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Fanatic Adoration - He will be hers! (DigitalSiren x Staine)

Snuggled in his arms she gave a slow smile and nodded. He had. "Yes puppy you did. I ache a little but it's not unpleasant." Kissing his cheek she waited until the bath was full before allowing him to slip her into the warmth. Even after their little session, the warm water flushed her pale skin and she gave a lusty little moan. "Bathe me first and then yourself puppy"

She ran her hand over the top of the steaming water before splashing him playfully, a giggle escaping her. Today was the perfect start to their forever. After a bath she would have him cook them dinner.. And then they could cuddle. Cuddling was one of her favorite things and perhaps she could show him Valentino, her beloved stuffed stuffed bunny! Yawning she nodded to the soaps to the right of the tub. "Every inch, okay?"
 
Sylas smiled down at her as she told him he had done good and kissed his cheek, nuzzling against her. He'd never really acted that way with anybody else before but it felt...right. He let her slide from his grasp into the tub without him and nodded, kneeling down beside it and leaning over the side so that he could start to bathe her. He found the soap and a sponge and started to work it into her, first her less sensitive areas and then over her chest, down her stomach, between her thighs...he carefully did exactly as she asked, cleaning every inch of her that he could reach and lifting her to get to the ones he couldn't, laughing as she splashed him and splashing her back. "Mistress, that's mean!" He was genuinely having fun, there were no voices in the back of his head anymore telling him he was in danger, and why should there be? This sweet girl couldn't pose a threat to him, she was so wonderful, so nice, so perfect.

Once he was sure she was completely cleaned he climbed in to the other end himself, taking the initiative so he could wash himself, quicker and less gentle, wincing as he sat down on the mostly healed but still sore rear. It wasn't long before he was done, and climbing out of the tub, looking at her expectantly for new orders.
 
She stick her tongue out at him. "Big baby, you're going to bathe next!" Giggling she watched him as he cleaned her. he was tender and loving as she expected her mate to be. Taking care as he watched every last inch of her. Once clean she watched him clean himself as well. Both squeaky clean she rose from the water letting it swirl down her body in rivulets. "Dry me off, then yourself. I assume you can cook? I think some dinner would be nice and you need it to refuel."

She handed him a fluffy cream colored towel. Tilting her head to one side her eyes grew wide. "Puppy! Would you like a collar?? All good pets need one..." He would be the first she had ever thought to give one too as well. All her other toys were in the end disposable. But he.. her was her mate.. He surely wouldn't fall down the same path.. therefore he was worth collaring!
 
He'd been grinning after she had called him a big baby, mainly because of the way she had giggled...he loved that sound already, couldn't get enough of it because it meant she was happy! When he had finished cleaning and she rose from the tub he climbed out with her and lifted her out so that she wasn't in any danger of slipping and took the towel happily, drying her off completely including the soles of her feet so she wouldn't slip outside the tub either before he dried himself. Hearing her words, he looked at her quizically.

"A collar?" The look in her eyes was a little different than before, like it was something she had just thought of but it sounded...wonderful. She'd already explained to him that he was her pet, and of course pets needed collars, right? If she was offering him one then didn't that mean that just like she was saying, he really was a good pet? The thought made him almost burst with pride as he nodded eagerly. "Yes! Yes yes, I'd love a collar...I am your pet right? Your good pet? And it would be from you...I'll wear it everywhere, I'll never take it off!" He was far more excited than he had expected and that niggling feeling that something wasn't quite right was returning but he shook it off, what could possibly be wrong with this situation? "Please may I have a collar? Will you choose a good looking one for me?"
 
