Rogue Huntsman

Fruitful

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Lylac sipped her virgin cocktail lightly, gazing at Anoel from behind half-lidded eyes, "So, how did you know I was back?"

"You hopped across town for nearly a week and stole over 19 crates of varying fruits, going through all that effort just to get the attention of the information network," Anoel sighed, watching Ly carefully place her glass down.

"Oh? Did I…? I steal a lot of things, how did you know it was me?" Ly asked cheekily, a grin beginning to crawl across her lips.

"Really?" Anoel slid her own glass to the side, watching Ly's grin play across her face, "7 crates of apples, 4 crates of nectarines, 5 crates of oranges, 2 crates of elderberries, and 1 crate of lychees. What half-witted thief would ever go this far for a grocery list?"

Ly's grin only grew, "Good question, you tell me."

Anoel breathed out, "You literally spelled it out for me."

"I guess my kleptomania has a mind of its own…"

Anoel climbed into Ly's lap this time, placing her hands softly on her shoulders to push her against the back of the booth, "You spelled out my name with fruit, stole the exact number of crates to match my age, and you also trekked through the streets to target the exact stores to physically spell out the word 'SEX' on the geographical map of the kingdom."

"Did I win?" Ly asked, eyes turning up to meet Anoel's own.

"I don't know… you tell me," Anoel leaned down in exasperation, grazing her lips against the side of Ly's neck, "Which do you want? Me… or sex…? I know you're hungry for it after all that..."

"Is it so much to ask for both~?" Ly's tone adopted a singsong inflection.

"For you? Never…" Anoel smiled against the thief's skin, flaring her heat ever so slightly, "But I have to ask. Why fruit?"

"Oh Ano… isn't it obvious?" Lylac's smug grin couldn't have gotten any bigger, "I always knew you were a bit of a fruit…"

Anoel stopped and pulled back, taking that precious moment to give the girl beneath her a deadpanned stare.

"What?"

"I hate you…" Anoel couldn't believe this.

"No you don't," Ly responded, grin never falling, "I spent an entire month planning that out. All for you. Did you like it?"

"A month of planning and a week of preparation," Anoel couldn't help but sigh again, settling her light weight back as she leaned away, "You do realize half the information network ships us… right?"

"Oh, absolutely, but given our history..." Ly leaned forward, slowly wrapping her arms around Anoel's lower back, "who can blame them?"

"You've been craving this for a while now, haven't you," Anoel returned, nestling herself into Ly's arms before draping her own behind the girl's neck.

"Who else would I go through all the effort of stealing grocery items for, all for an obviously terrible, but meticulously planned joke? You're damn right I've been craving it, last time I checked, it's been 18 months since we last met."

Anoel leaned into Lylac, dipping her lips down to barely graze the corner of the girl's smug smile, "I guess I better make this worth your while then… Can't have you sitting with your panties in a bunch for too long, especially when they can be around your ankles."

"I think I'll need a little more alcohol before we slip into bed…" Ly winked, snaking her arm behind Anoel to grasp her cocktail.

"Oh, Ly," Anoel slid the cocktail out of Lylac's reach with just a brush of the hand, returning her full attention back to the girl against the booth's backrest, "Who said anything about you waiting that long before getting what you want? I thought you were craving it?"

"Oh, I am, but I still need to hide from the boys in blue, they can be very persistent ankle biters if you let them." With her drink out of reach, Ly did the only thing she could do with her hands positioned the way they were.

She slid Anoel forward by the curve of her lower back and slipped her hands down the back of her jeans, taking a firm hold of what she found there.

"They won't be the only ones biting you tonight~" Anoel silkenly teased, tilting her head to further tempt Lylac into kissing her as she ground her hips into Ly's lap, "This is Niro's bar, cops don't have the balls to step foot near this place. Meaning… we have all the privacy in the world."

The smirk occupying Ly's face suddenly dropped, "This is for the bad joke, isn't it?"

"Maybe~" Anoel's fingers found their way to the open buttons of Ly's coat, sliding the article over the girl's shoulders before kissing the revealed skin of Lylac's neck as she went, "You think I haven't been craving this too?"

"You're very forward about getting it on in an establishment, especially one run by Niro, of all people," Ly responded, her eyes switching from fluorescent rose gold to a glistening cerulean, "I like to consider myself as an open individual, but…"

Anoel chastely pecked Ly's cheek before pulling away, "I know, but Niro isn't one to get jealous. I've been trying that for years."

