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So here is the chapter where it's time to wash the cloak as I promised I would write.

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Stephen has returned from a long mission exhausted and completely dirty. His outfit had traces of mud and was torn at a certain part, some dried blood was stained on it. Even the cloak was in the same condition than its master.

Its hems were covered in dust and mud. You could barely saw its bright original crimson colour.

« God, what the hell happened to them ? » you thought when you saw them stepped in the corridor.

You came closer to Stephen who was clearly exhausted. Some dark bags under his eyes had appeared and his lip was cut with some scratches on his face. He was barely able to stand up so you helped him, putting his arm around your shoulder to support him. You both managed to reach his room, the cloak slipping on the floor. Stephen was going to just let himself fall on the bed but you held him back.

« No, no. You're not going to bed in that state. You have to wash first » you stated, pushing him up and leading him to the bathroom.

He just groaned at you. If he could, if would have just lay somewhere to sleep.

Once you reached the bathroom, you started the water for Stephen and said:

« Okay, I'll wash the cloak in my bathroom while you take a shower. If you need help with wounds, call me. »

You grabbed the cloak on his shoulders which snuggled into your arms, almost sighing. Stephen tensed at your touch but didn't move, slowly relaxing. He sighed, tiredness overwhelming him.

« Anything I need to know about the cloak ? » you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

He slowly removed his tunic, unaware you were still here. He must have been really tired to not notice you still standing in the room.

« It doesn't like water. Especially cold water, » he said in a husky voice.

« Great », you muttered sarcastically under your breath.

He was going to remove his pants but you quickly left the bathroom, a blush covering your cheeks. You left his bedroom and crossed the corridor to reach yours. The cloak wraps its hems around you, getting you dirty but you didn't pay attention to it. All you care was to comfort the cloak. And maybe a hot bath would help!

You opened the door and got into your bathroom. You gently put the cloak on the cabinet, detaching its hems from your body. It seemed to sigh at your actions and you quickly turned on the water. You removed your sweat which left you in a white top and a pair of jeans. As soon as the bath was ready, you swiftly grabbed the cloak, stroking its collar and explained to the relic:

« Cloak, I'm going to wash you, okay ? If it's too hot, tell me. »

The moment the material touched the water, it jumped above the transparent liquid, splashing you a bit in the process.

« Come on, I need to wash you. You 're completely dirty. »

The collar turned to you and slowly glided lower and lower until its hems touched the water. It trembled, reflecting its red colour and finally settled in the water. You turned off the water once it reached the right level and attempted to wash the item. You seized the soap and the body puff to clean the relic but it surprised you. It splashed you.

Again.

Hot water covered your top and you swept away the water from your eyes, not amused at all by the situation.

« This is going to be tough » you pondered, aiming the soap towards the hems of the cloak. It tried to send water in your face again but you said in a very deep and stern tone:

« Don't you dare, Cloak! »

But hey, why would it listen to you? It didn't even listen, Stephen !

Another wave of water hit you and soon your entire bathroom was covered in puddles. You sighed heavily while the cloak dirtied the water, slowly turning into a weird brown colour.

« Need help ? » a voice came from behind you.

You turned your head to see Stephen leaning on the door, smiling at you. He was wearing one of the tunics of the sanctum.

« Hey, already finished? »

He nodded and knelt next to you,

« What are you doing? You're going to be completely....

SPLASH !

« wet ... » you finished, warm water dripping from your face and Stephen's. He laughed at the cloak's deed.

« You're in a game mood now, Cloak ? » said Stephen, sweeping away the water from his face.

Yo tried to not look at him, but he was quite attractive like that. His hair usually sliced back was slightly curling and his eyes were sparkling, clearly amusing by his relic's behaviour.

« Let's wash it before it decides to push us in the bath » you joked.

Stephen nodded at you and grabbed the hems. The cloak struggled a bit at his master and the collar raised up until it met Stephen's face. Meanwhile, you took the body puff with the soap and washed the smears and stains until the warm colour of red was clear.

The collar slapped Stephen to test his resistance. Once, twice,...

« Y/N. » he warned, trying to avoid the attack of his cloak.

« Almost done », you said, washing as fast as you can. All the dirtiness of the cloak vanished in the water, changing in a muddy colour.

« You can let go, now. I'm going to do the collar, » you said.

Stephen released the hems of the cloak which hovered the water. You stood up and cleaned the collar softly which the cloak likes because it stroked your cheek. You smiled and stepped back, once your work was done.

« All clean! »

« Now, let's dry it off, » Stephen said and attempted to take the cloak.

However, the item played a trick, it escaped Stephen's grip and pushed him into the water, and it quickly stepped above your shoulders and made you fly above the bath and dropped you in it, right on top of Stephen!

You hadn't time to react, you place both your hands around Stephen's face, unaware you were straddling him and blushed when he looked at you. Meanwhile, the Cloak swiftly flew out of the room, trailing down thousands of drops of water.

« Well, it seems, I needed a second shower, » he said, making you laugh.

You looked at him, mesmerised by his blue eyes. However, he kept avoiding your gaze.

« Stephen, what is it? »

His cheeks reddened, a bit while a smirk reached his lips.

« I can see your bra. Nice one by the way »

Your eyes widened and you got up. You had completely forgotten that a white shirt with a darker coloured bra mixed with water curved your chest very much.

Stephen got out of the water too while your back faced him. The cold air hit you after the warm bath and you shivered. Stephen noticed and grabbed a towel, gently wrapping it around you.

« You're freezing. » he announced, turning you and hugging you.

« You're wet, » you stated when silence lingered around you.

« So are you. « he said, smirking and raising an eyebrow suggestively.

« Not in that way ! « you said, punching him lightly in the chest. He laughed and cupped your face when you stopped. Time seems to suspend, while dived in each other gaze, your eyes fell on his lips. He took the hint and leant on, filling the gap between the two of you. As soon as his lips touched yours, a new warmth invaded your body and you pushed yourself closer to him. His hands wrapped around your waist, holding you tighter. You snaked your arms around his snake, playing with his wet hair. He bit your bottom lip, asking for entrance which you gladly granted. A dance began and soon you were melting, moaning when his tongue danced with yours.

You both broke for air and you looked at him, amazed by what just happened. He gently pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and whispered in it :

« I'm going to take another shower, will you join me ? »

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