Hizashi thrust his lower lip out in a mighty pout, staring at the mess on the counter in front of him. He was dressed in a hot pink tank top with flamboyant writing across the front that proclaimed: "<i>weapon of choice</i>" alongside a graphic of a turntable. He hadn't worn an apron and he regretted it now as he felt the sticky mess splattered all over him. Batter, frosting, and an egg he'd dropped on accident coated him from head to waist. He even had frosting in his pulled-back hair, though how he'd managed that he had no idea.
It had been worth it, however.
The cake was <i>stupendous</i>. It sat on a paper platter in the middle of the kitchen table, simple vanilla, but decorated in his girlfriend's favorite colors. Hizashi had used lavender and aqua frosting sheets on the sides to create tiny, overlapping circles that mimicked scales. Two cute fish icing decorations and a ton of heart sprinkles graced the top.
"Now I hafta clean this mess up before she gets home," he sighed.
Unfortunately, luck was not on his side. As soon as he grabbed the bottle if dish soap he heard the doorknob rattling. Hizashi's head snapped around.
"Waaugh!" He scrambled for the door but didn't make it. As Elly entered he looked more than a little silly with his hands thrown up in the air, laying on his belly on the hardwood floor in front of her. "Ahhh, crap, princess! I wanted this to be a surprise."
She blinked at him, covered in confectionary, then at the table where the cake sat. "Hizashi," she grinned widely, "This <i>is</i> a surprise! You made this?! I thought you only liked to eat sweets, not make them."
He got to his feet, groaning. "Oof. Yeah, well, I bake a little. Cakes aren't too hard..." She pulled a chair out for him at the dining table and he sat there biting his lower lip, his legs bouncing wildly about. "You really like it?"
"Yeah," she grinned hugely, throwing her arms around his neck. "I love it! Where did you get the idea?"
"Oh, um." He scratched his head, ruffling his hair a bit more and adding to the mess. "Like, you like <i>Wonderland</i> stuff, but I know you like the ocean, too, and I, uh, I got us VIP passes to the aquarium fo go with!"
Elly squealed with glee. "You're the best!" She kissed him lingeringly, mouthing his lips in the way she knew he liked. Hizashi groaned and kissed back, slow and sweet, so as to savor the moment.
"Mnn, baby, keep that up and I'm gonna want to give you your <i>other</i> present."
"Silly," she chided, slipping onto his lap and making him groan so loudly the vase on the table rattled. "I know what <i>that</i> is."
"Mnn - but you don't - <i>aah!</i> - know exactly how that's gonna - <i>ohhhh</i> - go down."
"Somebody's having a little trouble talking," Elly snickered. "What's wrong, Voice Hero? Cat got your tongue?"
"Oh, very fun - mmmph!" His eyes rolled back as she grasped the front of his shirt and kissed him senseless. "Mnnn... sm'psed t'be y'birday."
"Hmm?"
"I said," he panted, saliva dripping down his chin, "it's supposed to be <i>your</i> birthday. Mine's not for another, like, week."
"Can't help it," she sighed helplessly, walking her fingers down his chest. "You're so adorable, and you're covered in icing. I could just eat you all up."
Hizashi <i>whined</i>, closing his eyes with a strained frown pushing his small brows a long way up his forehead. "Baby <i>please</i>. You're killin' me here."
"Don't I get to unwrap something?"
Hizashi gave up. "You want me, you got me, babygirl," he said with a low chuckle. "Besides, all this better come off or we'll make an even bigger mess in the bedroom."
"Yay," she purred.
"I p - promise, whoa! That I'll clean up an' do the laundry later."
"Double yay." Clothing fell to the floor with a soft thump, and her purring grew louder as he groaned. "Happy birthday to me."
Monday, June 29, 2020
6-30-2020 Shota
Elly held her phone in one hand as she shuffled out of her shoes at the entrance to her apartment.
"Mm hnm. Happy birthday to me, right?" She laughed merrily and tossed her purse on the kitchen counter, walking down the hallway to her bedroom.
"Oh, well. It <i>was</i> fun, Milly. Really. I just... I dunno. Yeah. It's just a stupid fantasy that he might end up confessing or something as my gift." She reached out, feeling along the wall for the light switch. "Uh huh. The, ah, what did you call him? Hobo guy with the dark hair." She chuckled, and took a step, her intent to flop down on her mattress and try to relax after a night of partying with her work friends.
Elly froze.
Aizawa Shota was tied up on her bed.
She blinked incredulously, her eyes wide and face draining of all color as she found her scruffy colleague dangling precariously off one side of the western style bed. He was stripped to the waist, barefoot, and tied up in a rather pretty red ribbon of some sort. Intricate knots trailed down his chest, between his pectorals and further, drawing her eyes to the patch of dark hair that dipped low into his pants. His squirming had dragged the black trousers lower than normal, and she could see his pelvic bones jutting out on either end.
Correction: Aizawa Shota was tied up <i>half naked</i> on her bed.
He was wrenching his powerful arms in an attempt to wear the ribbon down and break free even as she stared, stunned, with the tiniest trickle of blood running down one nostril. Elly's cheeks blushed deeply, impressive since the rest of her remained chalk white. The startling contrast made her look especially pretty, he thought, realizing dismally that only compounded his problems.
"Ai - Aizawa? What the hell?!"
He pressed his lips together in a thin line of disapproval. "Kayama," he grunted in a voice that spoke volumes.
"Mills, I'll call you back, 'kay?" She held the phone out towards a dresser and dropped it without looking to see if she was close enough. It clattered on the top near the edge, but she didn't notice. All her attention was focused on the bound Erasure Hero on her bed.
"Don't just stare, for fuck's sake," he snapped, his hair stirring as his emotions got the better of him. His voice was so choked with rage and embarrassment he sounded like a wild animal. "Help me!"
"I can help!" She dashed out of the room and returned with a pair of sturdy scissors. "Stay still."
Aizawa waited impatiently while she sawed through his bonds. It was difficult to concentrate this close to his hot, sweaty skin, the muscles firm under her hands and twitching lightly. He watched her while she worked, saw her eyes widen when she accidentally touched one of his flat, male nipples and jerked back.
"I don't know what she tied me up with, but it's effective."
"No shit," Elly murmured. "I thought it was ribbon, but it's tougher. I ruined these. But it might be frayed enough for you to - oh!"
He snapped the cord binding his wrists with an impressive display of effort. "Thanks."
"Uh, no problem." Elly watched as he leaned over and started to pick at the knots around his ankles. "Here."
Aizawa took the proferred scissors with a surly grunt and started to use them. She sat down at the foot of the bed, her knees suddenly weak. They sat there until he cut himself free, and he sighed and began massaging his ankles.
"Who was that on the phone earlier?" He asked, an odd catch in his voice. She sensed a difference in him but couldn't put her finger on what it was, exactly. Perhaps embarassment, but it didn't sound quite right. Still, he had asked a question and she felt after what he'd been through he deserved anything he wanted. "An old friend. Goes by the Hero name of The Mad Hatter."
"Hatter? Really?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Yeah." She bit at a hangnail, wincing when too much skin came off. "I was hoping you didn't remember that. Or hadn't heard."
"Apparently hobos have good hearing." One corner of his mouth twitched up so slightly it almost wasn't detectable.
She winced. "I'm sorry. His words, not mine. Anyway, I'll have a little chat with <i>Midnight</i>." The way she spoke the other woman's name caused him to raise both eyebrows. "I'm not sure she'll listen, but I can tell her to stop trying to help."
He admired the way she got right to the point and said as much. "...and we should talk with her. But not right now. It's your birthday, and you didn't get what you wanted."
"I never do," she muttered under her breath. No, even as a child she had gotten material goods only, when what she truly desired was love. She jumped, startled out of her melancholy thoughts when he gently seperated her fidgeting hands. His palm was rougher than her own and very warm.
"Listen," he said, his baritone voice dropping lower, a little rougher. "I'm not very good at showing how I feel..."
She shook herself in disbelief. "Are you kidding? You bought Eri that garish outfit because you cared. You go out with your friends, you listen, you - okay, maybe you're not overly affectionate but you're kind. It shows to those that know you."
Aizawa swallowed hard past the lump in his throat. "Then it has to be that I can't do the right things to show <i>you</i>. I've, ah, tried."
"What?" Her ears perked toward him as she turned, incredulous. "What did you say?"
"I brought you some of my jelly packs that time when you were injured in the hospital..." He continued, checking the rest off his fingers in a list. "Mentioned that it would be cheaper if we all carpooled so we would be together, changed my seating arrangement in the teacher's lounge so we sit closer -" The rest of it was pretty much the same; taken singly, or from anyone else, they were token bits of friendship.
To Aizawa Shota, it must have seemed he was screaming his devotion from the rooftops.
And she <i>hadn't noticed</i>.
She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could realize she was speechless he shook his head.
"Please don't get upset."
"But - but all you had to do is say something. Anything."
"Did you?"
Elly shifted uncomfortably, her tail very still as it lay on the bed beside her. "No-o-o-o, but you're <i>Eraserhead</i>, for god's sake. I was one-hundred percent certain I'd be shot down."
"Shot..?"
"Shot down. Rejected. Look, Aizawa, you're the epitome of simple living. You don't even like complicated food - and by that I mean actual <i>ingredients</i>! You'd rather just consume protein gel. If you think <i>eating</i> is a waste of time, why would - why would I be any different?"
He sighed and rubbed at his eyes, pulling the scarred skin underneath the one so it stretched. "All right, look. It may not be what I wanted - things were easier, before. Since you arrived, I have had trouble eating, sleeping and concentrating."
She squeaked faintly, her throat tightening as her heart began to pound in her chest. He didn't notice, however, as he had his head turned to the side as he spoke. A faint blush burned across the bridge of his nose as his hand tightened on hers.
"However irrational, this means I need you as much as nutrients and sleep. I have, ah." He cleared his throat and turned to face her. "I've... fallen in love with you."
"Oh my god," she choked, her ears laying crazily on either side of her head. "Oh my g - Aizawa... <i>Shota</i>. Shota, you're serious."
"When am I not?"
Elly stared into his bloodshot gray eyes, filled with a warmth she had never seen directed at her. She shook her head, stunned.
"So, if you could have anything you wanted for your birthday <i>besides</i> my confession, what would you wish for?"
"In other words, I can't say I already got what I wanted?"
Aizawa nodded, grinning at her with one hand rubbing at the back of his neck. Elly spoke under her breath, her face blushing bright pink.
"What was that?" He cupped a hand to his ear. "I couldn't hear you, Ches."
"I said, a kiss." She went from pink to scarlet, her cheeks so hot she felt faint with all the blood rushing to her head. Her striped tail swished behind her, creating a faint breeze.
"Just a kiss?" His tone was light and teasing as he cupped her chin in one hand. "Nothing more?" One thumb traced her lower lip, dragging it down. "Not even with me sitting here half dressed on your bed..?"
"Start with a kiss," she suggested shakily. "Then, we'll see."
"I can do that." His scruff rubbed lightly on her face and she closed her eyes to better feel. Right before he pressed forward he whispered between her parted lips. "<i>Happy birthday</i>."
"Mm hnm. Happy birthday to me, right?" She laughed merrily and tossed her purse on the kitchen counter, walking down the hallway to her bedroom.
"Oh, well. It <i>was</i> fun, Milly. Really. I just... I dunno. Yeah. It's just a stupid fantasy that he might end up confessing or something as my gift." She reached out, feeling along the wall for the light switch. "Uh huh. The, ah, what did you call him? Hobo guy with the dark hair." She chuckled, and took a step, her intent to flop down on her mattress and try to relax after a night of partying with her work friends.
Elly froze.
Aizawa Shota was tied up on her bed.
She blinked incredulously, her eyes wide and face draining of all color as she found her scruffy colleague dangling precariously off one side of the western style bed. He was stripped to the waist, barefoot, and tied up in a rather pretty red ribbon of some sort. Intricate knots trailed down his chest, between his pectorals and further, drawing her eyes to the patch of dark hair that dipped low into his pants. His squirming had dragged the black trousers lower than normal, and she could see his pelvic bones jutting out on either end.
Correction: Aizawa Shota was tied up <i>half naked</i> on her bed.
He was wrenching his powerful arms in an attempt to wear the ribbon down and break free even as she stared, stunned, with the tiniest trickle of blood running down one nostril. Elly's cheeks blushed deeply, impressive since the rest of her remained chalk white. The startling contrast made her look especially pretty, he thought, realizing dismally that only compounded his problems.
"Ai - Aizawa? What the hell?!"
He pressed his lips together in a thin line of disapproval. "Kayama," he grunted in a voice that spoke volumes.
