He pouted, but grabbed my hand and walked beside me to a hotel. We easily got a room and I immediately grabbed a pair of my new clothes and went to take a shower, making sure to lock the door behind me. I undressed and turned on the water. Stepping under the warm water, I sighed. It felt good as it ran over my achy sore muscles. I must have stayed there for almost an hour, just scrubbing the filth from my body and hair, but avoiding the wound on my arm. After I finally pried myself out of the shower, I got dressed, brushed my unruly hair, and scrubbed my teeth clean. Strife was in the middle of the room anxiously pacing, when I opened the door. He stopped mid pace and strode over to where I stood, placing his hands on my waist and pressing his lips to mine. I giggled but wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. He paused for a breath and started down at me intently. I blushed shyly.
"Want some food?" I asked, awkwardly, not sure what to do.
"Food can wait." Strife mumbled as he pressed his lips to mine again.
"I guess." I giggled.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and giggled softly as he moved to my neck. Suddenly he stopped kissing me and put me down. Awkwardly, I blushed and turned to find food. I handed him a plate and deciding I wasn't hungry, I went to check my wounds and clean them. The wound down my left arm was almost healed, but it was packed full of dirt. I walked into the tiny kitchen and turned on the faucet, waiting for the warm water to start running. Grinding my teeth, I put the wound under the water and hissed as the warm stream washed away loose dirt and dried blood. After the first layer had washed away I began to lightly scrub the wound. It stung badly, but I needed to get it clean otherwise it would get infected and then it would be worse than this. I didn't hear Strife enter the room, so when I turned around I yelped in surprise. He smiled crookedly, as I began to blush.
"You scared me."
"Sorry." He chuckled, as he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer.
I raised an eyebrow. "Uh..Hu. Sureeeeeee." I giggled.
He pulled off his mask and pouted as I tried to pull away.
"I have things to do." I mumbled turning away to wash the dishes.
I heard him get off the counter and exit the room for a few moments. I turned and walked into the main area of the room. Strife had disappeared to take a shower, so I sat down and began to sort everything that I had just bought. I quickly became distracted and it didn't take me long to finish sorting. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't notice Strife had re-appeared until he suddenly wrapped his arms around my shoulders. He leaned over the back of the couch and gently pressed his lips to the side of my neck. Strife pulled away for a few moments and leaped over the back of the couch, landing beside me, pinning me underneath him on the wide couch.
'Strife, you scared me again." I laughed.
"I'm not sorry this time." He growled, biting my neck roughly.
"Strife." I yelped in protest.
"No." He snarled biting my neck harder.
Strife placed his hands on my hips, under my t-shirt. I felt a blush creep onto my face and I shyly placed my hands on his trim waist. He grumbled his approval and trailed his kisses from my neck up to my face. I turned my face up to his and kissed him.
"So, I'm Nephilim now, what does that mean?" I giggled.
"That we get to spend eternity together." Strife replied, tugging off his band tee and throwing it across the room.
"That sounds too good to be true." I whispered shyly.
"I'll prove that it's real." He said, smiling wickedly.