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When He's Asleep...

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by JarWha

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Osirius slumbered peacefully. For a demon that was half sinner and half demon, their souls spliced together, he had a fairly nice apartment, though not many sinners in Hell that could hold down any kind of job. Perhaps it was his demon DNA after his splicing that had made it such that he had a different outlook on life, two parts coming together to make one, but Osirius had never honestly cared all that much about that sort of thing anyway. He was who he was and he most certainly was not the strangest creature down there in Hell, not at all.

He was, however, a rather interesting creature, relaxing in his moderately large bed with his serpentine tail hissing softly in sleep, eyes closed. His head was that of a ram-like creature with two sets of horns on top of his head, the largest pair curled back like the creature that that part of him, in Hell, had come from. The smaller pair was closer to the centre of his head, a little uneven, but that was just him, and pointing straight back from his head, the thick, black fur around his neck and the back of his head almost giving the illusion of hair. He slept naked, his cloven hooves not covered by the bedsheets, though he had managed to keep on his right side that night, his black and red wing tucked away to the other.

The demon, however, was not alone there, a much smaller imp tucked into bed with him, his wing draped over himself and Zellia, her white tail twitching back and forth with her back against his chest. With his arm draped over her too, the imp would have been pinned in place by the larger demon if she was not as strong as she was, but that was not something that Zellia minded entirely. As a captain of the guard, she was the kind of imp that enjoyed all kinds of flavours in life, even if she was cheekier and more forward than most.

It often got her in trouble, with Osirius or otherwise, though Zellia would never have stopped. It just wasn't in her nature.

Early in the morning, she squirmed back against him, musing over all the things she had to do for the day, though the imp did not wriggle too much, for fear of waking him. That demon was a grumpy bastard in the morning! Or just generally too, she didn't always know what was up with Osirius, but he was her friend, perhaps something more, and she accepted him as he was too. After all, it was what he had done for her.

She had a lot to do that day, she thought with a groan, guarding some Ars Goetia demon on a royal tour. It happened every year, honouring their traditions as imps and cursing them (in Hell, that was a good thing) as they celebrated, feasted and drank together at the festival, though it was a lot more interesting when she wasn't the one who had to work it. Damn it!

The imp frowned and made a face, running her fingers through the feathers on his wing, tugging at the longer ones curiously, the demon shifting behind her. Shoot, she didn't want to wake him, but she didn't know what else to do and she wasn't exactly keen to head out and get on with her day anyway.

She pushed back against him experimentally, though her mind really should not have been going there, even if he was, well, naked against her. That was hard to ignore, though Zellia only sighed and slumped down into the bed, trying to be still and quiet. For an imp with her nature, that was most certainly something that was easier said than done in many ways!

But perhaps she was luckier that day than most as she wriggled back against an uncomfortable bump, muttering under her breath.

"What are you poking me with?" She groaned. "You big lug..."

Yet, squirming around and reaching back to shove the offending body part out of her way, she paused, pressing her fingers against it and around.

That wasn't just a body part... She grinned, glancing back. Yes! She was right... For Osirius was getting just a little bit of morning wood, his black member thickening up with blood, not from her but merely as a quite natural reaction of his body to the morning. She might just be able to get what she wanted, after all, from him - and entertain herself at the same time!

It didn't take much for Zellia to come up with a plan, her tail snaking back and forth in the air, though she was careful not to let it rub against Osirius, lest she tickle him accidentally awake too quickly. Even then, she would have to be careful if she wanted to go through her game...

Zellia wriggled to the side carefully, bringing her left leg up so that there was a little more space between her legs, all for his thick member. She grunted, rolling her hips back, her tail helping as it stroked his cock lightly, slowly, making sure to keep her motions soft and subtle. She wanted to arouse him, after all, not wake him up, and that was something that she would have to very much bear in mind.

Her white tail curled around his cock, directing him up and against her sex, which was already a little wet, a little slick, in arousal. She just couldn't help herself! It was how she was, always looking for something spicy, something new, something that would keep her interested. Not that Zellia couldn't make her own interest, but grinding back onto Osirius' thick member as the demon spread open her tight pussy would always be one of her favourite things to return to. Even then, Zellia did not think that she would ever tire of it, wanting more.