"So it's true?" Ly inquired curiously, tilting her head.

"Sadly, not as true as I'd like it to be," Anoel admitted.

"So it is true?!" Ly gasped, only to get a shake of the head from the phoenix in her arms, only confusing Ly, "I leave the kingdom for over a year and you two still aren't a thing?"

"You know more than anyone how much I want that, but he just doesn't see it." Anoel's eyes, for the first time that night, melted into a soft pink, "Hell, I doubt he's even listening in on us right now."

"If Niro was listening, then my drink will become alcoholic," Ly replied, tempting fate in the process.

A small thud suddenly sounded out behind them, causing the two to glance back at the table to see a glistening bottle of acolyte settling itself at its center.

Ly's focus then returned to Anoel, "You were saying?"

Anoel's eyes flashed orange as her cheeks flushed red, her expression quickly hiding in the crook of Ly's neck.

"Thanks Niro! I'll get you a black gem to match that emerald!" Ly called over Anoel's shoulder, giving the bartender a two-finger salute.

"I'll reinforce the windows when you do," Niro replied, only casting a momentary glance their way before mixing a round of several more drinks.

"He says that, but I have a collection of 19 little black gems with his name on it at my place," Ly whispered.

All she got was a small squeak in return before Anoel pressed herself further into Ly's body, holding the girl tighter to make herself smaller.

"You were hoping he'd hear all of that, weren't you?" Ly asked, feeling Ano nod against her neck, "Thought so, though, despite your best efforts, he's not budging either."

Anoel's body shifted ever so slightly as the heat in her cheeks deepened, "He probably only heard the word 'alcohol'."

"We both know he's not that oblivious to his surroundings, but I'll hold you to that the next time you get flustered." Ly's smug smirk returned to its rightful place on her soft lips, only to break with a small yelp after Anoel nipped her neck.

"He's just so dense!" Anoel whined against Ly's hot skin, eyes remaining in the orange as she sought out all the sensitive places of the girl's neck with a deft familiarity.

"You really are head over heels, huh? Though I suppose you still have me when your frustration spikes again," Ly replied, slipping her slim hands beneath the hem of Anoel's shirt to travel up her bare back.

"N-no," Anoel replied hastily, but Ly could feel the pout against her neck, "I-I'm just… we just…" a hot breath soon crashed against Ly's neck as Ano's shoulders deflated, "Let's just get you drunk and have sex already."

"You know, Ano… One of the many benefits of my Semblance is allowing me to detect slight color changes in my immediate area. This helps notify me when someone is lurking nearby, whether I need to allow more light to pass through my body, or when a certain someone's eyes change color based off of emotion…" Ly teased, "You're not fooling me with that nonsense."

Anoel only groaned, "I forgot how stupidly perceptive you can be sometimes. But if you know me so well, what does this mean?"

Ano leaned up and sealed her lips against Lylac's, pressing the thief back into the seat with a heated kiss.

As soon as that contact broke again, Anoel leaned back and gave the girl an expectant gaze.

"Means more drinking and less talking because you're horny."

Anoel and Niro were out, likely somewhere down in Vale. And with the weekend just around the corner, making it just today, tomorrow, and the next being the last days of the temporary break Ozpin gave the school after the siege, Arex wanted to start work on a few projects.

One of which she was just requested to do from last night's incident at the docks…

The groups involved were all questioned, but as soon as that was done, Arex found a certain reaper outside her door with a pair of battered, chipped, and bloodied golden gauntlets held tightly in her grasp.

It wasn't exactly a contract, but Ruby was entirely willing to make it one. She was willing to pay for it too. Arex didn't need the girl to go that far though, not after what she heard Yang did for someone they had only met that day.

Ruby was too distracted to even work on Ember Celica herself. She wanted to spend the night with Yang in her infirmary room.

It wasn't a hard decision. Arex accepted the broken gauntlets without a second thought and ushered Ruby off to go to her sister.

Now, she was out in town herself, working her way to her preferred hardware and weapons store she managed to stumble across early on in her forging career.

A pre-ordered collection of parts and tools lay in wait for her to pick up.

Only… that was the plan. Instead, something kept sidetracking her.

"Kit?" Arex hummed, turning her head in a fan of raven locks to find the spot beside her vacant of the girl she was just standing next to, "Where did she…?"