"Mills, I'll call you back, 'kay?" She held the phone out towards a dresser and dropped it without looking to see if she was close enough. It clattered on the top near the edge, but she didn't notice. All her attention was focused on the bound Erasure Hero on her bed.
"Don't just stare, for fuck's sake," he snapped, his hair stirring as his emotions got the better of him. His voice was so choked with rage and embarrassment he sounded like a wild animal. "Help me!"
"I can help!" She dashed out of the room and returned with a pair of sturdy scissors. "Stay still."
Aizawa waited impatiently while she sawed through his bonds. It was difficult to concentrate this close to his hot, sweaty skin, the muscles firm under her hands and twitching lightly. He watched her while she worked, saw her eyes widen when she accidentally touched one of his flat, male nipples and jerked back.
"I don't know what she tied me up with, but it's effective."
"No shit," Elly murmured. "I thought it was ribbon, but it's tougher. I ruined these. But it might be frayed enough for you to - oh!"
He snapped the cord binding his wrists with an impressive display of effort. "Thanks."
"Uh, no problem." Elly watched as he leaned over and started to pick at the knots around his ankles. "Here."
Aizawa took the proferred scissors with a surly grunt and started to use them. She sat down at the foot of the bed, her knees suddenly weak. They sat there until he cut himself free, and he sighed and began massaging his ankles.
"Who was that on the phone earlier?" He asked, an odd catch in his voice. She sensed a difference in him but couldn't put her finger on what it was, exactly. Perhaps embarassment, but it didn't sound quite right. Still, he had asked a question and she felt after what he'd been through he deserved anything he wanted. "An old friend. Goes by the Hero name of The Mad Hatter."
"Hatter? Really?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Yeah." She bit at a hangnail, wincing when too much skin came off. "I was hoping you didn't remember that. Or hadn't heard."
"Apparently hobos have good hearing." One corner of his mouth twitched up so slightly it almost wasn't detectable.
She winced. "I'm sorry. His words, not mine. Anyway, I'll have a little chat with <i>Midnight</i>." The way she spoke the other woman's name caused him to raise both eyebrows. "I'm not sure she'll listen, but I can tell her to stop trying to help."
He admired the way she got right to the point and said as much. "...and we should talk with her. But not right now. It's your birthday, and you didn't get what you wanted."
"I never do," she muttered under her breath. No, even as a child she had gotten material goods only, when what she truly desired was love. She jumped, startled out of her melancholy thoughts when he gently seperated her fidgeting hands. His palm was rougher than her own and very warm.
"Listen," he said, his baritone voice dropping lower, a little rougher. "I'm not very good at showing how I feel..."
She shook herself in disbelief. "Are you kidding? You bought Eri that garish outfit because you cared. You go out with your friends, you listen, you - okay, maybe you're not overly affectionate but you're kind. It shows to those that know you."
Aizawa swallowed hard past the lump in his throat. "Then it has to be that I can't do the right things to show <i>you</i>. I've, ah, tried."
"What?" Her ears perked toward him as she turned, incredulous. "What did you say?"
"I brought you some of my jelly packs that time when you were injured in the hospital..." He continued, checking the rest off his fingers in a list. "Mentioned that it would be cheaper if we all carpooled so we would be together, changed my seating arrangement in the teacher's lounge so we sit closer -" The rest of it was pretty much the same; taken singly, or from anyone else, they were token bits of friendship.
To Aizawa Shota, it must have seemed he was screaming his devotion from the rooftops.
And she <i>hadn't noticed</i>.
She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could realize she was speechless he shook his head.
"Please don't get upset."
"But - but all you had to do is say something. Anything."
"Did you?"
Elly shifted uncomfortably, her tail very still as it lay on the bed beside her. "No-o-o-o, but you're <i>Eraserhead</i>, for god's sake. I was one-hundred percent certain I'd be shot down."
"Shot..?"
"Shot down. Rejected. Look, Aizawa, you're the epitome of simple living. You don't even like complicated food - and by that I mean actual <i>ingredients</i>! You'd rather just consume protein gel. If you think <i>eating</i> is a waste of time, why would - why would I be any different?"
He sighed and rubbed at his eyes, pulling the scarred skin underneath the one so it stretched. "All right, look. It may not be what I wanted - things were easier, before. Since you arrived, I have had trouble eating, sleeping and concentrating."
She squeaked faintly, her throat tightening as her heart began to pound in her chest. He didn't notice, however, as he had his head turned to the side as he spoke. A faint blush burned across the bridge of his nose as his hand tightened on hers.
"However irrational, this means I need you as much as nutrients and sleep. I have, ah." He cleared his throat and turned to face her. "I've... fallen in love with you."
"Oh my god," she choked, her ears laying crazily on either side of her head. "Oh my g - Aizawa... <i>Shota</i>. Shota, you're serious."
"When am I not?"
Elly stared into his bloodshot gray eyes, filled with a warmth she had never seen directed at her. She shook her head, stunned.
"So, if you could have anything you wanted for your birthday <i>besides</i> my confession, what would you wish for?"
"In other words, I can't say I already got what I wanted?"
Aizawa nodded, grinning at her with one hand rubbing at the back of his neck. Elly spoke under her breath, her face blushing bright pink.
"What was that?" He cupped a hand to his ear. "I couldn't hear you, Ches."
"I said, a kiss." She went from pink to scarlet, her cheeks so hot she felt faint with all the blood rushing to her head. Her striped tail swished behind her, creating a faint breeze.
"Just a kiss?" His tone was light and teasing as he cupped her chin in one hand. "Nothing more?" One thumb traced her lower lip, dragging it down. "Not even with me sitting here half dressed on your bed..?"
"Start with a kiss," she suggested shakily. "Then, we'll see."
"I can do that." His scruff rubbed lightly on her face and she closed her eyes to better feel. Right before he pressed forward he whispered between her parted lips. "<i>Happy birthday</i>."
Saturday, June 27, 2020
Cat in a bag
"What?" Aizawa blinked owlishly down at the yellow, purring lump on the floor beside his desk. "What the <i>hell</i> do you think you're doing, Cheshire? Get out of my sleeping bag!"
He shook his head, scratching the stubble on his chin and frowning. That she would do such a thing - was it a dare? The other staff members were notorious at ribbing him, especially with newer colleagues. The counselor had been at U.A. for more than a year, but she was still their newest staff recruit.
"I'll get Mic in here to scream you awake," he threatened, but the snoozing thief still didn't react to his voice. Scowling, he edged one boot over and shoved her over.
Elly opened one eye a sliver at the poking. "Quit," she mumbled.
"Hey! Don't you go back to sleep on me! I wanted a nap, and that's <i>my</i> bag."
She mewled faintly with discomfort and his frown deepened.
"Are you ill?"
"Nn."
Aizawa knelt down, grimacing as his knees popped. "You look like shit warmed over," he observed with a chuckle. "I can tell. It's my natural state, after all."
"'Zawa..."
He drew in a quick breath, his ears suddenly burning hot. Her fuzzy, sleepy voice was far too cute. "Okay then, you leave me no choice..! I'm... I'm going to nap right here in my chair," he sighed, defeated. He got up and slumped into the desk chair, rolling it out a ways so he could see her.
"That said, I'm going to keep an eye on you. You can't be working yourself too hard. It's not logical - you'll end up being a waste of - of a valuable resource we need. You're, ah, shit." He rubbed a hand over his tired eyes and sighed again, deeper this time. "You're valuable. To the school, to the community... to me." His baritone deepened on the last word, rolling out of him and causing her to purr in her sleep.
"Lucky you can't really hear me, huh?" He rolled his head back, staring up at the school's pocked ceiling and fluorescent lighting. The lights crackled once, and he closed his eyes. "Maybe I should tell you, then. While you're asleep and it's safe. But, no. Too much risk."
She flicked her ears and he watched her for awhile, her slow, steady breathing making the fabric rise and fall. Her light snoring made him smile.
"So <i>much</i> reward, though, if you felt the same." His hand reached out and he squinted, tracing the curve of her face from where he sat in mid-air. Aizawa snorted at himself, sitting here pining after her while she dozed.
<i>What if she was so tired all she could see was my bag in a sunny spot, warm, and...</i> smelling like me. <i>She is part cat, after all.</i>
He sighed yet again, the air escaping him weaker than ever.
<i>I'm an idiot.</i>
"I'm not going to get any sleep, am I? I guess that's all right, though. As long as you wake rested."
(p 2)
Elly woke to a gentle brushing sensation on her cheek. It was scratchy below and soft above, followed by a low call of her name.
She purred, not quite functional yet and relishing the warmth and smell all around her. She didn't remember how she got here but understood where she was - there was no question. The puffy fabric surrounding her held a strong scent of Aizawa Shota, homeroom 1-A's teacher and Pro Hero Eraserhead.
<i>Eraserhead</i>!
She jerked awake all at once, heart nearly kicking out of her chest at the thought that she had commandeered <i>his sleeping bag</i>.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh -" Her ears caught the sound of low laughter and she looked up at his desk.
<i>Just how stupid am I</i>?!
Aizawa was slumped over in his chair, one leg crossed over the other and an amused smile on his face.
"You have a good nap ...kitten?" This last was spoken so low she wasn't sure she heard properly.
Her throat went dry all at once at the thought of him calling her that, however, and she swallowed with an audible clicking sound. "I ...wh - what did you? What?"
"I didn't really want to wake you, but it's five minutes until class." Aizawa's fingertips reached up to linger on his smirking mouth for a moment. "It wouldn't be good to let my class see you like that. They'd get more, ah, <i>ideas</i> about us."
"More?" She fumbled for the zipper and he laughed again and bent down to help.
"There you go." The metal strips snickered down slowly, parting the cloth enough for her yo sit up. "Yes, more ideas. You know how they talk about us, right?"
She yawned and stood slowly, wondering just what had woken her earlier. His voice was different - lower, almost suggestive. Her gaze settled on his mouth and she licked her lips. Below that, his scratchy, rough stubble, dark and scraggly on his lower cheeks and chin...
<i>Nope. No way. I was dreaming.</i>
"I do, yeah. They're teenagers, they like to gossip."
He raised an eyebrow. "...and what about the staff? They've been just as chatty."
Elly spluttered, her ears laying back. "Common workplace problems. What are you getting at, <i>Eraser</i>? What would you have me do about it?" She paused, then sighed and ran a hand through her hair with a light grimace. "I'm sorry for using your bag without permission..."
He waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, no. It's quite all right. You have to be able to function, and you clearly needed a good rest."
She nodded, relieved. "Thanks." On her way out, however, he stopped her with a soft clearing of his throat just as she reached for the doorknob.
"In fact, you can use my bag anytime you want." Aizawa stood so closely behind her she could feel his body heat. She could see him standing there in the semi-frosted glass, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. He bent down and spoke directly into one furry ear, his voice a low growl. "...<i>kitten</i>."
Elly fled, her cheeks flaming and her heart pounding so hard she could barely breathe. He chuckled and sat back down to wait for his kids to pour in for their afternoon lessons.
Bonus:
The students filed in, casting apprehensive glances at their scruffy teacher.
"Yikes! Mr. Aizawa's got that creepy grin on his face again."
"D'ya think we're getting a pop quiz or something?"
"Ugh, he only does that when he thinks he's figured us out. Or like, won or something. I bet it's gonna be bad."
"Then why is he - is he <i>blushing</i>?"
Regression (Shota)
Aizawa swore loudly.
His day was rapidly descending into chaos.
It had started out so well, with school relatively normal and no serious problems or fights. He napped frequently and everything had gone smoothly. And, afterwards, he even got a rare chance to fight alongside the counselor on patrol.
That's when things started going downhill.
Their target had escaped by causing a confusion inside a store nearby. He reported their location to the police in a quick text but wanted to check on his partner. He had heard Elly cry out as she confronted the villain, and very little made the Insanity Hero scream. The bell over the door tinkled as he walked in, keeping his eyes peeled for danger though he'd seen the man leave.
"Ches?" He scanned the area with his quirk, thinking she might still be invisible, but found nothing.
Now he was really worried.
"Uh, I saw them both run in the back," the shaken employee hiding behind the counter told him.
Aizawa nodded his thanks and walked briskly towards the back of the store. It was a toy shop, and the back held a variety of wooden toys, puzzles, and games. Still, he couldn't find her anywhere. He activated his quirk again, sweeping low to the ground with a sick feeling in his stomach.
<i>That scream - what if she's really hurt?</i>
But then color exploded near one of the end aisles, and he froze at what he saw.
"Cheshire?!"
