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shesgotguts) wrote2014-06-04 05:47 am
shesgotguts) wrote2014-06-04 05:47 am
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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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OH or octopus dad?? idr
Her touch tingles along every hair on his body (yes, even those ones), every nerve and node, up his spine to leave even tingles on the tip of his tongue. But then again, she always leaves him like that, just seeing her.
Kondo's heart feels as though its fit to burst and his grin widens, probably splits his face, but he doesn't care; no, he throws himself down onto the bed beside her, lets one arm flop over her waist.
He presses his nose to hers, then.]
Me too. That's enough for me....that and that light show I promised.
WHAT IS THIS FROM WHAT REFERENCE ARE YOU MAKING
that smile of his is brilliant, breathtaking, and she does her very best to match him. (of course, it never will-- he is the sun, after all.) when he flops down, she lets out a small 'oof!' in surprise, then curls up close to him, her legs brushing against his.]
Light show? Did I miss something? I thought there was only going to be knees involved~
A GAME ;;
and he's just gonna keep his hand where it is across her waist, two fingers tap at her hip as he snuggles and curls against her. He nudges his knee with hers. God, the nightgown isn't exactly short but.....fuck, dem legz.
It takes him a moment to register her words because Kondo's just been gazing at her, but then:]
Hmmm...? Oh, ah! It's uh, light shows of the knees I guess?
BUT WHICH ONE
there's comfort in being smaller than him, in being enveloped in his arms and fitting so well with him. she's never considered herself tiny in any way of the word, but against him, milly feels so little, but safe, actually protected. (in the back of her mind there's a vague thought: if he's her knight and her shield, then his lady must undoubtedly be his sword. perhaps in this moment, she's only big enough to be a dagger, though.) one hand moves to rest on his chest while her other arm wraps around it, her body flush to his.]
What a show! But did you mean a light show on my knees? I could make you see stars behind your eyes~ [it's a joke, said so playfully and sweetly that it doesn't even sound like she's suggesting he drop his pants.]
A STREAM PC ONE!! with squids
and she fits so damn well in his arms too. She and him and Aikuro, they fit together like puzzle pieces that were meant to bring about this big, wonderful picture. He continues to poke and brush the tip of his nose to hers, then to her cheek, the corner of her soft mouth. It's like a dream, all of this.
He's dreamy even as her words somewhat register--]
Yeah, like tha- wait, what?!?! Nonononnoo! If anything, it'd be my kne- I mean! Milly-chaaaaaan!
this makes sense but i still have no idea what you're talking about
as he nuzzles her, she sighs softly, melting under each touch, her fingers tracing light, swirling patterns on his back. once he finally realises what she's said, though, she laughs without restraint, barely muffling herself as she buries her face in his hair.
but she wants to play a little more, and her lips graze his ear, her voice teetering on a whisper.] Yes, Isao~? Is there something wrong?
well....;; oh well
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
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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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]
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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.]
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[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.]
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[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?
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[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?