Ex-V: I hope you like it!
Emilia groaned quietly, stirring; blinking groggily, her eyes cracked slowly open.
Lying on her side, on the rough carpet floor beside Rika's bed, in Rika's bedroom, she shifted in place. Highly uncomfortable, and beginning to wake up, she winced, blinded by a brilliant strand of morning sunlight. Hurriedly, she squeezed her blurry eyes shut again, grimacing.
Hesitating for a moment, and whimpering lamely to herself under her breath, the hero tried to sit up.
No Luck.
She cursed herself bitterly in her mind, overcome by memories of the past night, of drinking... Drinking way too much, vodka, wine...
Flailing pitifully, and still struggling to sit upright, she tried propping herself up; at last, the hero managed to heft herself off the carpet with both hands. Absentmindedly, she shoved something heavy off her side, thinking nothing of it…
A moment of silence, as she peeled her face up off the floor.
Outside the window, under the early morning sun, a small chorus of birds chirped, gaily, back and forth to each other.
Meanwhile, Emi strained to get herself onto her hands and knees; hanging her head and grinding her teeth lightly, with both eyes closed. She could feel a throbbing, piercing headache in her temples, and touched her brow with one hand, gingerly, sighing.
What the hell! What the Hell happened last night-
She couldn't remember, she couldn't remember a thing, and she felt slightly sick to her stomach as well… Hangovers are no joke!
Emilia was dimly aware of a celebration, a party of some kind, which happened at Rika's the night before... Cracking one eye open, and exhaling, pained, she verified that she was, in fact, in Rika's bedroom. The Hero scratched at the familiar carpet with two fingers, and sighed, trying to put the pieces together, trying to remember what she was doing on Rika's floor...
Squinting faintly, she summoned all her strength and energy, rising up and turning; sitting her back against the side of the mattress, Emilia looked out into the room, miserable and nonplussed. She yawned.
Maou grumbled something in his sleep, adjusting himself beside her, and Emilia shrieked, positively choking. With the Breath catching in her throat, and her heartbeat accelerating wildly, confused, Emi stared, wide eyed, at the ground to her immediate left.
The King of Demons and Hell, Maou, her terrible nemesis, was sleeping there, on his back; still snoozing, snoring faintly under his breath.
He wasn't far at all from her, in fact... He must have been sleeping right beside her, considering her current position...
She yelped lightly, under her breath; realizing at last that his arm had been around her when she woke up…
And... He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of briefs...?
Emilia was suddenly highly aware of herself, eyes widening; she was practically naked too, sitting on the floor of Rika's bedroom, next to Maou, In nothing but a lacy bra and thin panties...
And his arm had been around her?! They'd been sleeping together?!
Furiously red and squeaking lightly, dizzied, covering her mouth, she rocked in place; stunned, she saw a flood of memories flash past behind her eyes, vivid, all rushing back to her at once...
Memories of the past night...
Memories of her and Maou...
Her head was swimming, and her thoughts swirled, helplessly; unable to look away from him, now, clutching desperately at her mouth with both hands.
They kissed…
They kissed!
She saw herself kissing him, kissing Maou, her sworn enemy... Emi saw herself locking her lips hesitantly against his, she saw herself shifting in his lap, in his lap!
Disbelieving, she just gaped at the sleeping demon King, blushing violently red and growing faintly lightheaded.
No... No way, Please no...
She begged herself, panicked and overcome, in her mind; terrified, she bit her trembling lower lip, breathless...
But the memories wouldn't stop...
She saw Maou kissing her, now, gently but decisively at first, and then fiercely… Savagely... She could see him pushing her back against a wall, groping her chest with one hand and staring into her eyes, passionately, he was saying something but she couldn't quite tell what, she couldn't quite remember...
Her head ached terribly, buzzing painfully, and she was helpless to ignore a rushing surge of bursting need, of affection and desire, as he stared into her eyes, in her memories, and she trembled, panting, bright crimson...
The Hero just stared down at Maou, flushed and utterly mortified, winded...
They kissed...
She kissed Maou...?
Emilia could feel her face burning up, as the blush darkened on her cheeks.
