This is much lewder than I remember it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
You'd consider yourself to be a normal, natural height; but here, you're a giant. By here, you mean the Lowee Basilicom. The tallest lady, Mina is still nearly a head shorter than you. Your height would mean something if many of the living quarters weren't laid out for someone who was even smaller. You served the Lady White Heart to the best of your capacity, and Mina was indispensable in this task. The two of you did your best to keep the Lady's twin younger sisters inline and the nation intact but at times it became overwhelming.
Mina pushes her chair away from her desk to stand. Even though she wears a short white dress and has well shaped thighs, Mina doesn't particularly command your attention in anyway other than as a co worker.
"I'm leaving for the day, are you staying late again?"
"Yes." The moment you respond, Mina lifts a fat binder off her desk and drops it on yours.
You barely keep a sigh in your chest as Mina strides away, her red heels clicking on the worn yet sturdy hardwood floors.
Night falls, draping the nation in darkness. Winds have begun to whip, making the very traditional construction of the Basilicom creak. You check the clock: 18:23. You pick up your puffy winter coat, woolen accessories and briefcase. You can hear Lady Blanc's pages turn in between gusts of wind.
When she isn't White Heart, Lady Blanc is the purest gem of this world. She isn't nearly as angry and impatient; she reads and does her duties the best her young body can. White Heart is still wonderful to be around though; her boundless energy and confidence are a vast departure from the usual Blanc.
You can't help but smile as you walk through the room, hearing the fireplace crackle as Blanc stays by it, slowly reading as she lies on her belly.
A page turns, she looks up.
"Have a good night." She says in monotone, quickly focusing back on her book. Her pillow-like hat falls off as the lights cut out.
You can make out Blanc by the light of the fire and approach her, taking a flashlight off the mantle and turning it on.
"Get the twins and bring them here? Find sleeping bags and such too?"
"Yes. I'll call the electric company. The storm must've knocked out power."
You head out on your mission after setting your stuff down on a couch, shoes thumping on wood whenever you're not on an ornate, well kept rug. You rummage around in a cupboard, emerging with an old cooking pot. Your arms are full with a few cans of clam chowder and four sleeping bags. You make your way back to Blanc's fireplace, setting the supplies on the ground.
Blanc is hugging her legs with one arm, sitting against the wall and phone to her ear. Even in a crisis, Blanc keeps her cool. Her sedated face goes through the motions of dealing with a support call. She hangs up after a few moments.
"It will take a while, let's get the girls."
Now, for the twins. Blanc is at your side and vigilant, taking Rom into a hug as soon as they find the frightened girl under her bed.
"Where's Ram?" Blanc inquires.
"I-I dont know." She says, little tears in the corners of her eyes.
Blanc's mood slips up and she takes Rom into a hug, patting her sister's head before taking the girl's hand to walk.
"On-only having two flashlights is kinda scary… I don't like the dark…" You can only hurry to their sister, but Ram is taking her time. By "taking her time" you mean that she's trying to find ways to ambush and scare you and Blanc.
"Come on Ram, this isn't time for games."
"Awwwwwwww. Come on, you sound like big sis."
"Come along now." You state strictly.
Ram hops out from behind a corner, a glow in the dark skeleton mask scrunched up over her forehead.
You're starving, and it's dinner time. The fire keeps you company. Rom and Ram are playing games on their DS handhelds together while Blanc reads quietly. The thick, creamy chowder bubbles in the pot on the raging fire. You lazily stir the mixture, glancing at Blanc.
She was looking at you.
Blanc averts her eyes back to her book, not making a sound. Your heart skips a beat or three.
Her nose twitches and she sits up, approaching you.
"It smells good."
"It's just canned soup."
Blanc smiles weakly with just the corners of her mouth. "Does it really matter? I'm sure Rom and Ram are hungry too."
You ladle the soup into bowls and tear open a package of saltine crackers. The four of you sit together, eating in between childish jokes and teasing. Blanc watches your interactions with the twins happily and quietly. As Blanc stands and goes for seconds, Ram tackles you, shoving a blanket into your hands.
