"Molly. Breakfast." I jumped a little at my spot in the kitchen as Roxanne's raspy voice came to my ears nearly right behind me, one of her hands had wandered a little too close to my stomach as she stood behind me, pulling back my messy brown hair and pressing kisses to the back of my neck.

After the whole Dimitri fiasco, she had fallen asleep, leaving me to drag her lazy ass off to bed before I retired as well.

"Y-yes!" I squeaked, "what do you want?" I asked, turning a little to look at the zombie that was Roxanne Summers, the worlds' most famous author.

"Omelet." She grunted, slumping onto one of the barstools before promptly dropping her head onto the wooden counter with a groan.

Of all the things I had learned about Roxanne in my short days, a person who hates mornings was not something I expected.

I sighed softly and turned back to the stove, starting her omelet before she spoke again, her voice soft.

"My manager is coming today." She mumbled, not lifting her head from the table.

"R-really?" I asked, looking back briefly, flipping her finished omelet before serving it to her, in which she stabbed at the food with her fork, shoving a piece into her mouth.

I blinked and watched as she hungrily devoured the food with gusto, looking a little more awake once she'd finished.

"Yeah. Her name is Luca." She said, looking up at me, her eyes suddenly sharp.

"W-what?!" I asked, flinching under her gaze as her eyes flickered over my nightgown clad form.

"You should wear lingerie." She said shortly, smirking a little as my face lit up with a blush like a Christmas tree.

"W-w-w-whaa?!" I shrieked, jumping away from the stove as Roxanne stood from the barstool, smirking a little as she readied herself to start running.

"I have some that'll fit you!" She sang, starting to chase after me as I shrieked again, running as fast as I could to the staircase.

She, of course, caught up to me quickly. Who knew satin nightgowns were so hard to run in?

"Let me go, you giant!" I yelled as she picked me up bridal style, already walking at a brisk pace to her room, slamming the door closed and dropping me on the bed.

"You'll look great!" She urged as she walked over to her wardrobe, taking out a pair of baby-blue panties with a matching bra and garters.

"N-n-n-no way am I wearing that!" I shrieked, making a break for the door, but before I knew it, Roxanne had me pinned down and was starting to force the bottom of my nightgown up.

"H-hey! Stop! I can put them on myself!" I yelped, kicking and struggling as Roxanne reached her hands in, grabbing the hem of underwear, about to pull them down.

"W-w-w-w-wait! I can do this myself I yelled, my hands pushing at Roxanne's face as she paused, looking up with a pouty face.

"Awe! I wanted to see kitten's body!" She whined making me flush a brighter red.

"N-no way!" I snapped, "just... Just give me the stupid clothes.." I mumbled, feeling Roxanne's hands slowly retreat as she handed over the skimpy clothing before looking expectingly at me.

"W-what are you looking at?!" I squeaked, kicking gently at her chest, pushing her away from me.

"Get dressed." She said, smirking as she stood, brushing her own nightgown off.

"I want us to have a special day." She murmured, taking out a pair of lingerie as well, a dark red and gold one, before looking back at me, her eyes a bit darker than usual.

"Well? I want to see Kitten's body before we move on with the relationship, okay?" She asked, smiling and slipping into the next door bathroom.

"You have two minutes!" She called once the door closed.

"Don't disappoint me!"