Helios licked his nose insolently, before bending to lick drops of water off Ace’s feet. He washed one spot assiduously, before hopping in the shower and looking up at the shower head. Then he looked at Ace, tail waving, and back at the shower head.
She glanced over her shoulder to smile at him and reply, and her hands froze on the cat. Very carefully, eyes sliding up and down his form, she said, “Ace, please tell me you’re doing that on purpose. Because if you aren’t, I really think you’re being very cruel, and I don’t like that.”
Ace relished in the attention Summer gave him. Though he wasn’t properly pining for it, he wasn’t exactly deterring it, so.
“Doing what on purpose, hm?” he asked with a coy grin.
“You don’t like that? Well, maybe I’ve been a bad boy.”
She turned back to Helios, rubbing at the damp fur so fiercely the ragdoll emitted a small ‘meh’ in protest. She muttered grumpily under her breath, something about stupid boys and their stupid long legs and stupid skin and stupid smiles, and then she flung the towel across the room and whirled on Ace. “You think you can just sit there on my couch with practically nothing on and it’s like a game to you, isn’t it, you like toying with me, but you can’t even make a proper move, can’t just, you know, /say/ something, no, you have to fuck around and fucking be nice and sweet and then come in here like, like, like /that/ — I hate you, I hate you so much — !”
She glared at him, fists clenched by her side, chest heaving, and it was clear that she didn’t hate him at all.