It looked like her, certainly - purple hair, ears, and the striped, double white-tipped tail. But she was standing in a puddle of her hero clothing, holding it up with wide, frightened eyes. It didn't fit her anymore because she appeared to be around five years old. Her ears folded backwards as she huddled in the corner with her head between her knees and her tail curled around her. She looked confused, scared, and embarrassed.
Aizawa remembered she was originally from America, and at this age she probably hadn't picked her Hero name yet. Americans used given names, so he knelt down on her level and tried to speak as softly as possible. "Elly? What's wrong?"
Her gasp of fear was very loud. The small cat child scrunched herself tighter into the wall of the shop, her purple eyes huge as she stared at the Erasure Hero. He saw her take a breath, her hands tightening into hard little fists.
"Nothing," she said in a shaky voice that was clearly anything but. "I'm fine."
"You're scared," he sighed. "It's okay. I can help, if you let me. Look - let's get you covered up first." He stood and motioned to the clerk. "She needs clothing. You carry stuff for kids, right?"
"Uh..." The man was staring, dumbfounded, at the little girl that had been thirtysomething a few minutes ago. "Yes! Some kigurumi. I'll grab one, just a sec."
"He's gonna get you something to wear." Aizawa jerked a thumb over his shoulder at the clerk. She nodded but didn't relax at all, her eyes never leaving him. "I'm ... you can call me Aizawa."
"Mr. Aizawa?"
"That'll do," he muttered under his breath, his ears burning. There were all sorts of things wrong about this.
The man rushed back and handed the scruffy hero several fuzzy pajamas. "I hope these're okay."
"They'll be fine." Aizawa's left eye twitched when he saw there were hero hoodies in the pile. He thrust them at her awkwardly. "You can dress yourself, right? Pick one. I promise I won't look."
Elly's eyes leaked tears but she shook her head. "I'll get in more trouble," she said weakly.
"Trouble? For what?" He sounded mildly surprised. "You've done nothing wrong."
"Doesn't matter," she sniffled. "I don't know how I got here an' I don't know where my parents are. They're gonna be mad... I mean, angry." She corrected herself so hastily he blinked, taken aback. Someone must have been in the habit of scolding her very harshly. For her to cringe so much at the incorrect use of a simple word was heartbreaking.
Aizawa rubbed roughly at his eyes with one large, calloused hand. "No, little one. Nothing that's happened is your fault."
"That doesn't matter, either," she said bitterly. "I don't want to bother anyone. And I should know better."
His hands balled into fists, furious at the people who had thought this was logical; that a young child learning about life <i>for the first time</i> should somehow "know better". That was for adults, not kids. She was <i>bothering</i> him? Who had told her not to seek help when she needed it?!
"It's my fault," she said again in a tiny voice.
"Well, it wasn't. And look, would I buy you something from here if you had been bad? Get dressed and you can pick out a, uh, toy. Anything. And I mean it -" He gestured around. "Even the most expensive thing here, if it's what you want."
Her ears pricked forward. "Really? Mom doesn't have a lot of money, so I have to be really, really good, and then I look at all the bargains."
"I'm not your mom," Aizawa shrugged. I have enough money. Plus, you've been a real hero and you're going to have to keep being brave."
Elly bit her lip, staring extra hard at him when he turned his back so she could get changed. Curiosity won out in the end, however, and she chose the only pajamas that were anthro adaptable with a flap in the back that meant her tail could be free. She flipped the hood back and wiggled around until she was comfortable.
"Okay."
Aizawa looked - and fought an urge to facepalm himself with a resounding smack. They were, of course, All Might themed. "Good," was all he said, though.
"I only picked this 'cause of my tail." She wrinkled her nose. "I would've liked the stripey ones -" She indicated her own brand, he noticed with amusement. "But they have a tail like mine and no hole for <i>my</i> tail." As she finished telling him, bright red and blue lights flickered outside, staining the walls near them. Elly immediately tensed up, instinctively hiding behind Aizawa's leg. "Are they here for me?" She asked in a voice near to tears.
He shook his head. "No. A villain ran from me, and I'm going to have to talk to them so they can find him."
"You're a Hero?" Her ears perked.
He smiled crookedly down at her, knowing from her tone what she was thinking. "Yes. So you know you're safe, right?"
"Ohhh. Yeah." Yet she still cringed when one large man wearing blues with a pug head walked up to them.
"All right, Eraser, what's all this about you losing track of this guy. Where's..?" He trailed off as he caught sight of Elly.
"Cheshire had a run-in with the guy." He flicked his gaze down to indicate it was indeed her.
"Holy shit," the policeman whispered, his bulging pug eyes popping out even more.
"Can you, ah... go talk with the shopkeeper first? I promised Elly here -" He stressed her name, "that she could pick something out for herself. I think she's going to need it."
"Yes. Yeah, sure."
"Wait, you really meant it?" She tugged on his tracksuit.
"I always keep my promises," he said firmly.
Elly timidly cast her eyes around the store and he ushered her about so she could look. When she chose a simple, yet sturdy mouse plush in bright, garish colors his smile grew. He could tell it was what she had wanted by the way her eyes kept straying toward it. Yet she dutifully and carefully checked all the other toys and games, especially the prices.
"That one?"
She nodded silently.
He would have paid for her clothing and toy, but the clerk shook his head. "You guys put yourselves at such a risk for us. I'm sure the owner won't mind."
And that was how Aizawa found himself in charge of another little girl that afternoon. His first thought was to get her safely into her apartment. Perhaps they could wait this out, or, at the least, until the police or another hero brought the villain in. He could easily cancel the man's quirk at that point. It was a good idea, but he was woefully unprepared as they stepped inside her home.
Elly didn't want to leave the safety of his legs, but she had to use the bathroom eventually. As she cleaned up he started to wonder if she might be hungry - it was long after lunch time -- and got up to check her fridge. He poked around, clueless as to what his poor cooking skills could manage with the more exotic foods she had.
Fresh meats? Green, leafy vegetables of a type he had no idea what they were..?
All he knew how to make was an omelet, and only if he had his pan... which was back at his place. He sighed dismally and turned to find her standing in the hallway entrance.
"I'm <i>scared</i>," she admitted so quietly he could barely hear. Her body language was stiff and she clutched the stuffed mouse tightly to her chest. He noticed she still held her chin up and refused to cry, though he could see tears beading up in the corners of her dark purple eyes.
To learn at such an early age not to show fear - he felt a terrible wrenching in his heart as he knelt in front of her. He wasn't too good with young kids. He certainly hadn't done so well comforting Eri, though he'd tried. Awkward and unsure, he had made many mistakes and spoke too logically in her presence.
But he knew one thing.
Aizawa held his arms out mutely, and she ran to him.
Being afraid for long periods of time tires a person, and she had lesser stamina now that she was young again. It was one of those strokes of fate that she slept until the police texted to alert him they'd secured the villain. It did help, of course, that he let her lay close beside him on the couch. He sighed with relief and brought up Hizashi's profile on his phone.
<b>Eraser</b>: <i>I need you to come over and watch Cheshire.</i>
<b>Mic</b>: <i>She still a kid?</i>
The campus faculty had been alerted to her change so he already knew. They had decided to stay away so as not to frighten her more unless absolutely necessary.
<b>Eraser</b>: <i>Hopefully not for long.</i> He slipped his phone back into one of his tracksuit's pockets and looked down into a pair of sleepy eyes.
"What's going on?"
Aizawa noticed grimly that through everything that happened, she never once <i>asked</i> for her parents. She said they would be angry, and that she needed to get back to them, but not that she wanted to. And yet, she seemed reluctant to leave his side. Even now she sensed he was going somewhere and she clutched at his tattered sleeve in desperation.
"I have to go out for awhile." A flurry of knocks at the door told him her new babysitter was here, and he raised his voice. "It's open, Zashi."
"You're leaving me?"
"Hey, hey there! I heard someone needed to have some fun!"
"Hizashi will watch you." Aizawa pointed at the loud man standing to one side of the doorway.
He flashed her a winning grin and gave her a thumbs-up. "Yep. I gotta lot of stuff planned, too."
"I want to go with you."
Hizashi squawked indignantly in the background. "Hey, what'm I, chopped liver over here?"
"If everything goes well, you won't be as scared." She followed him as he walked to the door.
She stared up at him dubiously. "I won't?"
He nodded as he was pulling his boots on. "I promise."
She held on tight to the stuffed mouse, looking first down at it and then him. "Well... okay, but you better come right back."
He smiled. "I will."
Aizawa left her to head to the police station as fast as he could. When he got there he was taken to a room where the villain sat angrily staring at the wall ahead of him. The cop that led him over glanced at him, a question in her eyes. Aizawa nodded, confirming this was the man. His eyes flashed red, his hair rising up as he used his quirk.
"Will that help Cheshire?" She sounded genuinely concerned; the cat woman had the good fortune to have made quite a few friends on the force. It might have helped that one cousin and her late grandfather had been in the same employ back in America.
"If it can be erased at the source, it's done. Otherwise, we'll have to wait for it to wear off." He took his phone out and saw he had a text from Yamada back on campus.
<b>Mic</b>: <i>It worked! She's her normal age again</i>
He smiled tiredly and was about to put it away when it buzzed in his hand. The next message was all in caps and he could almost hear the loud man screaming as he panicked.
<b>Mic</b>: <i>PLEASE COME BACK I DON'T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE A HYSTERICALLY CRYING CAT LADY</i>
A pause, then:
<b>Mic</b>: <i>She scratches!!!</i>
Aizawa chuckled under his breath as he left the police station.
Hizashi was waiting for him at the entrance to the teacher's apartment complex. He waved and fell in step with him as he walked up to her rooms.
"I left 'cause I was freakin' her out worse. But she's there. The whole complex came running when she started screaming - she only just stopped." They stopped at her apartment.
"I suppose it's disorienting," Aizawa ventured. "Imagine being young all over again, your brain as well as your body. She's probably embarrassed as well." He knocked and, after he announced himself, they heard faint scuffling sounds from behind the door.
"Be right there," she called out.
His friend snorted, unconvinced. "I dunno, she was <i>way</i> too upset. You better watch your back."
"She won't hurt me, Hizashi." The dark-haired man looked more tired than ever. "I'm one-hundred percent certain of that." He turned the knob when she unlocked it and walked in.
"That's not exactly what I meant," he murmured, raising his eyebrows before shrugging and heading back out. Aizawa would figure it out ...eventually.
The first thing Elly did was both thank him and apologize. As he was pulling his boots off once more, she bowed herself nearly in half to show how sorry she was.
"Aizawa, I know what a handful I was. I can't apologize enough."
He rubbed at his left eye, frowning at her as he straightened. "You were fine, Ches. It's not a problem."
She bit her lip as her gaze fell on the stuffed mouse sitting on her coffee table and sat before her trembling legs betrayed her. "You were so kind, I just..." She wrapped her arms around herself as she started to shake. "You <i>held</i> me. No one's done that in such a very, very long time."
Aizawa sat down beside her on the couch, glad that his long hair hid his blushing ears. "S'fine," he mumbled. "In fact, if you require more comfort -" He made a weak sort of gesture with one arm that was almost a shrug, barely an offering.
But she leapt at the chance.
Elly sobbed and threw herself into his arms. His bloodshot eyes widened at the feel of her pressed tightly against him. This was very different from when she had been transformed. Her body was back to its natural state, soft in all the right places and warm.
Her voice cracked as she held him tight. "You did more for me... Shota, oh, Shota. You cared for me more than my family ever did. I felt <i>loved</i>. I'm sorry, I know it was because I was a child. I reverted and for a second I thought, 'I've lost him' - I just..."
He took a deep breath. "That's why you reacted the way Hizashi said you did."
Elly sighed. "I'm afraid I treated him badly," she admitted. "All I could think of was that you wouldn't see me the same after caring for me as a child. I had a panic attack."
"I still..." He paused, swallowed hard. Thought for a solid minute while he stared at her furry ears twitching nervously about. "You're an incredibly intelligent, strong woman. It would be foolish for me to change my opinion of you after the last few hours. If anything," he added, coughing lightly with embarrassment but forging on anyway, "I've learned so much that I, ah, feel more."
Elly looked shyly up at him. "You can separate the child image from the adult, and you're okay knowing I have mental problems?"
"You're not less because of anything that makes you who you are."
"You <i>understand</i>!" She thrust her hands deeply into his dark hair and pressed her mouth to his in a sudden, passionate kiss.
Aizawa gasped in shock. Her body was warm and pliant against him, her lips soft. He shuddered pleasantly, his weary eyes slipping shut, and wrapped his arms around her waist, caressing her curves with trembling hands.
