Ordering pizza

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In all her years of training and crime fighting, Cassandra had never felt this sore. Legs feeling like half-broken sticks, stomach aching and empty, throat parched, and eyes red from the lack of sleep. Aaron was doing marginally better. He was naturally gifted but he wasn't a Kryptonian. His stamina had its limits and he couldn't replenish it at the touch of the sunlight.

Head against the headboard of his bed with Cassandra laying on his chest, it was a nice moment he didn't want ripped apart. Neither of them felt like getting up to make something, so they instead ordered something from Luigi's Pizza. They were known for their authentic Napoli slices, which Aaron and Cassandra had both attested to the last time they had fucked. It revitalized them better than an energy drink.

The soles of her foot unintentionally rubbed his shaft. The pair shared a sigh. The emotion released was not of relief but of delight and possibilities. The day seemed bright and they were so cozy and comfortable.

Cassandra's stomach grumbled. Aaron snorted with laughter.

Twenty minutes later, there was somebody at the door. Aaron groaned and started to get up but Cassandra pushed him down, insinuating that she would do it.

"Wallet is in my jacket," Aaron yawned out. Cassandra sent him a thumbs-up and retrieved it from the jacket on the rack. The sultry air of the apartment prompted her to stretch an arm up. As she opened the door the pizza delivery man was in for one hell of a sight.

If there was one thing Cassandra sorely lacked at the most crucial moments, it was common sense. Sure, she wasn't an idiot but there was the rare occasion where everyday etiquette would slip past her mind. She yawned and didn't make much of a face as she handed the innocent pizza delivery man the money, all the while she was stark naked. B-cup breasts, pretty little cunt, signs of muscle and scars. The pizza guy was dumbfounded, his movements withdrawn, taking his time in taking out the three boxes. He wondered why the fuck this Chinese chick was standing there in the nude, aloof and sleepy.

"Err, here's your change."

The coins fell into the palm of her hand one-by-one. Cassandra yawned again. "Mm."

Then she shut the door.

The poor pizza man was left bewildered and dazed.