Locking up the shop, my feet were dragging against the sidewalk as I finally rounded the corner to my place. Pushing the lock into the small hole, stepping inside flicking a light on. Closing the door kicking my shoes off, before dropping everything else on the counter. Tried as my eyes dared to close mid step on me, my yawning body begging for a bed. As my knees hit the mattress, everything in me gave out letting me sink into the covers.

    “Oh yes” Moaning as I clawed to grab my pillow. The intoxicating smell of male, filled not only my nose but my room as well. Daring my eyes to open even a little bit, I half assed rolled over to see. Twins blocked my doorway, groaning I rolled back over not caring. Things sounded like they were dropping, which I didn’t even care about. I was so tired a blazing fire could have been ready to eat me, and I would of told it not to forget the Heinz  57 Sauce.
    “You need to remember to lock your door, love”

    “Lots of crazy bastards out there” Van purred after Owen.
    “Great, I’ll keep that in mind. Now shhh, sleepy sleep time” Patting someone’s face. It sounded like Van, as my clothes started being removed. Without the energy to fight over even help, I sort of felt like a baby. Cold air made me shiver as I pushing the covers away, digging into them. Pushing up against me, my body soon felt the heat I was looking for. Yawning with a squeak at the end, I snuggled closer to them. Without much else to remember, I soon let the sleep take over my body.

My alarm goes off, causing a fir of groans. Reaching over I tap something which shuts the sound off. Every inch of me feels like its on fire, kicking the sheets off I’m still hot. What the hell is my heat on, wiggling around to find a cold spot.

    “Stop moving baby” A husky voice groans, pulling me deeper into the heat. Shooting my eyes open, as half naked twins are curled like large Irish wolfhounds around my smaller body.
    “WHAT THE HELL” Jumping out of the bed. Their heads shot up, looking at me after blinking a few times. Lucky for me I’m still in bra and panties.
    “Why are you yelling?” Van yawns.
    “What are you two doing in my house, better yet what are you doing in my bed?” Waving my finger at them.

Ohh hell white shorts……

    Shaking my head I sigh looking at the clock, squeaking out as I am going to be late. Running over to my closet grabbing the first thing I see, pulling on my sneakers. Dashing into the bathroom, I fix my hair, brush teeth and quickly make sure I have no marks on me. God only knows what they did last night, I was so damn tired I don’t think I would of remembered.
    “Riae” I think its Van.   
    “What?” Sticking my head out, to see the both of them standing in my doorway. What is with them and doorways, is it like their thing.
    “Were hungry”

    “Well that’s nice, I’m late.” Walking down the hall to the kitchen, following me they stair.
    “Okay look, get dressed. Go here and get me this, just tell Heather your with me. She’ll put it on a tab, okay?” Handing them a small sticky note.
    “Your leaving us in your apartment? Alone?” Owen asks, taking the note.
    “Well I am assuming your house broken, so yes.” Giving them a blank stair. Grabbing a jacket, I flip my hair over the top ready to walk out my arm is seized. Turning around their smirking.
    “What?”

    “Don’t we get a kiss goodbye?” Van hums, as Owen steps closer.
    “Oh goodness” Rolling my eyes. Kissing them both, they smile letting me leave. Leaving my door open, as I jog down my stairs heading to the gym.


~Twins~

They’d left the restaurant, Owen mindlessly driving when they passed the gym. The lights to the tattoo shop still lit, and the open sigh still visible. Looking to his brother, Van nodded. Parking the car they sit and wait, a few hours later they watch her lock the door barely able to walk. Frowning they start the car up, driving to her place parking down some.

Watching as she yawns several times, dragging her tired self into her house. Owen was wanting to pick her up, letting her fall sleep in his arms instead of the cold sideway but his brother stopped him. As her door closes, they quickly get out heading up the stairs. Ready to knock, Owen twist’s the doorknob. Fuming as it just opens, doesn’t she no its not safe for her to keep the door unlocked. Walking in they find a her things scattered on the table, a moan as a few words trail out from the bedroom.

Walking in leaning against her door frame, they smile at her curled body rapped around the pillow like a kitten. Her eyes flutter slightly, groaning she lays her head back down. Stripping out of their clothes, they help her out of hers.
    “You need to remember to lock your door, love”
    “Lots of crazy bastards out there” She yawns again, after Van whispers.
    “Great, I’ll keep that in mind. Now shhh, sleepy sleep time”  Patting Vans head, making him chuckle. Shivering she ducks her long legs under the covers, moving clover to the brothers.

An alarm is a very annoying thing, as the twins groan trying to stop the horrible sound. Wiggling around Owen, grumbles a.
    “Stop moving baby” Warping his arm around the moving beauty. Out of know where Riae screams, making them quickly sit up right. That was a hell of a wake up, thy think.
    “Why are you yelling?” Van yawns.

