Chapter 9

Darling and Sweetheart


A target for elimination, the words from the black inked text burned a scar into the raccoon's mind. He held the documents in a pair of shaking grey paws, the rotten feelings all made sense now. He pulled out the binoc-u-com from his thigh holster and brought it to his face, the small screens on both sides of the display coming to life with his face on the left as always. He found it strange at times to see himself talking to Bentley and Murray when he himself was broadcasting the signal. "Bentley, do you copy?"

The raccoon glanced around and stuffed the papers into his holster as he waited for Bentley to respond. "I'm here, what did you find, Sly?"

"I've got some information on this place and a few more pieces of what else is going on with this group. But that's not what I contacted you for," Sly looked away and hesitated for a moment before responding. "Bentley, they're going to kill Carmelita!"

"Carmelita, you're sure?"

"I've got the papers for her assassination order in my pocket right now." He sighed and bit his lip. "I have to go back to Paris."

"But what about Clockwerk," Bentley shrugged his shoulders and held his hands up for a moment to add emphasis to his point. "Who knows how much longer we have until he's up and running again."

"Bentley," Sly immediately retorted, his brows furrowing up, "I need to help her; I need to make sure she's alive." A phone clattered and came to life on Edmond Nelson's desk. The dark purple device rattled and made an annoying sound as the machine finally picked up the message.

"You have reached the desk of Edmond Percival Nelson. I am not able to answer the phone now so leave me a detailed message and I will return the call as soon as possible."

"His middle name is Percival?" Sly would have chuckled if the situation were not so urgent. Slinking towards the phone, he leaned near the device and listened in on the recording.

"Nelson...Nelson pick up the confounded telephone," a voice shouts, its deep shady accent sends shivers down the raccoon's spine. He's heard this voice before somewhere. "Nelson...what's going on? Someone pick up the telephone!" Sly erased the message as it stopped, the machine giving off an annoying tone as it continued to ask if the raccoon wished to erase the messages again and again. Bringing the binoc-u-com to his eyes again, Sly drew in a breath and spoke to Bentley.

"I need to get back to Paris, Bentley. I need to know if she's still alive, if Carmelita is still ok." Bentley shook his head and pushed his glasses back up to the brim of his beak like nose.

"Sly, we need everyone to stop Clockwerk-

"Then that means we need Carmelita!" Sly shouted and curled his fingers up into a fist. His harsh expression began to soften as he realized what he did. "I'm sorry, Bentley, I just need to find her. Every time we fought Clockwerk, Carmelita was there to help us. We need her as much as you need me, you know this Bentley."

"I..." the turtle trailed off as he sighed and shook his head again. "You're right, Sly. We need her to stop Clockwerk if he becomes or if he already is operational. I can't stop you; she's the woman you love after all."

"Thanks, Bentley," Sly closed his eyes and glanced down at his red holster again, his pointed ears drooping down. "You're the best."

"Ah I would have done the same if I was in your position. The gang and I will get out of here and continue working on the Clockwerk case while you keep Carmelita safe. And see if you can try to get her to help us while you're out there, k pal?"

"Will do," Sly began walking out of the office and down the scaffolding. "Good luck to you guys, I'll come back as soon as I can."

"Alright, have fun in Paris, pal." Bentley's face disappeared from the screen's smooth surface as the raccoon shoved the blue device back into his holster. Sighing, he glanced at the warehouse once more as he stepped out of the ruined building. Then turning back, he made his way to the safe house to grab a few necessities for his new assignment.


The Paris international airport was busy as ever, masses of animals, birds, and reptiles piled in or swarmed out of hallways and loading docks from coming and going aircrafts. Among the masses of fur and feathers and scales came a fast walking raccoon. In his right paw he clutched a black leather briefcase while his left was shoved into the pocket of his brown film noir style trench coat. His eyes concealed by a pair of thick dark sun glasses, he lowered them slightly to give off just a glimpse of his chocolate brown eyes as he briefly surveyed his surroundings. Taking a seat in one of the many chairs that dotted the airport, he clicked open his briefcase and glimpsed at the disassembled cane that was neatly packed in the case.

The wood pole was tucked neatly into a sleeve while the golden hook was sitting right beside it. The gold tip at the bottom of the wood shaft was also unfastened and placed inside a small pocket so it wouldn't roll around in the large case. Sly's binoc-u-com was also there, followed by the Thevious Raccoonus. The leather bound book had seen better days as the ravages of time took its toll on the worn leather cover and the edges of the tattered pages. Sly couldn't help but chuckle when he first glimpsed at the book, most of the entries were in different languages as it traveled all over the world with his ancestors.

