"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Marcus froze, pausing the counting of the cash he was able to gather by spreading it out over several demons and slowly looking up at Lilith who just appeared in Kat's living room and did not look happy. After Nex abused the power to make money for first edition books for Katherine and caused inflation in the human economy, Lilith limited the amount of money they could make at a time. To avoid this, he got Arda and Armand to contact as many demons as possible and throughout the day, they were showing up and making the cash they could.

"Nothing," Marcus said, slowly pulling a throw pillow from the couch over his lap where the money rested. Kat did the same, discreetly pulling one over her lap as well.

"You know how the money system I came up with works?" Lilith asked, cocking an eyebrow. "If you don't all fucking do it at once."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Nex shrugged, not bothering to cover the cash on his lap, it wasn't going to help them.

"Oh shut up, you stupid human," she spat, sending him a glare. "You're lucky you and your pet are protected from me."

A splash hit Lilith's arm and she hissed in pain as it burned her skin. She looked over at Kat who had a water gun pointed at her. "Yeah, but you're not protected from us. Or holy water."

"You've got to be fucking kidding m-" she started but Kat sprayed her again. Lilith seethed, her eyes glowing red as she glared at Kat. "I thought you were supposed to be the good and pure one."

"Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand firm," Kat quoted. "The reference is in regards to protecting ourselves against demons. If God has given me holy water as protection against you, then they call me to use that protection. Ephesians six, thirteen, if you were curious."

Nex snorted and covered his mouth to contain the smile as that comment only pissed Lilith off more but he knew quite well she could do nothing about it. "Never thought you quoting the bible would be so sexy," Nex whispered.

"Oh for all that's unholy," Lilith groaned, rubbing her hands over her face and deciding to ignore the humans she would like to tear her claws into. "Marcus, cease what you are doing," she said, narrowing her eyes and setting fire to the cash on all their laps.

"Hey!" Kat protested, firing more water at her.

"Damn you," Lilith hissed, dodging some of it but still getting hit. "You cannot just make money as you please."

"It's important though, it's for a little girl with cancer," Kat argued.

"I don't know why you think I would give a single fuck about one human life."

"It's Mila's sister," Marcus tried. Lilith liked Mila at first and it was a desperate attempt to find any sympathy in the demon. "She's sick."

"Again, I care why?" Lilith asked, crossing her arms. "So she dies, life goes on, the world will not remember her or most the humans on this planet. I don't see why that means you get to sneak around and try to find a way around my system. Why haven't you accepted Arda's offer to kill her already? And why the fuck did you rob a pawn shop?"

"You know," Marcus sighed, standing and stepping closer to Lilith. "You're really good at being one of those stereotypical, evil demons. And I needed things, relax, I'm not going to do it again and it was a tiny shop, nothing big."

"Thank you," Lilith smiled. "And you better not fucking do it again. Now stop what you're doing right now," she said, her eyes flashing red and her horns appearing for a second before fading away again. "I don't care what your reason is, do not fuck with my new system, or rob another human place. If you do, I will send you to The Praeteritus where you can spend the rest of eternity, lost forever and never seeing any of your friends again."

Lilith vanished and all the cash remained as ashes. Marcus glanced back at the piles of ashes and Kat gave him a sad smile. "Pastor Allen is opening a donation at church and asking from other churches as well, we'll get some from that."

Marcus nodded and backed away, gesturing to the sky. "I'll be back later."

"Tell her I said hi!" Kat said before Marcus took to the air.

Marcus arrived and Mila was in the shower. She did not notice him arrive and stayed where she was, letting the water run over her head and face to wash away the overnight work she'd done. Her feet were tired, her mind was tired and yet thoughts and worries wouldn't stop running through it. What bothered her more was that her thoughts needed to be on the upcoming trip to Chicago and planning it all, but instead they were on two nights before, when Marcus stayed with her all night while she slept.

She hardly remembered asking him to stay and was slightly embarrassed she had. He was more decent about it than she thought he'd be and mumbled something about getting back to his friends before leaving after she woke up. She went to the bathroom to get ready for work and nearly fainted when she saw her mother's necklace sitting on the counter where she always left it for a shower.

