That was alright. My early arrival had been intended to ensure my presence before she awoke. With that mission accomplished, I settled onto my knees beside the bed, folding my arms atop the mattress and setting my chin down atop them. I smiled to myself as I drank in her beauty, wanting to memorize this moment forever. She had a hint of a half-smile herself, her expression that of peaceful contentment and serenity. With time to spare, I Let myself idly imagine what Life would be Like waking up next to this gorgeous face every morning, and it was a pleasant thought indeed.

Her cute nose wrinkled, and for a moment I wondered if she could smell my presence. She took in a deep breath, wrinkled her brow, and started mumbling to herself. I couldn't quite make out the words, but I thought

I heard her say the word "Niners".

A minute later, I was pretty sure she mumbled, “Jeff Garcia.”

“I dunno," I muttered impulsively.

“He's CFL material, not NFL."

Zofti frowned and sighed, “Depends on whether he and T.0. can get along."

“Maybe. I think I've been spoiled by Joe and Steve. Maybe let him play for a year, but they'd better draft a QB in the later rounds.”

“Don't be a hater." Zofi's eyelids rose halfway, closed again, and remained down for two seconds before blinking slowly as she took in a deep breath and sighed, "A true Niners fan has faith."

I smiled broadly. "I have faith, but I think it also pays to be prepared."

Zofi's bright blue eyes fully opened. She didn't look surprised by my presence, neither happy nor sad, but merely curious. She breathed in and out slowly, her brain still sluggish. But after about a minute of just sort of staring at me, the light of awareness finally came into her eyes as she stated, “You're in my bedroom, Matty."

I grinned and now lifted the bouquet of flowers.

“Good morning, darling. Would you Like to go out with me today?"

Zofi's eyes narrowed, and she took several more deep breaths.

Eventually, she spoke, "I think it only really works when I call you

‘darling’. You'LL have to come up with your own nickname for me.”

I thought about it briefly and raised the bouquet once more.

“I think I have something."

“Really?” Zofi asked her interest piqued.

“Yes, but I'm going to save it for later. Until then, would you please join me for an outing, fair lady?”

“Why yes, kind sir. I'd love to," she replied, beaming at me from inches away. She gave me a warm, welcoming smile, raised her arm out from under the covers, and reached for me. I leaned in and let her hold my head as I kissed her sweetly.

I grinned and sat back. Setting the flowers atop her desk, I gestured to her closet and asked, “May I?"

Giving me a curious Look, Zofi nevertheless nodded. I flipped through her hangars for a bit, but when I saw the simple white button-down blouse I immediately knew. I found a nice pleated skirt in pastel blue and a wide belt. Finally, I asked if she had any scarves, and Zofi directed me to a drawer, where I found a small satin scarf with a striped pattern.

I laid the items out across Zofi's bed while she sat up, revealing the rest of her slinky black negligee. With a bit of a wolfish grin, I moved around to sit down in her desk chair and looked at her expectantly. Zofi's eyes went big, and she actually blushed rather cutely. I was a bit surprised that after everything we'd already done together she could actually get embarrassed at the idea of changing clothes in front of me.

Taking a deep breath, she slid off the bed and stood up only two feet away from me. I drank in her slender form, eyes gravitating to the way her big, unfettered breasts dented out the front of her negligee, her erect nipples making their presence known through the sheer material.