[ Her whimpering, panting state was the last thing he could see before the irresistible urge for slumber overwhelms him. Nodding his head, he fights it one more time. Two more times. But it's on the thrice nod that Ragna feels his head hit the cushioning of his lounge chair for good. Sure, he got a parting shot of Monika's ample chest heaving with emphasis while she struggles to stay awake, but he wouldn't be separated from her for long before those heavy lids of his awaken to the same ethereal looking sky. Wavy liens, beautiful pink clouds, and the sounds of the waves continuing to gently roll ashore in the distance. ]
Nngh...my body feels...so heavy. The hell's going on?
[ Only Ragna wasn't going to have the time allotted him to fully register that before another sensation surges through his very being. A familiar one that had the core of his chest positively thrumming with want and need. It doesn't hurt, but goes does it feel like his heart is being cinched so tight anyway, causing him to gasp for a moment until he's joined by the poet straddling those hips of his and rubbing herself flush against his hardened frame. Suddenly, lightheadedness makes him feel like he's swimming, his heightened senses honing in on the allure that was the girl he'd been thinking about before succumbing to sleep in the first place. The same girl who was invading his thoughts and turning them downright salacious before she was gliding her more curvy figure against his more rock-hard skin. The wash of her warm breath over his mouth urges him to lean up to want to just kiss her without fully understanding why.
But before he can get a chance to do that... ]
Hey—
[ SLAP! AND SUDDENLY. AT LEAST FOR THE NEXT COUPLE MOMENTS? HORNY GONE. CONFUSED ANGER BONER COMMENCE. It may be a dream, but that stings??? ]
What the SHIT, Monika?!
[ What a thing to bark back with when your hands were squarely on that ass, by the way, looking up into those green eyes of hers both befuddled and aroused. ]
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[ Her whimpering, panting state was the last thing he could see before the irresistible urge for slumber overwhelms him. Nodding his head, he fights it one more time. Two more times. But it's on the thrice nod that Ragna feels his head hit the cushioning of his lounge chair for good. Sure, he got a parting shot of Monika's ample chest heaving with emphasis while she struggles to stay awake, but he wouldn't be separated from her for long before those heavy lids of his awaken to the same ethereal looking sky. Wavy liens, beautiful pink clouds, and the sounds of the waves continuing to gently roll ashore in the distance. ]
Nngh...my body feels...so heavy. The hell's going on?
[ Only Ragna wasn't going to have the time allotted him to fully register that before another sensation surges through his very being. A familiar one that had the core of his chest positively thrumming with want and need. It doesn't hurt, but goes does it feel like his heart is being cinched so tight anyway, causing him to gasp for a moment until he's joined by the poet straddling those hips of his and rubbing herself flush against his hardened frame. Suddenly, lightheadedness makes him feel like he's swimming, his heightened senses honing in on the allure that was the girl he'd been thinking about before succumbing to sleep in the first place. The same girl who was invading his thoughts and turning them downright salacious before she was gliding her more curvy figure against his more rock-hard skin. The wash of her warm breath over his mouth urges him to lean up to want to just kiss her without fully understanding why.
But before he can get a chance to do that... ]
Hey—
[ SLAP! AND SUDDENLY. AT LEAST FOR THE NEXT COUPLE MOMENTS? HORNY GONE. CONFUSED ANGER BONER COMMENCE. It may be a dream, but that stings??? ]
What the SHIT, Monika?!
[ What a thing to bark back with when your hands were squarely on that ass, by the way, looking up into those green eyes of hers both befuddled and aroused. ]