After repeated attempts of yelling Marcus's name which her neighbors did not appreciate and only further solidified her label as 'the crazy neighbor', Marcus returned.

"Where did this come from?" She asked, gesturing to the necklace.

"The pawn shop."

"The pawn shop," Mila repeated. "I know, I sold it to them."

"I know, and I took it back," he shrugged.

"They'll suspect me," she said, not wanting to admit she was so damn relieved and thankful that she wanted to kiss him.

"I figured. That's why I stole multiple things so it looked more like a robbery," he explained. "The other shit is in your living room and I imagine you can use the internet to find somewhere to sell them and get some money for Stella. I still recommend maybe not wearing the necklace out for a while or at least making sure you were a shirt to cover it. It's pretty one of a kind and easily identifiable."

"Can you help me rob a bank?" Mila asked, her eyes going wide.

"Trust me, Mila, I'm already going to get heat for what I'm doing. I'm not supposed to interfere with human establishments," Marcus said, disappearing before she could thank him.

It was that, and the way she woke up with his arms wrapped around her that was stuck in her mind. It was the last thing she expected of him and it left her feeling things she wasn't sure how to deal with. Turning in the shower, she rubbed the water off her eyes as much as she could and opened them, letting the water run down her hair as she stared ahead at the wall of the shower.

Waking up with him was nice. She hadn't slept with anyone but Stella in a long time and when she spent the night with Stella, she was the one doing the comforting. She was often the one doing the comforting. It was just how life always went for her. To be the one getting comforted for once had more than her heart warming.

It's not my fault he's hot and was really sweet for once, she told herself as she turned and pulled down the removable shower head, lowering it towards the apex between her legs.

"The fuck is this?"

Marcus's voice startled her and she screamed, nearly slipping in the shower until a hand reached through the curtain and grabbed her arm to keep her from falling. She stayed frozen for a moment, blinking slowly as she attempted to restart her heart.

"Dude, come on," Mila groaned, using his hand as leverage to help her upright again. It disappeared to the other side of the curtain and heat rushed to her cheeks as her hand was still firmly around the shower head. "You have to stop scaring me like that."

Marcus grunted but that was the only response he gave. "Seriously, why the fuck do you have this?"

"Have what?" Mila asked, pulling the curtain back enough to see Marcus, spotting her fireman calendar in his hands.

He flipped through the pages which included muscular fireman half-naked, posed seductively. He raised an eyebrow and looked at Mila who smiled sheepishly. "I am supporting my local firemen, thank you very much."

"In the bathroom?" Marcus asked doubtfully.

"Well it has double benefits," Mila shrugged. "Gives me nice ideas while I'm in the shower."

Marcus fixed a glare on her and the calendar disintegrated.

Mila's mouth dropped open and she let out a sound of shock and despair. "You're a pyromaniac, aren't you? That was mean!"

"Is that what you were doing?" Marcus asked, nodding to the showerhead still in Mila's hands.

"No," Mila said, slowly tucking the showerhead behind the curtain.

"Another demon perk is being able to smell lies," he informed her.

"Oh," she said, chewing on her lip and shrugging. "Fine, so maybe I was, so what?"

"So nothing," Marcus shrugged, bring his hand up to the edge of the curtain and pulling it back, giving him a full view of her. He sunk down on the toilet and brought his feet up on the edge of the tub, leaning back and clasping his hands behind his head. "No one's stopping you."

Mila stared at him for several moments, forgetting to blink. The he looked at her made it feel like a challenge and she wasn't capable of backing down from a challenge. She was competitive. "What, you think I won't just because you're watching?" She scoffed.

"I honestly don't know," Marcus said, bringing his hands down, lacing his fingers together and leaving them in his lap. "You're quite bold very often but you know something I've noticed?"

"What?" Mila asked, gulping when his eyes darted down her naked body before coming back to her eyes.

"When I match your boldness, you retreat," he said, a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips.

"I do not," Mila said, narrowing her eyes.

"Hmm," Marcus hummed, crossing his ankles over each other where they rested on the edge of the tub. "Yes, you do. You were perfectly fine with stripping in front of me and changing in front of me when you thought I wouldn't do anything about it, but the second I started responding to it, you retreated."