Things progressed even more rapidly when he kissed her back. Once she was certain, she moved so quickly his head began spinning. Elly was all over him in a way he had thought only happened in fantasies. His tracksuit was unfastened and tugged off, her tongue tracing his skin and scars along the way down his body until she reached his underwear. Her hands pet his expanse of body hair, following the dark curls and sparser trail that led to his underwear. She peeled the boxer briefs off and exclaimed softly at his erection when it sprang free towards her.
Aizawa's breathing rasped in and out between parted, swollen lips. He struggled to maintain his sanity while her soft, slick tongue swirled over the exposed head of his member. He hadn't realized how long it had been or how desperate he was for a release he hadn't coaxed out of his body himself.
He hoped he could give back as good as he was getting.
And then all thought flew out of his mind except wild, irrational pleasure as she squeezed gently at the base and kissed a slow, tight line from her curled hand to the tip.
Honestly, it was the kisses that did him in.
Aizawa Shota was, at heart, a kind man with just as much of a need to feel loved and wanted as any human. He masked that side of himself in public to save his tough guy image, but those that knew him understood he was, as old Chiyo often mentioned, a "softie". It was a common misconception that he was as stoic in nature as he appeared on the outside, and due to this, his previous partners had never assumed he liked affectionate displays. Having never been the object of someone's absolute adoration, he didn't receive many kisses. The wholesome love behind the sensation overwhelmed him.
"Ches," he gasped, his fingers spasming in her short hair as he tried his best to warn her without pulling, "Ches, I'm <i>so close</i>..."
She hummed softly and slipped his twitching penis out from between her lips. "Do you want to finish like this, then?"
Aizawa struggled for a moment, then shook his head. "No. I want to make love to you." He paused, then asked hesitantly, "Would you like that? I'm not that, ah, experienced, but -"
Elly gazed up at him, her heart in her eyes. "I would like that very much," she whispered.
"I also want a serious relationship."
"Are you confessing to me, then?" Her ears swiveled forward to face him.
Aizawa's own ears were red, as well as a cute dusting of pink across his cheeks. "I thought I just... yes. I like you. Love you."
"Oh, <i>Shota</i>." She choked slightly, pressing her face against one of his thighs to hide.
"Here, don't hide," he murmured awkwardly. "Up."
He carried her into her bedroom and without turning on the lights set her down on the bed. Elly settled back, resting her head on the pillows and holding her arms out mutely for him to join her. She saw him pause, his eyes widen in the dark, before he crawled over carefully on top of her.
"I - is this okay?"
"Yes. Very okay."
"I never thought you could be mine." He sounded awed, perhaps a bit baffled as well. "I - well, I don't own you. I know. But that you would give yourself like this..." His voice cracked as he sank into her arms.
"Same here," she sighed. "I thought I'd just love you until, I don't know... I fell out of it? I can't really imagine not loving you. That was the part that always threw me at night." Elly sniffled sadly, her eyes darting to the side.
"You -" He caught his breath. "Oh, little one. Did you <i>cry</i> over me?"
Her body shook and he wrapped his arms so tightly around her that she gasped. When she steeled herself enough to look his expression was stricken. "Sh - Shota?"
"You pined ...for <i>me</i>." His voice was gravely and rough. It was only when she felt his chest hitching that she knew why; he was crying. Hot, wet drops fell on her neck and she stared at them in amazement.
"Hey, hey, you're gonna make me start." She ducked under his canopy of dark hair and pressed her lips to his cheek - light, fluttery kisses brushing the tears from his flushed skin.
Aizawa returned them with a fervor that took her breath away. He took the lead now, plunging ahead, his hands grasping her curves while he kissed her senseless. "Take this off," he gasped, "take it all off. Take it off me... I can't wait. I've waited too damn long to love you properly."
"Oh god, yes. Your hands are so strong."
He squirmed at the praise, tossing clothing aside with abandon as they hurriedly removed everything between them. "Yours are as well. But they're soft, too." He lifted her hand and placed a kiss on the wrist that seemed to burn there. "So soft. And smaller."
"I want you so, so much."
"Me too," he murmured. "I'm so excited right now," he admitted with a rueful grin. "I may not, ah, last long."
"Then," she sighed, tugging his hand to set it between her legs. "Get me <i>close</i>, Sho."
"I can do that," he said confidently. "I want to do that. Make you <i>mine</i> - heart, soul and body." The breath whistled out of her and he grinned devilishly down. "What's with that surprised look? I've already got two out of three ..." Aizawa leaned close, parting her lips with his tongue so he could breathe into her mouth. "...don't I, <i>kitten</i>?"
"Oh, <i>Shota</i>, yes."
He stroked carefully, finding the places she liked the best and repeating everything that got him the best moans and sighs. It wasn't long before she was twitching, bucking into his touch and wanting more.
"You're so wet, sweetheart. Are you close now? Do you want me now?"
"Yes! Yes, please!"
He whipped his hand back, set himself and thrust all in one motion. Her sensitive folds were a jumble of plump nerves, excited and nearly there from all the teasing. When he entered her she cried out in sweet release, shaking and clinging to him.
"Sh - Shota!"
"Hang on," he panted. "I'm going to make you squirm on my cock."
She squeaked, writhing as he started to move. The extra lubricant from her orgasm helped speed things up and he was soon groaning, holding her hips and plunging inside her again and again.
"Wait, Sho baby, it's too much!" The overstimulation had her jerking and biting her lip. "Oh god!"
"Want me to stop?" His breath was hot on her neck as he growled lowly. He rubbed his stubbled cheek on hers and this catlike gesture inflamed her.
"Nnnn!" She took a deep breath and tried again. "No! Want you to come inside me!"
He howled like an animal, his hair afloat. "Yes! Who's <i>my</i> kitty?"
Her answering miaow threw him into a mind-numbing orgasm. He pressed himself to her tightly, head thrown back and throat working convulsively. After a few seconds he hiccupped and swore under his breath. "That's... that's a lot. Shit, that's so much. It's spilling out of you."
She winced, nodding, but with a smile. "I - I think I'm going to need a shower."
"Hnf. Me too." He grimaced at the feeling of the sheen of sweat slicked all over his body. "Then I can help you change the sheets before we nap." More fluid, mostly his, leaked out when he pulled back and he tried to minimize the mess by tugging at the sheets to form a dam.
Elly caressed his cheek fondly. "You say that like it's a given, the nap."
He raised an eyebrow. "We both require rest after such a day, let alone that strenuous activity."
"You're adorable."
He sighed, a tiny smile touching his lips. "I'll allow that, because it's just us. And, because it's leverage for that nap. I promise to give you lots of cuddles." Aizawa laughed when her ears perked eagerly. "See? I know you well enough already. The perfect boyfriend."
"And <i>I</i> won't argue that."
Thursday, June 25, 2020
Night at the beach
Present Mic hauled his jacket through the thick dune grass and up onto the beach. Bottles clanked from inside the makeshift bag, filled to the brim with water taken from a nearby fresh stream. His bare shoulders flexed impressively, though he wasn't straining with the weight.
"Hey, I come bearing gifts!" The soda bottles clinked again and again as he moved quicker toward their campsite. Elly's ears perked up, and she smiled warmly at the tall man as he set his prizes carefully into the sand close to the rocks around the fire she'd built.
"The rocks will heat it. It just has to boil, then we'll have drinking water."
"Thank god there was a stream inland."
"Yeah," she murmured. "Fresh water is the hardest thing to come by in these cases."
He slipped his jacket back on, cooler now that he wasn't moving and back at the strand where the wind was whipping close to the churning water. "Shouldn't we move inland too?" He looked around, his brow drawing together nervously. "There's no windbreaks, babe - it's gonna get colder an' colder as the night wears on."
She shrugged. "If we don't stay close to the water, we won't see if a ship comes by. The fire is large, it will help."
Mic sighed and took off his jacket once more. "Here," he murmured, settling it around her shoulders. "You're cold. I know leather isn't a great insulator, but it'll help."
Elly squinted at him in the darkness. "Mic, if you give this to me, then <i>you'll</i> be cold."
He shrugged. "Hey, you know how energetic I am. I'll just, uhh... run around."
"Oh, no. You're only wearing a tank top underneath. Plus, you know sweating in the cold makes you colder." She shook her head, ears flattening with annoyance. "Keep it."
"But -"
"Put your left arm in, then come sit with me."
He shrugged and did as she asked, scooting close on the log by the fire. Elly lifted the other half of the jacket and slipped it around herself, pressing close to his warmth. Mic's eyes shone brightly as he wrapped his free arm around her shivering body.
"This is, uh, much better."
"Yeah." She stared into the flickering light of the fire.
"We've got water now, but don't have any food." He stared around hopelessly at their meager supplies, mostly consisting of their neck gear and a useless wallet and purse. "I'm sorry I'm not more outdoorsy."
Elly shrugged. "Don't apologize! I like you just as you are. Besides, we're fine. Once I warm up, I'll catch a fish or two."
"You can do that?!"
She nodded. "I was raised close to the water. And if there's no chance of fish there's clams by the beach. All you have to do is look for bubbles when the tide goes in."
Mic stared at her until she squirmed around and met his gaze.
"Uh... M - Mic? You okay?"
"Yer <i>amazing</i>," he breathed reverently.
Elly's face blushed hot and she squinted at him, trying to determine if she were being made fun of. When she was certain his wide, green eyes were free of mischief - at least for now -- she relaxed a little.
"It's nothing special," she said quietly.
"Yeah it is," he disagreed, shaking his head so wildly the massive, blond plume of hair behind him rustled. "I can't do anything like that! An' you knew to burn that plant, too - so the bugs weren't as bad."
"Well... I grew up near the beach. And I don't like bugs, either."
"But yer not a wuss like I am around them." He groaned. "I just can't stand any creepy-crawlies!"
Elly giggled at his tone. "I know, and I don't think it makes you a wuss, Mic. Honestly."
"Oh." His grin grew until he was beaming. "Thanks, babe."
"We may be here awhile," she said calmly. "Not forever, thanks to your quirk, though. But at least a day or so."
"Yeah, it's good sometimes."
She snorted and reached behind him to lightly touch the strands of blond hair that were falling loose down his neck. "No, Mic, I really like your quirk. It's powerful and versatile."
He blinked down at her stupidly. "Mwha?"
"I said, I like your Voice. I guess a lot of people don't like their own quirks though."
"You ...like my Voice?" He sounded absolutely baffled as he stared up at the beginnings of starlight twinkling in the sky. "No one's <i>ever</i> said that to me before. I mean, I hated it as a kid. That's why I learned ASL, 'cause it took forever to learn how to speak without hurting anybody... hell, everybody."
"Hmm." Her fingers brushed the nape of his neck and he leaned into the touch. "There's a lot of things we don't know about each other, I guess."
"We should keep talkin' then, huh?"
"Good idea." She yawned and nestled against him. "Do you have any piercings? Tattoos? Some of the other teachers think you do."
Mic snickered, his eyes slipping shut as she stroked his hair down, combing her fingers through the thick mat of gold. The heat of the sun and salt spray had loosened the hair product's grip on it, and it was surprisingly silky. "And what do <i>you</i> think..?"
"I think they can be idiots."
"Hmm." He shook his head, the hair finally free and floating down, guided by her touches. "Why is that? Here, babe." He reached into an inside pocket and handed her a hair tie.
"Well... it doesn't fit you. I mean, you wear all the leather and spikes and shit, but you're a really sweet guy." She blinked and then backtracked a little in embarrassment, stammering that tattoos or piercings didn't mean someone wasn't nice or kind.
Mic squinted at her in the glow from the fire. Her furry cat's ears were askew and purple hair windblown from the constant breeze off the ocean. It might have been the flickering light or the breeze, but he could see the hint of a blush on her cheeks.
<i>Plus, yanno, she just played with my hair. Played. With my. Hair!</i>
The fire played off his reflective orange lenses as he ducked his head to stare earnestly at the Insanity Hero.
"You really think I'm sweet? Not annoying?"
Elly took his hand in hers and squeezed it lightly. "Why would I think you're annoying?"
"Well..." He took a deep breath. "I talk a lot, an' I'm really spastic all the time. I kinda go overboard and I can't keep still."
"So you're enthusiastic and like to keep busy." She shrugged, smiling at him. "I happen to love you - <i>your</i> optimism."
His fingers curled out from around hers. The leather of the gloves he wore were very soft and so were his fingertips as he slowly, shyly traced patterns on the back of her hand. "Really?"
<i>You love me, huh?</i>
<i>Oh please don't let him have caught that!</i>
"Yes." She concentrated on taking even breaths but got distracted when he shifted beside her, bending to place his chin on her shoulder.
