A/N: I love the reviewer who says she'll take shots everytime I call Carmelita a Voluptuous Vixen. I made a quick edit to the last chapter, after being clued into female Cooper ancestors having been spotted at the beginning of Sly3. I got the game but I'm trying to play through 1 and 2 first :) However, there IS a Sly3 ending Spoiler, which I've marked with a quick author's note. Sowwy! It's kinda hard to write a post sly3 story without making SOME measure of mention… I had to find out from a friend because I've not gotten through it yet, m'self. Lol.
As far as this stone, who's to say it isn't anything more than a big diamond with an even bigger rumor behind it? That's a SuperNatural being, for ya. Over Analyzing stuff like that. Or maybe one of them blessed this thing? Who knows, let's go and find out, shall we?
-K dawg
Chapter 5: …Like a woman scorned.
Carmelita narrowed her mocha gaze, relaxing her body and allowing herself to settle into the zone to prepare for a physical brawl. Donovan Loupe rose from the elemental shade, like some sort of eerie wraith. She glanced about herself to ensure she wasn't going to be surrounded and that's when her eye caught the gaze of another.
Karla Chintzy, half-breed feline fox, approached the two with a dazzling smile. Her attire had changed since Sly had last seen her. Some sort of one-piece body suit that resembled a leotard but with a 'V' split just above the midriff that tastefully covered her bosom and continued up over her shoulders, meeting in an 'X' just beneath her shoulder blades, overtop the mid-point of her spine, continuing down to reveal only the small of her back and the nape of her neck, where the material attached over her heart-shaped rear.
She approached Carmelita, offering a respectful nod to Donovan before placing her paw against Carmelita's chin. "Ah, so we finally meet."
Carmelita's paws tightened into fists, knuckles turning white beneath the fur. "And who are you, strutting around like some sort of heifer?"
"Heifer? Are you suggesting that I'm part of the bovine family?" Karla asked with a devious smirk. "I love when women attempt to insult another woman's vanity. It amuses me to watch you lower your pseudo-intellect, my dear."
"So where is he?" Carmelita simply asked. She cut her gaze back to Donovan then glared at the overly attractive Felox, once more. "Don't give me any of your half-breed short talk, where's Cooper?"
"My, aren't we an emotional one?" Karla mused playfully. "You realize you're breaking the law by being here?"
"I am the law," Carmelita said, narrowing her gaze once more.
"Not anymore," Karla said almost overtop of the vixen's rebuttal. Chintzy lifted her paw to Donovan, causing him to step back. He folded his arms across his chest and paused, deciding it would be interesting to see the two women go at it. Almost instinctively the two women began to circle one another as if they had rehearsed some sort of dance steps. "We own Interpol now. You're just a washed up, rusty old, loose cannon."
"Is that right? So, answer my question. Where's Cooper?" Carmelita continued to drive the circular straifing. Her eyes were squinted to slits and her upper lip curled back to snarl, baring her fangs.
"He was in my bed earlier," Karla fibbed, lifting her left paw to glance at her nails before raising her own lime orbs to return a glare at Carmelita. "Donovan, please go check on our guest. Make sure that he's comfortable and happier in our cell than he would be in Carmelita's cell."
"Fine," sneered the wolf, leaving the hallway. He walked to the nearest door then sunk into the depths of the shadows, disappearing beneath the door in a dark fog-like vapor trail.
"Wonderful! That leaves just us. Interpol must be awfully boring, anyhow," Chintzy giggled. "By the way, allow me to introduce myself, Carmelita Montoya. My name is Karla Chintzy Cooper."
"Liar, you're not related to Sly," Inspector Fox snapped with a disgusted tone of voice.
The Felox smirked and said, "Not yet. Do you know how a Praying Mantis copulates with her mate? I'll be trying out the diamond on Mister Cooper, then I'll kill him when I'm sure to bare offspring, as he won't be necessary any longer."
"Whatever that is supposed to mean!" The Inspector snapped. Carmelita simply shifted her weight, pivoting on her left heal, to bring her right leg outwards in a roundhouse kick. Her right heel caught Karla across the jaw but the youthful looking Chintzy was hardly phased, beyond having her head snapped to the side.
"Is that your best?" Asked the esoteric woman. She lifted her paw and the glyphs on her body began to glow.