"I do not retreat," Mila said, gesturing to herself. "Me and retreat don't belong in the same sentence."

Marcus shrugged and that only pissed Mila off more. They stayed locked in a staring contest before Mila's competitiveness won. "Fine," she said, bringing the shower head in front of her and lowering it down her body.

Marcus's eyes darted to the shower head, following its movement over her stomach and down between her legs. Mila sucked in a breath when the water hit her and she adjusted her stance, moving it down further, her eyes closing for a moment when the water hit her clit.

She opened her eyes and found Marcus staring right back at her, in her eyes, not lower. That eye contact heated everything more as a shudder of excitement ran through her body. "This is very dirty," she said breathlessly, biting back the moan while she rotated the showerhead around until she found the right spot that made it difficult to stay quiet.

"I'm a demon," Marcus reminded her. "Dirty is how we do it. They call us unclean, Mila," he said, his feet moving back to the tile, bracing against the floor as he leaned forward. "And it's not because of hygiene."

Marcus's eyes darted down to where Mila was working the shower head and it only made the warmth between her legs grow hotter. As did the growing bulge in the front of his pants. Marcus caught her staring and she took in a deep breath, reminding herself he wasn't winning this one. "No one's stopping you either, devil-boy. Looks like you've got a little problem forming."

Marcus recognized the challenge in her tone and he wasn't going to back down. He stood and unzipped his pants. Mila's eyes went down, watching as he dragged the zipper down and reached in, pulling himself out.

The moan escaped Mila before she could stop it as the pleasure between her legs built while she watched him lazily stroke up and down his thick length. Thinking about what that could do to her, how deep he would hit and how much he'd stretch her out and create friction over every available space had her mouth going dry and another moan escaping her.

Marcus stepped closer, stroking himself faster, bracing his other hand against the wall and leaning his had closer to Mila's. "You imagining a fireman, Mila?"

"Yes," she lied, her lips parting as a whimper escaped her. She was getting close so fast, so much faster than when she was alone. But she wasn't alone. There was a very attractive demon standing in front of her, getting himself off watching her. It did things to her, sent tingles through her body and made her skin erupt in goosebumps despite the warm water.

"Which one?" Marcus asked, stroking faster.

Mila licked her lips and tried to think of what any of them looked like but the blood was rushing elsewhere. "Um... December," she said, picking the first month she could think of. Stella's birthday was in December.

"What does he look like?"

"U-umm," Mila stammered breathlessly, the pleasure building and building between her legs. "Dark ha-" she started but stopped when she remembered Marcus had dark hair. "Dark eyes," she corrected. That didn't help. Marcus had dark eyes. "Dark blue eyes," she corrected again. "Blonde hair."

Marcus nodded slowly, his hand moving faster as Mila's moans were coming out more frequently, her legs starting to tremble. "One more question."

"What?" Mila breathed, her eyes fluttering.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear and wet hair. "Did you already forget I can smell a lie?"

Mila couldn't help it. She was already at the edge but feeling that small contact and hearing his deep voice right against her pushed her over the edge. Her eyes shut and she let out a whimper as she came, pressing her thighs together and dropping the showerhead to put her hand on the wall for support.

She slowly opened her eyes and Marcus was moving his hand faster, a small gleam of precum on his tip that she was dangerously tempted to dip her head down and lick up. She couldn't help but wonder if demon's tasted different, felt different...

Marcus let out a small groan and grabbed Mila's wrist, tugging her closer and cumming on her stomach. Excitement pulsed through her body as his cum shot out hot onto her skin, covering her in him until he was done. Their eyes met and they stared at each other, lost in a spell until a knock on the front door broke it.

Mila quickly crouched down and grabbed the showerhead, rinsing off her stomach and clearing her throat. "Um... It's my brother. He's stopping by to get a coat I bought for Stella, I need to get out there fast before he thinks I'm dead."

Marcus nodded slowly, reluctantly taking a step back. Mila swallowed and pulled the curtain between them, letting out a long breath and dropping her forehead against the shower wall as the full gravity of what they just did hit her.

