I awoke with a bit of a start

I hadn't slept in a strange bed for a long time. When I felt myself regaining consciousness, the soft touch of a woman's leg reminded me of what had occurred. I think I had lost track of the number of times Kaila and I had come together during the night to touch, caress, and finally join together. Over and over. It was a pleasant thought, but my entire body felt a bit sore.

"Hey... you..." I heard Kaila's voice, soft at my ear. "Glad to see that wasn't a dream."

My stomach grumbled, and I realized exactly how long it had been since I had eaten. I looked over her wild blonde hair, with one of the worst cases of bed head I'd seen in quite some time. Yeah, we had been sweating a bit the previous night.

"Heh. So, I don't know about you, but when I'm staying at somebody's house, I usually make breakfast."

"Marry me." She mumbled against the pillow.

I snickered at the joke, and realized that I had no idea where most of my clothes were.

"Ok, which way's your bathroom, by the way?" I asked. How many hours had we been in bed together?

"First door. Second door is Carla. She's Probably still asleep." Kaila mumbled. "I take my coffee with cream and sugar..." She patted my hip with her hand. "I'm... give me a little time. " She dropped her head onto the pillow again, and her eyes closed while a contented smile creased her features.

I spotted my boxer shorts on the floor along with the rest of Kaila's scattered clothes, and I grabbed them after gently rolling out of bed.

I stepped carefully towards the door, and as I did so took the opportunity to step into my boxers, one leg at a time.

"Nice butt..." Kaila murmured from the bed as my hand came down on the doorknob.

I grinned back at her over my shoulder as I pulled the door open and stepped out onto the upstairs landing. It was still slightly dark, and I could make out both doors at the end of the hall. Wait... They were the same distance away...

I pushed open the door on the left, hoping that logically the bathroom would be between the bedrooms. When I noted the toilet and shower bath combination inside, along with an absolute ton of items scattered around the sink, I knew I had the right room.

I glanced at myself in the mirror, noting that I looked like I had just... well, I looked very well satisfied. There was a large hickey on the inside of my neck. I don't remember at what point Kaila had left it there. A few scratch marks, but overall, I looked... well, I looked happy, which is something I hadn't been for a long time.

I took care of morning business, grabbing a quick shower and spotting a comb, tried to make some semblance of my hair. It wasn't working much, but at least I looked less like Doc Brown's younger brother. Now the question was, where had I left my clothes? I thought I had left them downstairs. Welp, I had to get down there to make breakfast, anyway.

I exited the bathroom, my bare feet padding along the soft carpet of the landing. It was then that I noticed the soft sound of conversation from downstairs. Wait, no, there was music... ok, that was a sound effect. Somebody was playing a game downstairs.

I descended the stairs slowly, hearing more clearly the sounds. The sound of the first Feminine "Fus Ro Dah" made it very clear what was playing played. I looked on the screen to see an orc woman blasting a large tiger off of a cliff with a shout. Yep, Kaila knew what she was doing.

"Just grinding, or have you actually finished it yet?" I asked Kaila, who was sitting on the couch with a controller in her hands, attention on the screen.

My statement was met with an instantaneous three tabbed menu appearing on the television, and the woman on the couch looking back at me sharply. Kaila seemed to boggle for a moment, and I felt her eyes drift over me in a way that I wasn't expecting. It was almost like I was being appraised. Her eyes dropped lower and then she dropped the controller on the couch.

She stood, and crossed past me towards the stairs. She was fully clothed I noted, wearing a pair of Pajama bottoms and a stained A-shirt. Her hand came down on the railing three times in succession and she shouted up the stairs in a voice that I had heard moaning passionately the night before.

"DIBS!"

From upstairs I heard almost the exact same tenor respond.

"You CAN'T CALL DIBS!"

The woman near me looked at me with a once over, then returned her attention upstairs.

"I can TOTALLY call dibs!" She shouted back, "You didn't call it when you came in."

I realized that I had just met Carla.

"So, uhm, I'm making breakfast," I began.

"DIIIIIBS!" Carla shouted again, loudly. She looked at me with a broad smile, and even with the hair pulled back into a ponytail and the unkempt look, I had to admit she was hot. Add to that the fact that I already knew exactly what was under those clothes as I had just had...

Dammit... the last thing I needed to get right now was hard. I noted my pants lying in a pile and grabbed them up rapidly. There was my shirt...

"Get fucked, it's Mine!" Came the voice from upstairs and I heard the sound of feet dropping onto the floor.