When the doctors in the infirmary cleared Rhythm to leave their care Syn offered to let the woman come relax in her room. Guiding the way but still walking side-by-side with the taller female Syn smiled inside. She was happy to see some interest within Rhythm as she was interested as well in the other woman.

Opening the door to her room Syn gestured for Rhythm to enter. “Make yourself comfortable. You can lay on the bed if you’re still feeling tired.” Syn climbed onto the bed and sat looking at the red eyed woman. "How are you feeling dear?"

“Ah've been bettah.” Rhythm answered honestly, barley taking in the room at all before she crossed it and flopped down on the offered bed. It felt like heaven covered in marshmallows...or some such oddly formed thought pattern that made sense now but probably wouldn't later. “Mah head be killin' meh. But otha then day? Meh...ah've taken worse beatins, ta be honest. Bruises an' shit ah can handle, so no worries dere. It's da blood loss dat's da killah.”

She almost immediately wanted to fall asleep, what with being mostly comfortable and all, but despite her sleeping pose here eyes were still locked on the the person that had dominated her thoughts for the better part of...well, seemingly since the first moment Rhythm laid eyes on her. She moved gracefully, like a cat coiled to spring on unsuspecting prey and the thief couldn't help but lick her lips when eying those long, curvy legs. Her Rational Side rolled it's eyes, the voice sounding suspiciously like a redhead she met at The Closet so long ago. Her Absurd Side scoffed and pushed towards trying to get at the treasure this woman held, though that side sounded suspiciously like Rhythm's own voice. She wondered what the hell that meant.

“Ya got nice digs, princess.” Rhythm spoke, her normally deep voice (for a female) coming out a bit huskier. “Dis where ya bring all da girls ya help out? Or am I special?”

Looking over her guest as she listened Syn nodded in acknowledgement. “You’ll get better, and as for any blood loss the staff in the infirmary patched you up pretty good. You just need to rest and recover.” Syn’s emerald gaze moved over every curve of Rhythm’s form and then homed in on the woman’s cheek as the goth girl’s finger tips lightly caressed the soft skin.

A soft laugh escaped Syn’s lips in response to Rhythm’s question. “I’m glad you like my room, but I don’t help out very many people and even less in the manner I have with you. So yes, you’re special.” Her words were the truth as she felt a similar spark as she had in times past. It was that feeling that she had wanted to feel for so very long and here it was again like waiting for the sun to come out from behind a storm. Though Syn wasn’t completely sure how Rhythm felt, there were signs that she shared a similar emotion.

>>[/b] “I’m glad you like my room, but I don’t help out very many people and even less in the manner I have with you. So yes, you’re special.”[/i]

“Ah'm glad...”

It really was the only response she could muster. Any higher brain function, at the moment, seemed to be unobtainable. Left behind was instinct and want. That instinct made Rhythm narrow her eyes slightly in greed, her crimson eyes wandering about the face and neck of the woman before her. The silence that was between them seemed...comfortable, considering their situation. Rhy's hearing only picked up the sweet melody of the soft breaths of Syn, the almost inaudible purr that she was emanating from the back of her throat, the sexy brush of tongue across lips, and the want suddenly roared, making the thief shoot her arm out to wrap behind the gothic woman's neck and pull her in close.

Syn, apparently, had the same idea as they both met in the middle, lips pressing softly, exploring scent and taste together. Rhythm's body protested then shut up as both sides of her consciousness, oddly enough, had nothing to say. In fact, all sound seemed to have vanished and left nothing but two women who's pants were audible, filling the room as Rhythm further explored the woman in her arms. Syn was on her lap now, straddling her in a position most would consider intimate but barely bothered the thief as her tongue and lips found the sweet scent and taste of Syn's neck. She felt the need to mark it, to ward off intruders.

Her teeth bared and they nipped the side of Syn's neck, almost as if asking permission to inflict this small amount of pain if only for the greater pleasure of their current experience.

Everything just felt so right with rhythm laying there with Syn on her bed. So when the arm wrapped around her neck and pulled her close Syn adjusted her self and straddled the red eyed woman as they kisses. It was a soft, sweet and gentle kiss but there were emotions interlaced amongst the taste of the kiss. Feelings they both seemed to have in common. A wanting and yearning that worked its way to the surface of their being.

Feeling teeth nipping at her neck Syn smiled and moved her neck away in a subtle but smooth motion. Her eyes almost appeared to light up with emerald fire as she looked deep into Rhythm’s own blood red orbs before moving down almost touching her lips to Rhythm’s. This was just a tease as Syn leaned down to leave her own mark.

