Fire and Teasing
"Sigh, don't need to be polite to me," Julian D'Aurelius scoffed to himself as he hopped over the balcony railing with ease and jumped lightly into the room.
Light from the moonlight shone in through the doors, casting silver outlines over his tall frame and rippling the breeze around his black hair.
He smirked with a naughty smile "Come, onto the bed to be treated."
"???"
Felberta Ashbourne's expression was filled with clear distrust and suspicion, and he raised his ruby eye with arms folded in front of her.
She had just begun to suspect he wanted to help her.
And now he was asking her to climb into bed. Now it just felt like suspiciously asking for an affair.
"I just want to use the bed, as treatment room because it feels more private, and more comfortable for me and you. Think about it from a Conservative point of view rather then the physical sense"
