"Exusiai, do you want to hear a story?"

The redhead Sankta in question smiled nervously. Story time with Mostima was almost never a good sign. The blue angel was hardly ever around, but when she was, Exusiai felt a strange unease around the other woman that she tried her best to play off, casually - with dubious results.

"A story? Uh, sure? What's up?" Exusiai cleared her throat, giving the other operator her full attention. "Is this about when you were away?"

"Absolutely," Mostima said, smiling secretively, "it was a big job, you know. I basically had to play messenger and bodyguard for this rich couple… and anyway, the beginning part isn't very interesting."

"It's not?" Exusiai frowned. "I'm sure it is! You're only making it sound uninteresting."

"Nah, trust me, it's not very interesting. Not the beginning part. What you really want to take away is the ending part," Mostima said.

"The ending part?"

"Mm-hmm…~"

The look on Mostima's face told Exusiai all that she needed to know. The fallen angel was leading her somewhere. Stringing her along, playfully, same as always. She just had to work through whatever Mostima was trying to say. With a sigh, she asked the question she knew was going to tell her something she didn't want to hear. "Alright," said Exusiai, "so what happened at the end of the job, then?"

Mostima's smile deepened, and her eyes turned dark. She held her hands behind her own back, staring right through the other Sankta. "Heh heh heh… Well, when all was said and done, the two of them really wanted to thank me. We had a few drinks. Then, the husband asked me why my tongue was blue. He said, 'does everything taste like blue raspberry to you? Do you taste like blue raspberry?' And then I said, 'do you want to find out?'"

Exusiai's eyes went wide. "Oh, no way. You definitely didn't say that."

"I definitely did!" Mostima swayed from side to side, gently, like she was rocking along to a song that only she could hear. "And you want to know what happened next, don't you?"

"What happened? Did the guy kiss you or something?" Exusiai laughed a little bit. If she were drinking, however, then what Mostima said next would have made her spit-take.

"Yep," said the blue-haired angel, "we kissed. Made out, actually…~"

Exusiai took a step back from the sheer surprise. "Whoa, what? No you didn't! I don't believe that. You just KISSED that guy in front of his wife? On the lips? You? You don't even get that physical with other people…" She trailed off, frowning.

"What can I say?" Mostima gave a carefree laugh, shrugging her shoulders lazily, "I was in a good mood. There were drinks involved. Sometimes these things happen."

"You don't say…" Exusiai gulped, pushing her pointer fingers together. "So uh… w-what happened next? Did the wife… get mad?"

"Nah. She was cool with it." Mostima put a finger to her lips, winking secretively. "Especially because… once she saw how much fun her husband was having with me, she decided to join in on the fun…~"

Exusiai shook her head, laughing anxiously. "Alright, alright, you're fucking with me."

"I am definitely not doing that," Mostima said, looking smug as can be. Clearly she was enjoying the look on her fellow angel's face. "I'm being truthful. Why would I lie about something like that?"

"Just to mess with me, obviously," Exusiai said.

"I can mess with you in all manner of ways. But I'm being genuine this time. We sat down on a couch, we had a few drinks," Mostima said, "then the husband asked me if I tasted like blue raspberry, because of my blue tongue." She stuck her tongue out at this point, reminding Exusiai of its unnatural, sharp blueness. "I had him kiss me for a little while; I sat on his lap and just made out with him for five minutes. Then his wife tapped me on the shoulder, asked if she could have some too… and so there I was, sitting on a rich couple's couch, making out with both of them. Kissing their lips, sticking my tongue into their mouths… the guy kept grabbing my ass, and his wife kept trying to undress me. It was getting pretty hot and heavy, ehehe~"

Exusiai went beet-red in the face. Exactly what Mostima was hoping for.

"Did you… you know…" Exusiai trailed off, but Mostima shook her head.

"Nah. We just kissed a little. We didn't take it any further. Maybe they were interested, but I had places to be. I don't have time to fall asleep inside clients' houses. I really shouldn't have even kissed them. But a little slip-of-the-tongue isn't so bad every now and then… am I right, Exusiai~?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Exusiai scoffed, only to look surprised as Mostima came closer.

"Hey, Exusiai… aren't you going to ask?"

"Ask… what?"

"You know what."

Exusiai bit her lip. She looked away, trying (and failing) to play it cool. It was always Mostima who could get her this wound-up. Always, always, always.

Mostima said, "you're not gonna ask?"

"No," Exusiai insisted.