Light blue eyes dashed around before settling on a nearby storefront window to a café, familiar white strands of hair drifting softly against the shorter girl's lower back. A panda hat they had just picked up sat snugly on the girl's head, hiding away her ears and dangling long, fluffy mitten-paws down to reach the sides of her waist.

Two pale hands lay planted against the window, Arex noticing a curious gleam in the kitsune's eyes as she gazed inside its display glass.

"Come on Kit, if we take too long here we'll just be up even longer tonight," Arex said, dipping back through the crowd to reach her partner's side again, "We have snacks in the dorm. Good ones too."

Kitsuki's eyes still remained fixed on something inside the encasement in front of them, Arex getting no real response for several silent moments as the crowd behind them passed by.

Three fox tails that, ordinarily, would've been swaying back and forth were tightly wrapped and flattened around Kitsuki's waistband, appearing like a white, fluffy belt as its cover.

They were in town after all. Arex didn't want to bother with any discrimination here outside of Beacon.

The kitsune already gets enough of it from Cardin.

"Okay…" Arex sighed, glancing inside the window to try and spot out what exactly her partner's golden-orange eyes were fixated on, "See something you like?"

Kitsuki's reflection soon shifted slightly, and Arex watched as the girl pointed forward and toward a small peanut butter trifle in a glass that rested on the upper portion of the display.

"You want the trifle?" Arex asked, getting a tiny nod of confirmation from the girl beside her, "There was one of those in the gift basket Inuba gave us. Are you sure you'd rather have a store-bought one?"

Kit's eyes quickly closed as she shook her head, tossing her hat's panda paws around, "I don't like Inuba's baking."

"You don't? It was anything but bad," Arex responded, watching as Kitsuki eventually opened her eyes again and glanced her way, hands signing something else out.

"It's too incredible, which detracts from the appeal. She's already at a level so high, there's no point in rating her. It's like there's little room for improvement for her anymore," Kitsuki replied, eyes glancing back to the confections behind the glass once more, "Do you… remember that person I brought up? The one I mentioned who used to bake things and cook things for me to try?"

Arex nodded, "The one you said Inuba couldn't replicate, even if she tried."

"That's because they tried over and over again, year after year, trying their hardest to get better with the few ingredients they had. They were at a level so far below Inuba, that it was their own little league, but I watched them keep trying, over and over again, just to find something that I'd like."

She was there from the beginning… wasn't she… Arex tried to swallow a lump in her throat at the thought, watching Kitsuki flash through the signs of her words with a dull expression residing over her face.

"It was never about the taste… was it…" Arex realized.

Kit slowly shook her head, "They got better every time, and I could taste the difference with each dish. But… they never really did end up finding something catered to me specifically, like they did for the rest of us…"

Like the rest of them… Arex had never really found herself asking Kit directly about her past, and in retrospect, she'd never delve that far into something personal.

But hearing these bits and pieces of a life Kitsuki no longer seemed to have, it only turned these moments into heart-wrenching scenes of remorse for something she could've done nothing to prevent.

To be there, to taste the development as much as the improvement, to witness and partake in every blunder, every success, every morsel of effort… She was there to taste every twist and turn of this friend's effort, only to watch them go without ever achieving their goal…

She was afraid of ruining a memory she cherished in a dish made by a friend… Arex didn't need anything more for that.

She couldn't blame anyone in Kit's boots for being biased about something like this.

The phoenix grabbed Kit's hand and tugged her inside the cafe, hopping in line to grab them the trifle her partner was staring at, "Was this just… one of the dishes they made you?"

Kit nodded, "It was the first one they tried because they found out I liked peanut butter… and that it was an easy dessert to make."

"Did you like it?"

"They somehow messed it up…" Kit replied, giving Arex a meek shrug of her shoulder, "But I loved it anyway."

"But they kept trying, despite all their mess ups, they kept going," Arex continued softly, getting another nod from the Kitsune beside her.

"They refused to give up."

Arex slowly nodded, the two of them moving forward in the line as they waited. She guessed, after all that, she only really had one thought… Neither will I.

North-West Vale was considerably different from Western Vale itself. Houses were larger, businesses were less likely to be robbed, and tourism was more likely to occur.

Judging by the fact that Ly had led Anoel to a hotel, the info-broker could clearly see the girl was here to stay.

