Perhaps she had never been firm enough around Marty. Although as teasing as their encounters were, she could not resist making him work for even the slightest touch at times. There were times she would willingly embrace him, or allow the briefest of kisses to her cheek and such. Any larger gestures deemed much hesitance from her, and much shying away and gentle protests. He always did manage, though.
Usually, he was sneaky about it. Approaching her when she was least aware of it, and departing so quickly that she hardly caught who it happened to be. There was always a scowl offered his way, before she would turn and smile if he did indeed leave for the time being. It was a foolish cycle they had, but one she found herself enjoying more and more with the passing days.
There were times where she discovered him laying on the couch of her home, or sitting in the chair behind the desk at the shop. Either way, there were days she could expect him to show up and days when she could not expect him to. It was sporadic. She never knew when she would see him again after their meetings. They always managed to make up for lost time, however. Whether silly, teasing conversations to a simple, comfortable silence between them with nothing other than actions speaking for them. Onyx and Marty weren’t the type to speak of every single thing they encountered or felt at the time. Sometimes, it was better if they both took a well needed break from the anger they both offered to the other.
Now, it was a bit of a surprise to see him stretched out upon her leather couch. There was little the demon could do other than stare, heterochromatic eyes narrowed in question. She was nice enough, however, to not wake up for the time being, though she did make her way over to sit on her knees beside him. A pause as she raised her hand, fingers shaking gently as they tucked brown tresses behind his ear. If she awoke him, it would be quite embarrassing to explain. He didn’t seem to be as if he would be waking anytime soon fortunately. Onyx inclined her head for a moment to examine him further, a soft sigh bypassing rosy lips. Not a thought as she leaned in, a gentle peck upon his lips that he would not return.
Onyx would always try to sneak in a few kisses on his lips in return.