An Arme & Lass story.
A bit mature towards the end but it isn't too much.
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The Magic Of Lingerie
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The stars were dimmed by the bright city lights nevertheless the moon in the sky shone brightly in the sky. A lone dark, stoic, and gloomy boy walked through the city streets carrying a basket of small orbs, potions and other ingredients. He bought them from the local magic store to give to his overly eccentric girlfriend. Why she would send him to buy supplies only hours away from the ball she had been anxious about for days was beyond him.
"What is that girl thinking?" He sighed.
She had been known to throw up, throw tantrums and toss his food around when she got anxious. He could only wonder how his friends were dealing with her. Along the dark path to the Grand Chase Castle, he took a short-cut through the small alleyway, a shortcut that only he knew. He hoped that what he had been ordered to buy would have calmed her anxiety. She was a master (sort of) of potions. He was sure (not really) that she would think of something. He walked only halfway through the shortcut when she realized that he wasn't alone.
"What do you want?" He asked, using his free hand to clutch his katana tightly. The figure didn't respond. Lass narrowed his eyes and carefully analyzed the situation. He could either run or stand and fight. He saw no point in running like a coward so his choice was an obvious one. The figure's dastardly grin shone through the darkness.
"Lassy!" A shrill cry echoed through the small alleyway. Lass recognized that annoying high pitch squealing. It could have only been one person.
"Arme, what are you doing here? I thought you'd be at the castle." Lass shook his head "And what have I told you about calling me Lassy!"
"I couldn't take it anymore so I had to find you!" Arme broke into a sprint.
"Wait, Arme…no!"
At the last moment, she hopped into the air tackling him which then carried him across to the other side of the alleyway onto the street. How she managed to do that, Lass didn't want to know. Lass rubbed the back of his head, his eyes trailing down to his sobbing girlfriend that wouldn't let him go.
"!" His jaw dropped to the ground when he noticed what she was wearing; a lengthy lavender backless gown, with multicolored gems adorning a necklace around her neck. How…how did she run in that…? But that was a worry for another time. People were starting to take notice.
"Arme what are you wearing?" Arme's lonely gaze followed Lass' cold glare to her dress.
"Well I thought of wearing this to the ball but I don't like it! But before I could take it off I wanted your opinion of it first, and before I knew it I was running down the street following your power signal." She cried into his chest. Lass felt not pity but an aggravation that didn't seem to fade.
"Hey look over there. Is that a lover's quarrel?"
"What's going on?"
Crap, people are starting to gather.
Lass grabbed the basket and ingredients and in the blink of an eye a black shroud of darkness wrapped around the two. When the veil disappeared, they were gone. When Arme opened her eyes, she was on a familiar bed. She was back in her room.
"Here," Lass presented her the basket of goods before he walked out of the room slamming the door behind him.
"…was it something I said?"
Before Lass went to the ball, he decided to have a shower. When he was finished, he wrapped his towel around his lower half and headed to his closet. Lass wiped his forehead noticing how the room seemed to be warmer than it usually was. Strange it was fine just a minute ago. In the corner of his eye he could see the steam from the shower fill the bathroom. He was sure that he turned off the shower when he was done. In no time flat, the steam filled the room and lowered the visibility. Then out of the blue, he could make out the figure of a girl walking towards him.
"Who are-? Oh no." The girl didn't answer. He couldn't even make out the girl's face but he didn't need to. In all the steam, Lass could still make out what the girl wore; black lace brassiere and matching panties.
"Well what do you think?" Arme twirled twice, showing off her bright cheerful smile as well as her half-naked body. It was on her third spin that she realized that Lass was no longer there.
"…you don't have to be so rude about it!" She shouted. What was wrong with him? He isn't normally like this…
Lass finally relaxed as he walked through the dark corridor of the Grand Chase Castle. In only an hour the ball was about begin. It's not like Lass wanted to go. To him it was nothing but a waste of time. He always hated crowds. It was a big pain. It was only when he was truly alone did he feel relaxed. But as of late, when he was alone he always felt like something was missing. The answer was obvious to him but as of this moment he didn't want to see her. If he did he wasn't sure what he would do or say.
Lass looked over to a door that read 'Music room'. The room was completely empty and dark. No one was there, not even the teacher. The room seemed like it was dead. All the windows were closed and only the auxiliary lights were on in the room. My kind of place.
"Anybody there?" No response. So far this was turning out to be like a horror film, all it was missing was the creepy humming of some deranged killer. As if fate was mocking him, someone began humming. Oh come on!
"Who are you and what do you want?" The humming continued.
The insistent humming came from all directions. Lass scanned the area. No one could be seen. Just when Lass thought there would be no end, it stopped. Lass stopped and turned around only now realizing that heading towards the humming was probably going to get him hurt. But the second he did he found who he was looking for.
"Hi there handsome," The girl chuckled. Lass didn't look at her face. He scanned her clothing and grimaced. She wore a short fuchsia tank top that showed her showed off her belly button with a black mini-skirt that barely reached her knees. He furrowed his brow and clicked his teeth.
"…just what are you doing?" He asked.
"That's my line! You've been avoiding me all night! What's wrong with you?"
"…what's wrong with me? I'll tell you-!" Arme cringed at Lass' sudden outburst. He noticed and cut himself off. He shook his head and walked passed her without another word.