The building itself was tall, nowhere near as tall as the skyscrapers in Atlas, but tall nonetheless. The front of the hotel was decorated with trees, flowers, and shrubbery, all lining the lit stone pathway to the lobby's foyer. Anything to attract the Lien of those that decided to visit the crown jewel of Sanus.

"This is it," Ly declared, swaying as she tried her best to remain standing, "Home, sweet home."

The girl had downed most of the acolyte that appeared on their table at the bar, leaving her sobriety in a state of disarray.

"Leave it to you to nab one of the most pricey luxury suites on the market," Anoel chided, keeping her arms wrapped around Ly's side as the two walked together down the cobbled stone path.

"Don't - hic - assume I would buy one of those - hic - boring family homes, Ano," the girl replied, trying her best to stay serious, "I like my safehouses to have a bit of class."

"But you're also one who enjoys security, and in a home that stands alone, it has significantly less than a public hotel like this," Anoel replied, taking the first step forward to get the glass door for the girl pressed into her side, "Knowing you, all your little diamonds and gems feel more at home in a penthouse suite than a cold, multi-floor home that you'd never use. Oh, and before I forget, I can see all these bright lights appealing to your… tastes."

Ly turned to face her with a deadpanned glare, "One: The top three floors of this building - hic - are only accessible via a private elevator only residents can access, and two: shut up."

Anoel's grin played prominently across her lips as the two slipped inside, letting the glass doors seal shut behind them as they entered the ambient atmosphere of the hotel's lobby. A marble statue stood elegantly at its center, surrounded by a floor of smooth, polished granite, and fortified with pillars running around the perimeter of the room.

Aside from those and the shining chandelier above, which was already graced with the wooden rails of balconies they couldn't see from the ground floor, the room was something Anoel could probably envision without so much as stepping foot inside the hotel herself.

It was fancy. Everything else just left her mind.

Ly's hand made its way inside her inner coat pocket, pulling out a glossy plastic card. It had her name, photograph, and room number prominently engraved and on show across its surface. She soon loosened herself from Anoel's grip and approached the attendant sat by the receptionist desk built into the back wall.

"Evening sweetie," she greeted the girl sat behind the desk, "I have a plus-one with me tonight and would appreciate it if we're not disturbed until late morning tomorrow. Is that okay?"

The girl behind the desk snapped her focus away from her terminal and straight to Lylac's pink irises, brushing a loose strand of chestnut-colored hair behind her right ear.

The two didn't fail to notice the light blush that painted her cheeks either.

"Oh, um... sure, no problem Miss Chroma. I'll…" she paused for a moment, leaning to the left to briefly peer at Anoel before returning her gaze back to Ly, "I'll let the house cleaning team know. Have a good evening."

"Thank you, honey. I'm sure Ly will remember this," Ly's plus-one replied, Anoel giving the girl a small dip of her hat before giving her a cheeky smile, "However, feel free to become the exception. Just knock before you come in."

A wink was all Anoel needed to add to have the girl shifting in a suddenly heated fluster.

Ly slowly returned to Anoel's side and directed her to the golden doors of the private residential elevator, swiped her identification card against the scanner, and stepped inside once the doors had opened.

As soon as the doors closed, Ly turned to her plus-one with a smirk, "She's gay, definitely gay, she just doesn't know it yet."

"Oh, I think she knows," Anoel replied, pressing Ly against the smooth wall as the two slowly ascended 40 floors, "I just think she's never tried before."

"She's missing out… maybe I can convince her to step out of that closet," Ly returned, winking cheekily as she ran a few fingers up the juncture between Anoel's legs.

"Honey, it'll be as easy as asking her to come up to your room with you," Anoel muttered, pressing herself against Ly's body, "I can sense as well as see heat signatures and changes in body temperature. You don't have to be me to feel the heat leaking from between her legs."

"Converting her will be as easy as leaving a trail of breadcrumbs. Poor girl won't know what hit her until I snatch her and remove her clothes." Ly emphasized her point by unbuttoning Anoel's pants and tugging her zipper down.

"I'm sure you'll be more than enough for her to handle… but if we really want her to convert for sure," Anoel slipped Ly's coat off, stealing the garment for herself before draping it over her shoulder, then dipped in low to whisper huskily into Ly's ear, "bring me with you."

Ly hummed softly, "I'm sure I can share my bed with the pair of you..."

"We'll be sharing a lot more than just the bed," Anoel replied without missing that beat of Ly's heart, glancing away for just a moment to see the twentieth-floor flash by in a golden hue, "I doubt she'll take the bait tonight, though. Maybe another time."