"So, uh. How d'ya feel about impulsiveness?" His voice hummed close to one of her ears. The vibration was careful and deliberate, an interesting use of his quirk that confirmed his power over her was absolute. The proper words spoken <i>just</i> right, and she would do anything for this man.
"They say 'spontaneity is the spice of life'," she murmured, trying to keep her breathing even. Her entire body was quivering with hopeful anticipation.
Mic puffed air onto her neck in a light chuckle. He kissed her on the cheek very deliberately, holding his lips on her skin. She closed her eyes and shivered, the corners of her own mouth turning up in a grin when she felt him smile through the kiss.
"Yeah?" He breathed softly, a question and not an affirmation, and she knew what he meant. She turned her head to face him and their lips met this time, slowly parting with their tongues meeting in a gentle tangle that grew until they were panting into each other's mouths. He was a good kisser, not too forceful or wet, the points of his mustache soft and distracting in the best kind of way.
The jacket slid off her shoulder and he pulled it back, covering her and giving them a cozy bit of privacy - though there was no one else around.
Mic's hands caressed her arms, then moved inward, cupping her breasts through her bodysuit.
"Yes!"
"Yes?" He squeezed carefully, his thumbs rubbing the hardened nubs. "I can touch you here?"
"<i>Yes</i>."
"So soft," he hummed. He drew his fingertips together and apart slowly, watching her squirm. "Except your nipples. Does it feel that good?"
"M - Mic... Yamada..."
"I think I'd like it if you called me Hizashi," he whispered into her panting mouth. "If you want to." Elly blushed and closed her eyes when he slid his tongue along her bottom lip. "Nmm? You wanna... be my baby?" His gorgeous voice grew deep and serious, the vibrations from his quirk running through her skin as he kissed her.
"H - Hizashi," she groaned.
"Yer a cat anthro, yeah?" She ignored the rhetorical question but he went on anyway, his tone cutting through her hazy fog of pleasure. "Give me your neck."
She rolled her head back, immediately exposing it for him.
"Ugh, so sexy." He shuddered. "I wanna hear you sing my name into the night sky. Loud. Desperate." Hizashi trailed low, grazing on her neck and planting tiny kisses around the throbbing pulse he found there. "Ecstatic," he whispered, sucking a mark into the pale flesh.
"Zashi! God - oh god, everyone will see!"
"Yeahhhh, they will. Good." He worried the skin harder and she held him tight, her fingers digging into the thin tank he wore under the jacket. "Do me, next. That way we really can't hide that we're together. Present Mic an' Cheshire taken out of the dating circuit, aww. Too bad." He whined when he felt her sharp canines pressing on his flesh. She was enthusiastic, worked up and desperate to get a good taste of him.
"Oh... o - oh-h-h-h, fuck," he hissed as she bit and licked. "Yeah. Yeah, mark me <i>up</i>."
"You smell so good." Elly kissed the blood-stained skin and ran her hands up over his tank top. "You liked that a lot, don't you. I know I did when you did it to me."
"Yes..." His glorious green-gold eyes were dreamy as she carefully removed his shades. "Hmm. Wanna look into my eyes, Ches?"
"They're <i>beautiful</i>. You're so handsome it hurts my heart, but especially your eyes, Zashi - such a pretty color, and those spirals, I -" Her breathing grew erratic as she stared deeply into them. For a moment they simply sat there in a tangled embrace, hearts beating wildly and eyes locked. Then she actually purred, melting into his arms and nuzzling his nose with hers. "They burn into my very soul."
He choked, the overwhelming praise clouding his mind. The lines in his eyes thinned, then drew together as they blew wide with passion. Pebbles bounced on the wet sands several feet away, the air around them humming with his quirk when he groaned. "<i>I love you</i>." He paused, then for once, used her given name though they had agreed long ago it was okay for everyone to use her Hero one. "Elly."
Her cry was fierce. "I love you, Hizashi Yamada!"
"I want you," he blurted out between kissing her. "So bad. I want you completely. We're all alone here, it's beautiful, <i>you're</i> beautiful, and - and I want you. Do you want to give yourself to me? Do you love me that mu - mnn! Mnnnn! Aaaah!"
Her hand went directly to where he'd wanted it to go, cupping the bulge in his pants and squeezing gently. Elly toyed with him for a minute, enjoying his whiny, needy cries. Then she unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped the tight leather pants, tugging to indicate she needed his help. Hizashi peeled the leather down enough to release his erect member from its cotton confinement.
"My bodysuit..."
"We won't hafta take it all off, right? What if I slip in like this, hmmm?"
"H - Hih - Hiz -!"
"Ahh, sweet baby girl," he groaned. "<i>There</i> you are."
"Oh, Zashi."
"Ches, you feel perfect. It's - it's been so long."
"Make love to me," she begged quietly.
"Loving you is easy," he murmured as he rolled his hips. She gasped, and he smiled. "Pleasing you will take a little more work."
But only a little.
Hizashi was thrilled at how she responded to him, how they moved so fluidly together in the act. He wasn't too shocked when her cries grew frantic very quickly. The pressure in his lower belly felt likely to crush him with its weight, the need to release so dire he dug furrows in the sand with his fingers as he bucked forward and back.
"It's so sweet, so good," she whimpered. "Kiss me."
He obliged and their kissing became sloppy and wet as their passion sparked higher and higher.
"Ohhh <i>baby</i>, put my headphones on, quick!" Hizashi paused, his body straining with effort while she snapped them over her ears. "I'm'a let loose out an' in," he moaned. "Brace yourself!"
"Do it," she hissed eagerly.
"Ches, baby, oh f - fff... baby, yeah. <i>Yeahhhh</i>." His thrusts grew wild and panicky, his eyes squeezed tight and full lips parted. "<b>Yeah</b>!"
"Ohmigod, yes!" Seeing he was so close to complete and total release caused her pleasure to spill over the edge. She shook all around him, her nails digging into his back for purchase and her tail swiping patterns in the sand.
And Hizashi <i>let go</i>.
For the first time in his life since he was a baby, his Voice broke free, throat and diaphragm working as he flung his head back to scream into the night.
Birds on the other side of the island flew up in clouds, startled, and not a few night creatures were stunned, plummeting to the sand around them. Elly herself fell back in a semi-faint, though she was mostly protected by the noise-canceling headphones and his choice to aim up.
When she came to he was breathing roughly, his hair half out of the loose ponytail she'd pulled it into earlier and his neck all the way up to his ears red and sweaty.
He grinned at her. "So, how was that? Spicy enough for ya?"
"Oh, my," she gasped, gawking over his shoulder at the water behind them.
"I guess that's a yes." He smirked.
"Zashi, ship!"
"No shit?! Hey! <i>Over here</i>!" The gang plank was already being hauled out, it being a decent sized vessel. Several figures stepped out onto the beach and started to run towards them.
"Zashi, <i>clothes</i>!"
His head snapped around, eyes widening as he saw there was no way he could manage to pull out and be clean, safe and keep their dignity. "Uh oh. Just ...uh, here." He spread his arms out, covering her as best as he could. "Sorry, guys," he drawled when the crew got closer. "Give us a sec, okay?"
Once they were on board ship, they went directly to the captain to thank him in person. He knew who they were, which made introductions easier, and informed them when they could be dropped off at the nearest harbor.
Hizashi drew Elly close to his side, smiling happily, but there was puzzlement on his features. "Say hey, I don't wanna sound ungrateful, but how'd you know we were there?"
"We heard, ah." The captain cleared his throat. "We heard you, Mic. We know the island is uninhabited, and you sounded like you were in a fair amount of distress, so we wanted to check."
Hizashi's face scrunched up, his nose wrinkling. "<i>Distress?</i>"
Elly tried to bite back her laughter at his face and couldn't quite manage it.
"Ugh. Did I really sound..?"
"We'll talk later."
"Oh, you bet we will." He winked at her.
"Hey, I come bearing gifts!" The soda bottles clinked again and again as he moved quicker toward their campsite. Elly's ears perked up, and she smiled warmly at the tall man as he set his prizes carefully into the sand close to the rocks around the fire she'd built.
"The rocks will heat it. It just has to boil, then we'll have drinking water."
"Thank god there was a stream inland."
"Yeah," she murmured. "Fresh water is the hardest thing to come by in these cases."
He slipped his jacket back on, cooler now that he wasn't moving and back at the strand where the wind was whipping close to the churning water. "Shouldn't we move inland too?" He looked around, his brow drawing together nervously. "There's no windbreaks, babe - it's gonna get colder an' colder as the night wears on."
She shrugged. "If we don't stay close to the water, we won't see if a ship comes by. The fire is large, it will help."
Mic sighed and took off his jacket once more. "Here," he murmured, settling it around her shoulders. "You're cold. I know leather isn't a great insulator, but it'll help."
Elly squinted at him in the darkness. "Mic, if you give this to me, then <i>you'll</i> be cold."
He shrugged. "Hey, you know how energetic I am. I'll just, uhh... run around."
"Oh, no. You're only wearing a tank top underneath. Plus, you know sweating in the cold makes you colder." She shook her head, ears flattening with annoyance. "Keep it."
"But -"
"Put your left arm in, then come sit with me."
He shrugged and did as she asked, scooting close on the log by the fire. Elly lifted the other half of the jacket and slipped it around herself, pressing close to his warmth. Mic's eyes shone brightly as he wrapped his free arm around her shivering body.
"This is, uh, much better."
"Yeah." She stared into the flickering light of the fire.
"We've got water now, but don't have any food." He stared around hopelessly at their meager supplies, mostly consisting of their neck gear and a useless wallet and purse. "I'm sorry I'm not more outdoorsy."
Elly shrugged. "Don't apologize! I like you just as you are. Besides, we're fine. Once I warm up, I'll catch a fish or two."
"You can do that?!"
She nodded. "I was raised close to the water. And if there's no chance of fish there's clams by the beach. All you have to do is look for bubbles when the tide goes in."
Mic stared at her until she squirmed around and met his gaze.
"Uh... M - Mic? You okay?"
"Yer <i>amazing</i>," he breathed reverently.
Elly's face blushed hot and she squinted at him, trying to determine if she were being made fun of. When she was certain his wide, green eyes were free of mischief - at least for now -- she relaxed a little.
"It's nothing special," she said quietly.
"Yeah it is," he disagreed, shaking his head so wildly the massive, blond plume of hair behind him rustled. "I can't do anything like that! An' you knew to burn that plant, too - so the bugs weren't as bad."
"Well... I grew up near the beach. And I don't like bugs, either."
"But yer not a wuss like I am around them." He groaned. "I just can't stand any creepy-crawlies!"
Elly giggled at his tone. "I know, and I don't think it makes you a wuss, Mic. Honestly."
"Oh." His grin grew until he was beaming. "Thanks, babe."
"We may be here awhile," she said calmly. "Not forever, thanks to your quirk, though. But at least a day or so."
"Yeah, it's good sometimes."
She snorted and reached behind him to lightly touch the strands of blond hair that were falling loose down his neck. "No, Mic, I really like your quirk. It's powerful and versatile."
He blinked down at her stupidly. "Mwha?"
"I said, I like your Voice. I guess a lot of people don't like their own quirks though."
"You ...like my Voice?" He sounded absolutely baffled as he stared up at the beginnings of starlight twinkling in the sky. "No one's <i>ever</i> said that to me before. I mean, I hated it as a kid. That's why I learned ASL, 'cause it took forever to learn how to speak without hurting anybody... hell, everybody."
"Hmm." Her fingers brushed the nape of his neck and he leaned into the touch. "There's a lot of things we don't know about each other, I guess."
"We should keep talkin' then, huh?"
"Good idea." She yawned and nestled against him. "Do you have any piercings? Tattoos? Some of the other teachers think you do."
Mic snickered, his eyes slipping shut as she stroked his hair down, combing her fingers through the thick mat of gold. The heat of the sun and salt spray had loosened the hair product's grip on it, and it was surprisingly silky. "And what do <i>you</i> think..?"
"I think they can be idiots."
"Hmm." He shook his head, the hair finally free and floating down, guided by her touches. "Why is that? Here, babe." He reached into an inside pocket and handed her a hair tie.
"Well... it doesn't fit you. I mean, you wear all the leather and spikes and shit, but you're a really sweet guy." She blinked and then backtracked a little in embarrassment, stammering that tattoos or piercings didn't mean someone wasn't nice or kind.
Mic squinted at her in the glow from the fire. Her furry cat's ears were askew and purple hair windblown from the constant breeze off the ocean. It might have been the flickering light or the breeze, but he could see the hint of a blush on her cheeks.
<i>Plus, yanno, she just played with my hair. Played. With my. Hair!</i>
The fire played off his reflective orange lenses as he ducked his head to stare earnestly at the Insanity Hero.