Carmelita found herself weightless, suddenly breaking into a high velocity. Next thing the vixen realized, she was sailing through the air, crashing into the door she'd just come through. It was apparently pretty sturdy. She didn't even go through it. Instead, Carmelita slid down to the ground with a grunt.
"I don't even need to touch you," Karla said, placing her paws upon her hips. "Why would you want to fight for a man you hate? I'm just curious, really."
Carmelita didn't answer; she just pushed her feet off the ground and immediately kicked her legs over herself, easing into a somersault and landing on her paws. She bound off her palms, moving into a roll, ending with her leg sweeping across the ground. Karla tumbled back but before her body could slam upon the ground, she disappeared.
When the antagonistic devil reappeared, she was standing straight up, with her arms folded across her chest. "Pathetic," the woman mused at Carmelita. "You have no job, you have no clout, and you're a wash up. A meter maid, if anything," Karla said, seeking to attack Carmelita's hard work as an officer, as well.
The full breed vulpine quickly shifted back, from one foot to the other, kicking at Karla again. The Felox disappeared and reappeared from behind. Carmelita whirled about, throwing two punches, then she dropped to sweep her leg out in an attempt to knock Karla down. Before Chintzy could reply, she was toppled over, only to disappear before hitting the ground.
Somehow, Carmelita made some sort of mental guess as to where the half-breed monstrocity would show up next. Carmelita pivoted about, throwing an uppercut just as Karla appeared in front of the fist, just in time for the punch to connect. The half-breed disappeared once more, reappearing and punching Carmelita from behind.
Carmelita flipped about, trying to anticipate the next maneuver once again but her next kick only purchased air. Karla appeared adjacent to Carmelita, delivering two quick punches before fading from reality once more. Her teleportation brought her to the other side of the fox, trying to confuse the ex-cop.
"Stay still, you cheap jezabel!" shouted the vixen, in an attempt to bring her fight to the Felox half-breed.
"So tell me, why fight to save a man you hate?" Karla giggled, her voice an eerie reverberation that came from thin air, when the feline-fox was in mid teleport.
"Who says we've never slept in the same bed?" Inspector Fox snapped with a smirk. It was partially true. Shortly after Sly's family vault sunk into the island, after Doctor M was defeated, the raccoon disappeared from his friends for a while, leaving his cane and personal belongings where Bentley and crew would find them. "We lived together for a while(#: Note below)," Carmelita added.
"Oh and tell me, was he good in your bed?" Karla mused playfully, returning to the realm of the physical. Before Carmelita could land another punch, the half-breed disappeared back into the Umbra, only to reappear behind the Vixen to give her a shove.
"I wouldn't know," Carmelita replied honestly, the hint of challenge in her voice becoming a round-about way of calling Karla a tramp, once more. "We dated(#: Spoiler warning: Ending of Sly3). I'm not a dirty hussy, like yourself. We didn't marry, we're not ready for that. But he is mine," she explained, bellowing her posession at the end of the statement.
"Now that's interesting to have learned," Karla mused, quickly appearing ajacent to the fullbreed vulpine, just in time to snatch Carmelita's punch in mid air from an angle off to the side. She spun Carmelita off balance, then drew her left paw back. The glyphs in her palm began to glow then she delivered a hard jab in Carmelita's chest, knocking her back to the wall.
Carmelita panted softly, trying her best to stand up. Chintzy shook her head slowly, "That's interesting. I thought for sure I had the timing correct to stop your heart with that strike. Lucky girl; the Almighty Creator of Fate must be looking out for you, but that's no matter. I've got plenty of time to ahnialate you, my dear. And when I do, Sly is mine, then he dies."
"Carmelita!" It was Bentley's voice in her earpiece radio reciever. "I've been doing some internet research on this chick. Her species is a fairytale villian, apparently they really do exsist. To beat her, you've got to distract her other sensory abilities. Overload them! Scream in her ear, flash bright lights in her eyes, do something! She can't effectivly use her frontal lobe when she's distracted and off balance by a loud noise or sudden blindness. She'll be stunned momentarily and that's when you need to follow with an attack!"
Carmelita never responded, so that Karla never realized that the vixen was playing with an advantage. If she could get her paws on a magnesium FlashBang Grenade, she'd have been all set. The thing is, right now, she didn't even have so much as a gun. That's it! A gun! If she could make a break for it and have this beast follow her, maybe she could obtain a gun from one of the guards.
