“What? I-” She paused when she caught the glittering light bounce off his scales on his shoulders. HIs voice spoke in a low, soft rumble that reverberated through her ears. “Focus on your potions.”

“Right.” Ayaka said as she struggled to tear her eyes away from his. He held out one hand to her as he straightened up. She ignored his hand and stood up on her own accord. “It should be almost dry. When you’re ready you can leave.”

“I think I just need one other thing before I go.” His voice was a low, thoughtful hiss, shivering down her bones.

“What?” She had finished patting down her clothes and was almost out the room when she paused to turn back to look at him. The fucker had scooped up the sash carefully, and was behind her - damn his long legs. She looked up at him, was he hungry? He as an able cook. “There’s food in the icebox.” He smirked - then suddenly dipped his head down, and darted one hand behind her head and held her in place as he kissed her, roughly.

“I think I’ll take that as my payment from you.” He slid around her, out of the room, his voice teasing and amused.

Ayaka gasped as he broke the kiss. “What the fuck snakeboy?” She hissed as she wiped her mouth. She hadn’t expected that. They hadn’t done anything sexual since his first night here and she pinned it down to a one time thing. He smirked at her, wider, and laid his finger against the corner of his mouth.

“You’ve been busy and distracted. But my offer still stands. Now, have fun with potions.” He started to move down the hall.

Offer? To what? Bang? She clenched her teeth. “Go fuck a fucking cactus!” She shouted out after him as he left.

“I’d rather fuck a brown-haired catgirl!” He called back, brazenly.

Fucker. He was right. It was a mistake to ever let him use that potion. Ayaka recalled him saying it was a mistake, but never recalled the why. She dismissed the thought of that, and of his lips from her mind. He was right. She had far more important things to concern herself with than the feel of his body against hers. Or how he tasted. Or anything like that. Fuck.

Flustered she stormed back to her small alchemy bench in the corner of the large room in the house, sectioned off into four corners. If she concentrated she’d easily have it all done before he got back. But what then?

She threw the lavender into the small stone bowl and began grinding. What then? They were barely acquaintances. She knew next to nothing about him. They had sex. Whoopdee fuckn’ do. That meant diddly squat.

She paused her work. They’d had sex. And he had stayed after, holding her. That was...weird. Her hand found its way to her neck. She could feel bumps and ridges, puncture wounds where he had bitten her. His fangs piercing her flesh. Asshole had tried drugging her a few times with his own brand of aphrodisiac. She…. hated to admit it, but missed the rush of it. That wasn’t a good thing either. Her memory of that part of the night was fuzzy but she vaguely remembered him telling her he wanted to avoid using it on her, with good reason.

She didn’t want him to use it on her, well. She did. But no. She wanted to harness it. She wanted to see what it was like compared to her own concoction. She wanted to test the other toxin too, and create an antidote for it. Just in case. But she had a feeling he wouldn’t stay.

He had an entire world to fuck off and explore and she was…. She was ok with that. She’d miss the bites, hell. If he wasn’t such a gloating asshole about it she may, just may miss the kissing. Ayaka would definitely miss the glittery way his body moved - but they were all trivial things.

Sides it was better that way. It was better for her to return to being alone. She didn’t need to rely on anyone. It was part of the reason she sent him away. He would get a taste of outside. He’d get back into the groove of his assassination profession and he would toddle off with a fat coin purse. The only thing he didn’t have was a supply of the potion she had made.

Ayaka sighed as she lifted up the mortar and dipped the contents into a bubbling beaker. She set the bunsen burner to low and stirred the contents till the liquid turned a deep purple. She stood and headed over to the icebox. Caramel tail swishing idly side to side as she worked in silence.

THe catgirl opened up the icebox and pulled out a white liquid. Sap. The last ingredient for the potion. She sauntered back to her station and began to scoop the contents into the bubbling beaker. She stirred it and the contents became a pale, milky purple.

There.

Now all she had to do was wait for the last of the sediment accumulating on top to burn off , and a little sugar for flavour and it was done.

“Now….” She mused as she turned to a small wooden box at the side of the desk. She lifted the lid. In it contained several small vials of the translation potion she had been feeding Estus. There was nothing more to do with them. She simply stared. It was enough for a week - and if he was alright with half doses, or skipping a day here and there. Maybe closer to two. If he was real fuckin’ careful that is. Giving this to the man. It was practically a ‘see you later’

She imagined his hungry eyes drawing in the potions, picking them up and with a turn of his decadant fuckin’ eyes and tail he’d leave.

“Good riddance.” She hissed.

It’d be far, far better that way