"You really think I'm sweet? Not annoying?"
Elly took his hand in hers and squeezed it lightly. "Why would I think you're annoying?"
"Well..." He took a deep breath. "I talk a lot, an' I'm really spastic all the time. I kinda go overboard and I can't keep still."
"So you're enthusiastic and like to keep busy." She shrugged, smiling at him. "I happen to love you - <i>your</i> optimism."
His fingers curled out from around hers. The leather of the gloves he wore were very soft and so were his fingertips as he slowly, shyly traced patterns on the back of her hand. "Really?"
<i>You love me, huh?</i>
<i>Oh please don't let him have caught that!</i>
"Yes." She concentrated on taking even breaths but got distracted when he shifted beside her, bending to place his chin on her shoulder.
"So, uh. How d'ya feel about impulsiveness?" His voice hummed close to one of her ears. The vibration was careful and deliberate, an interesting use of his quirk that confirmed his power over her was absolute. The proper words spoken <i>just</i> right, and she would do anything for this man.
"They say 'spontaneity is the spice of life'," she murmured, trying to keep her breathing even. Her entire body was quivering with hopeful anticipation.
Mic puffed air onto her neck in a light chuckle. He kissed her on the cheek very deliberately, holding his lips on her skin. She closed her eyes and shivered, the corners of her own mouth turning up in a grin when she felt him smile through the kiss.
"Yeah?" He breathed softly, a question and not an affirmation, and she knew what he meant. She turned her head to face him and their lips met this time, slowly parting with their tongues meeting in a gentle tangle that grew until they were panting into each other's mouths. He was a good kisser, not too forceful or wet, the points of his mustache soft and distracting in the best kind of way.
The jacket slid off her shoulder and he pulled it back, covering her and giving them a cozy bit of privacy - though there was no one else around.
Mic's hands caressed her arms, then moved inward, cupping her breasts through her bodysuit.
"Yes!"
"Yes?" He squeezed carefully, his thumbs rubbing the hardened nubs. "I can touch you here?"
"<i>Yes</i>."
"So soft," he hummed. He drew his fingertips together and apart slowly, watching her squirm. "Except your nipples. Does it feel that good?"
"M - Mic... Yamada..."
"I think I'd like it if you called me Hizashi," he whispered into her panting mouth. "If you want to." Elly blushed and closed her eyes when he slid his tongue along her bottom lip. "Nmm? You wanna... be my baby?" His gorgeous voice grew deep and serious, the vibrations from his quirk running through her skin as he kissed her.
"H - Hizashi," she groaned.
"Yer a cat anthro, yeah?" She ignored the rhetorical question but he went on anyway, his tone cutting through her hazy fog of pleasure. "Give me your neck."
She rolled her head back, immediately exposing it for him.
"Ugh, so sexy." He shuddered. "I wanna hear you sing my name into the night sky. Loud. Desperate." Hizashi trailed low, grazing on her neck and planting tiny kisses around the throbbing pulse he found there. "Ecstatic," he whispered, sucking a mark into the pale flesh.
"Zashi! God - oh god, everyone will see!"
"Yeahhhh, they will. Good." He worried the skin harder and she held him tight, her fingers digging into the thin tank he wore under the jacket. "Do me, next. That way we really can't hide that we're together. Present Mic an' Cheshire taken out of the dating circuit, aww. Too bad." He whined when he felt her sharp canines pressing on his flesh. She was enthusiastic, worked up and desperate to get a good taste of him.
"Oh... o - oh-h-h-h, fuck," he hissed as she bit and licked. "Yeah. Yeah, mark me <i>up</i>."
"You smell so good." Elly kissed the blood-stained skin and ran her hands up over his tank top. "You liked that a lot, don't you. I know I did when you did it to me."
"Yes..." His glorious green-gold eyes were dreamy as she carefully removed his shades. "Hmm. Wanna look into my eyes, Ches?"
"They're <i>beautiful</i>. You're so handsome it hurts my heart, but especially your eyes, Zashi - such a pretty color, and those spirals, I -" Her breathing grew erratic as she stared deeply into them. For a moment they simply sat there in a tangled embrace, hearts beating wildly and eyes locked. Then she actually purred, melting into his arms and nuzzling his nose with hers. "They burn into my very soul."
He choked, the overwhelming praise clouding his mind. The lines in his eyes thinned, then drew together as they blew wide with passion. Pebbles bounced on the wet sands several feet away, the air around them humming with his quirk when he groaned. "<i>I love you</i>." He paused, then for once, used her given name though they had agreed long ago it was okay for everyone to use her Hero one. "Elly."
Her cry was fierce. "I love you, Hizashi Yamada!"
"I want you," he blurted out between kissing her. "So bad. I want you completely. We're all alone here, it's beautiful, <i>you're</i> beautiful, and - and I want you. Do you want to give yourself to me? Do you love me that mu - mnn! Mnnnn! Aaaah!"
Her hand went directly to where he'd wanted it to go, cupping the bulge in his pants and squeezing gently. Elly toyed with him for a minute, enjoying his whiny, needy cries. Then she unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped the tight leather pants, tugging to indicate she needed his help. Hizashi peeled the leather down enough to release his erect member from its cotton confinement.
"My bodysuit..."
"We won't hafta take it all off, right? What if I slip in like this, hmmm?"
"H - Hih - Hiz -!"
"Ahh, sweet baby girl," he groaned. "<i>There</i> you are."
"Oh, Zashi."
"Ches, you feel perfect. It's - it's been so long."
"Make love to me," she begged quietly.
"Loving you is easy," he murmured as he rolled his hips. She gasped, and he smiled. "Pleasing you will take a little more work."
But only a little.
Hizashi was thrilled at how she responded to him, how they moved so fluidly together in the act. He wasn't too shocked when her cries grew frantic very quickly. The pressure in his lower belly felt likely to crush him with its weight, the need to release so dire he dug furrows in the sand with his fingers as he bucked forward and back.
"It's so sweet, so good," she whimpered. "Kiss me."
He obliged and their kissing became sloppy and wet as their passion sparked higher and higher.
"Ohhh <i>baby</i>, put my headphones on, quick!" Hizashi paused, his body straining with effort while she snapped them over her ears. "I'm'a let loose out an' in," he moaned. "Brace yourself!"
"Do it," she hissed eagerly.
"Ches, baby, oh f - fff... baby, yeah. <i>Yeahhhh</i>." His thrusts grew wild and panicky, his eyes squeezed tight and full lips parted. "<b>Yeah</b>!"
"Ohmigod, yes!" Seeing he was so close to complete and total release caused her pleasure to spill over the edge. She shook all around him, her nails digging into his back for purchase and her tail swiping patterns in the sand.
And Hizashi <i>let go</i>.
For the first time in his life since he was a baby, his Voice broke free, throat and diaphragm working as he flung his head back to scream into the night.
Birds on the other side of the island flew up in clouds, startled, and not a few night creatures were stunned, plummeting to the sand around them. Elly herself fell back in a semi-faint, though she was mostly protected by the noise-canceling headphones and his choice to aim up.
When she came to he was breathing roughly, his hair half out of the loose ponytail she'd pulled it into earlier and his neck all the way up to his ears red and sweaty.
He grinned at her. "So, how was that? Spicy enough for ya?"
"Oh, my," she gasped, gawking over his shoulder at the water behind them.
"I guess that's a yes." He smirked.
"Zashi, ship!"
"No shit?! Hey! <i>Over here</i>!" The gang plank was already being hauled out, it being a decent sized vessel. Several figures stepped out onto the beach and started to run towards them.
"Zashi, <i>clothes</i>!"
His head snapped around, eyes widening as he saw there was no way he could manage to pull out and be clean, safe and keep their dignity. "Uh oh. Just ...uh, here." He spread his arms out, covering her as best as he could. "Sorry, guys," he drawled when the crew got closer. "Give us a sec, okay?"
Once they were on board ship, they went directly to the captain to thank him in person. He knew who they were, which made introductions easier, and informed them when they could be dropped off at the nearest harbor.
Hizashi drew Elly close to his side, smiling happily, but there was puzzlement on his features. "Say hey, I don't wanna sound ungrateful, but how'd you know we were there?"
"We heard, ah." The captain cleared his throat. "We heard you, Mic. We know the island is uninhabited, and you sounded like you were in a fair amount of distress, so we wanted to check."
Hizashi's face scrunched up, his nose wrinkling. "<i>Distress?</i>"
Elly tried to bite back her laughter at his face and couldn't quite manage it.
"Ugh. Did I really sound..?"
"We'll talk later."
"Oh, you bet we will." He winked at her.
All kibds of play 11
Elly started the shower and made sure the water was the right temperature. They got in and rinsed off, getting clean again and refreshed.
She was running her hands through her hair under the stream, eyes closed, when she felt his mouth low on her belly.
"Sho?" She glanced down, startled to see his eyes were burning red. He met her gaze and held it, licking his lips.
"Tell me I'm a good boy," he whispered.
"What," she gasped. This was not a question, it was a choked exclamation of shock. She braced herself harder on the slippery wall and blinked down at him.
"I promised submissive, remember?" He kissed her thigh. "How much can you handle, my queen?"
"How much..." Elly shook her head in disbelief. "How much submissive can Aizawa Shota really get?" Her lips twitched in a small smile at the thought of him play-acting this much for her benefit.
He raised one eyebrow, his eyes darkening back to gray. "That sounds like a challenge, Ches."
She caressed his cheek, fingertips trailing along the stubble. "Is it? You don't back down from those now, do you baby?" A thumb parted his lips and he sucked on it obediently, closing his eyes.
"Whatever you want," he breathed. "Since we're in the tub, I can give my sweet kitten a bath if she wants one." His tongue lapped over, crossing her thigh until he was spreading her folds apart with his hands, kissing tight circles along the edges. Water poured down his back, his face and cheeks, and he grew bolder still with the steady stream cleansing her even as he licked.
Aizawa shut his eyes, his lips and tongue working busily. He lapped and sucked, his wet hair lashing on his neck and cheeks as his head bobbed.
Elly gasped and tugged him closer, her hips jerking into his movements. "God, yes," she groaned. "So good... but I want you inside me, baby. Let me ride."
He whined, and she groaned loudly at the sound coming from him. "Still want me like this?"
"Let's see how long 'til I break you," she chuckled. "You're not a natural submissive, baby."
"Mmnnn." His lips suckled softly for a moment while he pretended to think. A low, long moan rose from deep in her throat and she stroked his wet hair back from his face. "We're in the bathroom. Let's get messy."
"<i>Yes.</i>"
"I wanna come inside you." His heavy breathing panted full in her ear, tickling the sensitive fur. "<i>I want to fill you up so much it spills out</i>."
"Then sit on the edge." She turned off the showerhead, pulling the curtain back. Aizawa sat, cursing under his breath at the slick porcelain and wishing the edge of the tub were wider. He forgot about everything else when she sank down onto him, though.
"Yes..."
She slipped him out, then in again with a touch of her hand.
"Mnnn, good... so good."
"You do feel good," she whispered. "But Shota, remember what you promised."
He cracked open an eyelid. "What? What are you..? Don't stop."
Elly's ears flicked, spraying bits of water on him but she didn't speak. She gave him a knowing smirk and sat still.
"Damn it," Aizawa groaned lowly, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back, wet hair dripping. "I'm not gonna say it. Subbing's one thing but I don't beg fucking <i>twice</i> in one night!"
A longer pause.
He opened his eyes. "You're really not going to -? Hnf!" She latched more firmly around him when he tried to buck into her heat, weighing herself and using her tail as leverage. In this precarious position he simply couldn't get enough stimulation without her. The movement only caused a graze, a light, shallow thrust that had him straining and panting for more, his eyes rolling wildly. "C'mon, just <i>move</i>. Unnngh, god! Sh - shit!"
"You know what I want, baby," she purred, tracing drops of water that ran down his collarbone with light fingertips. "Be sweet and I'll let you come."
Aizawa's groan shook his whole body. "You're a cruel kitty. Ohhh god, kitty..."
Elly waited, though her heart was thudding hard in her chest, her blood singing and lower body alive with tingling anticipation. He rarely called her that, so she assumed he was close. She slowly lifted herself from his lap, letting him slide out.
He protested with a whimper. "Oh no. No! I didn't mean it! You're a good kitty, my best kitty... ohhh, f - fuck. Please keep going, I need it, I need <i>you</i>." His voice dropped and he growled the last bit, his fingers sinking into her plush rear when she sealed their connection again. "<i>Yes</i>..."