He wasn't inside her yet, still only half-hard, but Zellia could take care of that as she used her tail more diligently, focusing on Osirius, on getting him fully hard, thinking only of just how good his cock would end up feeling inside her, stretching her out. The imp bit her lip, but that didn't help her growing arousal at all as she slid her tail up and down the length of his cock, caressing it, wrapping around to squeeze. Testing different ways to arouse him, she held her breath, watching the demon as he stirred, licking his lips, yet remained asleep, his cock pressing up against her pussy.

She clenched her jaw, sealing away her groans, though she had to fight to stop her tail from whipping back and forth as she slid his thick cock back and forth, growing hard, against the folds of her pussy. Oh, how she liked a challenge! It would be hard to squeeze in such a large dick when she was not able to use her weight and position to her advantage, but she appreciated a new game to play, the size difference between them making it even more difficult for her to fit such a big member into her snatch. Yet it would always be worth it, at least to her, as his smooth cock thickened up, her tail winding around him more tightly.

Zellia panted softly, trying not to moan, though she had to let out a breathy one. Mmm, that was good, oh, so good... And yet she still wanted more, always more. She had to get him inside her!

His cock, eventually, swelled to its full size, yet that didn't help her as much as she would have liked it too, especially considering that she wasn't so sure that she could grind back onto him in that position without Osirius to thrust into her. What to do, what to do... Having a hard cock rubbing against her arse and pussy was one thing, but nothing if she couldn't get his dick inside her!

Sssssshhhh...

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She twitched, peering around, though was surprised to find that Osirius' tail was awake, even though the demon himself was not. It had often shown itself to have quite something of a mind of its own, tongue flickering out as it slithered over Osirius' legs, though Zellia eyed it suspiciously.

"Quiet now..." She breathed, hoping that the tail wouldn't do anything. "Nothing going on here..."

Yet the tail settled down again, eyes closing, tongue flickering in and out in sleep. She exhaled a sigh of relief. That was close! She didn't know what the tail would do half the time, considering that it sometimes had an allegiance to Osirius and, most of the time, just did whatever it pleased. It must have been half-asleep when it had been slithering, though it was another reminder to her to be careful.

But she was lucky, very lucky, as the tail slithering roused Osirius enough for the demon to groan and roll onto his back, scratching his hip in sleep, but not waking. If she had been in a better position, Zellia would have clapped her hands with glee. That was perfect! Now his cock was sticking straight up in the air, pulsating very lightly, the imp no longer pinned in place by his arm too!

That allowed her to do more, even if she still had to be careful, very careful, moving with the grace of an assassin (she had considered that line of work too, but the company she'd interviewed with had been run by a real dickhead). Step by step, she shifted her weight, up onto her knees, not touching Osirius, squatting over him. Her tail wound around his cock to keep it in place as she stood astride his hips, his dick so long, in comparison to her body, that it put it at the perfect height to push into her, though it would end up being quite a workout for her thighs.

The imp's eyes darted back and forth, barely able to contain her excitement, the demon under her muscled, his muscle definition showing even through his fur, power in him that he was, at that moment, helpless to use. Of course, he would be pissed to find out what she'd done if she did wake him, but Zellia was too far gone to worry about that, crouching astride him as she, very softly, rested her hands on his stomach to guide and adjust herself.

Slowly... So slowly... She rolled her hips back as she used her tail to position his dick perfectly, lowering her body onto the tip as she bit her lip. Satan... That felt good! Much better than grinding her pussy onto his hardening cock, as indulgent too as that had been, though it was a tight fit and not one that she would have usually tried for dry. Her pussy, however, was more than wet enough to help her out, her tail scooping around the join of their bodies, careful not to tickle him with the rapid, fluttering motion, rubbing her own arousal further down the length of his cock, smearing it down where it was needed.

The demon grunted softly in sleep, but otherwise did not show any further signs that he was waking up. Zellia even thought that she could have gotten the lube out of the bedside drawer in time with how deeply he was sleeping! The imp held back a giggle as she tested the slickness of his cock, sliding up and down, her hips working, pumping his thick cock deeper and deeper inside her, though she didn't have the full length inside her pussy by any means, not yet.

Her arousal worked readily to slicken him up, for which she was grateful, pushing down further, leaning into the ache in her thighs. Her muscles would warm up and loosen up in no time at all and she didn't have any worry about that, head tipping back, lips parted, relishing in the fat, throbbing sensation of his cock stretching her open.