"Go Go GO!"
"Huh!?"
"Do it! Take care of big sis for us!" Blanc turns around.
"Wh-what!?" She stays, frozen in place by the fire. Ram grips Blanc's hand and drags the older sister to you.
"Blanc is a dummy that forgot her coat! She's cold but won't say anything! We're cold too!"
Rom helps Ram, pulling the blanket over you two before sneaking in next to her twin. Blanc is silent, a thick blush under her eyes. Her shoulders drop their tension and her head contacts your shoulder.
Ram giggles, shooting under the massive blanket. You take a peek, her and Rom and again playing games together. Blanc retrieves her book, reading.
"Anything you want to say Blanc?" She gasps quietly at your question.
"I. I. This is enough." She tries to focus on her book again, but struggles enough that she resigns and leans into you again.
Though you know she isn't, Blanc's body feels delicate. Blanc is so small, and when she sits in your lap, you can help but wrap her in your arms. Blanc's sandy brunette hair smells like old paper and aged flowers.
"We've barely spoken, yet we're so close."
Blanc stiffens, looking like she holds back a tsunami-like tirade.
"I… I like you." She finally says, gasping for air.
"I also like you." Blanc sighs in relief.
"I thought so… but…" Blanc can't complete her sentence.
"Just talk to me, I like your voice too~" You say. Blanc's blush is unmatched, consuming her whole face.
"T-That doesn't help at all!"
You can feel Blanc's petite hands on your forearms which are over her chest and belly. Her hands slip on their length, intertwining with your hands. Her motions are interspersed with the crackles of the still roaring fire.
"I. I think- I think I love you. I have no reason to, but… I think I do." Blanc confesses.
Ram and Rom emerge, both laughing.
Ram is the first to make a comment.
'JEEEZ, get more muuuushy! This is like one of those silly romance books you read!" Ram manages through bouts of laughter.
"SHUT UP!" Blanc roars, snuggling closer to you somehow. This does everything but repel Ram.
Rom sneaks up from behind.
"Big siiiis, what is thiiiis?" She presents a magazine titled "How to make him notice you".
Blanc rends the magazine from Rom's hands and throws it into the fire.
"STOP STOP STOP! You two convinced me to do this and now you're being MUCH less than helpful!"
"Yeah, because you didn't stop him from stopping my ambush so you could cling to him and go 'I'm scared~!"
Blanc's teeth grind together, she takes both of the girls by the nape of their matching coats and sits them on another couch. They can't stop giggling and Blanc pulls you behind the opposite couch with the blanket.
"Now, let's continue." Blanc takes her spot between your legs, craning her upper body and neck to meet your eyes.
"Would you like to go on a date sometime?" Blanc asks.
"Could we call this a date?"
Blanc thumbs her chin, pondering.
"Sure." She lets herself slide sideways, cradled by your legs and arms.
"I can't hold you like this- here." You lay down, taking Blanc with. It feels like Blanc's whole body fits against your chest. You find yourself fiddling with the trim of her pure white dress among glancing feels of her slender thighs, arms and shoulders. Blanc's skin is as soft as a child and with each touch, you can feel her heart race a little more. In the dim, Blanc's eyes glimmer as she gazes into your eyes from her place on your body.
"Even though… I don't care. I want... " She puckers her lips and reaches towards you, kissing your cheek. Blanc covers her lips with a hand, trying to hide her exuberant smile.
"Kiss me~" She whispers. You hop up, checking for the twins. They're both peacefully asleep in sleeping bags, holding hands. Just how long have you been with Blanc back here?
You let yourself off the couch back, nearly crushing Blanc with your arms supporting yourself, hands on the ground under her armpits. One kiss.
Blanc tastes too good for just one kiss. Her breathing is labored as she resigns, taking your chest as hers again.
"I don't want to be cold. I don't want to be alone. Stay with me. Stay with me always, from now on." She pleads, little tears in the corners of her eyes.
"I could never refuse~"