It was nearly eleven at night when Mave and Aspen returned to their penthouse after practice and a demon hunt. The scent of sulfur still clung to their clothes from their earlier battle, mixing with the faint vanilla aroma of their expensive candles. They found their demon companion completely nude, lying casually on the couch with one arm behind his head, the city lights casting blue shadows across his features.

Mave grabbed a soft throw blanket from the armchair and draped it over him before sitting down, effortlessly moving his head onto her lap while Aspen went to change into pajamas. The fabric of her combat pants scratched slightly against her legs as she shifted into a more comfortable position.

"Why are you naked? We've talked about this," Mave sighed as she started to play with his hair, her fingers tangling in the dark strands. The day's events replayed in her mind - the sound of demons screeching, the feel of her blade cutting through sinew, the burn in her muscles from hours of dance practice.

As she was thinking, Aspen returned from the bedroom wearing silk pajamas that contrasted sharply with her usual combat attire. She walked right over to the couch, the floorboards creaking slightly under her weight.

"He's naked because he's a shameless slut," Aspen stated bluntly as she leaned over the back of the couch, her perfume - jasmine with a hint of something spicy - wafting over them. Mave sighed and shook her head at her bluntness but couldn't quite deny it.

Aspen moved to play with one of the gold charms on Mave's braid as she looked down at the two, a familiar action that had become second nature between them. Both couldn't help but wonder how they'd ended up in this situation - keeping a demon as something between a companion and a lover - but whatever the reason, they were in too deep now.