It just felt so good, so very good, as it always did, yet it was kinkier still to take her "friend and perhaps something more" when he was unaware. If that was one way that she could get her daily fix of cock, Zellia was more than happy to keep fucking the grumpy demon when he was asleep! In that way, perhaps they both would get what they wanted.

Her tail slipped away from his length so that she could slide more of his cock inside him, the imp nipping at her finger as the head of his cock, finally, nudged at her cervix. She could have gone deeper, but that would have brought a moan to her lips that most surely would have woken him up.

Yet his cock was lubed and ready for her as she rose and fell slowly, taking his length right up to her womb, but no further. It was far from the usual speed at which they had sex, which was usually rough and powerful, usually by her design until she coaxed Osirius into doing a little more and taking control of his thrusts, but it was different. It was, in its own way, a different way, more arousing for her than she could ever have imagined, tucking her chin down as she fought off her groans, tail lashing back and forth. Her pussy clenched around him as if she was trying to milk him of his cum even then, but she had to keep quiet, had to keep up the ruse.

For, if the demon woke up, it would all be over and, frankly, Zellia would not at all have blamed him for kicking her out. It was a bit of a stretch, to be fair, her fucking him in his sleep, the demon completely unaware of what was going on. She thought that he would have probably been okay with it if he'd known in advance, but, honestly, Osirius was grumpy about anything sexual. He was definitely the kind of demon who needed to be warmed up before getting on with the fun, that much was sure!

But he was a good demon still, she thought as she rode him, teetering on the edge of losing herself in pleasure. He was good and she didn't think he would be as mad or as horrified as anyone else might have been, nipping hard at her nip as she rose and fell, grinding his thick length up as deeply inside her as it could go. It was easier to sink into sensation when she went that slow, taking in how thick his dick was really, how it stretched her entrance, her folds strained around him as if her body could not have been stretched a fraction more. Zellia moaned quietly, breathlessly, though kept her voice low, not wanting the moment to slip away from her, losing herself right there, deeper and deeper.

Even the texture, the rounded head, how the skin of the shaft pulled back and forth as he sank into her, again and again... She could lust for everything in a moment like that, all those little details that she had not paid attention to before coming into stark focus and, at long last, definition too. The quiet and the secrecy forced her to slow down, swallowing her groans, her breathing picking up, chest rising and falling in increasingly sharp, panting gasps.

She didn't expect to enjoy riding him so slowly as much as she was, she thought dimly, increasing her pace a little, thighs contracting with muscle as she rode him. Her hands leaned a little more heavily into the demon's stomach, trusting that he was going to stay asleep, rocking her hips back in shorter, sharper, driving motions, clenching around him with a shudder of delight.

Although Osirius stirred a little, moving his lips and licking, perhaps, the inside of his mouth, the demon did not wake, Zellia growing bolder and bolder. Even then, however, his breathing had increased, his chest rising and falling a little more quickly than before, showing how his body was responding even if Osirius had no way of knowing what the cheeky imp was up to at that time.

No...

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Zellia swallowed hard, though the urge to moan made her want to ride him harder and faster, to forget herself in the moment that it really did matter the most. If she lost control of herself and just fucked the demon as she wanted to, there was no way that he was going to stay asleep!

But she couldn't help herself, moaning very softly, much quieter than she would have been if Osirius was awake. She knew how her cries riled him up, though it did annoy him too when she groaned too loudly. Zellia's opinion on that, however, was that there was no possible way to be "too into" sex, wherever it was done!

Her body ached for more, closing around him, the size difference between them more noticeable than ever with the bulge of his cock showing through her lower abdomen. Her tail snaked around to rub against it, rocking and grinding back onto his cock with single-minded determination, as if nothing else mattered to her. And nothing did. His cock twitched inside her, the demon close too, though she couldn't bring herself to stop. Of course, it meant that he would most likely wake up if he climaxed, if she stimulated him too much with her hot, wet snatch pulsing and clenching erratically around him, but her main concern was with, well, getting herself off first. If she was going to be tossed out in the hallway (again) without a stitch on her body, she was going to damn well make sure that she got off first!

Maybe it was self-serving, but that was the way of it in Hell and demons like her and Osirius just hoped that they could find someone else, in time, to stick out the worst of times with them. Maybe they would or maybe they wouldn't, yet Hell was a place where all vices came to the forefront, her lust the greatest of them.