He had to learn ancient Egyptian, ancient Greek, one form of feudal Japanese, Arabic, one form of the Celtic language, and even an old pirate dialect that Henriette "One Eye" Cooper had developed through her travels across the sea. It took some time while he was on the road to decipher the words written in the book, but thankfully he was able to master each technique thanks to a few helpful illustrations in the book of how each move was executed. Clipping the briefcase shut, Sly stood up from his seat and made his way out of the airport and headed strait for the safe house that was conveniently placed only a few blocks away from Carmelita's apartment. As he patted down the sidewalk gently pushing through groups of people, he began to pick up speed as he felt a growing urgency bubbling up in his chest. His mind was focused on other things as he pushed hard through the crowds of people, he didn't even hear the curses and shouts of annoyance as he pushed past them and out of his way.

Jogging down a cross walk, he ran into someone and lost his footing as he tumbled to the floor. A light squeak of surprise followed as the red vixen he ran into toppled to the floor along with him. He grunted and sat up on the sidewalk as he glanced at the female fox dressed in a red button up shirt with a matching red coat in her arms. "Oh my, I'm terribly sorry," she said in a soft, sweet apologetic tone, "Are you alright?" Sly stood up and helped the very attractive vixen up off the cement.

"No, no it's alright. It was my fault, I wasn't paying attention." Sly adjusted his glasses as the vixen's bright eyes looked up at him and nearly made his heart stop. She was way too easy on the eyes, it was almost impossible not to get distracted by her, but he had a job to do so he was able to look away. "So are you ok," he said trying to collect himself, "I didn't hurt you did I?"

"Oh no I'm fine, thank you," she looked down for a moment and then stared back up at him and put a paw to her lips. "You're sweet, what's your name?"

"My name," the raccoon said nervously. "My name is...Charles."

"Well it's nice to meet you, Charles, my name is Natalie." Her voice was like the sound of an angel's voice, smooth and sweet it hinted the promise of paradise. "I hope to see you again some time, handsome, adieu." She winked at him as she turned around and left, the hypnotic swaying of her hips caught Sly's attention for a moment as she left. Shaking his head to clear the fog in his mind, he grabbed the briefcase off the floor beside him and continued on his way towards the safe house.


Taking cover behind a wall of an alley, the red clad vixen pressed her back against the wall and pulled out a cell phone from her coat pocket. Pulling out the antenna and flipping the phone open, she clicked a button and a pre-set number began automatically dialing. "Blue, darling do you hear me?" She paused until a voice on the other end spoke through the phone.

"I hear you loud and clear, sweetheart. What's your position?"

"I'm near the target's apartment complex, has she left the hospital yet?"

"I'm afraid not," Blue sighed, "She's waiting for her confounded partner to recover from Mr. Silver's little blunder."

"An unfortunate turn of events, but no matter, like you said sweetie, we can be flexible." She raised her paw to inspect her nails. The bright red glossy claws were clipped to perfection. A beep from the phone signaled that she had another call waiting so she quickly spoke to Blue once more. "Darling I have another call waiting, can we continue this later?"

"That's strange," the malamute said, "I have a call waiting as well. I'll call you back soon, sweetheart." The line was cut and replaced with the call in waiting as a shady voice came on the other line.

"Miss Crimson," the Colonel's voice nearly startled the small vixen, "I have your associate Mr. Blue conversing with one of my assistants. Something has arisen that I need you to take care of."

"I'm listening," she sighed as she glanced at her nails again.

"I have called Edmond Nelson a few days ago; he is the head of our weapons supply and manufacturing plant in Britain."

"And this concerns me and my lover how exactly?"

"If you would stifle yourself and keep that slim covered tongue behind your teeth I will tell you." The insult made the vixen slightly grimace to the sting. "Now then," he continued, "There was no answer when I called him, curious; I opened up the database of the security cameras in the facility. What we found was quite surprising."

"What did you discover, Colonel?"

"Are you familiar with a master thief known as Sly Cooper?" He paused to allow the name to sink in. Crimson smirked and curled up her lips to reveal a row of pearl white fangs.

"I do, yes. Am I thinking what I hope you're thinking, sir?"

