Contributed by: emo-meister emochinchilla. 8D
"S-Sheryl" Alto tried to stammer out before he was rudely cut off by the wrath of a woman scorned.
"Dammit, SAOTEME ALTO! I went out of my way to prepare for this night! I went out and bought the flowers, spent lots of time taking off the petals! Then I bought those scented candles, spent lots of time listening to CDs in the store before I picked the one I liked most, and nearly slapped the cashier when he gawked at me for buying FLAVORED CONDOMS! I spent a lot of money, wasted a lot of my time, and underwent humiliation in a crowded drugstore for this night, and now you go and decide you're not in the mood!" Sheryl was completely red, taking a few deep breaths before continuing, absolutely livid with her boyfriend.
"Explain yourself to me! If I don't like your excuse, I will REALLY make you a Hime!" She screamed at him, with a VERY dangerous glint in her eye.
Alto just walked over to the window without looking at Sheryl. That just made her angrier.
"Alto! Don't ignore me; you ball-less son of a bitch!" She yelled, grabbing him by the shoulder, before slapping him in the face. Ignoring her some more, Alto just walked over to the bed and sat down on it with a sigh, the bed creaking from the impact.
She stormed over in front of him, face red with rage once again, as she stood before him, hands placed on her hips, staring down at the blue-haired head of her not-so-favored-anymore Hime.
"Ocean breeze and vanilla...That was my mother's favorite scent." Were the words that came out of Alto's mouth barely a whisper. Sheryl's eyes widened visibly, as her rage dissipated instantly, replaced with concern for her boyfriend, and shame at herself for verbally castrating him.
"...Oh, Alto...I'm sorry..." She said, as she sat down sideways in his lap, wrapping her arms around him as she leaned in and looked at his downcast expression before giving him a quick kiss on the lips.
She pulled away and looked around, turning and moving in Alto's lap repeatedly, before locating the offending candle that ruined the night of hormonal lovemaking they were supposed to have. With a scowl, she grabbed it, blew it out with a huff, and tossed it out the open window.
After that last bit of excitement in the now candle-less room, she now noticed something pressing against her bottom. She looked down at Alto and smirked. "You bad boy, can't a girl look for something from her boyfriend's lap without getting poked in the ass?" She teased, pushing him down onto the bed by his shoulders, before clapping her hands once again, turning off the lights for the second time.
She then leaned down and threw the covers over both of their bodies, and their moans and giggles continued throughout the night.
Needless to say, Sheryl was not amused the morning after, when she realized she forgot to close the window.
To make matters worse, the candle she threw broke the window of her car.
Needless to say, that was the last time Sheryl Nome would ever buy scented candles.