Breakfast

You wake up in the best way possible: Eye to eye, smile to smile, and breast to breast with Miranda.

"Morning babe." She coos.

"Morning."

You share a kiss which leads to another and another until Miranda puts a finger on your lips. "Food first. I'm starving."

"That's fair."

The two of you peel out of bed and into your clothes. Once dressed, you move towards the kitchen, your noses hit by cooking. In the room, you see Sarah flipping pancakes. She turns her head, wearing a grin on her face. "Hey guys."

"Hey." You say.

"So you dealt with the demon?"

"Sure did. What about you?"

"I have my ways of getting off." She winks at you.

"Is Tom still out cold?"

"Yeah, but he's breathing. Suppose I owe you two breakfast?"

"We won't argue with it." Miranda states.

The three of you sit down at Sarah's table, where you share pancakes and details of what happened last night. Sarah only alludes what happens in the interview room, but it's more than enough to get you erect. After you eat your last bite, Tom approaches the table, rubbing his forehead.

"Morning sleepyhead." Sarah asks.

"Morning..." Tom groans.

"You alright man?" You ask.

"Yeah... What the hell happened?"

"You wouldn't believe it." Sarah states.

"Uhh shit, I must've gotten fucked up. I've got a crazy hangover."

"Want me to call an Uber for you dude?"

"Can't you take me home?"

"Sorry, but we're all a little hungover."

"Right... Sorry."

"It's cool."

After Sarah hails an Uber for Tom, he heads outside. Sitting back down, Miranda asks "Should we tell him?"

Sarah shrugs. "He wouldn't believe it."

"True."

"You know what we should do though?"

"What?"

Sarah's foot grazes yours. "We should reward our hero over here."

"Uh, I've been rewarded. Trust me." You state.

"I think he deserves more of a reward. Don't you Miranda?"

To your surprise, Miranda says "Sure."

In shock, you turn to Miranda with a raised eyebrow.

"What? You did save the day John. I think you've earned a threesome."