Maou... Kissed her?
For a moment, she was dead silent, as this just echoed through her mind, ringing quietly at her ears...
The righteous Hero didn't know how to begin to process this, she didn't even know how to proceed with the situation that was currently unfolding... She just sat there, on Rika's bedroom floor, fidgeting, wide eyed; watching Maou as he slept on, horrified and a tiny bit exhilarated, somewhere in the back of her mind...
Maou was attracted to her...?
Maou... Wanted her?
Blushing furiously, she covered her face with both hands, burying her face in her palms, squeaking noiselessly, mortified and overwhelmed. She tried to control her breathing, tried to keep from waking him…
If that was true...
No, it was true... He'd kissed her, after all... He'd pushed her up against a wall, and looked at her... With those eyes, he'd looked at her with those... Hungry, blinding eyes...
He'd looked hungry...
Emilia tried to keep a handle on her breathing, almost hyperventilating. Somehow, she felt like she'd skipped ahead in time, like she'd passed out last night, drunk, and woke up years later...
It wasn't like she never thought about Maou that way, she... She'd had certain dreams about him, and...
A light blush dusted her cheeks, as she nibbled her fingernails; thoughts swimming, heart racing.
Sometimes, she wondered if she had feelings for him, if she'd... If she had fallen for him, fallen for Maou...
So... She had thought about it before, thought about what might happen if they were together, if they became lovers... Of course she had, naturally she had... She'd wondered what might happen if he loved her, if he confessed to her, if he desired her...
Blushing furiously, she considered this, eyes spinning.
Sure, she'd thought about it, but... This was too much! It was too much, just... Too soon, she...
She hadn't been able to prepare her heart yet, she didn't even have an answer, yet...!
She didn't even know how she felt about Maou, yet!
Barely able to breathe, she watched Maou stir in his sleep, yawning; her pulse spiked, and she ground her teeth, holding her mouth shut tight, stifling a yelp... Eyes widening, alarmed, she stared at him, waiting with bated breath, but he just snoozed on; lying on his back on the thin carpet floor...
What would she say to him? What could she possibly say?!
They were enemies, bitter enemies, archenemies even, so... How could they have kissed?!
Did she really kiss Maou...? Did she really look at Maou, with sweetness and affection, and passion, burning in her eyes?
Emilia stilled again, hardly daring to breathe, not daring to move; for fear of waking him, and having to confront him, having to deal with him, given... What had happened...
The King of Hell shifted again, breathing lowly, but didn't wake up.
She exhaled, breathing a tense, terse sigh of a relief, eyes drifting shut; Emilia just shook her head slightly, exasperated, internally horrified, and moved to stand up, unsteadily.
What would he think? What would he say, when he woke up?
What would Maou say, about all this?
Would he remember...?
With wobbly knees, the Hero grunted, and forced herself up; using the nightstand as support, bracing herself. Emilia couldn't quite tell whether she wanted him to remember everything about last night, remember nothing about last night, or be somewhere in between...
She climbed to her feet, sighing, trying to calm her racing heartbeat and control the blush on her cheeks. The Hero still felt sick, and her stomach grumbled, protesting loudly.
Why is this happening?
She hissed, grumbling, shutting her eyes; frowning severely and rubbing her stomach. Her dry throat burned, and she found she could still taste the liquor from last night...
Emilia turned away, sourly, intent on leaving the room and finding a glass of water; on her way to the door, however, it occurred to her that she hadn't checked the room for Rika, yet...
It was Rika's bedroom, after all.
The Half-angel blinked, and checked the mattress, tilting her head.
The covers were strewn messily about, carelessly; halfway hanging off the side, and the sheets were all out of sorts, but Rika wasn't anywhere to be found in the mess of blankets and pillows.
Emilia absorbed this, for a moment, hesitantly and suspiciously; eyeing the way the comforter had been halfway dragged to the floor...
Almost as if... Two people had spilled out of bed, onto the floor, while wrapped up in it...
A moment of silence, as Emilia mused; contemplating this with wide eyes, faintly red...
The bedroom door flew open behind her, however, snapping the hero out of her pensive reverie.