"If your idea is to kill a certain master thief then yes." The vixen's smile brightened as she continued to listen with growing interest. "We found footage that he discovered the assassination attempt on Carmelita Fox, seeing this we guess that he has sabotaged my weapon's manufacturing plant and has come back to Paris France in order to help Miss Fox from being murdered. Since he has caused us much trouble in the past and that he is beginning to grow closer to the whereabouts of my precious merchandise, I will pay you and Mr. Blue an extra sum for his elimination as well." Crimson sighed in excitement as she leaned up against the brick wall of the alleyway once more and stared up towards the sky.

"Oh, Colonel, you know just how to make a woman happy. I'll deal with Cooper personally."

"Good, no particular order of elimination is in effect, simply killing whoever is closest at hand will do. Mr. Blue is already caught on the details, good luck Miss Crimson. I look forward you your next call." The line went out as Colonel hung up the phone and left the sinister vixen to stare up at the sky and emit a venomous laughter. The phone in her paw rang again and she composed herself and brought it to her ear, a smile still chiseled onto her face.

"Darling..."

"Sweetheart..." said Blue in an equally sinister and joyous voice, "Are you ready for this?"

"Of course, Blue," she laughed, "I will take Cooper personally, adieu." She flipped the phone shut after puckering her lips and making a kissing sound into the speaker.


Carmelita stood in front of a full body mirror, fixing up her curly ebony locks in an elegant manner as she slowly twirled around to examine herself. Her black dress twinkled with the small sparkles that were sown into the fabric as the light from the stars poured into her room from the open window. She slightly cringed at her back as the dress was open backed and clung to her body, showing off maybe a little too much then she would have liked, it was a first date after all. Her ears twitched to the sound of a car coming to a stop in front of the building and a honk from a familiar sounding horn. Grabbing a matching black purse, Carmelita took the elevator down to the first floor and stepped out of the building towards the bright red fifth generation mustang, a black suited feline staring away from her as she approached.

"Booker...?" Her voice caused the ocelot's spotted ears to twitch as he turned around and smiled. His eyes grew wide at the sight of Carmelita as she approached, her heels clicking on the pavement.

"Carmelita, you look...amazing." He drew in a breath as she stepped aside and pulled the door open for her. She smiled and entered the car and he closed the door and jogged around to climb into the driver's seat. The vixen looked up and down at Dorian for a moment and lightly giggled. "What's so funny," he said as he looked himself over and straitened his collar.

"You, look at you. I could hardly recognize you," she smiled and clicked the seat belt onto her. "Your hair is all nice and you even trimmed your facial fur."

"Well I wanted to look nice," he chuckled, "So are you going to tell me where we're going?" The red fox giggled and reached into her purse, pulling out a thin paper that was elegantly decorated. Dorian took the offered parchment and his eyes grew large and his horizontal irises shrank to mere slivers. "C-Carmelita...this is..."

"Yep," she smiled, "You are going to take me to L'oulette."

"I knew it was going to a fancy place, but I had no idea that it would be-

"Is that a problem, Dorian?" She raised an eyebrow and gave a smirked as she patted his shoulder. He turned to her and smiled as he chuckled and clicked on his safety belt. Driving out towards their destination, the ocelot couldn't help but glance out of the corner of his eye at the gorgeous fox to his right. He smile began to grow with each passing minute as they drove down to the famous restaurant.


"Hey, it's the same red mustang that took her to work." Sly Cooper balanced on the tips of his toes as he zoomed in on the scene with his binoc-u-com. Seeing Carmelita emerge from the apartment building dressed in one of her outfits nearly made his jaw drop from his skull to her beauty. "My god...what's going on?" Seeing a male ocelot standing by the car dressed in formal attire as well made him furrow his brows in puzzlement.

As the car sped away, Sly replaced the binoc-u-com back into his holster and gave chase after the muscle car. It wasn't too difficult to tail, all that horse power and all this traffic didn't mix too well for the driver's plans to make a speedy get away. Sprinting across rooftops and vaulting over gaps of alleyways, the car finally made a stop at a very ritzy looking restaurant. The word "L'oulette" was spelt out in cursive neon red lights as the ocelot opened the door for Carmelita and they both walked into the building. "Well...this is interesting."

Jumping down from the roof, Sly slinked through the shadows of an alleyway and watched through one of the windows as the couple took a seat at a white circular table. A waiter came by and poured them two glasses of a maroon liquid and passed them two menus before he departed. Hearing the elegant music of the piano and an angle voiced woman singing in harmony with the piano's key chimes through the speaker system of his binoc-u-com, Sly zoomed in on the couple to listen in on the conversation.