However, working against the clock of him cumming was something that Zellia had not anticipated, rolling her hips, his thick meat penetrating her again and again, never quite slipping out all the way. Her thighs burned as she rode him, hungrily pressing on and on, not wanting to hold back, wanting to keep going, to ride him out to the lustful end, shifting so that she could take him a little deeper, into the softer flesh close to her innermost barrier. It was funny how just a simply shift in position like that could offer even greater pleasures, but one had to be fucking really big dicks to know that trick.

Still, he bumped into her cervix, a feeling that could have been uncomfortable sometimes, yet one that she loved. It felt, in a way, as if something that was not his cock was shifting up inside her, though she bore down into it hungrily, feeding her vice, though her moans had to be stifled, yes, the best that she could.

"Mmmph... Fuck...yeah!"

She hissed out her lust through her teeth, unable to help herself, pleasure rolling through her with every thrust of her hips down onto him. She swore she could even feel the intricate detail of the veins on his cock as he drove into her, or she drove him into her, her juices slick around him. She could not grind down too hard, for there was another problem rising - the sound of her arousal filling the air, something that could not be hidden so easily. Of course, the lewd squelch and slop of his thick dick being shoved repeatedly into her could be hidden if only she slowed down her relentless pace, but, well, there was only so much that an imp in need felt that she was at all capable of doing.

She couldn't hold back, after all, hissing through her teeth, wave after wave of pleasure hitting her. Her hand might have usually been on her stomach to feel the thick rise of his cock bearing through, yet she needed to lean on him for stability, holding herself in place, not trusting even her strongly muscled legs to keep her held up when she needed them to obey her will the most. Yet it was still there, the incredible strain and stretch, as full as she always was when he was inside her and yet taking everything in, swearing that she could even feel the hot spill of pre-cum inside her.

Yes... Zellia whimpered softly, tail flicking, imagining that she could see and intimately feel how his pre-cum bubbled up inside her, the demon on the brink of climax. Only her, she was quite sure, could ever get him riled up to such an extent, spilling his pre-cum with thrust after thrust, as if he couldn't even control himself. Yet where was the need for even him to control himself? The imp didn't care, couldn't care, not as she panted heavily, grinding his cock all the way up to her womb with every thrust, taking all but a sliver of his fat spire.

"Fuck... Ohhh..."

She muttered aloud, no longer bothering to be as quiet as she had been before, though the demon before her was struggling too. As if he was awake, he gripped the covers, digging his short claws into them, the sheets rumpling and pulling in closer to him again. He grunted and moved his jaw, but was still asleep, even as his legs shifted a bit, as if he was stirring.

Quickly! Oh, Zellia could only do so much, but it would surely only take a few more strokes of his thick member to get her over the edge, her legs shivering already with raw need. She could feel it coming, the raw pulses of pleasure, how it soared in her body, aching and quaking deep within her core. There was always that bliss, right there at the point of climax, where there was no going back, knowing that lust was coming in the loss of control. Even the one, in sex, that thought they were in control were suspect to such loss of control, for there was not a soul in Hell, not even amongst the doomed ones, that could honestly say that they retained complete control of their bodies and minds in the throes of passion.

That was what she lived for, the burst and the rush of pleasure, ecstasy sweeping through her, the rolls of pleasure growing increasingly stringent.

Yet he was too quick for her, even as she teetered hopefully on that blissful edge, the demon gripping the bedsheets furtively as his cock unloaded inside her. She felt it throbbing before the gush of cum hit her, orgasm surging through Osirius before she had even taken her own, what she had been focused on, for herself, the whole time. Yet it was hot too, to feel the rush of his cum, his body pushed over the brink into orgasm without his mind even being aware of what had happened.

"Ohhh..."

She did not resist the moan, tail whipping around, running up his leg, but the demon was too caught up to care. A yelp bubbled up in the back of her throat, but Zellia slapped her hand over her mouth, shuddering in sensation, sliding up and down his cock while he pulsed away inside her, every throb felt intimately when she was not actively inciting him to pound her.

It was enough, more than enough, tipping her straight over the edge too, tail thrashing as orgasm took her. Somehow, it seemed much more powerful than before, the times that they had fucked before, but maybe it was something to do with the intensity of having to be quiet throughout, her hips bucking and rocking, losing control. Her legs burned and ached and yet the imp could not sink, not yet, could not fall off the demon, for she wanted to ride him out, all the way, until every throb of pleasure and spurt of cum had been spent.