She concentrated on moving correctly; it was a hard task but worth it to see him squirm. The penetration felt wonderfully deep but after several minutes she felt her legs tremble in warning.
"Ugh..." This came out a guttural moan against her throat as she quivered on top of him. "Little kitty can't keep up with her big, strong man, can she?" Aizawa chuckled softly. "Want help?"
"Sorry, Sho, my legs..." She shivered. "You're so sexy, though. I only need a little to finish."
"Let's move to the bed, then. Quick." He caught her by the waist and pulled her up and out, darting as fast as he could on wet feet through the tile and then hardwood floor.
"Ewww, it's gonna get wet..!"
"Tch! Then maybe you shouldn't have teased me so much," he grunted with a laugh. "I'm gonna jump right in, <i>kitty</i>."
"You and your - ohh!"
"Oh, <i>fuck yes</i>." His hips snapped, burying himself inside and causing her to cry out joyously. "Yeah, my kitty needs it, doesn't she?"
Elly threw her arms around him, mewing loudly. His constant use of the silly pet name he never used before had finally gotten to her. It had been mildly embarrassing but now it enflamed her to hear him sighing it as he thrust over and over.
"Faster, babe!"
"Anything," he huffed, "anything for my kitty." Their bodies slapped louder together in a quickening beat, the bed squeaking and thumping. "Ahhh, shit. Shit, you close?"
"So close!"
He dipped his head low, predatory, as he hovered over her. Locks of his damp hair tickled her but he leaned ever closer. Still thrusting, he nipped a furry ear between his teeth and husked in a shaky, near-to-orgasm voice. "You w - want my milk, kitty? I'm - I'm going to -!"
Her wail answered his deep, relieved sigh. He continued to roll his hips, grunting with over stimulation but loving the idea that he was filling her more. It took only a few seconds before he barked softly in more pain than pleasure.
"Shota, careful."
"Ergh!" He pulled out all at once.
"Oh, ew. What did I say..." She sighed.
His tone was drastically different as he surveyed the scene before him. "Mnnn. What a <i>mess</i>."
She was running her hands through her hair under the stream, eyes closed, when she felt his mouth low on her belly.
"Sho?" She glanced down, startled to see his eyes were burning red. He met her gaze and held it, licking his lips.
"Tell me I'm a good boy," he whispered.
"What," she gasped. This was not a question, it was a choked exclamation of shock. She braced herself harder on the slippery wall and blinked down at him.
"I promised submissive, remember?" He kissed her thigh. "How much can you handle, my queen?"
"How much..." Elly shook her head in disbelief. "How much submissive can Aizawa Shota really get?" Her lips twitched in a small smile at the thought of him play-acting this much for her benefit.
He raised one eyebrow, his eyes darkening back to gray. "That sounds like a challenge, Ches."
She caressed his cheek, fingertips trailing along the stubble. "Is it? You don't back down from those now, do you baby?" A thumb parted his lips and he sucked on it obediently, closing his eyes.
"Whatever you want," he breathed. "Since we're in the tub, I can give my sweet kitten a bath if she wants one." His tongue lapped over, crossing her thigh until he was spreading her folds apart with his hands, kissing tight circles along the edges. Water poured down his back, his face and cheeks, and he grew bolder still with the steady stream cleansing her even as he licked.
Aizawa shut his eyes, his lips and tongue working busily. He lapped and sucked, his wet hair lashing on his neck and cheeks as his head bobbed.
Elly gasped and tugged him closer, her hips jerking into his movements. "God, yes," she groaned. "So good... but I want you inside me, baby. Let me ride."
He whined, and she groaned loudly at the sound coming from him. "Still want me like this?"
"Let's see how long 'til I break you," she chuckled. "You're not a natural submissive, baby."
"Mmnnn." His lips suckled softly for a moment while he pretended to think. A low, long moan rose from deep in her throat and she stroked his wet hair back from his face. "We're in the bathroom. Let's get messy."
"<i>Yes.</i>"
"I wanna come inside you." His heavy breathing panted full in her ear, tickling the sensitive fur. "<i>I want to fill you up so much it spills out</i>."
"Then sit on the edge." She turned off the showerhead, pulling the curtain back. Aizawa sat, cursing under his breath at the slick porcelain and wishing the edge of the tub were wider. He forgot about everything else when she sank down onto him, though.
"Yes..."
She slipped him out, then in again with a touch of her hand.
"Mnnn, good... so good."
"You do feel good," she whispered. "But Shota, remember what you promised."
He cracked open an eyelid. "What? What are you..? Don't stop."
Elly's ears flicked, spraying bits of water on him but she didn't speak. She gave him a knowing smirk and sat still.
"Damn it," Aizawa groaned lowly, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back, wet hair dripping. "I'm not gonna say it. Subbing's one thing but I don't beg fucking <i>twice</i> in one night!"
A longer pause.
He opened his eyes. "You're really not going to -? Hnf!" She latched more firmly around him when he tried to buck into her heat, weighing herself and using her tail as leverage. In this precarious position he simply couldn't get enough stimulation without her. The movement only caused a graze, a light, shallow thrust that had him straining and panting for more, his eyes rolling wildly. "C'mon, just <i>move</i>. Unnngh, god! Sh - shit!"
"You know what I want, baby," she purred, tracing drops of water that ran down his collarbone with light fingertips. "Be sweet and I'll let you come."
Aizawa's groan shook his whole body. "You're a cruel kitty. Ohhh god, kitty..."
Elly waited, though her heart was thudding hard in her chest, her blood singing and lower body alive with tingling anticipation. He rarely called her that, so she assumed he was close. She slowly lifted herself from his lap, letting him slide out.
He protested with a whimper. "Oh no. No! I didn't mean it! You're a good kitty, my best kitty... ohhh, f - fuck. Please keep going, I need it, I need <i>you</i>." His voice dropped and he growled the last bit, his fingers sinking into her plush rear when she sealed their connection again. "<i>Yes</i>..."
She concentrated on moving correctly; it was a hard task but worth it to see him squirm. The penetration felt wonderfully deep but after several minutes she felt her legs tremble in warning.
"Ugh..." This came out a guttural moan against her throat as she quivered on top of him. "Little kitty can't keep up with her big, strong man, can she?" Aizawa chuckled softly. "Want help?"
"Sorry, Sho, my legs..." She shivered. "You're so sexy, though. I only need a little to finish."
"Let's move to the bed, then. Quick." He caught her by the waist and pulled her up and out, darting as fast as he could on wet feet through the tile and then hardwood floor.
"Ewww, it's gonna get wet..!"
"Tch! Then maybe you shouldn't have teased me so much," he grunted with a laugh. "I'm gonna jump right in, <i>kitty</i>."
"You and your - ohh!"
"Oh, <i>fuck yes</i>." His hips snapped, burying himself inside and causing her to cry out joyously. "Yeah, my kitty needs it, doesn't she?"
Elly threw her arms around him, mewing loudly. His constant use of the silly pet name he never used before had finally gotten to her. It had been mildly embarrassing but now it enflamed her to hear him sighing it as he thrust over and over.
"Faster, babe!"
"Anything," he huffed, "anything for my kitty." Their bodies slapped louder together in a quickening beat, the bed squeaking and thumping. "Ahhh, shit. Shit, you close?"
"So close!"
He dipped his head low, predatory, as he hovered over her. Locks of his damp hair tickled her but he leaned ever closer. Still thrusting, he nipped a furry ear between his teeth and husked in a shaky, near-to-orgasm voice. "You w - want my milk, kitty? I'm - I'm going to -!"
Her wail answered his deep, relieved sigh. He continued to roll his hips, grunting with over stimulation but loving the idea that he was filling her more. It took only a few seconds before he barked softly in more pain than pleasure.
"Shota, careful."
"Ergh!" He pulled out all at once.
"Oh, ew. What did I say..." She sighed.
His tone was drastically different as he surveyed the scene before him. "Mnnn. What a <i>mess</i>."
Old enough
"I know I'm just in training right now, but someday I'm gonna be the best damned Hero this world's ever seen. And when that time comes, I want to see you again..."
"Stop." Elly sighed, holding her cat's paw glove out, pads facing the teenager seated across her desk. "I can't accept a confession, Bakugo. You know that."
He grit his teeth, making a terrible face. "Look, I didn't expect you to accept, but at least lemme finish!"
"There's no need. You also know this is inappropriate to discuss with me. What you're feeling can be healthy, a part of growing up... but keep it to yourself. It will lessen in time."
His fists clenched so tightly she could see his knuckles turn white. "I like you!"
"I have a boyfriend," she reminded him gently, pointedly looking past him out the open door where a black leather boot could be seen tapping a restless staccato. "Not to mention this could hurt your career choice. Let it go, please."
The young man struggled to find the right words, but he was choked by rage over his failure. He stormed out, slamming the door back on the teacher standing guard outside.
"Hey, watch it!"
Bakugo spun around. "Really," he snarled. "The <i>hell</i> do <i>you</i> have that I don't?!"
Present Mic was considered a pretty happy-go-lucky guy by most people. He showed a cheerful outward facade to the world that masked just how mercurial he could be. The smiling man dissolved into rage in one blink, his concentric pupils thickening as he squinted at the younger man in front of him. His mouth stretched into a painfully wide grin. "<i>Her, for one</i>," he said in a deadly low voice.
Bakugo blinked, startled. Then his eyes grew giant as he spluttered, biting off curses like a seasoned sailor as he pointed at the Voice Hero. "I won't forget this, old man," he hissed.
"<i>Old?</i>" Mic protested with a screech that shook the doorframes along the hallway. "She's older'n me, ya know!" He shook his head and strolled into his girlfriend's office.
"Mic!"
"Hey, baby," he chirped happily, closing the door behind him. A pen had been dropped close by, however, and it jammed it open just a tiny sliver. Not enough to notice, but now the sound proofed room was breached.
Bakugo was left sulking outside. He glared backwards, curiosity compelling him to creep along and listen. He saw the pen and realized he could hear everything clearly. He frowned when he heard the zippers jingling and leather squeak of Mic's Hero costume. He'd moved, but how close?
"Ya okay, babe?"
From his listening point, Bakugo was surprised to hear how fast the English teacher's whiny voice dropped into a low purr.
"Yeah. It happens every so often."
"Mnn." Soft, noncommittal noise followed by an obvious kiss - sweet sounding but short.
<i>That</i> was how close. He grit his teeth, his mind aflame with jealousy. <i>Fucking cockatoo!</i>
"Still, <i>Bakugo</i>. That was a shock."
"Well... he's a passionate guy. Kinda like you, Mikey, in that regard."
Mic snorted, and Bakugo's sneer grew. <i>Dickhead</i>, he thought angrily. <i>And he's not like me! I'm better!</i>
"Nah, babe, I get it." He sighed. "Growin' up we all had crushes on somebody. An' hey, 'least he's got good taste. I can't really blame him now, <i>can I</i>?"
There was a lot of giggling on both parts that went on for several minutes and a longer, wetter sounding kiss. The sound of something hitting plastic and metal came as a surprise, and he wondered if she'd hit him.
"Present <i>Mic</i>!"
Whispers Bakugo mostly couldn't make out filtered through the door. He heard only a little bit here and there but what he did made him blush.
"C'mon."
"...we're at work..."
"Just a little nibble!"
She must have consented, for the next thing Bakugo heard had him scrambling to back away, ears flaming.
"Mmn, <i>Hizashi</i>."
<i>That's his name, that's his given name shitfuck - she straight up</i> moaned <i>that shit and I'll be in deeper if anyone catches me listening to - to whatever it is they're doing!</i>
He pelted off as fast as he could run back to the cafeteria. If he was lucky, no one would screw with him about his being late.
Back in the little office, Mic raised his head from where he had been grazing on his girlfriend's neck. Their gear lay on the desk beside them, her chair spun about so he could lean down with his hands on the arms.
"Hey, Ches?" He blinked, his shaded sunglasses sliding down his long nose.
"Hm?"
"I think he was, uh, listening to us go at it."
Elly whacked him lightly on the chest. "We were <i>not</i> 'going at it'!" She protested, her ears flicking back.
"Oh?" He turned his whirling, green-gold stare on her, knowing his eyes made her melt. "Then, you wanna?" He glanced up at the clock. "We got the rest of lunch."
She drew in a shaky breath. "Lock the door, 'Zashi."
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Stop." Elly sighed, holding her cat's paw glove out, pads facing the teenager seated across her desk. "I can't accept a confession, Bakugo. You know that."
He grit his teeth, making a terrible face. "Look, I didn't expect you to accept, but at least lemme finish!"
"There's no need. You also know this is inappropriate to discuss with me. What you're feeling can be healthy, a part of growing up... but keep it to yourself. It will lessen in time."