"...never had the wine here before, better yet I've never been here before." The ocelot spoke as he took a sip of the dark liquid from his glass. Carmelita did the same as they clinked their glasses together.

"I've been here once before," Sly's heart was thumping, was she going to mention his name to the ocelot?

"You have, with anyone in particular?" The raccoon leaned closer as did the feline as they both waited for her to respond.

"Just a good friend of mine, that's all." Sly's jaw dropped open as the air held in his lungs rushed out of his open mouth in a rasp. He felt much like a balloon with all the air let out. Watching the rest of the date from the shadows of the alleyway, he soon discovered the identity of this feline. A Dorian Booker, most likely from the way he carried himself, he was his replacement as Constable and partner of Carmelita. As the meal was finished, they made their way to the dance floor and danced to the fast paced honks of a blues sax and trumpets.

Every moment was quite excruciating for the raccoon. He found himself become increasingly warm and sweaty as the anger began to heat up his body, watching as Carmelita was rather enjoying herself. Once the date was finally over, Cooper took his spot onto the rooftops as he chased down Booker's mustang. Coming to a halt in front of the apartment complex, both Dorian and Carmelita stood by the entrance and stared at one another for a moment. Sly zoomed in and watched as the couple continually glanced at the doorway and then back at one another.

"So...I guess this goodbye," Dorian said through the speakers of Sly's binoc-u-com. "I had a great night with you, Carmelita."

"It was nice, Dorian. You really surprised me." Sly rolled his eyes as the ocelot acted bashful and rubbed the back of his head.

"Well I do try my best, heh." Oh just shoot me now, Cooper thought to himself. His ears perked again to the sound of Carmelita's voice.

"I had a good time with you, Dorian." She paused to think of the right words to say. "I guess I'll see you at work tomorrow."

"Yeah...I guess." They both looked at one another for a moment before Dorian drew in a deep breath. He slowly leaned forward and planted a small kiss on Carmelita's lips. All the fur on Sly's body bristled on end as his eyes opened so wide he thought they would roll right out of their sockets.

"Oh you did not just do that," the raccoon whispered. He switched his gaze towards Carmelita, seeing as she didn't pull away from the kiss, whether she did quite the opposite. She slowly closed her eyes and returned the kiss for a moment before she pulled away and stepped up the concrete steps towards the door.

"Well, goodnight, Dorian. I'll see you in the morning at work." Her voice was slightly quick as she breathed heavily, staring down at him from atop the grey stone steps. Dorian looked as if he was in a trance as he stood there and watched her leave, lifting up a paw to wave goodbye.

"Yeah...see you around...boss ma'am." He slowly turned around as he watched Carmelita disappear into the apartment building and slowly made his way towards his car. He stopped and placed a paw to his lips as he lightly touched them. Turning back to stare at the door of the apartment, he smiled and blew a kiss towards the building before he climbed into his car and rode off. Sly shoved the binoc-u-com into his red holster and crossed his arms, bending his knees to squat on that one spot atop his perch for a moment.

What the hell just happened? That was Carmelita, dating of all things. She just didn't go out on a date, she was different then that. And yet there she was, going out on a date with a partner she knew for about what, a month? It took him almost three until the policemen's ball when she finally accepted his kiss. He brought his eyebrows down and glared at the ground as the rumbling of storm clouds above him made him glance up.

A rain drop spackled on the end of his nose and he cringed as he sighed. Rain poured down so he pulled out the brown trench coat he wore when at the airport to ward off the rain drops. Placing a matching brown fedora hat for his disguise, he shoved his cap into the coat and stuffed his paws into the pockets of the trench coat and walked down the sidewalk. "She kissed him...she kissed him," he kept repeating as he paced back and forth on the deserted sidewalk. "She kissed him...how could she kiss him?"

He stopped his pacing as he glanced up from the floor and continued walking. His ears perked up as he heard a small noise from behind him and he turned around. The sloshing of boot soles in the rain caught his attention as he looked up to see a red clad vixen with blazing crimson fur. "Oh, Charles, hello," Natalie shouted over the rain as she came jogging up to him, "How are you? Some weather we're having, aren't we?"

Her joyful expression changed as she noticed his depressed looking face. "Is something wrong?"

"Oh, Natalie, hi, it's nothing, no need to worry," The vixen smiled and patted the side of his face, sending shivers down his body and making his fur stand on end from goose bumps.

