The Rogue's Mate

The Best Shower Ever

During the walk to his temporary room, Riot couldn't get Ana off his mind. She was just there. Her face, Her body, her smell. The most beautiful laugh she made because of his remark made him shiver. She was perfection was there ever a thing. Raphael said she was a Cursed Nephilim, why was she cursed? what did she do? 

"Here's your room, Take your time," Raph said before moving down the hall with his sidekicks. Riot reached for the door handle, turn it and stepped inside the room closing it behind him. It was a rather plain room, Burgandy red walls, oak furniture and bedpost. The sheets were black. Probably to hide the feeding messes. He let out a soft sigh and walked past everything heading to the bathroom. He closed the door and instantly turn the shower on letting it warm up. He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them to the floor. He glanced at his manhood making sure it was still there and sure enough, it was. 

As soon as he stepped under the head of the shower, a soft sensual groan left his lips. The water felt so good against his dry, sore skin. He wasted no time running his hands over his body and having a good, thorough wash. Once he was clean, he braced his hands against the wall of the shower and let the water cascade over his skin. It felt great.

Once his hair was washed and the rest of him, he towel-dried his hair and then worked on the rest of his body before wrapping a towel around his waist. He stepped out into the bedroom and indeed a navy blue suit was laid out on the bed for him. He wasted no time in dropping the towel slipping into the boxers, slipping the briefs on, then the white shirt, tucking it, his socks, shoes, vest and finally the blazer, buttoning it. Now he felt more himself. Sharper. Cleaned up. He ran a hand through his hair and styled it back so he face was clear. He had trimmed the mess on his face which was now a light stubble. 

A light knocking at the door caught his attention and he turnt to face it. 'Mine' sounded in the back of his head. "Come in." he said loud enough for the person to hear. He knew who it was. As the door opened, Ana stepped into the room closing it behind her. God's she was beautiful.

She was currently wearing simple black skinning jeans, black vans, a short-sleeved but tight white shirt and a denim bomber looking jacket over the top. He could see the light muscle moving beneath her shirt and her jeans. Her long chocolate brown hair blew in the wind as she made her way over to him. "You scrub up well. I wanted to apologise about Raphael. I intended to talk to you alone, much less of an interrogation." she stopped mere feet away from him. 

"nonsense. He simply worries about you." he said, his eyes locking onto hers. He watched as she reached up and fixed a part of his tie he hadn't realised was out of place. He wanted to touch her so bad. She then looked up at him and smiled. "No, He doesn't care about me. He cares about getting inside me. Big difference." she said. Anger must of flashed in his eyes at that comment because she simply froze and starred.