Risky Moves

In the morning, Vixen left the two boys curled up in bed. Raven’s eyes opened briefly as she left the shower, before he closed them again. Shadow wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him closer, and snuggled into Raven’s dark hair.

“Aww,” she leaned over to deliver them kisses, breathing in the warm scent of their skin. “Snuggly boys.”

“Don’t go,” Raven tried to pull her back into bed, but she laughed and eased away with lingering kisses.

“I must, my pet.”

Raven heaved a sigh. “It’s not even eight.”

“Do you have to work today?” She wondered as she sat on the edge of the bed to lace up her boots.

“Should do,” he muttered, lured to the edge of sleep by Shadow’s hot body against his. “Have a surveillance job that gets active around ten.”

“Should I set you an alarm?” She offered.

He groaned pressing his face into the pillow. She took that as a yes and programmed the smart device on the bedside to wake him at nine thirty.

She paused in the doorway in order to look at them with