The Inspector made a dash for the door on the far end of the room. She shouldered the door hard. It only stole some of her momentium, but was still the fastest way to go through. The door burst open and Carmelita found herself faced with a perpendicular hallway.
She threw her paws upwards, recieving the wall then pushing off of it in one graceful motion. Instinctivly breaking to the left, she recovered from the slight stumble, heading down the hallway as quickly as she could manage. In the brief moment she was able to lift her eyes, she saw an ornimental mirror at the end of the hall. In it, she saw Karla coming through the door then disappearing. Next, she was a third of the way down the hall before disappearing again. Once more the freakish being disappeared and was now slightly more than halfway down the hall.
Carmelita approached the mirror, shifting her weight to make a right into the next section of the hall. At a glimpse, the supernatural woman was now more than two thirds of the way down the hall. She was catching up and it was going to be difficult to outrun her. The vixen knew she had to be as sly as a fox if she was going to outwit this one.
She waited until Karla began a teleportation transmission again, then turned back the other way, throwing all of her body weight into the pivot, to maintain her momentium. It carried her back, just the right way, so that she was now running back down the hall and around the corner. By the time the half-breed reappeared, Carmelita was no where to be seen.
She followed her footprints back the way she came, to throw the other woman off of her scent trail. Carmelita Fox knew she had to hurry. She passed the door she'd come through, heading down the right end of the hallway, and immediately took the nearest staircase she found.
Bentley's voice was back in her ear once more as she ran, taking 3 steps at a time. "There's a security office on the first floor! Expect it to be well staffed; but don't be surprised if it's not, the bank IS closed after all!"
"Yeah, yeah," Carmelita groaned, "That's where I'm going!" The athletic anti-hero jumped the next set of 10 steps, flipping her legs up over her head, landing on the ground with a graceful sweep of her tail. She then took off down the next set, shouldering the first floor door open.
The fiesty vixen had broken into a full sprint, charging the office across the lobby that was labeled 'Security'. Just as someone was opening the door, holding a cup of coffee, she dove forward, throwing some rent-a-cop tarrier to the ground. The coffee splashed across the wall, striking fear in her heart at the memory of what Sly's blood looked like as a grim mosaic across the wall of the office, in her most recent dream.
In that moment, she simply blinked. Her mind went cloudy and her perception seemed to be blurry, like a drug-induced state, if only for a moment. Everything felt fuzzy. Carmelita reached out, groping for the blurry outline of a weapon on the desk just as the strange sensation began to disapate.
She shook off the sudden memory, snatching up the first weapon she saw. It sat on a desk next to a clipboard of paperwork. She checked the clip, grabbed a full one off a shelf on the side, slapped the fresh one home, then flipped off the safety and pointed it at the cop on the ground. "STAY DOWN!"
She placed the muzzle to the man's snout, using her free paw to disarm him of his own pistol, then exicuted a swift kick to the tarrier's head, behind his ear. The maneuver rendered the canine unconcious. Dispite the point that Bentley had made in the stairwell, via radio, she was still surprised at the lack of evening guards.
Both pistols were lifted forward, heading back towards the stairs, but this time, she was taking each step cautiously. Inspector Fox moved up the first staircase, now at the second floor. Part of her wanted to hunt for Sly as well, so she headed out into the second floor hallway, beginning to look around.
She stood in a square hall that surrounded a large, open office. There was a door with a frosted glass square at the top. She kicked it in, leveling both weapons towards the inside of the large office, quickly noting cluttered desks. Four rows, each with 5 desks from front to back. At the far end, she noted three wooden doors with names over them. Each of the three smaller offices had wooden doors of their own, with frosted glass, each holding the name of a different supervisor.
Sharp eyes noted a piece of wire that went across the ground between the two desks nearest to her. She hopped up, onto the desk, then leaned over to peer beneath it. There was a small wad of plastique where the string was touching. Trip-wire explosive traps. Her eyes narrowed, she was not in the mood to play around.
Taking each desk by hopping across them, she went to the back of the room then leapt from the last desk, delievering a flying kick into one of the office doors on the end. The door swung open so hard that the knob on the inside became lodged in the plaster wall inside that smaller office.
