215 Not A Typical Sunday

215 Not A Typical Sunday

I woke up on the couch under a large blanket and was not surprised to find my mom sprawled over me again. We weren't naked, since we were in the living room and not in a bedroom. I was sure that she hadn't done anything to me, since my clothes were still intact.

After a quick check, I amended that to be mostly intact, because my underwear was missing and I still had no idea how she kept stealing them without me noticing. I took out my cell phone from inventory and checked the time to see that it was just before dawn like always, and put it away and closed my eyes again.

I decided that I shouldn't call Paige this early, even if she was an early bird trying to catch a worm. My laugh almost escaped and I barely stopped myself from shaking my mom awake after thinking such a stupidly appropriate pun.

I had also derailed pretty much everything that was going to happen, except for the Endbringers. With only them left and most of the evil capes in the world taken care of, Earth Bet wouldn't come to the attention of any of the other Earths. At least, I hoped so. I think one was named Earth Shin and there was a trumped up cape thinking she was a goddess because she had powers like Heartbreaker.

I just needed to figure out how to adjust my portal power to traverse dimensions, or find another cape that a similar power to fold into my own. I would also need a targeting power that would let me find the external threats as well. The only capes I knew like that were Flechette and Clarvoyant, whom could target anything, and Doormaker was the only cape that could create trans-dimensional portals.

That was a tall order to fulfill, because I was sure that even if I became buddy-buddy with the members of the shadow cabal named Cauldron, there was no way they would give me access to their only means of transportation they used to travel to their base on another Earth, despite having the portal tech to do it. That tech was also highly restricted and there was definitely no way I was getting it.

My mother stirred and brought me out of my thoughts, my eyes opening to see what she would do when she realized she wasn't braced on me like usual. When she shifted her weight, I laughed because slid right off of me and out from under the blanket to flop down onto the floor with a thud.

“Huh? Wha?” My mom asked and lifted her head up from the carpet to blink bleary eyes at me.

“Good morning.” I said and tossed the blanket off, hopped over her, and scooped her up into my arms to lay her back down on the couch. I covered her with the blanket again, giving her a still warm environment to snuggle up in, and she fell right back to sleep.

I went to the kitchen to cook breakfast and made up enough for her to eat later, scarfed down what I made for myself, and thought about what to wear. Since I wanted to make a more impressive entrance and introduction than I had yesterday, I went through my inventory and found the perfect thing. I hadn't used it in a long time and hoped Paige would like it.

I left a note for my mom to let her know where I was going and that she could call me if she needed me. I took out my cell phone again and checked the number Paige had left and saw she had texted her own phone with my number to make sure it was me that was calling.

That was smart. I thought and stepped out of the house through the kitchen door and called the number. It took five rings before it was picked up.

“Sorry, Greg. I was in the shower.” Paige said without saying hello first.

“Thanks for the mental image.” I joked and she softly laughed. “I can call back if you need to...”

“I was just finishing up and grooming my feathers.” Paige interrupted. “I can stand to let it go for a few minutes.”

“Are you sure? I saw you had a lot of them nestled inside your blonde hair and the down must be a real bitch to your scalp if you don't dig it out.”

Paige was quiet for a moment. “How did you know it's like that?”

“I'd like to say I researched avian species to impress you; but, the truth is, I used to own a spotted owl and she was the Queen of the Roost. All she did was complain constantly about needing my help to groom her and I'd spend hours every few weeks meticulously going over her body from head to toe.”

Paige made an odd sound and the call went dead.

I looked at the screen and saw it said it was cut at the source and I waited as I thought about calling her right back, only I was sure if I did that, our calls would cross and we would both receive busy signals. After a few minutes, my cell beeped and a text from Paige literally begged me to hurry up and help her. I sent one back to agree I would be right there and asked for her address, since I didn't know it.

Once I had it, I checked the map in my inventory and found the right spot, mentally recalled seeing it from up above, and apparated from the backyard to the roof of the warehouse. I walked over to the roof access door and saw it was locked, so used magic to unlock it and entered, then locked it again and went down the stairs.

After flipping through the channels for several minutes, settling on a morning show about the local cape scene, Narwhal thought about how she was going to find the young man that she wanted to get to know better. She knew where he lived and could just show up, except it was Sunday and she was sure that such an active cape would be out doing something.

