[C] The Second Meeting (For Rai)

Hanna licked the back of the spoon she had dunked in a jar of peanut butter.

Giacinto had worked her hard today and she was taking a much needed break before the Vampire wanted her back in bed again.

She was dressed like she had just rolled out of bed, too. Her tanned, lithe body was clad in only an over-large pink sweater. Her tousled brown hair was flowing over her shoulders with every idle movement as she licked at her peanut butter spoon and waited for the kettle to boil.

She was craving a good steaming mug of coffee.

Raisa yawned loudly as she ran her hands through her tousled blue hair.

Liq had slept over last night which meant not much sleeping had been happening and she had slept in late.

Sleeping in late had earned her a face full of slobber as Zeus got over the fence, inpatient for his meal and took it upon himself to wake her.

The large dog followed her into the kitchen, guiding her in since she was only half awake.

Raisa didn't even notice the woman at first and instead went straight to the fridge to get the dog food.

Hatshe was all curled up in bed with Liq so she wouldn't be eating until a little later when they both crawled out of bed, she envied the man for having a much more laid-back dog.

"You look like you had a fun night. Use him well, did you?" her voice purred. She leered at the woman, eyeing her tousled form from head to toe.

The kettle clicked and Hanna held it up. "Coffee?" she asked, in a show of good faith. After a few hours of good sex, even Hanna ended up in a good mood.

While she waited for Rai's answer, the woman set about making her own coffee.

"I always do."

She replied before actually looking up and seeing who it was.

Her sleepy gaze narrowed a little as she gave the woman a soft glare.

The offer of coffee though made her less hostile.

"Yeah, thanks."

She muttered before feeding the dog.

"How do you take it?"

Hanna leaned back and gave a teasing little smirk. "If you get coffee orders wrong here, you're best just leaving the country. Giving an Italian the wrong coffee is not a pretty sight."

Tall and dark and tan, you would have thought Hanna was Italian herself if not for the way she had spoken. Her accent was definitely a thick Italian one.