So eager like the puppy he was she giggled brightly and nodded. "You'd be the first in that sense too. Everyone before you was just a place holder.." She kissed his chest softly. "I knew I loved you since I was eleven but.. I was too young then, so I tired to find place holders.. but no one could really compare. I knew they were not right for me. You were my perfect match. Able to heal the way you do.." She patted his rear softly. "And we both know I love to cause pain"

She walked from the bathroom naked. humming she put both her clothing from before and her costume had had picked into a hamper before continuing out of the play room. She trusted he'd follow her like a good boy. Inside her own room she rifled around a drawer until she fount a pair of hot pink polka dotted shorts and and a matching top. Slipping them both on. The outfit was made of a soft cotton lime material and clung to her every curve. "We will need to move your things in here. Until then.." She fished around in another drawer till she found a pair of plaid sleep pants in deep gold and burgundy and black. They were clearly made for someone bigger than she. She gave him a shy smile. "I bought these for you a few years ago.. but I think they might still fit." She had in fact bought them for him having planned to get him sooner, but things back then had been difficult and thus her plans had to wait.
 
His eyes were shining with pride as she told him he would be the first she had collared too...she was being so good to him, she was so amazing...he smiled down at her as she kissed his chest, had she really loved him all that time? He swelled more as she told him how he was her perfect match, wincing as she patted his ass, a flair up of pain that quickly faded and brought a laugh from him. "Yeah...almost perfect, right? I mean I still don't like the pain, Mistress..." He sounded a little sad as he said it, he'd found a flaw which meant maybe he wasn't as perfect for her as he could be though he couldn't deny that his healing was definitely handy with her proclivities. He followed her from the bathroom as she put her clothing into the hamper, picking up his own and doing the same. It was all he had though...which was soon fixed as she passed him a pair of pyjama pants.

He pulled them on, they were a perfect fit, which made sense with how she told him she had gotten them for him...he hadn't changed much in the last 7 or so years so she would have had his exact measurements. He smiled, she was so thoughtful and prepared. "Move my things? You mean you want me to come live with you, Mistress?" He hadn't thought about it at all but it did make sense. "I...I'd be so happy to! I can go get my stuff any time, I can get it all moved over here and then I could live with you and we'd never have to be apart, not ever..." He couldn't help himself, he rushed towards her and scooped her up in the tightest hug, kissing her hard on the lips.
 
She knew he didn't seem to like it, but maybe it was like a food you didn't like and grew to over time. Maybe he would grow to like it! yeah surely he would. They were made for one another after all. Nymora's only answer was to pat his ass again, enjoying the wince. She nodded at his excitement. "Well duh silly. now that we have each other why would we live apart?"

She squealed as he rushed towards her and pulled her into his arms. The hug was almost bruising as was the kiss but she giggled and swatted his arm. "Put me down puppy! good boys don't just pick their owners up!" But there was laughter in her tone. Once her feet touched the ground she took his hand and lead him to the kitchen. It was well stocked and more than ready for someone of his hunger. She pointed to the counter and lifting her arms, wanting him to put her there.

"I stocked the kitchen for you. You can make anything you like for dinner. I have a sneaking suspicion you eat like a horse, but make enough so I may have some as well." Once perched on the counter the crossed her legs and leaned back against the wall. "Tell me about your day puppy.. before you rescued me"
 
He noticed she didn't say anything about being almost perfect for her, and he let it go, smiling instead she she made the obvious point of why would they live apart when they had found each other? He put her down on the floor and grinned sheepishly, letting her lead him into the kitchen. "Sorry, I was just excited! I'll try not to do that next time..." He actually wasn't the best at cooking, mostly living off frozen food and take-aways but for her he could try his best and he quickly found some steaks and potatoes that he started to cut into fries while she hoisted herself up onto the countertop.

"My day before I rescued you? Umm, there was a bank robbery I stopped, I got shot there but it healed up nicely...a few other muggings, there was a car chase but I wasn't much help there. It was a pretty standard day to be honest." He was a little sad he didn't have a better tale for her, there had been no real villains he had met today, only small time criminals and his wonderful goddess. "Most of it was just the usual stuff, nothing exciting until I saved you, Mistress." Finishing cutting the potatoes he let them soak in water for a little while to clean while he looked for some vegatables to have with it, the steak cooking on the grill nicely.
 
