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I had more things I deleted, but I didn't think of saving them at the time. *sigh*
#1
Suddenly bold, I sweep her off her feet so that I am carrying her, and leap to the windowsill. Konoka gives a delighted squeal and buries her face in my neck. I can feel the heat spreading across my body, and also a nervous, lazy smile.
Konoka whispers an incantation and then pushes open the window. I try to jump through gallantly and set her down, but the opening is too narrow for two bodies and I fall through instead, Konoka collapsing on top of me with a thud. She giggles, and suddenly everything is like it once was. She straddles me, imprinting her hand commandingly on my face.
“You are now my prisoner!” she squeals.
“Augh!” I scream, playing along.
“I am making you my slave,” she declares, lifting her hand and pointing a finger ominously at my face.
“I want you,” she says, “to go and make my bed.” She winks at me.
I attempt to crane my head and look over. Her white comforter is crumpled up in a corner, and her pillow is nowhere to be found.
“What are you doing,” she yells, “get to work!”
“But how,” I ask, mockingly, “you’re sitting on top of me.”
Konoka grins. “Well, I’ll just have to ride on top of you, then.”
I turn bright red. “Konoka!” I protest.
She cackles with glee.
Perhaps there will be more to come.
#1
Suddenly bold, I sweep her off her feet so that I am carrying her, and leap to the windowsill. Konoka gives a delighted squeal and buries her face in my neck. I can feel the heat spreading across my body, and also a nervous, lazy smile.
Konoka whispers an incantation and then pushes open the window. I try to jump through gallantly and set her down, but the opening is too narrow for two bodies and I fall through instead, Konoka collapsing on top of me with a thud. She giggles, and suddenly everything is like it once was. She straddles me, imprinting her hand commandingly on my face.
“You are now my prisoner!” she squeals.
“Augh!” I scream, playing along.
“I am making you my slave,” she declares, lifting her hand and pointing a finger ominously at my face.
“I want you,” she says, “to go and make my bed.” She winks at me.
I attempt to crane my head and look over. Her white comforter is crumpled up in a corner, and her pillow is nowhere to be found.
“What are you doing,” she yells, “get to work!”
“But how,” I ask, mockingly, “you’re sitting on top of me.”
Konoka grins. “Well, I’ll just have to ride on top of you, then.”
I turn bright red. “Konoka!” I protest.
She cackles with glee.
Perhaps there will be more to come.