Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Sly Cooper Characters.
I smiled and brushed her cobalt bangs behind her sharp red ears. The vixen, already currently lulled into sleep, leaned into my hand unselfconsciously. Smirking I caressed her cheek, and leaned down-to were I still had my balance-before placing a soft warm kiss on her lips.
She moaned, and I stepped back in confusion.
"Carmelita?" I asked in a small whisper.
The police officer wasn't among the conscious.
How…strange.
A wolfish smile made it's way across my face, "You like my kisses, huh?" My voice vibrated into a slight chuckle afterwards.
The she-fox whined in her slumber making my already cocky smirk widen.
So my stonehearted fiery Latin vixen did harbor some sort of emotions for me…
"Steven…" She whispered suddenly.
The athletic body I possessed stiffened.
Carmelita turned herself away from me giving a small sigh,
My ears flattened and my tail fluffed, "Who is Steven?"
Angered and hurt, I left the room through the window were I had come from. Glancing back at her I let a small whimper escape my mouth, then I jumped into the deep abyss of the city streets.
Carmelita's eyes sprung open after hearing the raccoon depart and smiled deviously. She stood up and shut the window quietly making her way back to her dysfunctional bed.
"Stupid ringtail." She mused before going back to sleep.
A/N: How cruel Carmelita Fox, how cruel.