"Mmmmmh..."

Both panting and gasping for air, Apple couldn't be sure which one of them actually murmured the sound, but by the strong undertone of pure satisfaction that emanated from it, he could it guess that it came from Chamomile.

She was practically purring at the moment, as her breath slowed steadily. His own breath, though, was still ragged and heavy. He couldn't catch it, and he was still somewhat stunned at what he had just done.

His... virginity.

He just lost it, and lost it to Chamomile of all people.

His mind grumbled and cursed nastily, betrayed, but his body told him, There. It wasn't so bad, was it?

No, he was forced to admit grumpily to himself. It was quite nice.

But he was still mortified and embarassed, and his ears flamed as he stared down at Chamomile beneath him, practically glowing, his softening cock still buried inside of her, her legs relaxed but still wrapped around him.

How... awkward.

How should he move away? How does one part after a situation like this? He was confused, flustered, and still shuddering after his orgasm, his body filling with a relaxing warmth he never got to experience much any other time. For some reason, going to sleep seemed like the most desired thing to do right now, and he almost wished they were in a bed somewhere, despite the sun just barely beginning to set. He didn't know what he would do about Chamomile, though... was he supposed to cuddle with her? She seemed like the type who would want to cuddle after sex, but then again, what did he know about post-sex rituals? He didn't want to cuddle with her, but what if it was what he was supposed to do?

Then again - now that he thought about - he wouldn't actually mind being privately affectionate with her, if only after moments like these. He even almost bent down to kiss her, but quickly blinked and gave his head a tiny shake to knock himself out of that train of thought.

What was wrong with him? His breath was finally slowing, but had his brain been deprived oxygen at some point?

He continued to gaze softly down at her as she straightened her bustier back into place, her back still flat on the ground as her cape fanned out under her, her pigtails drooping lazily on the stone ground. She flashed him a languorous grin, suddenly knowing his thoughts and swiftly reacting to them to spare him any ounce of further discomfort.

"Let me up."

"Huh... oh, okay." Apple sat back slowly onto his knees, feeling the air suddenly cold against his now exposed flesh, and he quickly moved to cover himself. Chamomile sat up as well, and leaned against his shoulder, deftly helping him tuck himself back into his pants. He blushed again, but allowed her to do so - she obviously knew the best course of action, and there was less embarrassment for him this way.

Completely still as he sat there, Apple was confounded and overwhelmed as he heard Chamomile humming cheerfully. He couldn't believe it... that's all there was to it? He finally glanced at her, and was surprised to see that she was cleaning up all of his things that had fallen out of his cart earlier. He wanted to stop her, but decided against it. He didn't trust himself to utter anything more than the one question he did have.

"Er... Ch-Chamo... Chamomile." Her name felt foreign as it left his lips.

"Hmmm?"

"I, uh..."

"Oh, don't worry about a thing, Apple! We can figure it out later, and I don't mind doing this. It was my fault." She smiled sweetly back at him. "Besides, I can call out Salad to have her help dry some of this stuff - "

"Well, what I was going to ask, if you'd listen to me without interrupting," Apple half-snapped, sounding and feeling a little bit more like his old self. It didn't phase Chammie though, as she stood up with an armload of ruined things and gazed curiously at him.

"Er... well, what exactly did the Al De Baran alchemist board members want with us?"

Chamomile expelled her breath in a tiny laugh, turning on her heel and heading back toward the main Prontera street.

"Oh... well, that. Yeeeaah, some weirdo alchie was jacking off into the slim potion bottles and selling them back to the guild store. They don't know who it was, so they're requiring samples from all of us. Also, they advised not to sell any white potions for a while, because the rumor got out. That was all!"

Apple stared at Chamomile's retreating back, stunned.

"...What?"

~END~