"But you definitely want to ask, don't you? You want to ask if I really do taste like blue raspberry. Or maybe even blueberries? What do you think that married couple tasted when they kissed me, Exusiai?"

Exusiai turned to walk away, but Mostima was already right in front of her, as soon as she turned her head. Speed had nothing to do with it. It was all a matter of time.

"Exxy," Mostima teased, leaning right up to the redhead's face, "do you taste like apple pie? Because I really want to find out…~"

"Hey, stop screwing around," said Exusiai, looking a little irritated, "I have work to do."

"Mm. Me too."

Suddenly, Exusiai feels a hand on her lower back, and she gasps as she's suddenly pulled closer to the fallen angel. Mostima grins.

"You're a real piece of work, Exusiai… maybe I should do you? You know… in all the time we've known each other, we've never once kissed. And I know how much you like affection… sooooo?"

"S-so what…?" Exusiai cursed herself for even stammering. She felt like a schoolgirl again, wilting underneath Mostima's judgment. "You're getting real touchy there, you know. I'm not the same little girl I was before, so you'd better…"

"Ohooo… gonna use that against me, huh? Not gonna cite this as workplace harassment?"

"It's that too."

"I just thought you might wanna combine your apple pie with my blue raspberry, that's all…" Exusiai winced when Mostima reached out with her pointer finger, delicate as a flower, and brushed some of the redhead's hair from her face. She wanted to look at both of Exusiai's eyes. There was no hiding from this. Exusiai could not look away.

There was a stillness between them. No air, except for their now-heavy breathing in the close space. Mostima smiled. Exusiai certainly did not.

"You realize I'm not going away," Mostima said, "unless you ask me, right?"

Exusiai sighed, and Mostima felt it on her face. "Do you taste like blue raspberry," she asked. It was barely even a question. It was a deadpan statement. Nevertheless, Mostima found Exusiai far too adorable to resist.

"You're so cold to me, Ex. Heh heh heh. Now c'mere…~"

One second. It lasted only one second.

But their lips did meet. Exusiai and Mostima kissed, for the first time, right then and there. Mostima pulled away almost as soon as she had kissed the other angel, leaving Exusiai surprised… and even a little frustrated. But something's amiss.

Exusiai suddenly felt an intense heat on her rear end. She blinked with confusion, taking a few steps back. Her mouth was just as hot, and she found she was drooling considerably. Her body was reacting far too strangely from just a simple kiss, and it worried her for a moment, at least until Mostima spoiled the surprise.

"Don't look so nervous," she told Exusiai, smiling smugly, before wiping her mouth with the back of her fist, "you know just how slow I like it."

"Y-you mean…" The horror on Exusiai's face was simply delicious.

"Heh heh… that's right." There was a spark right in front of her face; a mystic twinkle of Arts. "Maybe that kiss was just one second for you, but for me… it was longer. A lot longer. Time doesn't need to move when I put my hands on you. On your face. On your ass…~" The more that Mostima spoke, the more annoyed Exusiai became.

"You stopped time just to kiss me and grope me?!"

"You don't even taste like apple pie," Mostima lamented, "so I cheered myself up by spanking your ass a little bit. Even though time wasn't moving… your butt jiggled so nicely. You have a lewd body, Exusiai… but I like that about you. You're the naughtiest angel I know…~"

"M-Mostima!" Exusiai stomped her foot, angrily. "I'm sick of you using your Arts like that! That's sexual assault!"

"Whoa, whoa… settle down now, Exusiai. I'm only teasing…" Mostima's lazy grin remained on her face, as if plastered there. "So?"

"So?" Exusiai paused, and she scoffed. "Well, you don't taste like blue raspberry."

"It's really frustrating, isn't it?" Mostima's smile widened. A gleeful look. "But I've kissed three people this week, so I'm pretty happy about that. It evens out. And before you ask me, the answer is yes: you're the best person I've ever kissed."

"I was not going to ask that," Exusiai assured, blushing intensely. "Mostima, you freaking…"

She trailed off, watching as Mostima took a small pack of candy from her pocket, and popped a blue one into her mouth.

"Your technique could use some work, though. I can be your kissing coach. And this time, I'll really taste like fruit. Sounds yummy, doesn't it~?"

"Oi!" Exusiai put up her fists, like she was getting ready to start boxing. All the while, she took steps away from Mostima, who could only giggle and walk closer, and closer, and closer. "I don't care how fruity you are! Get away! Texas, help!"