"mmmmmm" Daria's answer was less verbal than she had intended as her moan turned to a purr as Mike hit the spot.

Nope, its a good thing, a very good thing her thoughts were obviously distracted but at the same time very focused.

"MMmm... glad you think so. We like it a little rough sometimes, then?"

He wasn't giving her much of an opportunity to come up with a reply, verbal or otherwise. Evidently, he wanted her to get a little aggressive back with him.

Daria grinned. "Yesssss" She wrapped her tail tightly around one of his legs and unsheathed her claws a little bit gently digging them into his back.

Rather than trying to stop her, Mike seemed to enjoy it. With something like a growl, he crawled up and kissed her hard, posessively almost, his hands roaming down her body.

((And of course, things only got rougher from this point... but we'll just leave that to everyone's imagination))

"You totally defeat the purpose of my nap." Daria said grinning, her breath still not normal. She kept her claws unsheathed as she looked at the tiny red scratches on Mike's chest and shoulders.

"What can I say, I wanted to make sure you could fall asleep tonight," he grinned, kissing her lightly. The scratches didn't seem to bother him.

Daria laughed. "well thank you." She yawned and stretched. "I think you succeeded. She leaned into him.

"Mmmm, good to know. Hungry?"

Daria smiled. "I'm always hungry." She said grabbing her clothes and getting dressed. She looked for her sweater which she had clumsily placed somewhere else.

"What should we get?"

"How about we get Chinese delivered for a change, then let everyone drool while we eat it?" he grinned.

"Damn skippy!" Daria agreed not bothering to look for her shoes. She snuggled under the covers.

Mike laughed and picked up his cell phone, dialing the chinese place. From the size of the order he placed, it seemed that he was expecting a lot of moochers to wander past the kitchen while they were eating.

"He said it'd be a half hour. Care to come so we can claim the dining room?"

Daria thought about it. She stood and grabbed another sweater to put on under the one she was wearing.

Slipping her shoes into her sneakers she nodded.

"Yeah, thats a good idea."

Mike smiled and waited for her. "Let's go, then."

((which they did, right on down to the kitchen))

Daria was almost sleep-walking to the room after the Trip to D.C.


She had just come back from the Doc Prof who fixed her hands. He didn't really belive that it had to do with the fight back home but he had nothing else to go on. He knew about the green stone but she hadn't told him anything about how it was affecting her. She was forcing herself to belive it would all go away if she ignored it. Unhealthy. she knew but she didn't want to deal with anything else.

She just didn't want to. She flopped down on th bed after a quick shower.