They crossed a line. A line she didn't want to redraw or step back over even though she knew she should.

Another knock at the door had Marcus zipping himself up and walking through the bathroom wall and into the living room. He approached the door and pulled it open. Terrence's eyes widened when he saw Marcus, standing much taller than him despite the fact he was six feet tall. He slowly looked up at the man in his sister's apartment, who definitely worked out, and definitely could kick his ass.

"Who are you?" Terry asked, worried it was one of Dallas's friends here to threaten his sister. The guy may be bigger but Terrence would be damned he didn't go down without a fight if he was here to hurt Mila.

"Who am I?" he said, fixing an unfriendly stare at Terry. The last time he saw Mila's brother was when he was yelling at Mila for something Marcus did. He wasn't overly fond of the man. "Who are you?"

"Terrence, Mila's older brother," Terry answered, matching his unfriendly expression. "Why are you in my sister's apartment?"

Marcus shrugged, stepping back to let him in. Terrence watched him carefully as he had to step in sideways to get past Marcus's big frame since he hadn't bothered to fully move out of the way.

"Mila's in the shower," Marcus said, pushing the door shut and crossing his arms. "She'll be out in a minute."

"How do you know she's in the shower?" Terrence asked.

"Because I was just in there with her."

Terry's eyes went wide and he wasn't sure how to respond to that. He swallowed and shifted uncomfortably. "Because she wanted you in there, I hope."

"Trust me, she did," Marcus said, his lips tugging up in the corner, just slightly.

"I'm sorry, who the fuck are you?" Terry asked, throwing his arms up.

"Marcus."

"Marcus," Terry repeated, frowning. That name rang a bell and he raised his eyebrows when he realized why. Stella mentioned Marcus's name more than once, asking Mila if he was coming back. "You were at my house a while ago, with my sisters."

"Yes, I was," Marcus said, narrowing his eyes at Terry. "I showed up when Mila told me not to and didn't leave when she asked me to. I was being a bit of an ass that night and already apologized to her, just thought you should know," he said, taking a step toward Terry. "Next time you want to yell at someone, yell at the right fucking person. I don't appreciate hearing how you unloaded on her because of me."

Terry gulped and took a step back. Marcus was more intimidating than he wanted to admit. "Are you dating my sister then?"

"I wouldn't say 'dating'," Marcus said, leaning back against the wall.

"I'm really close to punching you," Terry warned.

Marcus smiled and shrugged. "Go ahead if you think it's a good idea."

"Hey," Mila said, rushing into the room, tugging a sweatshirt over her head and glaring at Marcus before looking at Terry. "I was not expecting him to answer the door, sorry. Coat is over here," she said, walking to the front door and picking up the shopping bag, holding it out for Terry. "All right, all set, bye."

Terry gave a lingered glare to Marcus as he walked over to Mila, pausing close to her and dropping his voice to a whisper he didn't think Marcus could hear. "Who is this? Please tell me it's not one of Dallas's friends."

"No of course not," Mila hissed, crossing her arms. "He's just... A friend."

"A friend who answers your door early in the morning, was in the shower with you, and hung out with our baby sister?" Terry asked doubtfully.

Mila gulped and sent another glare to Marcus, taking a deep breath before answering. "A beneficial friend."

"Mila," Terry sighed, his eyes shifting to Marcus briefly. "I don't like it, something's off about him."

"Pretty sure she can make her own decisions," Marcus said.

"I'm talking to my sister here, do you mind?" Terry snapped.

"Okay, let's not get all this testosterone floating around," Mila said, grabbing Terry's arm and pulling him to the door. "I'll be by in a little bit to see Stella like we planned and go over trip plans, see you later!"

She pushed him out the door and shut it, putting the lock in place before turning to Marcus and throwing her hands up. "What the hell was that??"

"What?" Marcus asked innocently.

"You told him you were in the shower with me??" She asked. "And you answered the door? Who told you to answer the door??"

"Relax, I didn't mention the horns," he said, tapping his head where a horn would be if he was in demon form.

"That's not the problem," Mila squeaked.