::The landlord blinks in with Jonathon and Arika and hands Jon a red globe.::

"Glows red when there's an intruder blah blah."

::Blinks out.::

::Arika looks at the globe and looks at Jonathon.::

"I like it!"

::Jonathon blinks into his and Arika's Penthouse.::

"Wow, Me gusto mucho."

::Jonathon looks at the orb in his hand.::

"Now all we need are jobs and weapons."

::Arika nods in agreement.::

"I doubt that we would have been caught with our hands in the cookie jar, had we been prepared. It won't happen again. I wonder if Parker was aware of the fact when he asked us? Was he hoping we'd die in the process?"

::Arika shrugs and heads over to the sofa and takes a seat.::

::Jonathon sit's down cross legged on the sofa next to Arika.::

"I could get used to this."

::Jonathon looks over to Arika.::

"Do you think that he really wanted us dead? If he did I am so going over there and killing his ass!"

::Arika scoots closer to Jonathon and lays her head on his shoulder.::

"I'm just trying to make sense of what happened. Both of us are eager to gain experience, but the next time we ought to find out what we're up against first."

::Jonathon leans back on the sofa, pulling Arika down on top of him.::

"Just think, this place is ours, No-one knows we're here, think of this place as our little chunk of heaven... so to speak."

::Arika smiles down at Jon and kisses him.::

"Just the way I like it. I think that we ought to use the mortal apartments as little as nessecary and I need to avoid the Magick Shop at all costs, along with a certian warlock."

"We could use our other places when we have guests so that this place stays as private as possible."

::Jonathon kisses Arika passionately, allowing his hands to wonder down her back.::

"That is the prefect idea. Our badness is supposed to be a trup card, not annonced to every magickal being a head of time."

:Arika returns the kiss as she threads her hands through his dark hair.::

::Jonathon gently bites Arika's lower lip.::

"It's definitely a good idea to stay away from witches for a while."

::Jonathon resumes the passionate kissing, geting very aroused.::

::Arika shivers as the kissing continues. She breaks the liplock for a moment and looks at him.::

"Jon, I am glad that we were able to save you though. It's very human of me to admit that I would have been very hurt had I lost you."

"You should know that I would never stay dead too long. I would come back to you."

::Jonathon's eyes close breifly.::

"I'm so tired."

"I know Jon, but it still would have hurt. Shall we go see the bedroom? I think we could both use a nap."

::She kissses the tip of his nose.::

::Jonathon's face twitches as Arika kisses his nose::

"Yeah, I know. I seriously need sleep."

::Jonathon stands up, holding Arika in front of him.::

"Woah, head rush."

::Jonathon puts his girlfriend down and heads to the bedroom.::

::Arika laughs as he sets her down,::

"I think we need to go shopping too. I'd like us to be well protected and happy."

::She follws him into the bedroom and smiles.::

"Nice."

::She turns down the bed.::

::Jonathon undresses and climbs into the massive bed.::

"Wow, this bed is so soft, I never wanna leave."

::Jonathon immediately falls asleep.::

::Arika joins him a few moments later. She wraps her arms around him and pulls the covers over them.::

(Sleep well and dream well)

::Jonathon starts tossing and turning in his sleep.::

"Get away from me... leave me alone."

::Jonathon's eyes snap open and he is covered in a cold sweat. Panting heavily, Jonathon closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep.::

::Arika moves back and watches Jon confused. Unable to sleep, she climbs out of the bed and heads back to the sofa, where she dozes off.::

::Jonathon rolls over in his sleep and feels the emptiness in the bed, this causes him to wake up.::

"Baby, where are you?"

::Jonathon leaves the bedroom and heads back to the lounge/dining area.::

"So that's where you got to..."

::Jonathon notices that Arika is asleep and he carries her back to bed. And once again he drifts off to sleep.::

::Arika smiles and openes her eyes for a moment.::

"You told me to go away so I did. Better now."

::She snuggles agaisnt him and goes back to sleep.::

"I wasn't talking to you, I must have been dreaming."

::Jonathon is now almost unwakable.::

::Arika nods and curls up against him once they're back in bed, with a smile on her face.::

::Jonathon's eyes flutter open and now he feels well rested. Jonathon gently removes Arika's arm from his bare chest.::

"Much better."

::Jonathon gets out of bed and stretches. He looks over at Arika, who is still sleeping.::

(Awww, cute)

::Jonathon heads into the kitchen and makes himself a strong cup of Irish coffee.::

"I don't know why, but I can suddenly drink coffee."

::Jonathon goes and sits on the sofa in the lounge, smelling the coffee, waking him up properly.::

::Arika's eyes open as she smells the coffee.::

"Jon? Make me a cup too babe?"

::She calls out to him as she sits up and streches like a cat. She swings her legs over the side of the bed and gets up. Yawning a time or two along the way she heads for the main room.::

::Jonathon puts his coffee down on the floor and heads into the kitchen, where he makes Arika a mug of Irish coffee. He then heads back to the lounge.::

"There you go, baby."

::Jonathon hands Arika the mug of alcoholic coffee.::

::Arika takes the cup and kisses him before taking a sip.::

"Yum. How was your sleep?"

"Better than I've had in ages."

::Jonathon knocks back the last of his coffee. Jonathon heads back to the bedroom and finds, in the wardrobe, black jeans, a black shirt and black boots. He hurriedly puts them on and heads back to Arika.::

"Alcohol first thing in the morning, absolutely great."

::Arika laughs.::

"No seeing you dressed in black is a nice thing to wake up to. So what shall we do next? Shop?"

::She carries her mug with her back to the bedroom and sits it on the nightstand. She disappears into the wardrobe and reappears carrying a pair of jeans decorated with red pinstripes and a red blouse and shoes.

She dresses and pulls her hair into a ponytail.::

"I suppose so, I need a new athame, although I do prefer something bigger in my hands, something longer."

::Jonathon realises how gay that sounds.::

"You know what I mean, swords... possibly a scimitar."

::Arika laughs.::

"Yes a sword would do nicely and I think I need to learn the fine art of potion and poison making as well as lern how to throw my energy balls."

"Potions and poisons are easy, it's just a simple matter of knowing your herbs. Energy balls are another easy one, find an empty place and hit pigeons."

::Jonathon walks over to Arika an kisses her.::

"So, shall we?"

::Arika kisses him back.::

"Yes I do believe we are. Lead on."

"Follow me."

::Jonathon blinks to the market.::

::Arika smiles and seconds later shimmers to the Market.::

::Arika and Jon reappear together in their living room. She looks at him amd smiled.::

"Why are all demons asses? I must say they make wonderful weapons."

::She looks down at her athame and laughs.::

"True, they are and true, they do."

::Jonathon takes his new athame in his hand and spins sharply, releases the athame which embeds itself into the wall.::

"Nice."

::Jonathon blinks over to his athame and takes out of the wall.::

::Arika looks at where the atame lands and then at Jon, smiling.::

"Nice throw babe. I need to practice."

"Well, there is a forest above ground, I'm sure there's something there we could use for target practice."

::Jonathon blinks back to his lover's side.::