Hectic Morning.

"Two persons at the front door."

I groaned and buried my face into my pillow.

"Audio." The robotic charm said.

"Greg, open this door this instant!" My mother scolded.

Oh fuck. I shot up out of bed and sped over to the security screen anchored to the wall next to the door. It showed my mother, furious, and a shorter, dark-skinned woman, standing uncomfortably, at the door. Shit, shit, shit! I took a step out into the living room before feeling the cold air on my nuts. I quickly ran back in and threw on last night's pants.

"Ashley!" I grabbed her shirt and threw it at her, but she just groaned and clutched the pillow tighter. Her bareback glowed in the morning sunlight.

"I pay for this damn apartment; you better let me in!" I turned and rushed to the door. I opened it and my mother frowned. "Why isn't my fingerprint in the security system?"

"Uh, because I removed it?" I retorted sarcastically.

"Unacceptable." She scoffed before storming past me to the dining table.

Wow. "Come on in then," I muttered sarcastically before gesturing for the shorter lady to enter. I could tell from her demeanor that she was likely a poor lab tech that had been drafted into my mother's regiment. She cautiously entered and seemed shocked at the apartment. She looked down and adjusted her clothes as if she felt underdressed for a visit. Meanwhile, I stood there dressed only in my sweatpants.

"Did you just wake up?" My mother frowned and shook her head. I closed the door and walked over to her watching as she unloaded her bag onto my table. She checked her watch. "It's nearly eleven o'clock."

"Yes, Mom, I just woke up. At 10:43, a normal time that normal people wake up on a Sunday." I looked at the other woman for backup, but she was staring in awe at the view outside my windows.

"What happened to your arms?" Mother asked, grabbing my elbow and pulling me for a closer look. I saw the red scratches Ashley 's nails had inflicted and quickly pulled away.

I snatched my arm from her grasp, and she gave me a stern look, which I returned. "It's nothing."

"Ms. Miller, please stop loli-gagging and set up your test kit." Mother called to the woman, who quickly hurried over with her plastic hard-case.

"Greg, I've news on your condition." Mother said calmly.

I looked at her face, but could not discern the nature of what she had to say. Mother opened her mouth to speak, but there was a pregnant pause...

"Greg?"

We all turned to see Ashley standing naked in the bedroom doorway. She was rubbing her eyes and had a distinct red mark above one nipple. She opened her eyes. "Shit!" Quickly, she disappeared from the doorway, and everyone stared in disbelief as I grimaced.

"She…?" Mother's gaze slowly went from Ashley to me. "Do you…?"

"Uh, yeah…" I breathed.

She ran her fingers over the scratches on my arm. Envy filled her face. "It was that good…"

"Ew! Gross, Mom!" I stepped away, disgusted.

"Ahem." Ms. Miller stared down at the table before her, obviously as uncomfortable as I was. "Dr. Hart…"

"Oh, uh, yes." Mother said, pulling herself together, very obviously embarrassed. "My apologies." She straightened her pantsuit and cleared her voice. She looked at me and smiled. "It worked!"

"Yeah," I said, still feeling weird. "It did."

Ms. Miller smiled and began rambling excitedly. "We knew early this morning, that theoretically, it should work, but didn't know how fast it would happen, but Dr. Hart-"

"Greg?" Ashley called. I turned to see her peeking out through the door. "Little help?"

Uh oh. I turned to both of them. "Hold that thought." I rushed into the bedroom. Ashley was standing in the bathroom, brushing her hair, wearing her bra, pants, and shoes. She turned to me, "Where the fuck is my shirt?"

"I threw it at you, its-"

"Find it please?" Desperation filled her face and voice.

I ran over to the bed and ripped the covers off. "I've got to meet my mom for lunch across town in like 10 minutes!" I climbed onto the bed and threw the pillows off in vain. "If I'm late again, she's gonna be pissed."

"Then tell her it's my fault," I said, fumbling with the covers trying to get something to fall out.

"Do we really want her to know about us… already?" Ashley asked wearily.

"No, probably not, have you told her about my research?" I asked, throwing down the covers.

"No…"

"Then…" I grunted, struggling to lift up the mattress before realizing how stupid that was. "Tell her I needed your help with something, I don't know. As far as she knows we're just friends." Where's the fucking shirt?!

"Yeah, I guess." She agreed. "Though, I've blamed you before, and she wasn't satisfied."

"Woooow, okay." I laughed. "I see how it is."

"Yeah," she giggled, "and I don't want her to dislike you anymore now that we're… you know."

"Yeah," I said, seeing the white tank-top wedged between the nightstand and the bed. I walked back to the other side and saw her. She was half-dressed, with messy hair and no makeup. Yet, she was still the most beautiful sight I'd ever behold.

"Gimme the damn top, Greg." She scolded as I stood there, gawking. I tossed it to her and picked up my shirt. We both finished getting dressed, and she huffed.

"What?" I said, walking over to her. She looked in the mirror and pointed at her breast. The red mark was only half-covered by the low-cut tank-top. I hugged her from behind and smiled.

"I can't go like this." She sighed. I kissed her shoulder. "Dammit, Greg!" She spun around and looked at me. "Just had to do it, huh?"

I could tell her frown was only an attempt to make me feel guilty, so I placed my hands on her hips and pressed our bodies together. "Yeah." She smiled, and we kissed. "Sure was fun, though?" I whispered and palmed her breast.

"Yeah." She hummed as I caressed her ass and chest. "It was." She leaned forward and we shared a quick kiss. I eased my grip and she spun back around to the mirror. "Today is gonna be a wreck, though."

"Already is." I sighed, knowing my fate of questions, testing, and awkwardness. As we stared at each other in the mirror, I was drawn to her gentle smile and her chocolate eyes, my fears faded. I could face it all as long she was by my side.

"Shall we?"

"After you."