Luke was a little surprised when she didn’t object to the temperature of the water, nearly blistering as it was, though it did make her skin go noticeably pink as she entered. Not that a little heat bothered him, flames regularly lit themselves across his skin. The flush was attractive on her, he noted. Almost like there was some life in that cold, porcelain body after all.
The black eyes and promise of a ‘treat’ she offered him were intriguing, and he had to admit that he certainly found the demon side of Monika more enjoyable than the human, but he didn’t exactly trust it. “I am just knackered,” he teased. “I already treated myself to your pet earlier, remember?,” he said with a smug smile. “But if you insist.”
He removed his clothes slowly while she watched, the process made a bit more fiddly by the illusion he’d placed, the feeling beneath his fingers not matching up with the expectation of his eyes. The nudity didn’t bother him though, it never had. Plus she’d already seen him naked once tonight. He did notice with a pout that she hadn’t even commented on his change of clothing. Wasted effort.
Sliding a hand down her back, he urged her forward. If she decided to go all evil again, she’d have to attack him awkwardly behind her back. Water slopped over the edge of the tub as crawled in, waves spreading forward and hitting the front with a splash. He grimaced at the rose petals that stuck to his skin and the overly fragrant water. Weird, pampered bullshit. Once in he reached for the loofah, covering it with soap and drawing it across her back in an oddly familiar gesture for someone he didn’t even really like.
“And what kind of treat did you have in mind?,” he asked as he left a trail of foam across her shoulders.
She scooted forwards to make room for him at his beckoning. She knew why he wanted to be behind her and it wouldn’t have made a difference on where he decided to settle in the confinement of the tub. But that wasn’t the case. This was her attempt at waving a white flag. The wet roughness of the loofah on her skin told her that he had somewhat became comfortable. This was not at all something he would have liked on his own terms but it was nice of him to play along. She turned around to face him laying her body against his torse, her hands resting on his chest and her chin on top of them. They were enemies; she knew it, he knew it. It was practically destined the moment they had laid eyes on one another. For now she just wanted to be civil.
"Well was going to indulge in a little fun but since you’re so…’knackered’ I’ll take things slow…maybe." Monika moved into a different position once again, sitting up and straddling him. She felt his sleeping cock brush up against her while she pulled the loofah from his grasp. Smiling, her dark eyes focused on his face. "Shame too. I’ve never met a demon who actually got tired but I suppose they’re out there." As she spoke her eyes fell down to his chest as she smoothed the loofah against his chest. When she finished she looked back up at his face with a teasing smile that gave her eyes an eerie light. "Earlier you said you could bring Monika and myself together. How would you go about doing that?"