her routine is a set one: repeated as closely as she can. an early riser, full of bad dreams, unable to stay still too long. jog to university pool is an easy enough one, and swimming pool is always empty at this hour. her classes aren't for ages - there's no rush for her to be ready. in truth she's shocked he remembers what she'd told him, and even more surprised that she did. she must have after all, nobody else knows her little routine.
surprised little noise leaves her as his body rocks against hers, lifting her body from ground enough hands have to grip top of shower cubicle walls. "w-what if someone comes in?" like who? they're the only ones here, she knows that. but logic is so much harder to focus on, whimpering between rough kisses as he rocks against her to get a moan. hot water still hammering down on them both as head rolls back a little.
He doesn't usually listen to anyone when they tell him things about their lives because he doesn't give two tin shits about them but her, well, what can he say, she's just different than all the other's have been to him so he actually paid attention. Today Asmodeus followed her on her run and while she was swimming in the pool had come into the locker room and taken his clothes off and hidden in the shadows of the room so that when she came in she couldn't see him there. This was one of his favorite games to play to see what kind of loyalty he could get out of a person. Would she let him fuck her in this room or would she tell him no was the question.
Asmodeus waits for her to get in the shower and then comes up behind her, picking her up by the waist and pushing her back against the wall, rocking against her as he does. He then looks at her with a smirk on his face as his hair begin to get wet "Do you think I care if they see me taking what's mine? I need to have you and I will have you even if it's in front of a room full of people do I make myself clear?" He growls out as he thrusts up into her and starts moving at a punishing pace.