Wi-Fi – Sollux#63'd~Dave (Dove).
"Lay me."
Her voice was a delicate whisper, struggling to be audible even with the sounds of vehicle horns outside and seven stories below.
"Wai- what?"
"Lay me, Solly-Sol."
The furrow of your brows were set like concrete at the alpha of the curve of your forehead as you tried to think of a ways to end this situation with getting a lawsuit may it transgress any further.
Her bosom was against yours, her hands caressed and massaged areas ranging from shoulders to jaw line and your hips were placed on her hands more in preparation to push her out the door if anything.
"You haven't completely crothed into the land of regrettable mithtaketh, have you?"
"Hn?"
At about 2am, you, Sollux Captor that received a female visitor, an acquaintance of yours named Dove Strider. Somehow she had stumbled up to your humble abode and is clearly inebriated. Given the severity of her current condition and the distance between living spaces, you can tell that this is a fanfiction in which you and her are to get romantically involved because realistically –even though this is a story based from a fictional world and fictional characters therefore, human body structure and language is as real as it gets, give or take a few other things– she would have been hit by a car.
Now, while you had to at least mentally admit that the distance or lack thereof between faces –which didn't make the Strider's eyes anymore visible from behind tinted glass– was rather enjoyable coupled with the sensations from her massaging you, this still proved problematic to you. I mean, honestly, this moment had you questioning your quadrants right now. Could this even be classed? Meh, probably, but that was kind of the least of your worries at the moment given that you're not Eridan.
Issue numero uno: solving this without any false cries of 'rape' and/or a lawsuit.
What will you do?
Aside from Dove in future chapters.
