[center][h1][color=#435394]Fae[/color][/h1][/center]

As Fae waited for Nightfall's answer to her question, she glanced around the room lazily. Admittedly, she hadn't noticed the towels that she'd stepped on as she walked into the room, as they simply felt like carpet beneath her shoes. While she settled her gaze back on the "man of the house," so-to-speak, she caught him looking over her, ever so slightly though the gesture was.

She couldn't help but grin.

When he threw two towels at her, she caught them rather easily while listening to him tell her where everything was in the bathroom. There was a pause as she looked at him, and wordlessly put the towels down on the end of his bed. Inhaling through her nose, the brunette shivered as a chill passed over her body. [b][color=#435394]"Mm."[/color][/b] The woman murmured absently before reaching down at the edges of her shirt and pulling the garment free of her body. Her pants swiftly followed her shirt, until she was standing in front of him in just her undergarments, an unashamed smile on her face.  

After a moment, still smiling, she walked over to him before he could move out of her path, her body mere centimeters from his. As a heartbeat passed between them, she rested a hand on his cheek. Time seemed to slow as she gently guided his head down just enough where her lips brushed against his for a moment before she fully kissed him, her body closing the distance between them. The kiss was hot, deep, the flame of passion that burned beneath her skin aching to be released. It took a good deal of her willpower not to follow up with anything as she pulled away.

She draped her wet clothes over her shoulder, absently grabbing the towels from the end of his bed before walking into the bathroom, only barely catching what he had said about the intercom.

Once inside the rather large bathroom, the white-blue tiles were in great contrast to the rest of the warehouse. It was a little funny, actually. As she looked around the room, several things caught her eye: The garnet-topped sink; it's sleek black exterior popping out the white walls and floor like an obelisk, the shower which took up a rather sizable portion of wall it's clear glass walls and door would leave nothing to the imagination should someone decide to pay a visit, finally her eyes fell on the alcove in the corner of the room between the sink and the portion of wall that the shower didn't take up; there, a large Jacuzzi tub sat with two small stairs leading up the base. She almost had to force herself to ignore the little black boxes that sat over the Jacuzzi and in the shower, both covered by an outer shell of plastic with only the buttons free, likely to protect them from water damage; they probably had some sort of sealant on them as well. 

[b][color=#435394]"Where do you even get this stuff?"[/color][/b] The woman muttered to herself, as she walked over to the shower to turn on the water.

While she waited for the water to heat up to a level she could stand, Fae meandered around the room, setting her wet clothes in the sink, and putting the towels on the bar on the outside of the shower. After a moment or two of looking, she found the clothes she'd left as a contingency nestled in the cabinet beneath the sink. 

She couldn't help but smile.

Once she had finished looking around the room, she walked over the shower to check the water again and found that it was the perfect temperature, steam welling up around her feet. Still smiling, she stepped inside, the heat of the stream eliciting a small sigh of pleasure.    

[center]---[b]15 Minutes Later[/b]---[/center]

After washing and drying off, Fae stepped free of the still steam-filled shower and grabbed her dry clothes. A white shirt and a pair of dark denim jeans hugged her body tightly as she opened the door to the bathroom. Steam billowed out behind her as she walked into Nightfall's room, her hands working her hair back into the ponytail she'd been wearing prior, her bare feet moving noiselessly over the towels. 

She glanced at the villain who had taken up sitting at his desk, and her head tilted. Only three documents? How strange. She could see the muscles in his back were taut with how he was holding his body, thinking. For a moment, she debated simply sitting on his bed and watching him, but that thought was quickly dashed. She wasn't so passive as that. 

Quietly walking up behind him, she threw her arms around his shoulders loosely, pressing her chest into his back as she leaned over, her head resting on his shoulder. [b][color=#435394]"What's wrong?"[/color][/b] She asked as she saw the look on his face, her hands resting lazily on his chest. 

She didn't even bother trying to read the documents that were up on the screen, she wanted [i]him[/i] to answer.