The Crow and The Cat - Sylus & MC -

Her entire body quivered with pleasure, the residual sensation leaving her legs weak beneath her. Sylus maintained his grip as he chuckled softly in between gasps, striving to regulate his breathing.

"I'm sorry, Kitten. I couldn't resist the temptation... you ended up dirtier than before."

He purred triumphantly, leaning close to her ear and whispering seductively.

"Let me help you clean up again."

A crimson hue blossomed on her cheeks at his suggestion, and she quickly shook her head.

"I-I'm fine! I can do it on my own!"

She protested.

"Oh, but where's the fun in that?"

He teased, his laughter laced with mischief.

"You've done enough, Sylus!"

She shot back defiantly, yet he only laughed again, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"As stubborn as always... just don't take too long, alright? Or I'll come find you again."

His playful threat lingered in the air as he gently placed her down on the cool tiles, brushing her cheek with tender fingers before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

"You better hurry. I have plans for us today."

He reminded her with a hint of urgency, his eyes scanning the room for a towel to wrap around his waist before exiting the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. A shiver of unease ran through her; she knew Sylus was serious, so she quickly soaped her body again, the rush of water matching the race of her heart. Once she finished her shower, she emerged, wrapping a fresh towel around herself and making her way towards her closet.
She quickly changed into a pair of shorts and a loose top with the name of one of her favorite bands on the center. She hurried back to her bedroom where Sylus was waiting patiently, he only smirked as he left to head back to the shower to clean up.
She let out a sigh as she stared at herself in the mirror, starting to dry her hair lazily. As the minutes ticked by, a thick tension hung in the air, and anticipation gnawed at her insides, making her anxiety spiral as she wondered what kind of plans Sylus could possibly have up his sleeve. Just when her thoughts began to darken into worry, he emerged from the bathroom, he was already dressed since from their last encounter, he had thrown his clothes right there in the same bathroom. The look was casual, a black shirt matching his black belt and silk pants.

He ruffled his damp hair with a towel, leaving it tousled and inviting. When he finally focused on her, she was struck by the way his deep, mischievous eyes danced with a teasing glint.

"You look beautiful, Kitten."

He drawled, his voice smooth as silk, yet playfully challenging.

"But those clothes do you no justice."

He settled onto her bed, leaning back with effortless confidence, his arms propped behind him like he owned the space.

"I'll take you shopping next time, maybe then I can indulge you in my own taste."

He continued, a sly grin spreading across his face as he imagined her in an array of vibrant outfits, each one more captivating than the last. The flutter in her chest mingled with confusion, and she partially closed her eyes. Was he genuinely complimenting her beauty or subtly critiquing her fashion choices?

Once she finished drying her hair, she turned her attention to her makeup, opting for a natural look that spoke to her usual routine.

"I'm ready."