Narwhal felt inspired as she remembered that she could ask her friend Dragon for his phone number and went to her bags to dig out her PRT issued cell phone. A quick text was sent off and one came right back, her friend coming through for her without question. She sent her thanks and looked over at the clock. It was fairly early still and the knock on her door reminded her Atlas might be eating as well.

*

I was eating out Bad Canary and she tugged on my long bunny ears to encourage me to go harder and to keep going. I obliged, because she looked like she really needed it. She also couldn't help commenting about how great I was for figuring out her fetish and then giving it to her before we even had a first date.

I kept my mouth shut and didn't say I had a lot of experience with Hedwig and her desire to hunt and catch prey. She did it as a necessity for food, yes. But, she loved doing it to hone her skills and to keep herself in top form. She was a bird of prey and extremely deadly to the things she thought were threats.

Paige cried out and finally let my ears go as her whole body shuddered and she came really hard. She was panting heavily and gave me a very sexy look. I instinctively knew what she wanted and switched places with her to give her full access to what she wanted. She licked me all the way up the shaft and swirled her tongue around the head, then she moaned as she did her best to choke herself on it.

I didn't bother trying to tell her to take her time or to relax, because I knew she wouldn't listen. She was going to do what she wanted to me and I was going to like it, because that was what she said her whole purpose was. She came to Brockton Bay for me and she wasn't going to leave, now that she had me in her clutches.

Funnily enough, Hedwig had felt the same way. Once she had claimed that spot in my life, no other owl was allowed to replace her. I was allowed to use other owls to send letters, since I had so much fan mail to answer; but, she was my owl and that was that.

That was how I knew that Paige had slotted herself into that primary slot and was never going to give it up, whether I objected to it or not. It was reassuring in a way and scary in another. I looked down at her joyous face as she slobbered over my throbbing member, her face coated in my white fluid, and she gazed back at me lovingly.

Having a slightly crazy and probably murderous stalker that was obsessed with me, might be the change in my life that I need right now.

*

Dean felt like a total heel as he let Vicky lead him around the mall. She had somehow convinced him that a day out with her, a disgruntled Amy, and one of his friends on the football team, was a great idea. They had made up only last night and now they were back together like nothing had happened and pretended that Amy hadn't had an actual boyfriend for several days last week.

He had been at the debriefing about what happened and he knew how Vicky had treated Atlas after Amy rejected him. That had secretly angered him for a while, until he realized she was backing Amy up, even if it hurt her own standing with the new cape on their team.

The New Wave's counter-publicity about nothing actually going on between them, had pretty much shot down the PRT's plan to use the breakup to entice Atlas and his mother Nostrum away from the independent cape team. The only downside was how Greg was lumped in with the muscular jocks and was being seen as gullible and less intelligent than he actually was.

Dean knew this, because he was also friends with the older siblings of the younger years that shared several classes with Greg. Finishing a time-intensive English assignment the day it was assigned and then offering to help tutor his entire college prep math class to help them? That's not a dumb jock's mentality.

His eyes glanced at Amy as his friend barely tried to talk to her and his power let him feel a huge spike of annoyance from her. It didn't feel specific for Brad, even though he had caused it. It was more a general feeling and Dean wondered why for several minutes, then he suddenly realized it was because this was what always happened when they went out on double dates.

Oh, no. That's why she hates me. Dean thought as they entered one of Vicky's favorite stores. It's because of me that she has to put up with dating guys she doesn't like.

The guilt weighed on him for quite a while and didn't abate at all as they went to lunch at Fugly Bob's and Brad talked more to Vicky than he himself did. Dean didn't know what he could do to make the whole situation better, because he could feel how happy Vicky was at the extra attention and Brad was enjoying himself as well.

The only downer was Amy and she always felt that way... except when Greg had been around. Amy had smiled, joked a little, and was pleasant to him and the other Wards. She didn't even scowl at the girls Vicky hung out with and he knew she hated how airheaded they acted when around her sister, especially during lunch when they all sat together.

Dean knew then that he had to somehow bring Greg back into Amy's life, despite the personal disaster the break-up was. If he could. He would need to talk to Dennis about it, since they seemed to be good friends. Instead of mentioning anything to Vicky, the experienced social butterfly, he decided to try and handle it himself.

Amy gave him a particularly stern look for some reason and Dean internally sighed, not realizing Amy was actually glaring at her sister on his other side, because Vicky was blatantly flirting with Brad right there in front of everyone and everyone was looking at them.