His fists clenched so tightly she could see his knuckles turn white. "I like you!"
"I have a boyfriend," she reminded him gently, pointedly looking past him out the open door where a black leather boot could be seen tapping a restless staccato. "Not to mention this could hurt your career choice. Let it go, please."
The young man struggled to find the right words, but he was choked by rage over his failure. He stormed out, slamming the door back on the teacher standing guard outside.
"Hey, watch it!"
Bakugo spun around. "Really," he snarled. "The <i>hell</i> do <i>you</i> have that I don't?!"
Present Mic was considered a pretty happy-go-lucky guy by most people. He showed a cheerful outward facade to the world that masked just how mercurial he could be. The smiling man dissolved into rage in one blink, his concentric pupils thickening as he squinted at the younger man in front of him. His mouth stretched into a painfully wide grin. "<i>Her, for one</i>," he said in a deadly low voice.
Bakugo blinked, startled. Then his eyes grew giant as he spluttered, biting off curses like a seasoned sailor as he pointed at the Voice Hero. "I won't forget this, old man," he hissed.
"<i>Old?</i>" Mic protested with a screech that shook the doorframes along the hallway. "She's older'n me, ya know!" He shook his head and strolled into his girlfriend's office.
"Mic!"
"Hey, baby," he chirped happily, closing the door behind him. A pen had been dropped close by, however, and it jammed it open just a tiny sliver. Not enough to notice, but now the sound proofed room was breached.
Bakugo was left sulking outside. He glared backwards, curiosity compelling him to creep along and listen. He saw the pen and realized he could hear everything clearly. He frowned when he heard the zippers jingling and leather squeak of Mic's Hero costume. He'd moved, but how close?
"Ya okay, babe?"
From his listening point, Bakugo was surprised to hear how fast the English teacher's whiny voice dropped into a low purr.
"Yeah. It happens every so often."
"Mnn." Soft, noncommittal noise followed by an obvious kiss - sweet sounding but short.
<i>That</i> was how close. He grit his teeth, his mind aflame with jealousy. <i>Fucking cockatoo!</i>
"Still, <i>Bakugo</i>. That was a shock."
"Well... he's a passionate guy. Kinda like you, Mikey, in that regard."
Mic snorted, and Bakugo's sneer grew. <i>Dickhead</i>, he thought angrily. <i>And he's not like me! I'm better!</i>
"Nah, babe, I get it." He sighed. "Growin' up we all had crushes on somebody. An' hey, 'least he's got good taste. I can't really blame him now, <i>can I</i>?"
There was a lot of giggling on both parts that went on for several minutes and a longer, wetter sounding kiss. The sound of something hitting plastic and metal came as a surprise, and he wondered if she'd hit him.
"Present <i>Mic</i>!"
Whispers Bakugo mostly couldn't make out filtered through the door. He heard only a little bit here and there but what he did made him blush.
"C'mon."
"...we're at work..."
"Just a little nibble!"
She must have consented, for the next thing Bakugo heard had him scrambling to back away, ears flaming.
"Mmn, <i>Hizashi</i>."
<i>That's his name, that's his given name shitfuck - she straight up</i> moaned <i>that shit and I'll be in deeper if anyone catches me listening to - to whatever it is they're doing!</i>
He pelted off as fast as he could run back to the cafeteria. If he was lucky, no one would screw with him about his being late.
Back in the little office, Mic raised his head from where he had been grazing on his girlfriend's neck. Their gear lay on the desk beside them, her chair spun about so he could lean down with his hands on the arms.
"Hey, Ches?" He blinked, his shaded sunglasses sliding down his long nose.
"Hm?"
"I think he was, uh, listening to us go at it."
Elly whacked him lightly on the chest. "We were <i>not</i> 'going at it'!" She protested, her ears flicking back.
"Oh?" He turned his whirling, green-gold stare on her, knowing his eyes made her melt. "Then, you wanna?" He glanced up at the clock. "We got the rest of lunch."
She drew in a shaky breath. "Lock the door, 'Zashi."
"Yes, ma'am!"
Moy mell 57
Aizawa sent the necessary alert to the staff with trembling hands. She lay draped over him, naked and wet from the bath and purring as if drugged. He didn't bother to fully clothe either of them before leaving, instead grabbing two terry cloth robes from behind the door. He slipped on a pair of sandals as well, but other than that there was a fair amount of leg showing on both of them.
He carried her the whole way, down the elevator, through the house and into the car waiting outside. James was the closest and he hopped into action as their chauffeur. Between the two of them they managed to get her settled and them on their way as fast as possible.
Once they were moving, he placed a hand on her forehead and winced: she was burning up now, her pale skin flushed red and sweaty. It looked decidedly uncomfortable and she kept wriggling to stay in the thin flow of air conditioning.
"We'll be there soon, my queen," he murmured in a low, soothing voice. His fingers brushed the mark on her neck to distract her and she moaned thickly, rolling her head back and panting. Aizawa bent and nibbled at the edges of the bruise, causing her to tremble. "Is it too much already?"
She reached for him with eager hands, wrapping around his shoulders and digging in, the bite of her nails felt through the fluffy cloth. Her tail thumped on the floor, smacking into the back of the driver's seat as well, but James steadfastly ignored it.
"This will help," Aizawa whispered, his lips working on her skin, and she quivered, laying back in his arms. He bit harder and she groaned, a lost sound.
"<i>Shota</i>."
"Yes." He licked and she purred in acknowledgement. "I can see the - the holy <i>shit</i>."
"Whoa!" The blue haired man in the front echoed his awe.
It was big.
Far bigger than she had let on, the house was set into the mountain, hidden behind the giant forest that stretched for miles before it. It also didn't really look much like a house from the front but resembled a gigantic shrine. A winding road cut up to the entrance, flanked by many Japanese prayer gates painted bright red. The contrast of the red with the green, forested area was beautiful, but he was less than pleased to climb all those stairs with her in such condition. He carried her to one of the statues and leaned against the bottom of the mossy stone. He thought the carvings might have been of the cat demon, but close up they were definitely kitsune with all nine tails. Aizawa shrugged and filed the information away for later, when they could have a coherent discussion.
"All right, Ches. We're here. Do we climb?"
Elly pointed at the ground, however, and even then he could barely see the five-pointed star etched onto the base of the statue. It had been covered over with moss from age, but the ground was suspiciously barren in a small circle underneath. "Stand there."
Aizawa raised his eyebrows. She didn't use instantaneous transport around the compound through demon portals. If there was one here, it was a very secure spot indeed. He grit his teeth and stood, waiting. It was not unlike riding a very fast elevator, though with a moment of severe disorientation as they crossed through a plane humans weren't intended to exist. He felt excruciating pain for a split second, yet this passed so fast he wondered afterward if he had imagined it.
As he regained his senses he saw a single person standing outside on top to welcome them. He was dressed in traditional Japanese robes of pure white, wearing a tall, black hat on his head. His hair was so dark black so deep it looked purple, and long enough to be pulled into an intricate braidwork on the back on his neck. Two elfin locks, much like Elly's own but longer, dangled on either side of his cheeks. He appeared completely human, but Aizawa recognized him from the information she had given him and knew better. This was Abe no Seimei, half human from his father's side, his mother a kitsune - a fox demon.
<i>That explains the statues,</i> he thought wryly.
"I can see by your expression you know who I am. Politeness, however, requires formal introductions, and so..." The man clasped his hands within his flowing robe and bowed. "I am Abe no Seimei, astrologer and currently the last known onmyōji."
Aizawa nodded curtly. "Aizawa Shota. I'm her bodyguard and mate." Elly mewed, pleased, at the term and he smiled a little. "How on earth did someone who exorcised demons end up on the estate of one?"
Seimei shrugged fluidly. "We forged a friendship ages ago. Now she lets me stay on her mountain in peace to do research as I please." He held a hand out towards the entryway, decorated with pretty Chinese bellflowers and old coins that jingled merrily in the light breeze. The inside of the temple was dark wood, highly polished and well kept. They passed behind the altar and stopped.
Seimei placed his palm on the back wall of the shrine, and a door appeared. The area they walked into was decorated traditionally but modern, belying the ancient outside. It was cool and pleasant, air conditioned with all the basic amenities. A long hallway separated the shrine and the mountain complex, lined with multiple doors. Their host gestured into one of these side rooms. As they walked in, Aizawa saw it was a cross between an apothecary shop and examining room. Shelves lined the walls filled with equipment and what looked like various medicines and ingredients.
Elly moaned again and started to move restlessly in his arms, her nails digging into his back and pulling his bathrobe up higher on his body.
"Be still, please." He whispered into one of her furry ears, rubbing her mating mark with two fingers. She bit her lip and sat obediently on a nearby chair, letting him tug gently on her robe to make sure she was covered.
Seimei pursed his lips, staring first at the shaking cat demon and then Aizawa in amusement. "She's remarkably docile in your presence," he murmured.
Elly watched the two talking, eyes wide but cloudy with incomprehension. She curled her hands into fists on the arms of the chair and shook harder.
"I was told that's what happens -"
"Oh, no. Yes... but no." The halfling pointed at her and made a curious gesture. She slumped forward slightly, her eyes slipping closed. "Still, best to be on the safe side. What was I ...? Oh! I've helped her quite often and she usually has to be sedated - forcefully, mind you -- right away. My guess is she trusts and respects you quite a bit."
Aizawa stared blandly at the other man. "I hope so."
"Trust is a difficult issue with demons." He took a breath. "All right, then. Let me stress this: humans can <i>not</i> match an anthro demon's drive during a heat."
Instead of arguing, Aizawa nodded curtly, much to the other's surprise. "Agreed. Can you help me sustain myself so that I can, in turn, help her?"
Seimei blinked, but recovered quickly with a large grin. "Hmm. Interesting!" A beautiful cobalt blue butterfly flickered out toward his head as he opened a cabinet and began to rummage around.
"Okay, listen up. Your body needs to repress one main natural function in order to get you through this. That means we induce periods of dry orgasms - one injection per day, in the morning, and one incantation in the evening. These will allow you to have about two normal ejaculations as they wear off."
"Science <i>and</i> magic?"
"Yes." He was carefully filling a syringe as he spoke. "A little of both, for now. At night, there will be a spell for her, too. It will help her sleep until we can come in, check on you both, and assess what's needed for the day. Hold out your arm. We'll give you a half dose of the injection to begin with, since it's late."
"We?" Aizawa rolled up his sleeve and suffered himself to be stabbed with whatever was inside the needle. He tried not to think about that for now.
"One of the other doctors is on his way along with everyone else necessary. He'll be primarily looking after the medical aspects when he gets here. My specialty is more spiritual."
Her tired-looking mate nodded. "Is there anything else I should know?"
"As you might imagine, this may not be pleasant since we're both stifling and raising your body's natural urges. It's much better than the alternative, but remember there will be some discomfort. You'll be able to keep up with her, but it won't feel like sex as normal until you release the built up pressure twice a day. As for anything else..." Seimei frowned, tapping his fingers on the counter in thought. The butterfly flitted towards a clock on the wall, landing on the fifth hour, and he laughed cheerfully. "Aha! The cook will ring at five to drop off a large meal - your plate will have a cover, hers will be the entire rest of the dishes. Make sure you both finish <i>everything</i>. The food is not only spelled but has been carefully chosen for caloric and protein content."
"What if she refuses? Anything, for that matter," Aizawa added as he gently picked her up. She was purring with every exhale, but not as relaxed as she appeared. He could feel tension in her muscles as she fought to wake.
"She won't." Seimei tucked a long, dark strand of hair behind one ear and smiled knowingly. "All you have to do is tell her and she'll obey you. If she seems reluctant, don't be afraid to grasp her tail or use the marking."
Aizawa stepped out into the hall. "I know her tail is an erogenous zone, but you're telling me there's more to it?"
Seimei measured a length with his hands in the air and then, starting with the bottom, checked off a list. "The base is erogenous, the middle is for dominance, and the tip - tips, in her case of course -- are for showing your affection. Hers as well, because she lets you touch them."
"Huh. I couldn't find that info online or the scrolls."
"Anthro demons are very protective of their tails - even information regarding them." He pointed. "The stairs lead up to your floor - the top level is all yours. And remember, Aizawa! She's going to need more than physical affection. Her hormones are running rampant at this time."
He grunted and headed towards the stairs. Aizawa saw the real house extended far within, with windows at the end looking out towards scenery he couldn't quite make out just yet. He was too focused in getting to their quarters before she woke.
"Hang in there, Ches. Almost."
A low sigh blew the hair on his neck, causing him to shiver for more than one reason. He took the steps two at a time, his concern growing.
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