Large diamonds sat on the table, loosly, and arranged in rows and columns. She simply blinked a few times. After a moment to let her mind acclimate to the massive diamond chunks sitting on a desk, she took out the binocucom and pointed the lens at the table. "What the hell is that!"
"Holy smokes!" Bentley errupted. "That's a good question! I'd tell you to grab them, but you don't have time, let alone the pocket-room for it, just get out of there and find Sly!"
Carmelita shoved the electronic goggles back into her pocket and made a dash back across the desks to search the other two offices. They all had the same things. Possibly millions of dollars in diamonds sitting out, loose, arranged in columns and rows. She hopped back onto one of the desks in the large part of the office when the door at the other end of the room clicked open. The wolf stood in the doorway, his arms folded.
"None of them," he began, licking his lips before finishing, "were the correct diamond. They're all worthless rocks that belong in the mortal world, on paws of stupid mortal women. You've proven yourself as a neusance. Ready to die?" With that, he flipped on the overhead lighting.
Carmelita crouched down upon her position on one of the desks. Her pupils shrunk and the room brightened dramatically. The shadow beneath her, cast along the desk began to lift up from the table, reaching up at her throat. She leapt off the desk, landing up the next. Again, her own shadow attempted to gain purchase, this time at her legs.
Before it could wrap its shadey tendrils around her ankles, she somersaulted across the gap, landing on the next desk. She had to keep moving, lest it capture her. Her deepest, most inner child-fear instincts told her to keep moving. Carmelita lifted her left paw, pointing one of the handguns at Donovan, firing off a shot.
The bullet slammed into his right shoulder, spinning him like a top. Immediatly the shadows dropped back to the floor. The vulpine cop hopped over to the next desk, pointing both weapons down at his injured form. He smirked up at her, from where he lay on the ground. His left paw lifted and before she had time to react, the shadow beneath her feet lifted her straight up, slamming her into the ceiling.
It disapaited and she began to fall. Landing flat on her face, on the desk, she groaned at the pain of collapsing to her chest. Those lush globes of flesh and fur took the brunt of the impact, easily knocking the air out of her lungs. What most men failed to realize was that it was nearly as bad as being kicked in the crotch.
She struggled, still holding both guns. Bringing her right paw forward, she brought the sights of the weapon between her gaze and his body. Before she could squeeze off the round, another tenticle, the epitomy of black, wrapped around the gun's muzzle, forcing it to the side. She misfired. The bullet disappeared into the floor. Donovan Loupe just grinned.
"I'm going to kill your little girlfriend, too," Carmelita snarled.
"She's not my girlfriend, you narrowminded twit," Said the timber wolf, using the shadow to rip the gun out of her right paw. He wiggled a finger and the pistol whipped her across the jaw. She reached for it, trying to wrestle the gun away from the shadow, but it was far stronger than she. Blood trickled down from between her lips, where she'd been struck.
In mid struggle, she stole a glance back at Donovan and noticed he was watching in amusement. She acted on his distraction, turning her left arm back at him and fired her other gun. The bullet screamed through his left paw, causing him to howel in pain. The resistance on her other gun ended and she resecured it into her right paw, suddenly turning about to point both of them at Loupe. "End of the road, jack."
The gleam in Carmelita's gaze told him that she was ready to fill him with holes. He simply shook his head as if he were bored and said, "You simply have no idea. We're immortal, you twit." She fired again, hitting him in his left shoulder, so that he had no use of either arm, let alone his paws.
"Okay, so I'm impressed," Carmelita murmured softly. She hopped off the last desk and approached him, placing both guns against his neck. "But if I seperate your head from your shoulders, doesn't that sorta make you harmless?"
His eyes narrowed. Inspector Fox grinned, adding, "I thought so."
Meanwhile, Karla Chintzy reproached Sly's cell and rested her arms against the bars, above her head, to accentuate her lush form. "Your little friend is here, looking for you. Clever girl, but Donovan will find her."
"Better hope she doesn't come across some weapons before they meet up," Sly said with a chuckle. "You guys rely pretty heavily on your powers, it seems. I didn't see that guy move very much during our fight. I might have been kept at bay by his shadows, but that won't stop a bullet."