"Helllloooooooo-!" Rika called out, joyously, into the room, flinging the bedroom door open; Emilia shrieked, quietly, startled and jumping, as Maou twitched. He shifted on the floor, grumbling and stretching. "Good mooorning! Good morning, you two-"
"Rika-!?" Emilia cried, strangled, cursing up and down in her mind; without turning to face the older woman. The brunette cackled, delighted; covering her mouth sneakily with one hand as Maou yawned, sitting up and shaking his head a bit. The Hero saw Maou waking up, in the corners of her eyes, and felt like screaming. She whirled around, shrieking shrilly at her best friend. "What the hell, Rika!"
"What, I'm just checking In on you two! Just seeing if you were awake-!" The older woman snickered, gleefully. Her eyes glinted, mischievous, and she took an innocent step back as Emi glared daggers at her, blushing fiercely; Rika raised both hands up beside her, in mock - surrender. "I had to come check eventually, didn't I?"
"T-That's..." Emi glowered, dizzily, glancing anxiously over at Maou, who was sitting up, and muttering something under his breath.
"What was that...?" Holding his temple in one hand, the Demon King spoke dangerously, in a low, dry voice; his eyes widened, and then narrowed, as he glanced groggily from Emilia to Rika, and then back to the Hero. "What?"
Maou trailed off, freezing, catching a Glimpse of the Hero; on her feet beside him, wearing nothing but a lacy bra and thin panties. He did a double take, and Emilia squealed, furiously red, seeing his wide eyes trace her exposed body.
The hero dropped down to the floor, squatting for just an instant; covering her chest with both hands, screeching and squeezing her eyes shut tight. "Rikaaaa-!"
"Oh, my..." The brunette giggled, plainly delighted and smirking sneakily; taking taking a single step back, out the open bedroom door. "Maybe I should give you love birds some time alone?"
Maou twitched again, wide eyed, and Emilia yelped, blushing furiously; standing back up, but keeping both hands tightly pressed over her breasts, trying to cover her chest and her lacy bra...
"L-Lovebirds-!" She squeaked, incredulously, voice tiny and shrill, and cracking. She sounded very overcome, for a moment, before snapping at Rika. "Lovebirds?!"
"Lovebirds...?" Maou repeated, quietly stunned; he winced, baffled for a moment, slouching. His eyes widened dramatically, however, suddenly alarmed, strangled, and he sat up straight, blinking. "Wait..."
Emilia, at a loss for words, peeked anxiously over at Maou; whining incoherently under her breath and still quivering in place, covering her chest. She glanced helplessly back and forth between the Demon King and the brunette, who was snickering in the doorway, devilishly, watching them and taking another small step backwards...
Maou covered his face with one hand, shaking, and peered out at Emilia through his fingers. She met his eyes, plainly terrified and blushing...
In his mind, he could see her... He could see her, last night...
She was blushing, just like that, before he kissed her...
The King of Hell froze.
He kissed her!
"Last night...!" Maou was reeling, whispering in a hoarse, horrified voice... Staring her in the eyes, twitching; Emilia just wailed nonsense, knees wobbly, looking poignantly, awkwardly away and blushing violently... "Last night, we-?!"
"Shhhhhhhh-!" Emilia squealed, hysterical, voice tight and high pitched, breathlessly and strangled. Maou stared, cut off, disbelieving and shaking faintly, from the Hero to Rika, with wide eyes...
The Brunette just shook her head, glowing and smug, as she shrugged; stepping all the way back out the bedroom door, into the hallway.
"Last night, indeed..." The brunette guffawed, delighted, tut-tutting them quietly and pursing her lips. She looked like Christmas had come early, eyeing the room, the bed, and her friends, finding them in disarray. "It looks like you two had fun..."
Ex-V: Did you like it? I really hope so!
I'll get the next chapter up soon, I've already got it most of the story almost done!
This one will get updates more frequently than Mirror or Searching Desperately for any Reason to Argue, or any of my other stories, for a while at least, assuming you like it and want more-
Please, let me know what you think, and I'll be eternally grateful!
See you in the next chapter :D