged out the door, chewing on Alyssa's final words. 'good at your job, huh.' When Warren exits the door he is greeted by a female staff member with a deep blue armband around her left arm waiting for him.

The staff member guides Warren back through the corridors, his footsteps echoing off the walls. When he returns to the reception desk, he finds it now occupied by a male staff member wearing a white armband. The box he placed his belongings in sits atop the desk. When Warren approaches, the attendant behind the desk slides a piece of paper towards Warren and speaks. "Please verify that all your items have been returned and that the details on the paper are correct."

Warren opens the box and collects his items, before taking a look at the paper. The paper has the details about the cost of Warren stay and any fines he may have occurred during, before listing the total price at the bottom. There is a place for Warren to sign his name and a question if he wishes to have the remaining money transferred back into his account or if he would like to open an account with the Rose Manor.

Marking for the option to have the money returned to him, Warren signs his name and hands the paper back to the receptionist before turning around and walking toward the door. On his way out Warren can hear the receptionist thanking him for his patronage and hoping that he returns soon. Warren exits the building to be greeted by the same view as when he entered the previous evening.

The pavement shimmered with puddles, the shuffling crowds of people seeming to move in a collective rhythm, all prepared for the inclement weather. 'It's going to be a big day today' Warren thought with a determined glint in his eye, as he stepped out of the Rose Manor and merged into the bustling crowd.