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"Sy, you can see other people's desires, right?"

"Mm. Something like that."

Sylus mumbles a reply as he lounges in the sofa next to you, flipping his book. With a huff, you climb on his lap and make yourself comfortable, ignoring the fact that you're now obstructing his view. He lets you encroach his space as he huffs out a soft laugh himself.

"So, like..." You start, feeling shy all of a sudden. "If there's something I wanna try.... in the bedroom..." That finally gets his full attention. He closes his book and raises a brow at you, urging you to continue.

Your bottom lip juts out in a pout, annoyed that he's making you say it. "You know... if... there's something I wanna try... you'd be able to read my mind?"

"We've had sex multiple times, kitten. You're still shy about it?" He teases.

"Sylus!" You smack his chest in retaliation. He rolls his eyes. "Just answer the question, please."

Sylus takes your hand on his chest and brings it to his lips. "Yes, sweetie. I can." He chuckles when you perk up, before he continues, "But for you, I won't."

"What? Why not?!"

"Because," he kisses your cheek, "if there's something you truly want from me," then your forehead, "I would much rather hear you ask for it."

"O-oh. I just... wh- don't laugh, you jerk!"

"I'm not." He wraps you in his arms for a hug, clearly stifling a giggle on your neck. "You just look..." Then, he pulls away to look at you with a content sigh. "Adorable."

You don't even know what face you're making but you can't find yourself to care, not when Sylus looks at you like you're his most beloved treasure (and you are). Your eyes dart away, feeling butterflies in your stomach, even as you continue to pout at him.

"Whatever. Not gonna tell you."

"Don't be like that, kitten. I want to know."

"Too bad!"

"Not even a hint?"

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Sylus’s voice from behind you makes you tense, looking around to make sure none of your coworkers are around before turning to face him.

“I’m wearing my uniform Sylus, I don’t look cute at all. What are you doing here?” He’s leaning against his car casually, as if it’s just another day.

“Is it so wrong for me to check up on you?” He closes the distance between you two, hands coming up to rest on your waist.

"Sylus..." Your tone carries a warning, but his smirk only widens. His hands move up, brushing the buttons of your shirt. You almost hate the way he overwhelms you, both in stature and sheer aura. He latches onto your desire so easily, pulling it out of the locked box you keep it in.

Before you even realize it, your body is laid down on the cool leather seats, Sylus's heated body pressed against yours. He manages to slip his shirt off in the cramped space, but when you move to unbutton yours, he stops you.

"Allow me." He smirks, only unbuttoning the first three buttons of your shirt before pulling away.

"You don't want to take it off all the way?" Your question makes Sylus hum, undoing your pants and just barely lowering them. You're practically fully clothed, and he's never looked more excited.

"I'm a big fan of your uniform, sweetie." He grins, leaning down to kiss you once more.

"Seriously? It turns you on to be reminded of my job? The job which is, technically, to arrest you."

"It turns me on greatly, kitten. To be reminded that your loyalty, above all else, lies with me. Truly, such a sweet sentiment." He's clearly gloating, but there's no real flaw in his logic.

"...I'm gonna arrest you after this."