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Supershayming- I did my best to not oversexualize the scene but keep the passion. It took a while before I was satisfied and I'm glad you were too.
Now, without further ado-
Lying there, I replayed the night over in my head. First I had left my group which, little to my knowledge, contained a murderer. Then, with my ego, I tried to solo the forest, leading to Pina's death. I felt a pang at this, but I knew I would see her again soon. Then, nearing death, he saved me. I'm still amazed how easily he killed those monsters, not to mention he escaped from a group of three guys,,, and heard and caught an eavesdropper… Just how strong is he? I wondered. Continuing the night, I remembered running in to my friends, then away, then being followed by Kirito. Then, her. It sent shudders down my back thinking of her, wildly different from the good shiver's Kirito had been giving me minutes ago. I wish I knew, I could have done something about it.
Oh! I quickly opened my menu and searched my much too long friends list. Looking for my last party, I sighed of relief when I saw their names still active. So they're okay. Good. Hopefully Rosalia will leave them alone and just go for me and the flower. Closing the bright window, I peeked over my shoulder, hoping I didn't wake Kirito. Looking at him, I noticed just how soft his face became when he was asleep, like his stress and worries disappeared with the rest of the world. I smiled and kissed his cheek, careful not to disturb such a peaceful sight.
Back in my thoughts, I thought about our interrupted attempt to eat our dinner, followed by my kidnap and his assault. Blushing, I remembered my outburst and his uncomfortable look, identical when he saw me… my thoughts trailed off, then went back to where I was decent, holding him and crying with him. Frowning, I thought of his furious exit, followed by his explaining when he returned. Guiltily, I thought of him in the bath, and how smooth, yet hard, his skin looked. My mind lingered on that a while. Slowly, I turned slightly, facing his body, again making sure not to wake him. Delicately, I trailed my fingers of one hand over his chest, mesmerized by the prominent muscles under the slenderness.
Smiling, I went back to my former position, and thought, lastly, of how kissing him had been. It was, understating it, an experience. His lips were soft, his hands gentle, his tongue… Blushing again, my breathing became heavy just picturing our escapade. His hands roaming, my on top feeling his smooth skin, our mouths joined and experimenting, and the annoyance of his belt pushing stiffly against my lower region. The experience overall was a good one, even when it ended so abrupty…
Then, what happened, I can't explain. It was as if Kirito, in his sleep, was having the same thoughts. He breathed out a low, 'mmm,' followed by his nestling deeper in to my neck, pulling my body closer so we were touching from head to toe, and his hand lazily reaching up to rest on my breast, cupping me slightly.
Flushing, my eyes went wide and I was unable to move, unsure what to do. If he was still sound asleep, then he couldn't help it and I couldn't be mad. I've never been touched there by another, excluding doctors. It made me feel exceptionally vulnerable and exposed, but not disgusted. Maybe in the future I won't mind this. I wonder if he'd even want to… My breasts were nothing to speak of. Sure, you could feel that they were there, but you wouldn't feel much. Mom always told me to just give it time. I sighed.
Retuning to my predicament, I continued my consideration for the situation. If he was awake though, my mind reeling getting outraged instantly even without a shred of proof, I'm not sure I could trust him anymore. We made clear not to do anything, especially not this fast. Turning my head sharply, my bitterness evaporated; his calm face and slow breathing signaling his continued unconsciousness.
Smiling softly, I reached up for his hand, gripped his fingers, and pulled them up, dragging them towards my shoulder. Feeling his fingers rest on my collarbone, reflexively entangling in the shoulder strap of my dress and bra, I thought, He's not feeling me up so no harm done. I settled back comfortably, closing my eyes and resting my hand on his.
Slowly, I drifted off, enjoying the mere presence of Kirito, so close to me, my sleep peaceful.
*Ring Ring Ringggg*
Stirring, I was aware, my early alarm going off, light barely breaking through the day. I mentally cursed the alarm, though it had been a life saver at times. Being up so early allowed me to spend time alone before my countless fans woke up, ready to jump at the chance to party with me. I wish they wanted me for my fighting, or my personality, or anything besides a cute face and mascot...
Glancing downwards, I noticed that my bed buddy's hands hadn't moved since I removed them from my breast. Good Kirito-kun. I smiled. Reaching over I poked his nose. He simply let out an unintelligible grunt, still awake. Cupping his cheek, I brushed my thumb across his face and leaned in to his ear, "wakey wakey sleepyhead." I was sure my playful words would break his sleep and bring him back from lala-land. I couldn't have been more right, as I would soon regret.
Opening his eyes wide, Kirito tightened his fists, jumped out of the bed, throwing the covers off of both of us in the process, and reached desperately for a sword that he hadn't equipped, breathing hard. Blinking several times, he opened his clenched hand to find two pieces of cloth, one soft and thin, and one more strap-like.
Aghast, I looked down at my shoulder, cloth hanging ripped and limp. The tears weren't too bad. In the real world sewing would have been simple and made it fixable. This was a game though. I watched in horror hearing a shattering behind me, surely Kirito's strips, and then as my dress and bra exploded in colored fragments of code.