    “What are you two doing in my house, better yet what are you doing in my bed?” wiggling her dainty finger at them. But instead of giving them a chance to explain, she looks at the clock squeaking. Running around she’s grabbed a pair of tight yoga pants, and a matching black tank. Pushing into her shoes, she darts into the bathroom.
    “Riae” Van huffs.

    “What?” Poking her head out.
    “Were hungry” standing in her doorway.
    “Well that’s nice, I’m late.” Walking down the hall to the kitchen, following her they wait.
    “Okay look, get dressed. Go here and get me this, just tell Heather your with me. She’ll put it on a tab, okay?” Taking the note Owen looks it over.
    “Your leaving us in your apartment? Alone?” Looking up at her.
    “Well I am assuming your house broken, so yes.” They mentally laugh, house broken…isn’t she cute in the morning. As she tosses her hair, reaching for the door Van grabs her.
    “What?” Turning around at him.

    “Don’t we get a kiss goodbye?” He hums, as his brother comes closer.
    “Oh Goodness” Kissing them both on the lips, before leaving for work.

Watching as her ass bounces from each step, they shiver smirking at one another. Closing the door to change into something better suited. With a set of clothes, they lock her place up heading to the small coffee shop she asked them to go to.
Heather was a bubbly thing, as she nearly gasped at the sight of them walking into her place. At the mention of their Riae she smiling, waving them to relax.

“I know what she wants. Her dad is easy to.”
    “Does she come here a lot?” Van asks, just a little to curious. Owen is to busy looking around.
    “Ohh all the time. Riae is a sweetheart, she’s like a daughter to me.” The woman slides one coffee on the counter before making a few more.
    “it’s a shame she can’t fight anymore” This catches Owen’s attention. He’d known she could fight, but didn’t think she did it professionally.

    “She use to fight?” He asked, taking the coffee she made for him.
    “Ohh yea. Riae was at the top of her weight class, and actually if I remember correctly she was beating all the woman. She was allowed to fight a the males.” Owen chocked on the dark coffee, as he looked up at her smiling face. Van was just as speechless, they’d known she learned from her father but this was just wild. Heather made all the coffee’s, waving them bye and not to be strangers. Opening the gym door, they saw everyone looking a little pale. Sara saw fidgeting in her seat, as she looked up at them.

    “I wouldn’t go into Mrs. Riae’s office right now” She whispered. Frowning they looked up, seeing her door close and only one curtain slightly open. Ignoring her warning the twins headed upstairs, maybe expecting to see her brothers bugging her again. What they got was a reflection of Riae passing in her office, screaming into a phone, as her other hand held onto the receiver. Walking in she nodded to them, as she was currently silent.

    “NO you listen to me you cowardly son of a bitch. You even think of calling a fight against our gym, and I will have your ass so far up that skinny little bitches inner thighs you wont know what hit you. How dare you threaten me and my father, have you any respect for the fight……..yea you go a head and do that, well just see who’s got the better fighters.” She was huffing, eyes looking sinful as her body pivoted perfectly making five steps one way to turn around with another five steps.

Van gave Owen a slight look, as they seemed to be again thinking the same thing. She was hotter then hell mad, specially when it wasn’t directed to them.
    “Ohh grow the hell up, who in their right mind would fight that snort nose little tooth fairy. You want to fight us give me something I can actually punch, without it running back to its mother to suck on her tit. Only a moron sends a bitch to fight his battles, I got two of the best fighters around. So you just go a head and talk you lips off till your blue in the face, because even I can fight better then anyone you got. Good day Sir” Slamming the phone on the receiver, in her other hand.

    Staying silent as she placed the phone on the desk, chewing her nail as she paced a little longer. A knock on her door sent her head flying at it, pulling it open her father looked worried.
    “Well?” He asked, blocking the door.
    “That little pansy, he thinks were just going to back out.

Because and I quote, he’s got the Johnson’s of fighters on his team. Who does that little shit think he is, just cause his daddy has millions doesn’t do shit in the ring” She growled, as her father let her bark.

    “I agree Riae, but the kid has some play in him. I’ve seen him fight, he’s got skills.”
    “Ohh blow me two ways from New York, that little bastard hasn’t got shit. I watched his fight just a few days ago, I could beat him.”
    “Well were not going to find out now are we” Her father growled back. She mellowed out a little, sighing stroking her hair.

    “I suppose not. But you know its true” She tried again.
    “That’s not up for discussion. Well find a fighter to match his, if not one in the gym then your brother” He huffed, turning on his heels ending the conversation. Her fist clenched along with her jaw, as she kicked the door closed making the blinds shake. Her rage turns to them, as they still are a little shell shocked.

“Please tell me you have my coffee” She growls, grinding her teeth. Owen hands her a cup, letting her take it. Her cold coffee hits her lips, sucking down a tone before breaking for a breath. Whip cream laces her top lip, as her tongue darts out clearing it away. Shifting in their chairs, its proving to not help any. Sighing she drops into her chair, groaning as her head hits her arm.
    “Coach?” Van whispers. Her head raises looking them over, with another sigh she straightens herself out.