Demon and Demon

ㅤ Beads of sweat, running down his trained body, reflected the sun. A swing of the sword. Another one. The count had long since passed a thousand, and Velvet continued to watch Rokurou's training, into which he put his all. Swing after swing. Heavy breathing and unbending will. Until his entire body ached with pain. Leaning against a rock, arms crossed over her chest, Velvet took the opportunity to examine Rokurou's body more closely. Every part, every muscle, every detail. Rokurou was lucky he retained almost a human appearance. The daemon's marks, though reflected on his face, didn't disfigure him at all; in fact, they added charm. Rokurou paused after another approach to catch his breath and wipe the sweat from his face with a towel. A sip of water wouldn't hurt either. "If you come to watch so often, you could at least join in once," he remarked, indirectly suggesting Velvet reduce her already revealing clothing. The alternative option of undressing her had previously failed: Velvet categorically refused to play strip cards… "I prefer to watch." "Ah, a voyeur, " Rokurou grinned, his appearance challenging. "Don’t think I’ll fall for the provocation," Velvet answered calmly. "What will you fall for?" Rokurou asked insistently, coming up close and leaning one hand on the same rock, almost touching Velvet. With his other hand he held the bottle of water, taking another sip. Velvet merely chuckled slightly, not intending to respond. But her answer wasn't necessary: ​​Rokurou took what was his, kissing her roughly. Velvet didn't even flinch; she'd been expecting it. She responded to the kiss no less fiercely, biting his lower lip when Rokurou got completely carried away. "How about," Rokuro paused, breathing against her lips to emphasize his next word, "a sparring match. Just you, me, and," he trailed off again, letting out a slightly resigned sigh, "a minimum of clothing." "Or without it at all," Velvet picked up the idea. "Yes," Rokuro couldn’t contain his surprise, “that’s even better." Velvet couldn't help but laugh as she pushed Rokuro away with one hand to get past. "Some other time." "You’re a buzzkill," Rokuro said after her, offended. "Trust me, when I want to go further, I'll let you know." Velvet, walking backwards towards the exit, unfastened the strap of her cloak with literally one finger, deftly demonstrating exactly how she would let him know. "Oh, you're taking a risk, Velvet," Rokuro said quietly once Velvet was out of sight. He couldn't guarantee he'd have the patience to not pounce on her one day. ㅤ