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[shesgotguts]

house #1490
husband ❧ daughter ❧ son
sister ☆ daughter ☆ nope ☆ no way

owner of Good Golly, Miss Holly!
principal's assistant at Altaciere High School
member of the Holly Heights Welcoming Committee

"Your queen, Milly Ashford, isn't here right now, so feel free to leave a message!! She'll have a servant get back to you ASAP!"

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well....;; oh well

[gorillatama]

[you know u do

god she smells too, too good and her soft touches are like bolts of lightning up his chest; even his nipples are hard at the touch. Nearly everything's standing on end.

He gurgles and wiggles, laughter spouting from flapping lips]

Wrong? Something wrong?! Noooo, no no, nothing's wrong! Everything's just dandy and warm! It's just...the knees..

rip cephalopod dad game thing

[shesgotguts]

[NO I DON'T

now that's the reaction milly was hoping for-- he's absolutely adorable when he's flustered. (he's absolutely adorable all the time, but details...) she scoots down to face him better, her nightgown riding up over her thighs, her leg hooking around his.]

Warm, hmm? Must be the summer air. Nothing else. What about the knees, though? Should I cover mine up?

[she tries to look like the picture of questioning innocence, but her lips twitch with a hint of a mischievous smile, and her eyes are alight with playfulness, and perhaps a bit of something more.]

[gorillatama]

[ok but Kondo, at this point, might not make it-- legs were one thing, knees are another, but that hint of thigh and what remains beyond that-- a thong? biki cut? Just what fate awaits him-- that makes Kondo incredibly hot beneath the collar.

One hand, that tricky, tricky hand, curls along her knee. The flesh of his palm lightly strokes.]

NO! I mean, er, no...you should be free in your own home. Don't let me tell you what to do.

[God, that look!!! He smiles back at her.]

[shesgotguts]

[what's under that nightgown? could be nothing if he plays his cards just right.

this hasn't stopped being a game the entire time-- like gay chicken, but with straight(????) people? yet, she's the only one really playing. but more than that, it's becoming less of a joke and much more real, what with the moonlight dancing across his features and reflecting in such honest, dark eyes.

she pauses for a moment, breathing in his scent as she examines him, her face clean of playfulness for a moment. but it returns soon enough, and she winks to him.]

But what if I want you to order me around, hmm~? I could be at your mercy, Commander Kondo~

[is she teasing? is she serious? It Is A Mystery.]

[gorillatama]

[his sputtering becomes more pronounced as her soft, creamy skin comes into contact with his palm...as the nightgown hem skirts up dangerously a little more because of the brush from his hand.

His cheeks are red as firetrucks, as red as blood, and all he can do is swivel his gaze between her face and where his hand resides, possibly forever, or at least summer vacation.]

It-it isn't right, m'lady! It's my job to follow your orders, after all. I've gotta do what you say...or else...

[he murmurs, peeking down to brush his lips against hers softly]

[shesgotguts]

[she's got half a mind to take his hand and put it on her ass, but that would ruin the moment and end this dance of theirs. he can do it himself, eventually. her focus returns to him, and his expression, smiling gently up at him, far too pleased with all of his reactions.

she laughs lightly, and taps her fingers against his back, keeping her voice sweet and soft.] Or else what? And what if I order you to tell me what to do? What then~?

[she'd probably ask more questions, but his lips so close to hers shut her up. like a sunflower stretching towards light, she tilts her head up towards him, holding her breath as she parts her lips ever so slightly.]

[gorillatama]

Seppuku or a muzzle or something, I guess?

[But his tone isn't confused, no, not in that dopey way he usually is. Kondo's distracted, overly distracted by the play of moonlight on that swan's neck of hers, on the plump lips mere inches from his own, and ripe, so ripe for the taking if he just moves a little more...

All of a sudden a yawn nearly cracks his jaw open and consequently cracks his mouth over hers once that fat mouth closes with a click of teeth behind his lips, not enough to bite, but enough to make an embarrassing noise in the dead of this night.

All the more for it, he parts his mouth and brushes his bottom lip against hers.]

[shesgotguts]

Mm... I don't like either of those. I'll really only pout if you don't listen to me.

[or beat him into submission, but that's for another day.

milly can't help but laugh at the yawn, ducking her head for a moment as she giggles, but she's back with him soon enough, eyes shut as she finds his lips with hers, though barely. they're so close (to what? so much.) but she doesn't move towards him, whispering against his mouth.]

You didn't answer me, Isao... What if I order you to tell me what to do?

[gorillatama]

You sure? I figured you'd get my handcuffs...

[And then he's grinning again to accompany her giggles, smiles into her mouth and hums against her, fingers curled around the small of her back. They softly explore the expanse of fabric, barely there, that covers her waist.

Kondo peeeeers at her lips when she speaks:]

I guess I'd....I'd follow them. If you want me to. Yeah?