[Gourry wants no part of this! The little flying people are trying to put flowers in his hair! He's a guy, guys don't wear flowers in their hair! Don't ask how they managed to get his armor off or steal away his sword. He's trying to shoo them away with a stick but in a show of force they gang up on him and send him flying until he lands right in front of Amelia.
When he's down, the fairies stick the flower pin into his long hair and flitter away giggling.]
[Gourry was denser than usual, thanks to the pin stuck in his hair. His hand found her breast and cupped it as if it was most usual thing for him to do.]
Trying to what? [His head tilted, a blanker than usual expression on his face. That's when his fingers gave a little squeeze.] Does it feel warm here to you?
[There were a lot of things she could have said, should have said, but didn't at that moment. His touch was quickly muddling any protests she may have had, her own fingers gripping his hair, though not too tightly.]
T-The pin...I-I...[The words died in her throat as she whimpered at the squeeze, feeling herself become rather more flustered than before. Unable to process the rest of the sentence, she simply nodded at the other question.] A l-little actually...
[The gears were creaking to life, a thought bubbling up to the top of his head. Wait for it... wait, where did it go? He had it, and then it was gone! The presence of the thought lingered at leas.]
I think it means something. [With his free hand he rubbed the back of his head and laughed. The other hand moved to her other breast and squeezed it, followed by some rubbing of his thumb over its center.] Oh, the pin! Did you find it?
[Amelia was hardly in a state to contemplate Gourry's thought process, far too distracted by the pressure he was putting on her breasts. As he brushed across a sensitive nub with his thumb, she let out a shuddering breath, moaning softly. Meanwhile, she just managed to force a reply to him, shaking her head as her mind slowly slipped into haziness.]
I...d-don't think it's going to come out Mr Gourry.
[The heat affected Gourry in strange ways. He knows he's touching Amelia, but it's just not registering where or why. He's also starting to lean closer to her, but he seems confused.]
[With her breathing becoming uneven, Amelia barely managed to shake her head in reply. Her will to fight or address the issue was wearing thin, her body betraying her in leaning in to the touches.]
N-No, it's just wound in tight and...you have a lot of hair. [Against her own rationale, her fingers ran through the long blond locks, enjoying the soft texture much more than she should have.]
When he's down, the fairies stick the flower pin into his long hair and flitter away giggling.]
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Trying to what? [His head tilted, a blanker than usual expression on his face. That's when his fingers gave a little squeeze.] Does it feel warm here to you?
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T-The pin...I-I...[The words died in her throat as she whimpered at the squeeze, feeling herself become rather more flustered than before. Unable to process the rest of the sentence, she simply nodded at the other question.] A l-little actually...
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I think it means something. [With his free hand he rubbed the back of his head and laughed. The other hand moved to her other breast and squeezed it, followed by some rubbing of his thumb over its center.] Oh, the pin! Did you find it?
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I...d-don't think it's going to come out Mr Gourry.
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Why not? Did they glue it on?
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N-No, it's just wound in tight and...you have a lot of hair. [Against her own rationale, her fingers ran through the long blond locks, enjoying the soft texture much more than she should have.]
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