Summary: Carmelita gives Sly his own room in the penthouse, and realizes just how different it is living with him.

Carmelita Fox had soon come to realize that living in the same house as Sly Cooper would become very problematic at times. She had thought about what it would be like if they had ever gotten married, or if he had needed somewhere to lay low for a while when he was still a thief, but what she had imagined was far from the truth.

He had his own room, which was supposed to have been the guest room in Carmelita's penthouse apartment, but she supposed Sly was the only guest she'd be getting for a while, so she let him have it. He scarcely ever slept in it, so it confused her as to why he would ask for it. She found out one day after he'd gone home early from work claiming he was sick. When she couldn't find him anywhere else in the house five hours later when she actually got off of her shift, she found out exactly why he wanted it.

Apparently Sly didn't like the way the rest of the place looked, so he wanted one room to decorate. Carmelita would have been fine with it if he had asked, and she thought for a moment that maybe he knew it would bother her if he didn't ask. She was calling his name in the penthouse, the echo that resounded telling her he wasn't home, until he said "in here" as if he was challenging her to enter the room.

She accepted the aforementioned challenge, and the room was blue. There was a lot of blue. The walls were a royal blue, which was Sly's favorite shade, she remembered, and the curtains were a sky blue. The mattress on the indigo bed frame was white, but the entirety of it was covered in the, of course, blue sheets, covers, and pillows. The only things that weren't blue happened to be the television with its black borders (which was atop a navy blue dresser) and the loveseat in the middle, which was also black. His head poked up from where he was lying, and he waved a hand.

"Pretty cool, right?" he said, a smirk on his face. "I put it all together myself."

She was in a state of complete disbelief. The rest of the penthouse was mostly white, gray, or black, with a few splotches of orange or blue ever since he had come to live with her, but she hadn't expected there to an entire room that was just...blue. She couldn't say anything, and just sort of stood in the doorway, eyes darting around the room.

"Oh, come on, Carm. Don't tell me this room makes you feel...blue," he snickered.

That got her going again. "You know what, don't tell me that you spent several thousand euros to paint a room a color just to joke about it."

"I didn't. It was only, like, 400, I think." he replied, before lying back down to face the screen.

She sighed, and left, closing the door quietly. She wondered at times like these if he really had amnesia, what with his ability to put such phenomenal things together quickly and quietly. How did he paint and furnish an entire room in five hours? she thought to herself. Maybe it had nothing to do with his having been a thief, maybe it was just one of his personality traits. Something that you couldn't get rid of with a little electric shock. As interesting as it was, his unbelievable stealthiness, she had other things to worry about, and left Sly to be alone in his room.

He was in that room quite a bit after he had made it, but he almost never slept in it, always resting in Carmelita's master bedroom by her side. Sometimes, however, he'd fall asleep on the loveseat after a particularly long session of gaming, for a while after the room incident, he bought himself one of those PlayStation things Carmelita had heard about before, and she could sometimes hear him screaming in frustration at the games he played, but the things he said always made no sense. Things about camping or "spawn trapping", whatever the hell that was.

She recalled him asking once if she wanted to try and learn the games he was playing. He went in there, handed her one of the controllers, took one himself, and started up the game. The screen was cut in half horizontally, which she found confusing in remembering which one was hers. There was a lot of explosions, and shooting, and after about a half hour of it, she completely understood the contempt he felt for the game, and started screaming herself. Sly was a bit terrified, considering she raged much more violently, and in another language.

He had never learned much Spanish, much like he had never learned much French. But he could understand some of the words. It was the most swear words he had ever heard her say at one instant. Sly had learned his lesson, and would never again ask Carmelita to play Call of Duty with him again.

Sometimes, he'd have one of those days where he didn't really feel like doing anything, and just wanted to relax after work. It'd be the weekend, and if they didn't have any plans, he'd curl up on the loveseat, and watch movies for hours. He could finish entire television shows in a matter of days if he wanted to. Ordinarily, Carmelita would be concerned about his lack of activity, but she stopped objecting when he asked her to watch with him.

"Hey, Carm, you wanna come in there and watch something with me?" he'd asked one day after a particularly tiring day.

She'd shrugged. "Sure."

She went in after him, and the first thing she noticed was that the room was rather dark. "It's so I can see the screen better," he explained when she asked why. It really did call attention to the only source of light in the room, which happened to be that screen. As he lay down on the loveseat, he pulled her down with him, snuggled up close, and turned on the movie.

At first, she had wanted to ask what exactly it was they were watching, but she liked how quiet it was. She liked the feeling of him curled up close to her, all warm and cozy. He was watching Titanic, which she thought was funny, considering he didn't seem like the type of guy to watch love stories like that. They were relatively quiet the whole time, as long as the movie was, and afterwards, she could have sworn she heard him sniffling back there.

"Are you...crying, Sly?" she asked, suppressing a laugh with one hand.

"No," was his adamant reply, but she heard him shakily inhale one last time, and then stop altogether.

He scrolled through the selection list for a while after that was over, trying to find something Carmelita wanted to see. She settled on a television show which he had heard about before called Supernatural, which he had never actually seen. He supposed now was better than ever, and he started playing it. Thankfully, it automatically started the next episode, because he rather enjoyed it, and had lost his controller somewhere. Something around five episodes in, Sly fell asleep.

She heard steady, rhythmic breathing behind her, and ever so delicately craned her neck to see that the raccoon was, in fact, sleeping. She had never seen what he looked like asleep before, seeing as how on both weekdays and weekends he always got up before the alarm, sometimes a whole hour or two before. He was always awake before she was. Now, she noticed, he was kind of adorable while he was asleep, that raccoon mask of his seeming to cover his whole face with his eyes closed, mouth slightly hanging open.

She smiled to herself, and rotated again. It was the little things that counted now that they were really and truly together, things like him wanting to spend a whole day doing nothing but watch Netflix with her. She had never quite thought their life together would be anything like this. She had expected more chasing, more little conversations and quips in the dark of the night. This, however, was pretty good too.

She was just as tired as the raccoon was. She shifted around a bit, trying to get more comfortable, before finally settling, and closing her eyes.

A/N: Sorry it took so long to come out with this one, it took a while to think of something to write. In response to a review I got, yes, I will be carrying this story through Sly 4, and then I'll have something original from there. This will probably come out to be something around 15-16 chapters long when it's over. Anyhow, thanks for reading. Leave your questions, comments, and concerns in the review box or message them to me. Have a good one!

- FlareGun343