Quickly, I covered my chest with my arms and opened my mouth, wanting to yell but nothing except silence coming out. Looking at him, I saw him stare blankly for a second, then immediately about-face. He saw. He saw me, sitting in bed, in nothing but panties.
"I, uh, I, I just, I'm not used to, I'm, I just, I'm sorry Silica-chan," he finally sputtered out. Quickly opening my menu, I equipped the first thing I found, a plain shirt with a small V in the necking. Then, grabbing the blankets he had so kindly threw off my entire body, I pulled them up, covering over my head, not to mention the rest of me.
"I know Kirito-kun. It's not your fault. I'm just going to lie here and die of embarrassment now." As usual, my tears returned. How could I have been so stupid. 'Put his arm there. No harm done.' Oh my god! I just *Click*My mentally beating myself up quickly broke at the sound of the door closing. "K..K..Kirito-kun?" Silence. He left. He saw me mostly naked, and then just left.
I lied in bed, constantly switching emotions. Starting from scolding myself for my actions, to shame over my undeveloped body, to regret that I had woke him up that way, to embarrassment over seeing his expressionless face as he looked over my form, to wonder about if I had covered myself in time and if not, what he thought of me, back to scolding.
Gradually, I calmed down. Well,,, what now? Should I wait for him? Do I find a new party that I hadn't exposed myself to? Maybe I could just stay in bed today until sleep takes me away…
I received my answer in the form of the door opening, some shuffling around and clunky placements, and then a click of the door closing again. Listening, I heard nothing. Whatever presence was in the room had left.
Peeking, I saw a few items placed on the table, a bag, a piece of paper, a bottle of liquid, and a metal platter with a cover on it.
Hesitating, I got up and wandered over to the table, inspecting the items. Recognizing the inn's symbol on the platter, I opened it up, stunned as I saw an Entire cheesecake laid before me. Next to it was special wrapping used to make the perishable food able to be saved for later. Next, I grabbed the bottle, unsure of why he would get me a drink. Reading the label, I saw the words SPICED WINE- CLASS R
A rare wine? Why bother though? Also, how could wine be rare? Clicking on it, I read the description, eyes widening at the words SINGLE CUP INCREASES AGILITY STAT +1 FOR ONE DAY. BOTTLE HAS 6 CUPS REMAINING. DOES NOT STACK Wow, that's extremely powerful. I hadn't even heard of it before. Sitting down in one of the chairs, I broke my amazement, grabbing the note which laid atop of the bag.
Dear Silica-Chan,
I'm extremely sorry about what happened this morning. I haven't slept in someone else's bed since Sachi. Even then, I never held or acted the way with her as I did with you. So when you woke me, I was, to put it lightly, surprised. I was unaware my hand had become entangled in your shoulder straps.
Oh if he only knew…
I didn't really know how to make it up to you but I knew I had to start somewhere. The cake was an obvious purchase. The wine I had in my inventory, never really having anyone to share it with, so I thought at the least you could enjoy and get some use out of it. For the bag, well, I didn't know what you liked so feel free to keep all of them. They're specially made. Figured NPC junk wasn't worth the col.
Them? Putting the note aside for the moment, I opened the bag and peered in. Covering the contents was a seal of storage. PRESS SEAL TO OPEN Why bother with the seal? Pressing it, I soon came to realize the reason. Covering the rest of the table, as well as the chair, was a large pile of clothing.
Perusing the table, I found multiple articles of thin dresses, similar to the one I had been wearing (and one identical one), two piece lounge clothes with the same thinness but softer Was this the game's version of silk?, and what fit the better term of pajamas, long sleeved pieces with pants to match.
Unsure what to do, I looked over the chair, subconsciously know what I would find, though not sure If I wanted to. Sitting there was a large pile of not only bras, all different colors, and materials, but underwear to match, all the correct size. I blinked several times.
He had done all this while I was here? Was I really in bed that long?
I sat there, stunned. He bought all of this for… me? This quality and amount must have cost a small fortune. Why did he go so far though? And just how in the hell did he know my size?
Face considerably darker, I quickly grabbed a modest looking pink pair on top and equipped it, feeling much less exposed with something under my shirt. Unable to look at the rest of the pile, I returned to the note.
I didn't want to just use my col to make up for it but at the moment I'm at a loss of what I can do. The best I came up with is to give you choice. We can continue to the pneuma flower and pretend this never happened, to make up to you by getting you the item. Or, I could have the courtesy to never show my face at whatever floor you are occupying ever again. A simple PM will do if you want. For now, I'm in my room, awaiting your choice. Please take your time and know that whatever you choose, I'll understand.
-Kirito
He's letting me overcome the embarrassment, even if it hurts him. That's so like him. I thought, brushing away a small tear. Putting the note down, I ignored the gifts and walked out of the room.
Sooooooooo. Whatcha think? Review please. I love hearing what you all think of my work. Next chapter soon. I'm writing more today. Hopefully I'll also get my ideas for my other story straight and add a chapter to that.
-Furr