"She'll be busy hammering away at that keyboard until 6, thing is…" Ly's hands found their way to Anoel's curved hips, pulling her in roughly, "there's more than one place to have sex in my apartment. Would you prefer the hot tub? The shower? Or, just the bed?"

Anoel hummed sensually as she let Ly pull her in, "All of the above?"

"Works for me."

The small chime of a bell rattled off as Arex and Kitsuki pushed their way into a weapons store with the sun setting in the window's background.

It opened into a cleanly cluttered storefront, its walls all lined with shelving units and a glass counter lay situated at the side of the store to their right. Short aisles of mechanical parts and materials resided in gondola shelving systems running parallel down the center of the store itself, leading to the back.

The walls were more cluttered than the central shelves, displaying physical adaptations of modernized weapons and blueprints of weapons in the making. The ones that were built and on show weren't typical weapons either, something Arex grew quickly fond of for a store like this.

The Nova family was infamous for creating unique weaponry that spun away from traditional arms.

Blueprints for impact yo-yos, collapsible scythes, extendable polearm bats, and even chained chakram blades rested high up on the walls Arex passed by.

One of the few to catch her eye was a high-impact, rocket-propelled orb with gravity fluctuation modifiers.

But she couldn't get distracted, not now. With a shake of the head, she kept going.

There was always a new design showcased every week. That one just happened to be the one on display this week.

"Arex! I was wondering when you'd show up," a girl called out from behind the glass counter, another wall of weapons and designs situated behind her, "You usually pick up your orders within the hour. What happened?"

"Sorry, got a little sidetracked," Arex replied, letting Kit's hand slip from her own as she let the girl wander around the compacted room.

"Well, I have it all set and ready for pickup, but it's a bit heavy," the girl replied, green eyes glancing to the short, white-haired girl Arex brought with her.

Arex grimaced for a moment, "How heavy?"

She'd never placed an order this large before, especially for multiple projects instead of just one, so it completely slipped her mind to at least calculate the weight the order would create.

"80 pounds, give or take," the clerk replied.

Arex's grimace deepened, her own eyes glancing to Kitsuki for a moment, but even that didn't help quell the thoughts of the inevitable struggle back to Beacon.

"If you two wouldn't mind waiting around for another twenty minutes, I close up at midnight," the girl continued, gesturing to a scroll tv at the corner of the store that displayed the time, "I can bring it up to your shop if that's where you're headed."

"It'll… actually be coming back with me to Beacon," Arex replied, walking up to the counter herself with a quickly brewing guilt rushing through her eyes, "But really, that's too far to ask of you. We can figure something out to carry it."

"It's not a bother, honest," the girl quickly replied, short strands of dusty orange hair swaying as she shook her head, "I'd feel bad forcing a heavy crate like this onto you and that tiny little girl over there."

"Nyla, really, it's-"

"Nonsense, you've been coming in here for six years now, it's the least I can do for someone as valuable as yourself," Nyla adamantly returned, tipping up the rim of a snug snapback black cap that left her hair sprawling messily out from beneath it, "80 pounds is nothing for a girl like me."

Arex held back her next response and just let out a tight sigh, her head turning back to Kitsuki wandering the aisles behind her, "If it's really not a bother-"

"Not at all," Nyla chirped back.

"Then I guess it's fine. I can pay for it now as well, just to get that out of the way."

"Oh! No need," Nyla waved off, rolling up the sleeves of a dark green track jacket as she turned around, "Some boy in a beanie dropped by earlier and paid for your order. He didn't say why, but I assumed it was because it's his project you're working on this time around."

Arex's eyes widened for a moment before she numbly nodded her head, "He did?"

"You bet your cute butt he did, but he didn't utter so much as a word. He just dropped off a note, the lien, said goodbye, then walked out." Nyla's voice soon grew muffled slightly as she opened a door behind her and disappeared into the back of the store.

After a few moments, she reappeared with a hefty black crate held effortlessly in her arms, the size of it a foot and a half all around.

"Strange boy too, he almost felt cold, if you know what I mean. He lacked the liveliness I see in most people, even your distant self," Nyla continued, hard, knee-high black boots clicking flatly away at the ground as she rested the crate onto the counter, "Feel free to look inside, make sure I didn't miss anything."