"Mind if I walk with you, I've got no where to be in particular. I just like walking out in the rain." She slipped her gloved paw into his; he didn't tear it away in the slightest. She squeezed it and he squeezed back as they walked together. Stopping near an alleyway, she slipped her paw out of his and turned around slowly, looking up at him with those intense eyes of hers.

She slowly smiled and brought a paw to his face again. "You have very lovely eyes," she whispered, "I really like them."

"Um, t-thank you, you have nice eyes too, Natalie." He drew in a breath as she moved closer to him, pressing her body closer to his and causing his eyes to grow wide and look away.

"Don't you just love the rain? How it makes things sparkle and look so beautiful?" She pulled away and slowly twirled around in the rain like a ballerina. She spun every gorgeous inch of her around for him to see, his eyes glued to her curvaceous and luscious form. He focused on her voice as it cut through the clouds in his mind and made him take his eyes off her hips for a moment.

"It makes everything so beautiful," she walked closer to him and placed a paw on his chest, "Do you think I'm beautiful, Charley? Do you mind if I call you that?" Sly's mouth hung open for a moment as he looked down at her sparkling eyes.

"I...y-yes, you can call me Charley, and yes...you are very beautiful." What did he just say? His eyes grew big again as he caught himself. You love Carmelita you dolt, you love her. She's the beautiful woman of your dreams.

But from what he saw transpire earlier this night, he felt an urge to do something very radical. He wanted some payback, he was too angry to think rationally. Why should Carmelita go around kissing whoever she wants while he's treated like garbage left to lie out in the rain and be stepped on? Natalie placed both paws on Sly's shoulders and leaned up to plant a fiery kiss upon his lips. He didn't pull away, he didn't resist in the slightest.

He took both his paws and cupped the sides of her face and pushed deeper into the kiss, her lips parting and her pink tongue probing his lips to gain entry. They both moved into the abandoned alley as she pushed him up against the wall and pressed her body against his. The rain came down in a flurry, drenching them to the bone and making their fur shine and sparkle in the night. He parted his mouth and her velvet soft and warm tongue dueled along with his own. She slowly pulled away and licked her lips as she slid the red dyed leather coat from her body, it slid off her perfect form and piled onto the rain soaked floor under them.

Sly glanced down, seeing a mountain of cleavage from her chest as she slowly unbuttoned her red collared shirt. He was pushed up against the brick wall of the alley again as she kissed him passionately again and slid the trench coat off from his shoulders to pool onto the floor beside her red one. "Do you wish to have me, Charley," she whispered as she nuzzled his neck and buried her nose into the fur under his chin, "Because you can, you can do whatever you'd like to me. I'm yours." He sucked in a breath as she reached up and slid the fedora from his head and ran her fingers through the spiky tufts of hair on his head. Sly sighed as he shut his eyes and was pressed against the wall with Natalie pushing against his body, her form slick and slippery with moisture.

She cooed softly as she licked the side of his face and grinded her hips against his. Sly gasped as he felt her moist tongue slide up the side of his face and he fought against his body as his paws slowly ran down the vixen's sides and rested on her hips. The images of Carmelita laughing and kissing Dorian flooded his vision, making his blood boil and he gave in and gripped Natalie's hips. Feeling the rain run down his neck and trail down his spine made him tingle and grunt as he sighed in comfort with Natalie's roaming paws. "You can have me, Charley...anyway you choose. You're in charge."

He leaned forward and clutched her back as he shoved his mouth into hers and she moaned and curled her arms around his neck, his paws rubbing against her soft and slippery body. Reaching down, she unbuttoned the rest of her shirt and the light as a feather fabric drifted to the floor. She reached down and felt for the raccoon's belt as she unfastened it and began sliding it out of the belt loops on his grey pants. As his belt came free, Sly pulled away from her mouth and pressed up against the wall again. "Wait, wait," he gasped, "I can't do this."

"Yes you can...I don't mind," she whispered as she continued unbuttoning his pants and slowly pulling down on the zipper. "I think it's the perfect spot, with the perfect man."

"No, I mean..." he trailed off as more angry images of Carmelita and Dorian flooded his mind, "I mean I can't...I promised myself I wouldn't."

"What do you mean," she asked looking up at him as she crashed to her knees and pulled the flaps of his pants back as she finished unzipping them, "I didn't see a ring on that finger of yours. Who waits for marriage these days?"