Zellia would never have had anything less. Not even as she cried out into her hand, squeezing her face, fingers and the heel of her hand digging into the soft flesh of her cheek. She moaned wantonly, relishing in the devouring outpouring of pleasure and lust, everything that she had known that she'd needed and, well, had most certainly served to make her morning a lot less boring than it had started!

There was a problem, however, his cum drooling from her, too much for her body to handle, a little more, every time, oozing from her strained sex with every pulse of his cock inside her. She tried to squeeze down around him, even as it slopped down to his stomach, marking his crotch and lower abdomen, though Zellia tried to stay as deep down on his cock as possible, so that very little would drool out - or at least wouldn't come out in one big splatter. That was hard for her to think of, however, considering how light-headed she was, working through her orgasm to a warm, toe-curling glow, a deep sigh rising from her lips.

Surprisingly, Osirius was still asleep after all that, though he looked like he was closer to waking, the sheets rumpled and twisted under him. She'd thought that he had moved when cumming, but Zellia hadn't realised that he had moved that much! But at least he hadn't woken up, even though she had to sink down all the way with him inside her, the head of his dick pressing up against her cervix, plugging his cum inside her as much as possible.

Finally, the demon spent the last pulsing throb of cum inside her and Zellia moaned a sigh of relief, head falling back, though that was not a position that she could keep up for long, considering the strain on her neck. Horns, even for a female imp with smaller ones, were hard to carry around all the time and had to be accounted for, one way or another!

But it was a good romp, a good way for her to wake up in the morning, and Zellia was not willing to let that go so swiftly, whining quietly to herself. Still, she tried not to wake Osirius, even if there was no way that the demon would not be able to tell what had happened. Not unless she was very, very sneaky... Honestly, Zellia probably didn't have the energy for that though, not being one to clean up her messes in that way, just creating them. She was much more of a creature of havoc and, most likely, always would be too...

Sighing softly, she wiggled on top of his cock, not sitting on him but fairly close, not much space between her inner thighs and his body, though she looked down the length of him, enjoying the shape and form of the demon. Zellia even ran her hands over his chest, feeling his pecs. All that kneading and pounding in the bakery must have been doing Osirius good, damn!

But she was stuck there, at least for the time being, if she didn't want the demon to wake up, for he would if she rose off him and everything else that he had pumped into her slopped out and splattered over his stomach. What was an imp to do? Zellia twisted her lips, pressing them together hard, though it was not at all a position that she considered to be a bad one. She might just have to steal some clothes before heading to work if he did toss her out in the hallway, but at least she would be happy.

Where she rested, however, her pussy acted like a plug around him with his cock sealing most of his cum inside her - safe and quiet, for the moment. Zellia grumbled softly to herself, tail twitching, yet it was not particularly difficult to slowly and carefully lower herself down against his body until she settled on top of him. Her arms went around as much of the demon as she could, her head resting somewhere up by his chest, nuzzling into the fluff of him, though they were both more than a little sweaty after being active. Zellia, however, had been a lot more physically active than the sleeping demon!

Nuzzling into his chest, she nestled against him, his cock plugging her pussy full, fairly comfortable. Comfortable enough, at least, to doze off, slipping into an easy slumber after sex as naturally as breathing came to her.

She forgot that Osirius would wake, sooner or later.

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"Zellia... Zellia... Zellia... Zellia, wake up..."

She blinked, not knowing how much time had passed, not even realising where she was for a moment. It didn't feel like she was home, but the room that came into focus was Osirius' apartment bedroom, which was not unfamiliar to her. Zellia chuckled faintly, wanting to stretch, though she didn't quite know why she was on top of Osirius.

Oh, shit...

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And then it came back to her, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, the demon glaring at her from the bed. She remembered everything that she had done, but, even if she hadn't, the fact that his cock was still shoved inside her more than told that tale for her. If his tail had not already... Sheepishly, she grinned, but it was hard to be sheepish about anything when she was still feeling as pleased with herself as she was, wriggling her rump a little and then startling back as his snake tail lifted, hissing at her.

"Oh, quiet yourself," she muttered at it, though did not go as far as to swat the snake tail away. "You don't stop me half the time anyway..."

His tail hissed again, weaving and bobbing back and forth, though not even that catching her eye could detract from Osirius shaking his head at her, eyes slightly narrowed.

"Did you fuck me in my sleep?" He asked bluntly, not dallying about the point. "Zellia..."

