He's hunched over the desk, having elected to stay in his room and work. In part because he felt humiliated about waking up feeling desperately needy for the girl sleeping soundly next to him, snoring. He went to the bathroom and tried to relieve himself, but it didn't really work. So he decides he might as well keep working and let her sleep.
Every so often he glances at her, just to make sure she's still asleep. It's remarkable how little she moves or how little she seems to dream. Although frankly something must have happened to get her to fall asleep at all, according to her files in a couple of different ways. The most benign reason is it seems she takes her sleep meds in the opposite cycle of typical sleep. The second reason is she seems to have taken sleep meds consistently for a little over a decade with only occasional dreams.
It's both relieving and aggravating since she would be able to stand a better chance against whatever monster takes interest in her, sans him of course. But that comes at the price of not snooping through her messy apartment as much as he would like.
The lack of physical writing inside the apartment has been driving him mad, but he did see a computer in there and he's still reaping the benefits of hacking, because her mind is much more thoughtful and gorgeous than she let on. He even looked through many sketchbooks and taken just one. He's also still trying to discern anything from the detailed art and stare in awe at what careful work she's made.
There were some things in her apartment he's fascinated by, most 23 year olds do not in fact collect large dolls and make clothes for them. There was also sewing implements for her own clothes, and he was impressed by her creativity. Most of her clothes seemed to be handmade, if the fashion sketchbook implied anything.
His thoughts are interrupted by him combing through his hair and finding the texture gross. Between his hair and the problem he's been trying desperately to ignore, he knows he should shower. Luckily, he's done with what he needs to do today anyways, including making another trip to Oswald and kindly requesting (using fear gas and letting Scarecrow come out to play ) he let him hire Korone as an assistant.
He sighs and gets up, gazing at the sleeping girl. Her clothes are rumpled, and he thinks he should get her something...nicer? to sleep in so she doesn't get sleep marks on her body. Then again, he doesn't typically have girls sleeping in his bed completely oblivious to how much he is fucking starving for them. He impulsively scrawls a note for her, taking care it's neat and legible. It says something to this effect:
"Hello Ms. Kontos, Sleeping Beauty I grabbed some clothes for you if you would like to wear something more comfortable. If I'm not here, I'm taking a shower in the bathroom. I had a discussion with Oswald today, and I'd like to have one too about your employment over whatever you like from the kitchen. It's my treat :) -Jon"
By his name, there's a scribbled out misshapen heart, and the smiley face is a little lopsided, but he's no artist. He grabs a clean t-shirt, another Styx one, and a pair of clean boxers for her and lays both neatly out on the bed, trying so hard not to get excited about her scent getting left on his sheets and clothes. That of course he fails at, and he's glad the do not disturb sign is on the door, he would've bitten off whomever tried to enter. He less enthusiastically grabs some clothes and a couple towels for him, giving a final glance back at his bed and letting his mind finally go into a delusional gutter.
The one his brain comes up that he's so glad he had shut the bathroom and locked the door is simple, but effective if the strangled whimper he lets out as he tries to turn the shower on the hottest temperature is any indication. In his fantasy, he had eaten and eaten her out until she practically blacked out from his ministrations and her sleeping was recovering from that. Of course, he reminds himself as he strips, none of that happened. He just hugged himself to her and drank her into every other sense except sight, and prayed his shirt and pants are covered in her scent.
Once he's stripped, he takes the time to tease himself, imagining that thinner, nimbler fingers were doing it instead. Running over his chest, teasing his nipples, maybe biting a bit and those piercings would brush against him...Before he gets ahead of himself, he checks the water. Finding it acceptable, he steps in the shower and groans as the water hits his hair. He lets his hair get wet and rubs in some expensive shampoo, doing his best to be clean quickly so he can dally.
The best way to describe what he does to his hair is wash it at a frighteningly fast speed, feeling like he is going to die if he doesn't get his hands on himself fast enough. His fingers drag down his abs, and he moans thinking about how her clever, clever fingers would caress each muscle to make him want to scream. He has to pause at his hips, realizing that he's shaking and pre-cum is leaking heavily from the tip.
His hands gently creep down to his dick and balls, one hand gently groping underneath and he lets out a sinful groan. He does growl as he smears pre-cum over his shaft with his other hand, his cold blue eyes closing. Without comprehending it, he bucks into his hand and moans, feeling too good to consider the girl on his mattress.
His hand grips his shaft and he starts at a brisk, punishing pace, imagining poor Korone gagging and her dark grey eyes welling up with tears as she takes him in. Being the kind soul he is, he'd kiss them away and tell her that she is in fact doing so good taking his big cock in her cute little mouth that he can't get mad at her for not taking all of him. The piercings on her lower lip would feel so good on him too, and he lets out a soft whimper at that.
His hand goes faster and faster, the heat of the water spurring him on. He hopes soon she can be in the shower with him on her knees, taking him and swirling her tongue around him. A few flicks of his thumb over his slit and a loud moan of Korone's name does the trick as he paints the stall in white.
He does take the time to clean the shower with the second shower head and clean his body, trying to purge himself of what he did. He takes the towel and thoroughly dries himself off, then slipping on his comfortable clothes.
Stepping out of the bathroom, he freezes as he sees Korone sitting up in bed and facing the bathroom, blushing heavily and her dark grey eyes wide with a mixture of fear and... something else. She seems to freeze too, unable to say much. After some very tense moments, she lets out a shaky breath and decides to speak, "D-do you still want to be my boss, or?"