"No I-I can't, Natalie. You're very beautiful, and from what I saw tonight I wouldn't mind in the least to continue where this is going. But I simply can't...it isn't right."

"Since when is anything right in this wild world we live in?" She slid back up to stare at him face to face as she lapped the side of his muzzle with her tongue again. "I don't care, I want you Charles...I need you." Sly's heart pounded like a jackhammer, he was praying it wouldn't burst from his chest with how hard it pounded. He tried to pull away from her muzzle but it proved useless as he melted into another kiss from her fiery sweet lips.

Feeling her bare breasts push against his chest caused him to heave and breathe deep, her tongue trailing around his lips as she slowly pulled away and clutched the bottom of his sweater, slowly peeling it off of his body. Bringing both paws to his bare chest, she ran her fingers through his damp fur and dug her claws into his back as she raked them slowly up and down. Sly drew in a breath and glanced down at the glossy fur of her chest that was slick with rain water, the two globes that were pressed against his chest also caught his attention until he forced himself to look away. "Natalie, please, I can't..."

"Yes you can, don't be scared, enjoy yourself. I know I will." Her hot breath poured into his ear as she whispered lovingly into it. He shivered again and panted as he shut his eyes and muttered to himself. You can't do this, you can't do this, don't do this.

You love Carmelita and only Carmelita, how can you do this to her? His mind screamed at him until he couldn't stand the sounds any longer. Grasping her shoulders, Sly gently pushed Natalie's body off of his and held her there as she stared at him in puzzlement. "If it's your first time, I understand. I'm nervous too, but don't worry I-

"No, Natalie it isn't that...I just can't do this," he stated firmly yet gently, "I promised my heart to someone else. I can't do this to her."

"She won't appreciate you as much as I will! No woman can give you what you deserve. None...except for me, if you give me a chance." Coming back towards him, she slid a leg up to wrap around his side as she wormed out of her black pants, exposing a rather thin pair of panties that accentuated her round curvaceous rump.

"Natalie...I can't," he sighed as he rested both his paws on her shoulders, "I'm sorry." Natalie glanced down at the floor for a moment and shut her eyes. Then, slowly looking back up, she gently placed her paw around his neck and gently stroked his fur. She dropped her leg down from curling around his torso and pulled her pants back up.

"Not as sorry as you're going to be, Mr. Cooper." Sly's eyes grew big as he felt Natalie's grip tighten around his throat and the icy edge of a knife press against his neck. He gagged slightly to her grip tightening and he followed the gleaming knife's blade with his eyes as it danced menacingly around his muzzle and face. "I wanted to have a little fun before things went south if you understand my meaning," her voice changed from the sweet tone to a more sinister sounding, "But you being such a saint and all, well I must confess, it really disappointed me. Here I thought I'd meet the Casanova, thee ladies man of ladies men, Sly Cooper."

She trailed her paw down to his groin and roughly squeezed, causing him to cringe and grunt in mild agony. "And what do I find," with each passing word, her sharp as nails grip tightened, "I find a weak, gutless, spineless, crotchless pansy filth who's too proud, too pure to even indulge himself in simple pleasures for fear that his lady love will not approve. I offer you heaven, and you spit in my face, you should thank me for offering you what I could give you before I end your life."

"No," he grunted, "You're the filth...trying to get the first guy you see to penetrate you. You're not a woman...you're a vile, tongue swallowing, venom spitting succubus." Her intense eyes grew larger to the sting of his insult.

"W-what did you call me?!"

"Oh you heard me the first time, witch." Sly grunted and cringed as he held back tears from her crushing grip on the precious spot between his legs. He laughed through the pain and gave a cocky smirk. "C'mon, you call that foreplay? My love is ten times more adventurous and rough then you'll ever be, Natalie." Grunting again, Natalie lifted him up off the floor by his loins and shoved him up against the brick wall as she danced the tip of the knife around under his chin and on his neck.

"I am not Natalie," she sneered, her eyes flashing in a sinister almost demonic stare, "My name is Scarlet Crimson, the woman who shall end your life." Still standing in the rain without a shirt, despite having a knife held up to his chin, Sly couldn't take his eyes off her. More actually he couldn't take his eyes off her chest. Sliding a tendril of damp red hair from her face, she smirked and leaned closer to lick the side of his face one last time, trailing her tongue up to his ear as she gripped the spot in-between his legs again. "You taste wonderful, shame I can't dine on the full course meal."

"Scarlet," Sly grunted, "You couldn't even afford the appetizer."