"What? No!" She grunted, looking away. "I'd never...do that..."

Osirius sighed and looked down to the point where their bodies were joined, crossing his arms against his chest. Zellia widened her eyes and clapped her hands to her cheeks as if shocked.

"What? Oh, Satan! What happened?"

Osirius rolled his eyes and Zellia giggled, shrugging her shoulders. At the very least, it didn't seem like he was anywhere near as annoyed as he could have been about the whole thing.

"Wonder how that happened," she said, giving him a playful poke. "All these weird things happen when you sleep, y'know, I must have just slipped..."

Osirius rolled his eyes and huffed, puffing out his cheeks with air.

"Get off me..." He grimaced. "Ugh, it's so sticky... Couldn't you even properly wake me up so that I could shower? I'm going now."

That was something that the imp could do and she obligingly slid off him, the splooge of his cum splattering from her pussy, now that the tight seal was gone. Drooling across his crotch and the bed, Osirius made a face at it, though didn't say a word. Even his usually telling snake tail wasn't giving anything away, which worried her more than anything else.

She chewed on her bottom lip, sitting on the bed, her legs pressed together, even though that didn't help her keep his cum inside. Was he really mad at her that time and was that why he wasn't saying anything? But Osirius wasn't always the most talkative anyway, so that didn't mean anything. Even if things between them were only developing and changing slowly, very slowly, she didn't want to piss him off seriously... Just in the fun kind of way!

Osirius got up, pausing at the adjoining bathroom door with an oddly dark look on his face. Still, it was not the kind of look that Zellia could easily interpret on him. She gave him a sheepish smile, a little more abashed that time.

"You're doing the laundry today," he said directly. "Since you decided to make the mess..."

Glancing at the bed, Zellia couldn't help the bubble of amusement popping inside her, bursting to the surface.

"Uhhh, well..." She said, hiding her grin and spreading her hands apart. "Technically, it was both of us that made that mess, you can't really blame me, Osirius, for what came out of your dick."

The demon frowned, shooting her a serious glance, and she clamped her mouth shut. Whoops! Too far?

"That's fair," she said quickly, keeping it simple, though it was still rather funny to see how worked up he got. "I'll get that done."

It wasn't fair to him, after all, for her to make such a mess and leave him with it. She didn't want to honestly aggravate him to that extent, though it would have been funny too, in a weird way, to push him and see how far he allowed it.

The demon disappeared into the shower and she exhaled softly, though Zellia didn't know whether that was a sigh of relief or not. It didn't seem right, but she'd gotten what she needed, one way or another, and Osirius wasn't all that bad about it. If only she could read him better, but the demon just didn't talk! And he always had that neutral expression on his face, she'd so rarely even seen him smile.

The water in the bathroom streamed and hissed from the showerhead and she chuckled faintly, laughing at Osirius cursing. Oops, she really did make a mess of him. But the imp was even more surprised to find Osirius popping his head back in through the bathroom door, which had been left ajar, his head cocked to the side.

"Are you coming then?"

Zellia blinked, her lower jaw falling slightly slack.

"Where?"

Osirius frowned.

"To the shower, of course," he said. "You're just as messy as I am... Probably more."

Zellia laughed, the tension that she had not realised that she'd been holding slipping from her shoulders.

"Yeah, probably! But it's all your doing anyway," she said, playfully teasing him as she hopped off the bed to join him. "Maybe you meant to do that just to get me in the shower with you..."

He smirked and leaned back against the doorframe, watching the imp as she passed, though Osirius could not resist smacking her arse as she passed him. The imp yelped and hopped, though she was putting it on for show, casting him a wounded look that was put on, all for show.

"Ow! What was that for?"

Osirius chuckled faintly, though it would have taken too much for his lips to perk up in a smile.

"Because you're not off the hook that easily," he said. "We're going to talk about your...habits...later. Definitely, later."

Zellia shivered, even though she felt that she should have been put off by a comment like that. It should have made her worry and yet it only drew her in closer to the demon, the one that probably knew more about her than anyone else and put up with more crap off her than anyone else. Though she wondered if he would say the same, that he put her in a lot of situations that she had to put up with. Maybe he would or maybe he wouldn't, but how that was going to come and change between them could only be seen by going forward, one way or the other.

With the bathroom door shutting behind her, there was a lot more for Zellia to enjoy that morning, even if she would end up late for work...

But who really cared about that?