Sylas's (And Viator's) Townhouse

The strange second personality's eyes didn't miss a single detail or movement, watching him as her teeth massaged her lip. Knots formed in her gut and her core and she found herself shifting her legs yet again as she watched and waited.

He finally slid out of his pants, though he tactfully left the button-up on, though have undone, as he crawled back into bed, pushing her back and kissing her. "Did you enjoy my little show?"

She giggled back at him in response, smiling as she slid her fingers into his hair. "That I did," she whispered, and her voice was breathy, more coy than she'd expected. Laughing it off, she kissed him back.

He rolled them over so she was atop him, smirking up at her. "Mon cheri, did you forget that this is your show?" He said with a soft chuckle, tenderly stroking her cheek with his human hand.

Her brow raised in response as her eyes trailed along his form, "You could have fooled me with your little performance." Regardless, she began teasing her tongue along his ear and neck, tracing his exposed clavicle before heading back up.

Viator smiled softly, mischievously, his hands slipping up her back. He carefully grabbed the zipper on the back of her dress, starting to drag it down as slowly as possible.

Her back arched slightly as her skin became further exposed. The smirk at her lips widened, but she didn't make any other movements, eyes watching his intensely as he worked.

He offered her an easy smile, slipping the shoulders of the dress down before leaning up to give her a kiss.