[ When is he going to stop being so overwhelming? Sometimes, she can't believe the resort's biggest stick in the mud can be so sweet and affectionate. The thought alone has even the softest kiss of his making her whimper and moan. Not that she has much oxygen to use to make noises. Every time she thinks she'll catch her breath, his mouth is back on hers, stealing it away.
This leaves her barely able to return affection, for once. There are a few feeble attempts, of course--a small kiss here, a nuzzle against his cheek there. As if she's going to complain, though. It's so nice being doted on like this in a way that leaves her world spinning. Is that why he's always letting her have so much control? Does it always feel like this for him when she gives in to her darker desires and bowls him over in her special, awful ways?
By the time minutes? days? months? pass, the only thing keeping her upright is him. Even then, when his avatar moves away, she just about loses her battle with standing, hanging there and being held up just by his hands. She grins stupidly at him with her wet lips, then murmurs some nonsense when his faceplate tips down for a little nuzzle. She does manage a small kiss, by some miracle.
God. She like-loves him so much.
While his avatar cleans, she keeps her eyes on him above, never looking away until she feels a different hand on her wrist. Monika stumbles a little, balancing on her legs like a newborn foal, then she wobbles her way to her bed. Good thing it's not far, because she just about collapses into it once she's close enough. He can move her if he needs to, right? Right. ]
Yeah. Rest.
[ The ability to speak has returned! A little. Mainly, she's more focused on becoming the middle of the best sandwich ever again. If her bed breaks--and it probably will--worth it.
With a happy noise, she buries her face in his avatar's squishy chest. ]
Soundy sandwich...
[ If he needed verbal confirmation of where her mind is now, there he goes. ]
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This leaves her barely able to return affection, for once. There are a few feeble attempts, of course--a small kiss here, a nuzzle against his cheek there. As if she's going to complain, though. It's so nice being doted on like this in a way that leaves her world spinning. Is that why he's always letting her have so much control? Does it always feel like this for him when she gives in to her darker desires and bowls him over in her special, awful ways?
By the time minutes? days? months? pass, the only thing keeping her upright is him. Even then, when his avatar moves away, she just about loses her battle with standing, hanging there and being held up just by his hands. She grins stupidly at him with her wet lips, then murmurs some nonsense when his faceplate tips down for a little nuzzle. She does manage a small kiss, by some miracle.
God. She like-loves him so much.
While his avatar cleans, she keeps her eyes on him above, never looking away until she feels a different hand on her wrist. Monika stumbles a little, balancing on her legs like a newborn foal, then she wobbles her way to her bed. Good thing it's not far, because she just about collapses into it once she's close enough. He can move her if he needs to, right? Right. ]
Yeah. Rest.
[ The ability to speak has returned! A little. Mainly, she's more focused on becoming the middle of the best sandwich ever again. If her bed breaks--and it probably will--worth it.
With a happy noise, she buries her face in his avatar's squishy chest. ]
Soundy sandwich...
[ If he needed verbal confirmation of where her mind is now, there he goes. ]