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Prompt: Resting abreast

YES YOU READ THAT RIGHT. HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, LILTYPHOON! :D

The group had split up; Veloce and Blackbird went one way, Weirin, Keri and Iriel went the other way trying to cover as much ground as they could in the thick forest. As quickly as they went in, night crept up and took everyone by surprise. Once a fire was started, our favorite assassin and sorceress, settled in for the night.

"Good night, Blackbird." Veloce began wearily. "And if you try to molest my unconscious body---."

"What are you doing to do about it?"

"… I'll neuter you."

"Oh, come on. I've had much worse than that!"

The last sentence combined with Blackbird's leery grin forced erotic pictures in the sorceress head. Once she thought of Keritzel, the thoughts disappeared. Surprisingly thinking of Keritzel was an instant libido killer.

"…I'll neuter you with a heated spoon."

A look of horror crosses the assasin's face. "I'll be good!"

And so they fell asleep.

---Next morning---

The sun curiously peeked over the clouds and intruded though poorly constructed curtains of leaves and branches. The beam of light ever so happened to fasten over Veloce's sleeping face.

At first it was nice. It felt warm and the sorceress' head was too full of sleep fuzzies to fully wake up, and so she snuggled deeper into her the soft cushions of velvet and comfort.

What was this?

It was warmth. A love. A tender butterfly kiss that Vocruen used to give her when he would wake her up.

There was a faint trace of a musky, spicy scene of life that she was so unfamiliar with.

She hadn't felt this relaxed or comfortable since she was a young child. The inns had pillows that felt like rocks and actual rocks hurt quite a bit, and so Veloce gave a rare smile and burrowed her face deeper into her pillow.

It felt… happy. Almost like ecstasy.

When was the last time she felt like this? Not Vocruen's promises or Keri's belief in her made her feel the way she did now.

…I don't remember bringing a pillow.

Veloce froze.

I don't think Blackbird had one either.

Veloce opened her eyes, her hand gently rubbed her face like a waking cat…and it took extreme will and exertion not to scream.

Her emerald orbs, the one uncovered by her hand, grew large and the silent scream tangled in her throat. The wraps that served as Blackbird's belt had come during fits of dreaming. And so Blackbird lay on the ground, snoring and dead to the world while her chest was exposed; it turned out that the comfortable pillow Veloce had been snuggling with, ever so happened to be the ninja's chest.

Veloce ripped away, violently landing on her bottom a few feet back.

Why, oh, why didn't Blackbird wear anything underneath? Wraps, bandages, tape! Just something!

Blackbird sat up, blinking at the sunlight, shaken awake by Veloce's actions. With no support, her bust bounced alluringly. The sorceress slapped her hands over her eyes, her normally pale face flushed brightly.

"…Visrin? What's wrong?" The assassin whispered her voice thick with sleep. There was a husky quality in her tone THAT SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN and Veloce flustered once more, her face now burning.

"Nothing! Everything is perfectly fine!" Veloce gasped. Taking a few seconds of silence as, Veloce timidly peeked through her fingers.

Blackbird was bewildered by the other woman's actions. Confused she leaned the ashen haired sorceress, her arm outstretched and her breasts seem to eagerly leap forward.

"ARe you sure you're fine? You look terrible."

"And you are very nude. Rude! You're rude!" Veloce cried out, correcting herself.

"I'm... sorry for being rude? Why are you so far away?" Blackbird asked, her voice tingled with concern and sleep.

"I didn't want to disturb your breast. REST! Your rest!" Veloce bit her tongue, now filled with humiliation. I am a Visrin! I am above all this!

"My br… oh." There was a scuffling of noises as Blackbird gathered her wraps. The sorceress tried to think of anything else: Weirin's contant nagging, the King of Kronzel, Keritzel… oh that did that trick.

"I'm done!" Veloce felt a rush of air as Blackbird plopped noisily in front of her. The sorceress took her hands away and she found herself staring into Blackbird's wide shark-like grin. "I knew you couldn't resist me."

Ten seconds.

That was how long Blackbird as able to count before Veloce got to her feet and rummaged through her bag. "What are you looking for?"

Blackbird grinned nervously, as Veloce spun around, the sunlight reflected off a shining metal in her hand: a spoon as well as a murderous glint in her emerald eyes.

"Now… wait a minute! You were the one molesting me, okay? I'm the innocent one!"

A moment later Blackbird was seen running though the foliage, and Veloce chasing after her waving a flaming spoon.

-Fin?-

THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO DO.