"There are four of us, Sly." She simply smiled after the statement, just to see what his reaction would be. Confusion like she had hoped for, of course. "Donovan and I work for the bank. Then there's the Genius, he's running the rebuilding of Clockwerk."
"And the guy who's posing as the head of Interpol?" Sly mused.
"You're further in the loop than I gave you credit for. Yes, he's Mister Persuasion. No one can say no to him. No one has the willpower to defy him, not even me," She explained. "Good thing he's fair to those who help him, no one's ever been able to go against his wishes, as long as I've known him."
"And when did you guys... ah... meet?" Sly asked, tilting his head.
"Victorian era, mid 1800's, if you must know," She replied, rolling her shoulders back in a shrug. "He's the oldest one of us. No one knows his true age."
"Still not impressed," Sly mused, offering a very plain yawn. With a gesture of Karla's right paw, she teleported Sly's body off of the bench at the back of the cell, so that he was directly on the other side of the bars from her. She reached through, delivering a hard punch, before teleporting him to the ceiling. He reappeared about ten feet from the floor and rapidly fell to the ground.
Cooper slowly picked himself up with a groan. "What in the hell was that? Your power?"
"The ability to manipulate the physical into the realm of the metaphysical, only to reappear anywhere I can see. So remember, Sly," She told him, "If I can see you, or if you can see me, you're in absolute danger. But you're too delicious to kill just yet," She continued with a promising air.
The raccoon came to his feet, grunting softly. "I could get the drop on you with nothing more than some parlor trick mirrors. You don't impress me. Every thief uses misdirection every day."
"Don't be a fool," She warned. Without warning, a book that was resting on a shelf, across the room from the cell, disappeared and reappeared in Sly's cell.
"Going to make me read to death?" He chuckled, the defiance still strong in his voice. She shook her head in reply, then with but a thought, the book's will bent to her whim, suddenly floating across the air at a high velocity, striking Sly across the side of his head. It hit him so hard his eyes went wide and he could sort of feel his consciousness begin to ebb away.
Sly lowered his gaze, watching down the length of his muzzle as his face connected with the ground. He was unconscious before it happened, however. His mind swirled into the abyss and opening up before his subconscious eye was the vapor-like mist of Morphius. His dream was nothing more than a flashback of past events.
He'd played off change and reform to get closer to her. They shared an apartment for six whole months at one point and spent every waking moment together but the truth of the matter was, they were still different people. Sly was a thief who had Cooper children to teach one day in the future and Carmelita was still as black and white about crime as ever. Perhaps it was too early to try a relationship yet but the time they spent in her Paris Apartment was special.
Despite popular rumors, they never explored too deeply into the realm of the physical. That was something for marriage and Sly wasn't quite ready to settle down just yet; at least not a deep enough relationship to take a spouse. He was in love but there was a time and place for every action. Carmelita may have felt as though he was just playing with her heart but the simple fact of the matter was, the timing just wasn't right, yet.
He kissed her good night one evening, over a year ago then placed a blue card on the pillow besides her own. This one was a bit more special, however. He wrote a poem on the back that basically said while all good things must come to and end, their good things were still ahead of them. It was a sweet group of lines that were written from the heart. But in the end, she was still pissed off at him to an extent.
Sly returned to Bentley for his cane. That's how the whole darn thing got restarted. There was something he had to do and when that came to an end, they'd learned of the Clockwerk hate-chip rumor. While that rumor turned out to be true, they were a long way from the leads necessary to stop it from production.
Carmelita, in the meantime, went back to the job and gave it twice the attention that she gave it the first time. She spent a short time in New York City, training with the American Central Intelligence Agency and a little time with the British Academy of Psychological Criminal Research. The B.A. of P.C.R. was one of the hardest institutions to get into, therefore causing classes to be only slightly larger than a handful of people from all over the world.
She got her mind off of Sly Cooper as best as she could, just as Sly put his mind and heart back into Clockwerk rumors and such, so that he could ensure that his future offspring would live a bit more of a carefree life. His child should never have to suffer the fate of his parents or other ancestors who had gone up against, and died against freakish beings like Clockwerk in the past. Carmelita could wait, Clockwerk could not.
Sly had never given Carmelita the Engagement Pendant of the Cooper Family. While it had a rumor for giving the Cooper family more than its share of males to pass on the name throughout the ages, Sly never gave it to Carmelita. They never went beyond going steady and enjoying one another's company for an extended period of time.