Nyla stepped back with an energetic nod, letting Arex silently make her way to the crate and swipe her scroll across a panel at its central lid.

Silver seals quickly decompressed and unlocked, sliding open within the hard exterior of the container before the box's lid collapsed outward and slid open, revealing what was inside.

Raw materials coupled with a variety of tools were nestled cleanly in place within the crate, multiple layers of dark gray protective foam fitting everything together within the box's black felt confinement.

Spare parts for Ember Celica lay inside the box as well…

With only a peak into each layer, Arex closed the crate and let it lock itself up tightly, "Looks good, though, you're never prone to mess anything up to begin with."

"Awe, a compliment from you? Now that's rare. I guess you going to Beacon has already made its mark on your persona," Nyla replied with a smile, sliding the crate back into her arms as she nodded up to the tv, "I'll close up early today. You were my last priority for the night."

"Maybe just a little bit… I'm still adjusting," Arex responded, letting Nyla make her way around the counter and into the heart of the store.

"Everybody takes time to adjust, especially you. But that school will do you some good, I can tell," Nyla said earnestly, making her way toward the door with Arex behind her, "You even met that cute little darling over there."

Black, tight short-shorts sashayed back and forth as Nyla nodded toward Kitsuki in the next aisle over, two golden-orange eyes perking up in attention as the only other residents in the room passed her.

"She your partner?"

One careful green eye over Nyla shoulder managed to catch Arex mid-nod, "Y-yeah."

"Lucky her… and lucky you," Nyla commented freely, smirking all the more as she pulled the storefront door open with her boot, managing to turn its handle without letting go of the crate and open it just a smidge to do so.

Soon enough, Kitsuki made her way back to Arex's side to leave the weapons store, sneaking her hand back into Arex's own and getting a raise of an eyebrow from Nyla.

Especially given the fact that Arex hardly minded, let alone noticed it.

If Nyla knew at least one thing about Arex, it was the pure hesitance behind returning any kind of physical contact with just about anyone, even her own sister. Seeing this only further proved that Beacon was having its effects on Arex in some way…

She was happy to see that.

Little sparrows have to leave their nests, after all.

"What's your name cutie?" Nyla asked, using her leg to push up and hold the crate in place against the doorframe as she closed and locked the door behind them. Everything inside soon shut off a moment later before the windows tinted into a heavy, reflective gleam.

When no response came, Nyla glanced toward the girl interlocking fingers with Arex and noticed a meek smile gracing her face.

"Shy?" the store owner asked, only getting an even meeker smile from Kit and a slight dip of the head.

"She communicates through sign language, but I already told her you never had the chance to learn any," Arex replied for her partner, pulling their interlocked hands out of sight as the two looked up at the taller woman before them.

Nyla was only two years older than Arex, three inches taller as well, but the difference in charisma and confidence was as clear as night and day.

"Oh, well if that's the case, I can read just fine. You have a scroll on you, right?" Nyla asked, getting a small startle from the girl before Kitsuki reached into the side of her boot and withdrew a collapsed black scroll.

"I guess that works just as well, then," Arex admitted, watching as Kit flicked her scroll open and typed something into her notes with her free hand.

Within a few deft taps, the short girl soon held up her message.

"It's Kitsuki, and thank you for helping us. Arex can be stubborn."

Nyla could only smile in return to that, "I know all too well, and for two delicate girls like you two, I'd do almost anything. This isn't a hassle at all."

Kit soon adopted a thankful smile and nodded her head, her chin still tilted up to stare at the taller woman before her. Nyla was six inches taller than herself, and the woman's boots only made that distance even further.

"Adorable…" Nyla vocalized in a breathless stupor, staring for just a few more moments before blinking and grinning, "Well, we have some time to chat then, Kitsuki. Beacon's a bit of a walk away, so we better start hoofing it if we wanna catch that bullhead."

So, uh, emotional rollercoaster of confusion? Interlacing silent trauma and sensual heat into a single chapter?

Yeah… sounds about right.

Sorry, sorta, but also not sorry. Quick, Hydra, say something.

"I regret nothing."

Heh. Totally wasn't my idea... I definitely didn't rope him into this or anything…

But seriously, that's just how those characters will interact with one another. Nothing more, nothing less, just them.

For now, Favorite and Follow.

I look forward to seeing REVIEWS for this. You'll be introduced to a LOT of concepts of mine. Feel free to give me your thoughts.

Cya XP