He did it…again!
An hour had passed since the ball began. Lass laid flat on his back on the roof of the Castle. With his eyes closed, Lass got the rest that he had been craving the entire day. As much as he tried, Arme's overly flashy dresses came to mind. It was then that he felt a familiar weight.
"Get off."
"No way." Arme proceeded to straddle him. "Anyway, don't you have anything to say about the way I'm dressed?"
"No." Lass said curtly. At least he's talking to me now…
"Come on! I thought I'd try to look more adult like so I picked this out with hopes that it would tickle your male heart! Wait…" Arme noticed that he wasn't even facing her general direction. "Are you even listening?"
"Yeah, yeah." Lass turned to her reluctantly finally opening his eyes.
What he expected to see and what he saw couldn't be more different. He did a double take. She wore a black choker around her neck and a skin-tight fuchsia leather shirt. Around her waist was an onyx mid-length leather skirt with black leather boots that matched with her black rose patterned stockings.
"What do you mean more adult-like? Are you going through a rebellious phase of something?" He couldn't hold back his anger.
He had to admit that her perfect pure porcelain skin was attractive to say the least. With her amethyst eyes, she shot suggestive glances at him. She was beautiful but he wasn't going to tell her that. She was conceited enough.
"What do you mean?"
"Those clothes won't look good on someone with a child's body!" He said curtly closing his eyes as if the block her image out of his head.
Arme audibly gasped. "Don't be mean. Don't you like it?"
"You shouldn't wear them in the first place so just stop!" Besides I bet you had to use a spell to get it to that size…..
"…I'm wearing them, so…" She raised her hand about to smack him "Look at me properly before you say anything else!"
Whoa!
"Ow…" Arme rubbed her pained head as she shot hateful glares at Lass who couldn't be bothered to care.
"Don't be foolish." Lass had to correct her inexcusable actions.
"How could you karate-chop your frail girlfriend with all your strength like that…? It hurts…"
"I wouldn't call someone who could annihilate an entire army of ghouls and monsters with one Meteor spell 'frail'." He shook his head slowly before he got up from the ground. He turned away from her and began to walk off. He was beginning to get angrier. If he stayed any long he wasn't sure of what he was going to say to her.
"…but…but you wouldn't look at me…all day…you avoided me…" Arme sobbed. She hugged her legs as wet tears began to spring up from the corner of her eyes.
"It took me ages to find these outfits and put them all together…I even had to fight the Knight Master for this shirt!"
The Knight Master has amazing taste…
"And then Amy took me to some weird shop for the bras, panties and skirts. That place was horrible. The assistant manager had to strip me…her hands were cold. And-"
"Aah! Geez!" Lass gritted his teeth roughly. He quickly did a 180 and grabbed her wrist. Still lost by his sudden action, she didn't even feel the impact when he threw her against the nearby clock tower. Arme was shocked. His face entered her field of vision, as his slammed his hands against the tower on either side of her head.
"What's wrong with a kid wearing clothes for kids? You're always beautiful. No matter what you wear you will always look good." Before Arme could respond he had already smashed his lips against hers. It was clumsy at first, and his front teeth collided with hers but the passion behind it was enough to make her knees tremble.
"I'm not a kid…I'm 16…" She managed to mutter between her breathes.
"When you stop acting like a kid and act your own age maybe I'll see you as an adult." Deeper, deeper and deeper into the kiss they went. They couldn't control themselves. His hands were on her back, sliding ever so slowly to her bottom while her hands were on his firm chest, measuring its hardness. They broke away, a thin line of saliva trickling between them.
Lass's eyes trailed from her flushed face down to her boots.
"Wearing all those outfits is just asking to be attacked!"
Despite what he said, Lass attacked her again, this time targeting her neck.
He is so forceful…He isn't usually like this.
"You can't wear stuff like that! Where do you even get an idea to wear that in the first place! Do you want to attract another guy?"
"I wouldn't. I couldn't." She muttered between her soft moans.
"Then don't do pointless things!" Lass broke away from his caressing and looked her straight in the eye "You can't show this to any other guy! No one but me! Stop trying to look like something you're not!"
Arme returned his gaze with a confused one of her own. He's angry? Why would he get so angry over this? She looked deep into his heated sky blue eyes…Oh my, is he jealous? No wonder he was being so moody. My, how cute can he get?
"As you wish, darling." She smiled and hugged him tightly "I'm sorry for making you jealous."
"!" Arme could feel his cheeks warm "Don't misunderstand! I'm not jealous! I just don't think the outfits suit you! Wear stuff that goes well with your body!"
"Yes, yes." She pressed him against her tighter, like a mother would with her baby. She combed her hand through his silky silver hair. It always relaxed him so. She pecked his head with his lips as she buried her face in it.
The two spent the time cooling their heads as they rested on the castle roof. They both sat on the floor of the clock tower's walls with Lass quietly resting on Arme's shoulder while she was busy looking at the stars. Now that Lass was feeling better she decided to tease him a little.
"You said you didn't like my outfits but you were all over me…so that must mean-"
"Shut up."
"Next time I'll wear something even more adult-like!" She giggled.
"NO!"
Ronan seems to be having problems getting Elesis to the ball. It's nothing that a knight can't handle. At least, that's what he thinks.