Not every Cooper had all males, either. Often times, the pendant would be stored in the vault after marriage and after a boy or two was born. Many times there were daughters that popped up when the stone was left in the vault, or if it simply wasn't used in the normal traditional act of proposal. Several Cooper Daughters had risen through the ranks to become Master Thieves; there was no gender barrier in any way.
The sad truth of the matter was, as far as their relationship went, every time they got a little closer, there was some measure of space or distance that was placed between them. With every dance, they'd go further apart. Then there was the 6 months of laying down their metaphorical guns and simply enjoying one another; once they parted, the distance was immeasurable. They didn't even see one another until the awkward hand to hand combat they shared at the Café in downtown Paris.
How strange it was, for them to both play it off like nothing happened. How awkward they both felt and yet they both refused to acknowledge how odd it was, fighting side by side after such a lengthy distance. She never brought up his leaving; he never brought up how foolish he felt for having done it. He wasn't sure what compelled him to do so; he just knew it was something he had to do.
Now he knew. This whole thing wound up bringing him closer to defeating Clockwerk once and for all so that his future family wouldn't be decimated. As far as what he'd learned about the Engagement Diamond pendant, now a Cooper family heirloom, he knew that several generations of the family never even took it out of the Family Vault.
Some called it 'cursed'. They knew that every time they took it out, Clockwerk showed up to fight, although usually his approaches were a bit more indirect. The simple fact of the matter was, in order to have their family name outlast Clockwerk, some of the more defiant ancestors of the Cooper line flaunted the pendant and called it tradition. The diamond piece wound up becoming infamous for giving to one's betrothed.
The stone remained in the vault for several generational gaps. It stayed put during the years of one of the more famous Cooper ancestors, who lived as a pirate on the open sea. It stayed in the vault during a Victorian era, and a Male Cooper, second oldest of three, continued the name, with his sisters to teach his own son the ways of the thevious raccoonus.
Ultimately the diamond pendant was used as an engagement heirloom again for three more generations but was put back into the family vault a year after Sly was born. His parents were killed before he was old enough to be told about it. What he'd learned of it came from a letter that was kept with the pendant itself, when he finally got into the vault.
And there is where it still sits today. Sly's dream state began to form a fresh scripted vision, abandoning the last flashback. This one was a bit more romantic. He was with Carmelita and they were holding one another at some point in their lives. They didn't appear to be any older than they were now; this left him to believe, in the dream, that it was something from the present.
The realism of the dream was so powerful, that he actually believed he was there at that moment. Within the realm of the unconscious, all of his inhibitions were gone and he held Carmelita like the mate he always wanted her to become. Their hearts danced and their paws explored affectionately.
Sensual kisses were exchanged, with Sly's lips roaming down her jaw, over her neck, passed her collarbone, moving ever lower. For the first time, in this dream, he realized he was holding a moist sponge. His paw brought the sponge up to her shoulder, where he pressed in softly.
Warm water ran down over her body, glistening in what was apparently the most vibrant moonlight he'd ever experienced. His tender kisses brought him passed the full curves of swelling fur-covered flesh. With each breath, her busty form heaved slightly. His lips continued downwards, gracing over her firm tummy.
A single glistening water droplet slid down over her tummy, coming to rest directly upon his nose. It was such a fragile little dew-drop that refracted the twinkle of the moon in the most fascinating way. Each kiss was beginning to evolve by adding a little nip or suckle at the end, moving passed her belly button.
Carmelita's eyes fluttered shut and her paws came to cup the back of his head, in an attempt to gently usher him lower. The excitement was gathering in her body like a knot that needed desperately to be untied, so that she could become completely undone. She all but begged for him.
Sly, being ever clever, paused a few inches below her bellybutton. He rested the bottom of his muzzle against her lower tummy, gazing up at her with a devious grin. "What?" She whispered, nearly shaking with anticipation. It was now that Sly came to realize where the sponge water had come from and where they were, as it was the first time he recalled glancing up.
He was kneeling, neck deep, in the relaxing waters of a private hot springs, in the middle of a forest clearing. All about them was the heated pool and a wisp of steam that rose above the water's surface. Further back was the soft, moist moss that covered the ground and beyond that, there were the trunks of the massive trees that reached into the sky, providing a privacy fence from the rest of the world.