Her face darkened with a flash of anger at someone shooting him. He was hers! She hissed, the sound feral and incredibly feline. "And what happened to the man that shot you puppy?" Her tone was casual but already thoughts were forming. Nymora was not like other villains, though she supposed that's what she was if she really thought about it. She cared very little for the plight of others. Her own wants and needs paramount. She would take care of things that offended her for what ever reason, like the old man. Mostly she felt the people around her and her toys were only to met the end goal and then were disposable. Sylas was the first and really only she had any attachment to.

She tilted her head to one side as she watched him cook. He seemed to know his way around a kitchen a bit.. "Do you normally cook?" If not.. she supposed she could get someone to come in to make food, but pets tended to be overly clingy sometimes and more hassle than they were worth. She didn't really want to have to manage someone like that. She had her mate she had no real need of other company. She'd have him learn... Nodding to herself she tapped her nails along the granite counter top, feeling parched from their previous playtime. "Puppy get me some water" Like a lot of her commands, it was phrased almost like a request, but it was far from it.
 
Sylas looked towards her and smiled. She seemed upset that he had been shot at, it was so sweet he just had to grin, a silly look but clearly he was smitten with her. "I choked him unconscious and turned him over to the police. Didn't even leave a mark Mistress, see?" He touched his finger to the spot on his chest where he had been shot. The bullet had been pushed out as he had healed, and he'd found that as long as he was still alive it was a rare injury he couldn't be just fine from, his healing was instinctive on anything dangerous so he hadn't had to think about it with the bullet. The only thing he wasn't so sure about was dismemberment, he had a suspicion that he wouldn't be able to regrow limbs...he didn't know for sure and he sure as hell didn't want to find out. Instead of thinking about it too much, he moved on as she asked him about cooking and requested water.

He moved to the tap, letting it run a little to make it colder. "I don't really cook a whole lot no but I do some. Mostly frozen stuff really, never learned anything special." He brought the glass of water back to her and placed it by her side. "Do you cook, Mistress? What kind of food do you like?" Going back to the fries, he thought the fryer should be hot enough now as he poured them out into the mesh basket over the sink, then lowered it into the oil. Checking on the steaks, he began to cut the vegetables into what he hoped were pleasing shapes while more water boiled on the hob.
 
She frowned still even as he showed her where he had been shot. "I don't like the idea of anyone but me hurting you.." Pouting softly she picked up the glass of water and took a large sip and sighed. "No, I don't cook.. I normally go out to eat a lot, but that was before you. You should learn to cook! it will be healthier for you and a good skill to have. You can make me wonderful meals!"

She tipped her head to one side. "I like Thai food and Chinese a lot.. And a good steak or some chicken.. I also like vegetarian/vegan food" She giggled and shrugged. "I don't like mushrooms though" She wrinkled her nose at the mere idea. Another sip of water and a small yawn. She felt languid after the play, sex and bath. Her stomach gave a growl. "Hmm weird. Is it normal to be both sleepy and hungry after sex?"
 
He smiled and shook his head, it was sweet that she cared so much but he was fine! "Mistress it's okay, really, it was just another criminal, I took care of it and now he's in prison okay? I promise, I don't let anybody else hurt me, I fight them off!" He finished cooking the vegetables and threw them in the pan, nodding eagerly. He didn't much like the idea of cooking for himself but making food for her was another thing entirely...if it made her happy then of course he could do that for her. "I'd be happy to learn if it would make you happy? I don't know about cooking chinese or thai but it can't be harder to learn than the usual stuff."

Everything was starting to be finished and just about in time, and he started to plate the food as she yawned. "Yeah, usually, I mean it depends on the time of day and what you've eaten, it is pretty late huh? And I'm tired myself, out of energy even...I could use the food and the sleep." His rear still being a little sore was proof that he needed both himself. He lifted her down from the countertop and had both plates, one in each hand, waiting for her to show him where she wanted to eat.
 
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