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Whisper wakes up to find herself entangled with Shadow. Her legs are wrapped around his, her hands between his thighs, and her head is resting on his soft, warm chest. Recalling the details last night floods her with embarrassment, but she had enjoyed herself so much, even more than she had dared to hope, and finds herself so comfortable in Shadow's bed right now that she can't say she regrets it one bit. Except... "are you wanting to roll the dice?" Shadow's question appears in her mind and breaches her contentment, leaving her sinking into the depths of anxiety. She extricates herself from Shadow's bed and finds her maid costume, searching the pockets until she finds what she needs desperately now. Fortunately Tangle had given her a back-up plan for if the condom had been broken or forgotten, so Whisper swallows the morning-after pill with a profound sense of gratitude, though it doesn't completely relieve her concern. Glancing at the old-fashioned clock in Shadow's room, she's shocked to see how late it was, and rushes into his bathroom to clean herself up.

Shadow stirs awake, his biology allowing him to be perfectly refreshed from resting the perfect amount, though he doesn't immediately get up. The sounds in his private bathroom has him thinking a moment, before he remembers the exact specifics of last night. Sighing, the hedgehog slides out of bed and rubs his eyes. What had he done last night? Was it a mistake? Was it the start of something great? How would she react? She's the one who initiated things, right? Damn... was she an animal in bed. Just thinking of the night-and-day difference between the quiet maid and the primal beast he shared his evening with has him up and at attention once more. But he can't concern himself with that. He's in charge here, right, but he needs to be sure that everything is okay.

So, Shadow gets up and slips on his pajama pants, and he knocks on the door to the bathroom. "Enjoying the master bath, are you?" he asks, in a voice she's more familiar with from him, that stern, aloof boss.

Whisper had just turned the shower on when she hears Shadow knocking. She freezes, wondering if she's prepared to face her boss again. Surely he's not dissatisfied with last night (how could anyone be?) but what's coming next? Is he going to make more demands of her or is he going to insist that they continue with business as usual, as if nothing happened between them? She can't work out what the future may hold but, regardless, she has to answer him. "Yes, thank you, sir." she calls out, but her voice is so soft that she's not sure he can even hear her over the rushing water.

The hedgehog opens the door, stepping inside, letting the steam and warmth hit his body. He slips out of his pants and walks on inside as well, pulling the curtain aside and joining her. She backs away a bit to make room for his dominating presence "So quiet, as your usual self," he says, standing tall in front of her and enjoying the water. "What was it about last night, hm, that transformed you so?"

This is Shadow's domain, so him barging in can't be called an intrusion, but finding herself face to face with him so suddenly is still a bit overwhelming. She can't bear to look him in the eyes, but when she glances down, she finds herself staring directly at his penis, so she instead raises her gaze as far up as she can, to his chin. There was so much that had led to last night: the stories she'd heard of him for years, the naughty ideas Tangle had planted in her mind, how tantalizing he had been to see in person, but all she can get out is, "Being alone with you was more exciting than I anticipated."

"And yet," he says, moving a hand up, stroking at her chin, tilting her up so that they are eye-to-eye, "you had prepared for and acted upon it. Such initiative I didn't think I'd see from you. Just one of the hired help who keeps her head down and does her work, not asking for anything, turning out to be such an... animal with such desires." Already the lusty growl rises in his voice, though he moves his hand away and just keeps his crimson eyes upon hers. "I must admit--I haven't felt such excitement in a long time. Now that we're awake," he says, reaching behind her, grabbing the fur shampoo and squirting some onto his hand. "Shall we discuss what our expectations moving forward are?"

She can scarcely breathe as she struggles to maintain eye contact, his fiery gaze burning itself into her. "I don't know." She confesses. "I just didn't like you being so distant." She feels at the spot on her chin where he had touched her and wonders how to elaborate, though the only explanation she can muster right now is, "It doesn't suit you." She shivers slightly, since the hedgehog has been blocking the warm water.

Seeing her cold and vulnerable like that, he places his hands upon her shoulders, pulling her in, spinning around so they were both in the spray of the water. They are so close that a little pool begins to fill up between their bodies. His nose touches hers, his eyes half-closed. "So, you think intimacy suits me more?"

She runs her hands down his back. "I suppose so." She confesses. "Someone like you shouldn't be alone; I wanted you to be more open, welcoming." A sly grin spreads over her face as she closes her eyes and rubs her nose against his.

"You sought to control me, did you?" he asks, a smile gracing his lips, showing off his white teeth, sharp, perhaps why he doesn't show them too often, but she's known their feel. "I don't know if you're brave or foolish" he says this, squeezing her in closer to him, "But, I'm intrigued enough to find out!" The lusty spark in her eyes invites him to investigate, and with that he presses his lips to hers, his own tension disappearing as he holds the wet wolf in his embrace.