Waking up after a mating fever was a little strange for Flint. It was like everything was in a haze and he got more impressions than anything else. As he lay on his back in his bed, his arm over his eyes as he thought back carefully to what had happened. He hated having gaps in his memories so he focused intently on trying to look through the mating haze in his head that coloured all his memories of the past few days.

Remembrance of sensations came first and he exhaled slowly, pushing through the heated emotions and feelings that almost rippled across his skin like phantoms. There wasn't a lot he got outside of impressions of sex. Like a lot of sex. Repeated rounds until he physically couldn't anymore and Gita was whining at him to leave her alone. He disliked there were still gaps in his memory but he knew it was unlikely he would get more than that so moved his arm and then sat up. The room was dark, it smelled a bit like sex still, and mating hormones, and female.

He glanced over and Gita was curled up underneath the blanket and a curious softness entered Flint and he reached over and tugged the blanket up her a bit more before he got out of the bed. He moved over to the window and opened it, letting the cool morning breeze blow away the lingering scents away. He didn't bother with clothes as he left the room, he did throw a glance backwards to make sure Gita was still sleeping. When he saw that her expression was still slack and she was still breathing even, he nodded to himself and headed for the bathroom.

He felt even better once he had a shower. He felt refreshed and he felt like he had so much clarity it almost hurt. His mind was crystal clear and it had been years since he had last felt like that. The issue was he was able to see exactly why everyone had been concerned for him. His actions had been reckless and suicidal, he could understand why he had done them but it didn't make it okay. He had put the entire team at risk when he pulled those moves, whether or not he had meant to, he had.

He frowned as he went back to the bedroom and moved over to grab some sweats from his dresser. He tugged them on before he went to the bed and brushed some of Gita's hair back. "I'm going to make breakfast, okay?" He brushed a kiss to her forehead and she gave a sleepy mumble, frowning slightly.

"Too sore, no more." It was a tired murmur and Flint smiled as her as she waved him off rolling over and covering her head with the blanket. He bent over again and tugged the blanket down so he could kiss her temple before reaching out and squeezing her hand gently. The softness was curious but he didn't begrudge it as he let her hand go and headed down stairs to the kitchen.

There was a tug inside of him that hadn't been there before, one that tugged him towards Gita but he figured that was simply the bond between them wanting to be more ingrained inside them both. There was an urge inside of him to go back upstairs and crawl back into bed to fuck her until she was mewling at him to stop again but he easily shook it off. They both needed food and a break from sex and now that he had control of his higher brain functions he was going to ensure his mate was taken care of. There would be time for more sex later.

He had an urge to check his phone to see if anyone messaged him or to potentially call Nalah to let her know he could be back on the team but he didn't. Right now he knew he needed to stay with Gita and continue to ensure their bond was solid. Mates who were separated too early in the bond building process could develop all sorts of issues like separation anxiety, aggression, and a bunch of other shit that he wasn't willing to let be an issue. He figured giving himself and Gita two weeks to really get settled as mates would be enough time.

He cracked some eggs into the pan, glad that his house keeper routinely swapped out the perishable groceries or took the older ones home. Some people thought it might be a waste of money but when Flint didn't know when he would be home and didn't want to waste time grocery shopping, it worked for him. He pulled some bacon from the freezer and set about making a mostly full spread breakfast.

Once everything was done and the dishes were set aside, he filled two plates and then carried them upstairs. Gita was still curled up underneath the blanket and Flint gave a wry smile as he set one of the plates on the bedside table and gently pulled the blanket back off of her. "Come on, love. Up you get." He gently shook her and she gave another sleepy protest and he chuckled. "It's breakfast, not sex." He watched as she paused and then cracked an eye open.

"Breakfast?" She sounded suspicious and he chuckled as he sat down beside her on the bed.

"Bacon, sausage, eggs, and some toast." He set her plate on his lap as he looked down at her and she adjusted her grip on the blanket and sat up a bit, looking at the plate.

"You made me breakfast?" She sounded so skeptical that Flint smirked as he nodded. He picked up the plate and held it out for her. "Why?" She took it and he grabbed his plate from the bedside table.

"Because." He found himself amused at how skeptical she was. He took a piece of bacon and started to eat it. "We can't exist on sex alone. Food is important. But we can keep trying with the sex if you want."

"Oh fuck you!" She swatted his shoulder but started eating as he chuckled. A silence fell between them, the only sound was utensils on plates. "So..." She started and Flint took a bite of eggs, waiting for her to continue. "What happens now?" She was glancing at him and he gave a small hum.

"Currently my instincts want to fuck you again but I say we go and get paperwork done." He glanced over at her and she stared up at him.

"Paperwork..." She trailed off and Flint nodded.

"Yah, go to the Justice of the Peace, legalize our pairing, go to the banks and get names added to accounts, go to my lawyers and get you added to the house deed and will. Paperwork." He shrugged, he had been working it over in his head since he had woken up. There was no divorce in this situation, she was his mate, everything of his was now hers. Flint knew shit would need to be smoothed out properly between him and Gita but the legal aspect of the situation needed to be fixed first.

"Oh." It came out small and he finished up his last strip of bacon.

"Done?" He glanced at her mostly empty plate and she nodded. "Good." He took it before bending down and giving her a quick kiss that had his instincts rising up to tell him to keep kissing her and forget about everything else. He pulled away from it and she looked half a second from pulling him back down. "Don't look at me like that, Gita." It came out of him a bit growled and she flushed before looking away from him.

He gave a small breath of amusement. "Spend some time getting dressed, having a shower. I'll be down stairs." He knew it was better to get away from her at the moment otherwise he was going to be crawling on top of her and starting up the last dredges of mating fever that still swirled in his veins.

They could do that later. Right now they had work to do.