Rhythm leaned her head back before slowly falling back to the bed, Syn attached to her neck as her counter-attack was probably leaving a bigger mark then Rhy had managed...even though she'd only gotten a small taste before Syn had taken the upper hand. Which was good...great even. Rhythm loved the feeling of someone that knew what they were doing and encouraged it, her hands gripping Syn's hips before they snaked up to her lower back, then up and around to her firm, sexy stomach.

“Stop...”

Wait, what? Rhythm's eyes snapped open as all activity stopped. It took a moment, but the thief suddenly realized that the word that had made this extremely hot and comfortable atmosphere had come out of her mouth. She swallowed hard, though her hands were not softly kneading Syn's sides. Rhythm moaned softly as Syn dragged her tongue across the abused skin of her neck, her lips cracking into a small, crooked grin as Syn seemed to observe her work and give a satisfied purr before she pulled up. Their faces were inches apart, and Rhythm couldn't help but stare into the eyes of the woman above her.

“Ah...ah think we should slow down ah bit...” Rhythm began, feeling as though she were sounding like some nervous teenager having her first time with someone much more dominating and...experienced. “Been in a fight an' all...gotta clean mahself up, savvy? So...ya got a shower ah could use? 'Sides, dere be a few cuts dat da docs din' get. Could use some cleanin' out. Ya tink ya could help wit dat?”

Stop? Did she hear that right? Rising up to look down at the woman lying underneath her Syn had a slightly confused look. She didn’t have to wait long for an answer. Rhythm had a good reason to want to stop and Syn smiled at it. “I’d be more than happy to help you my dear.”

Rolling off Rhythm and landing her feet on the floor Syn stood up. “I understand dear. I do have a shower you may use, and I’d love to help check those cuts for you.” Giving a sly smile and grabbing the taller woman by the hand Syn guided her to the bathroom. “Here you go dear.”

“Across the Sky” by Emilie Autumn

Taking a shower together wouldn't be so bad. And it wasn't. Syn was a lot more...gentle then Rhy would have thought someone named 'Syn' would be. The time there, for Rhythm, was spent exploring and cataloging just how well she could manipulate the various squeaks and moans out of Syn, and then finding out which ones were her favorite. Granted she was pretty sure Syn was doing the same thing, and that didn't bother Rhythm as much as it would have had it been some random floozy.

And now she was on the counter and naked except some panties and a bra, while Syn looked at her head. The shorter woman was taking her time, but Rhythm was pretty sure that was because Syn was almost face to face to her, her head tilted upwards as she carefully ran her fingers through Rhy's hair, checking to see if it was healed up okay. For her part, Rhythm's long legs found themselves wrapped around Syn, her hands running up and down the gothic girl's sides in a sensual manner.

And truth be told, Rhythm was...comfortable. The bathroom was large, to be sure, but it was still slightly steamy and the warmth was just right. The thief found herself leaning forward a bit, her nose touching Syn's before she shook her head slightly from side to side in a classic Eskimo kiss.

Words, for some reason, didn't seem to be needed.

The shower really was nice to share as Syn checked Rhythm over for other cuts, scrapes and bruises while memorizing the taller female’s features. It was a sweet and tender moment that carried through after the shower. Rhythm had a quality that Syn found attractive in that she wasn’t afraid to be herself with Syn. She had her own aggressiveness that matched equally with Syn’s own and yet there was also a sweet softness to her. A side Syn also had, but hidden away only to be shared with one deserving such attention.

Rhythm had hardly ever slept so good. And if she did, it wasn't ever with someone in the same bed.

But Syn lay mostly on top of her, her head just below Rhythm's chin. Their legs were tangled up in a comfortable mess, and the covers were soft and airy. Syn's bed seemed to know exactly how Rhythm liked to lay and contorted to please her, and while Rhythm questioned how the bed could know all of this, she didn't really wanna question the situation at all. Syn was warm for a skinny girl, and Rhythm soaked it all, her arms around the smaller woman to hold her tight.

She didn't fall asleep right away, no. She had to get used to the fact that Syn had convinced her to sleep naked with her. It was Rhythm's natural state anyways, but when she shared another's bed, whoever she happened to be sleeping with usually preferred clothes. Syn seemed to almost scoff at the idea, the roll of her eyes letting Rhythm know exactly how she felt about that idea. Then Rhythm had to get used to just how content she was, and just how surreal the situation seemed. A bar fight, a kiss with a girl she'd just met, and then a concussion. All of that had led to a shower and naked cuddling with the woman who'd dominated her thoughts ever since Rhy'd laid eyes on her.

Funny how life worked. She should get concussions more often.