The late afternoon sun filtered softly through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the rumpled bed. The air was warm, still, and quiet — save for the occasional hum of a fan overhead and the low creak of the house settling. It was the perfect kind of silence, the kind meant for indulgence. For stillness. For longing.
Solenne lay sprawled on her stomach across Rowan's bed, her long legs stretching lazily across the sheets. She was nude beneath one of his old dress shirts — a crisp white one she'd fished from his laundry basket, the scent of his body still clinging to the fabric like a secret only she got to keep. It was only half-buttoned, clinging loosely to her curves, slipping off one shoulder, revealing the smooth line of her back and the gentle slope of one exposed breast.
Her tail flicked idly behind her — slow, playful, anticipatory. Her long ears twitched faintly with every distant sound in the hallway beyond the bedroom door. She was waiting, breath soft, heartbeat steady… but her thoughts anything but calm.
She missed him.
She always missed him when he left to train the others.
Solenne wasn't possessive, not really. She understood — he had a full team, responsibilities, people to guide, problems to solve. But even knowing all of that, her skin still tingled with the desire to be near him. To have his warmth. His scent. His touch. And lately… she'd been feeling a little ignored.
Not tonight.
Tonight, she was going to make sure he remembered exactly who came first.
One hand rested above her head, fingers lightly tangled in his pillow. The other traced soft, teasing circles across her bare chest, slowly drifting downward over her stomach, beneath the folds of his oversized shirt. Every slow movement made the hem shift, just enough to reveal glimpses of her bare hips, the gentle curves of her thighs.
When she heard the front door open, she didn't move.
When she heard his steps on the stairs, she smiled.
When he pushed the bedroom door open with a yawn, towel around his neck, sweat clinging to his collarbone, and that usual look of exhaustion in his eyes — her tail flicked, once.
Then he saw her.
And everything stopped.
Rowan froze in the doorway, eyes wide, mouth half-open.
Solenne turned her head slowly on the pillow and offered him a small, knowing smile — the kind of smile that belonged to someone who already owned him and knew it.
"Welcome back," she purred, voice smooth as silk.
Rowan blinked several times. "W-What are you…?"
She shifted slightly, rolling onto her side to face him, the shirt sliding further open across her chest. "Mmm… relaxing," she said, letting her hand trail down her thigh. "In your bed. In your shirt. Smells like you."
His mouth went dry.
"You look tired," she added, blinking slowly. "Hard day?"
"I— yeah— I mean, sort of—" he rubbed the back of his neck. "I was running drills with Astrape and—"
She clicked her tongue and sat up, the shirt falling completely open.
Rowan's words died.
Solenne crawled forward on her knees, shirt parted around her like curtains, chest bare, full and perfect, the soft light catching the slight shimmer of sweat on her skin. Her legs shifted over the edge of the bed, thighs crossing just enough to tease, her tail curling behind her.
"You've been cuddling the others again," she said quietly, tapping her fingers against his knee. "Naya got your lap. Amara got your attention. Lucy got your hands."
Her hand slid slowly up his thigh.
"But I've been waiting."
"S-Solenne," Rowan stammered, frozen in place.
She leaned closer, placing her hands on his shoulders, pulling him between her legs. "You know what happens when you make a psychic girl wait too long, don't you?" she whispered, her breath brushing his ear.
His pulse spiked.
She leaned in closer, pressing her bare chest to his, arms wrapping around his neck.
"You're going to stay right here," she said. "And you're going to lie down with me. And you're going to make up for every hour I spent alone this week."
Rowan nodded slowly, unable to look anywhere but her eyes.
"Good boy," she whispered.
She pulled him onto the bed, his body settling between her legs, her thighs wrapping loosely around his waist. Her tail brushed against his back as she nuzzled into his neck, her hands slowly exploring his sides.
She smelled like rosewater and heat.
And Rowan… couldn't get enough.
He didn't need to train anyone else tonight.
Because Solenne was going to keep him busy.