Patches of Ivy covered the trees trunks and some branches. The break in the leafy canopy was positioned just right for the moon to shine upon them like an ethereal spotlight to which they were the actors of the world's most romantic play.
Sly's muzzle contorted into a grin. He knew what she wanted him to do, but why rush? He crept around her then stood up behind her, quickly plunging the sponge into the water for a moment before placing it against the nape of her neck.
Carmelita shivered involuntarily as the trickle of water ran down her spine, sparkling on the surface of her fur. Sly followed the trace of water with his lips, placing tender kisses against her back, following the trail of water made by the sponge. He then reached his arms around her waist, once he was back upon his knees, behind her.
The sponge was brought around her body then lifted slightly, caressing her tummy in its warmth. He brought it back down, going dangerously lower than where his kisses had left off, beneath her tummy, while he nuzzled his face against the small of her back.
"This is too perfect," She told him softly. She cooed softly at the sensation of his exploring sponge, only for her to suddenly sink to her knees, so that she was now on his level. She turned about and quickly placed her muzzle upon his and the most liberating kiss began in that moment.
Velveteen tongues dueled and danced. Both were skilled in the art of love, regardless of their equal lack of such knowledge. His eyes fluttered shut and he simply embraced her as much as he did with the coveted sensations of pleasure experienced between one another.
It was then that he noticed her tongue was a bit coarser than he originally remembered. The kiss lasted several more moments before he realized that the coarseness of her tongue was beginning to bother him. He broke the lip lock and opened his eyes. His heart stopped. The Felox half-breed, Karla Chintzy was in his arms.
Sly's heart dropped and his stomach iced over in confusion and disgust. Her paw lifted, sifting through the back of his gray furred hair, forcing his head to lower, directing his gaze down between one another. He could see that Karla's stomach was swollen. She leaned forward and whispered hot breath into his ear.
"The fruit of your seed grows stronger with every passing minute, within me," She told him. Her emerald eyes sparkled like the briny sea on the morning of a scarlet sky. "Now, make love to me again, Sly Cooper," She murred softly into his ear.
"...No!" Sly's muzzle dropped open, his lower lip quivering and his chest tightening in fear. This dream was so real; was it? He reached down to pinch at his arm and didn't yet wake up. Was this really happening? He couldn't remember. All he knew was the heart wrenching thought of having mated Karla Chintzy.
Sly shook his head rapidly. She smiled and licked her lips, adding, "Don't you remember the rapture and ecstasy? Don't you remember swearing your love and fidelity to me?" She asked, lifting her left paw to show him the gleaming golden band. And that's when he saw, around her neck, was a diamond pendant. Was it all true? Sly was trembling with rage, confusion and fear.
The disgust he felt in his heart was overwhelming. Was she truly pregnant with his offspring? He didn't want to know the honest answer. Sly tried to back away from her but found that his back was up against the mossy parameter of the hot springs, already. He pushed away from her, his back sliding across the soft green ground.
She quickly moved forward, waiting until he'd backed out of the water just enough that she could move up over his body and straddle him. Suddenly his jaw parted and with all his will, he shoved her away, screaming, "ENOUGH!"
And there he sat, alone in the cool cell of his temporary chamber. There he sat in a moment of capture, his heart pounding and his paws trembling. His body quaked with anger and disgust, the emotion nearly consuming him. His lower lip quivered and his eyes quickly fluttered open, taking in the dank gloom that surrounded him.
That's when his ears flickered at the sound of a gunshot. It echoed through the vents, seeming to have come from downstairs, somewhere. "C-Carmelita?" The power of his own voice startled him, causing him to sit up on the floor. If only he could figure out what was going on down there. What if she was in trouble?
Another gunshot was heard, followed by silence...
A/N: So, should I have Carmelita kill Donovan? Should I have Karla seduce Sly? Tell me what the readers want to see! No name calling on each other, I respect everyone's opinion equally and will always strive to find a compromise within the solution. LET ME KNOW:D
Thanks again, for those that tuned me in to the fact that Sly's got female thief ancestors!
Will have Chapter6 up, ASAP! Remember to let me know yaw'll's ideas and feedback on the matters at hand!
-Kit