"um… what's this?" Nanoha shook the bottle.
The doctor struck out his chest. His voice smug. "zey arre my patented fertility drrrugs. Boz of you are to take it once a day for ze next month vhen I'll see you again. And, no sex of any kind. You understand?"
They both displayed horror. "Why?" They whined together.
"vell, forrr zis to vork you need to heighten ferrrtility and rrreception to ze max. And ze best vay to do it is vithout doing it." He chortled at his little joke.
They didn't find it funny.
"So why do we need the pills?" Fate asked not at all pleased with this arrangement.
"To make you extrrra horrrny." As well as for more complex reasons he didn't feel the need to disclose since it would go over their heads anyway.
Fate rubbed her temples. She could feel the beginnings of a migraine. "So you're telling me. I'll want to… with my wife and I can't touch her for a month."
"You can touch, but no sex." The doctor smiled pleasantly as if he didn't ask her to end her love life.
Quick as lightening, which was surprising since she usually wasn't so fast, she grabbed the doctor by the collar of his Hawaiian shirt. He wasn't shocked. He expected this reaction and wondered when it would come. He just wished she'd stop shaking him. His poor bones couldn't take it.
"Are you insane?"
"Nanoha." Fate placed a hand on her wife's shoulder hoping to calm her, even though she wanted to go at him too. But, she was an officer. She couldn't attack people just because she didn't like them or their ideas. They had to be civil about this.
She let him go and turned to her wife. "Fate-chan! There is no way. No way." Her eyes lost focus. She began rambling, "A month. A month. No kissing. No hugging. No eating Fate-chan."
The enforcer heard her wife's chatter in the background, but her mind focused on being eaten. She blushed. Then she spotted the doctor's smirk. The color drained from her face. She pointedly glared at him. He waved his hand, his happy-go-lucky-smile irritating her to know end. I should let Nanoha have her way with you. Then I'd like to see you. You-good-for- nothing perverted old man. Her internal rant and their staring contest, testing Fate's patience, broke when Nanoha buried her face into Fate's chest and began crying.
"I can't stand a month without you! You might as well tell me to stop breathing."
Fate rubbed circles around her back. As she comforted her, she sent the man a death glare blaming him for this mess. Then focused on her honey. "There. There. Everything will be fine." After I get that doctor! "You can do this." Once he's begging for mercy! "You've done it before, and it was much longer than a month." Vengeful thoughts ceased as the image of Nanoha alone night after night waiting for her return came to mind. That was all her fault. She sighed, and silently gave an unspoken apology to her wife and the doctor.
"That was because I had no choice, and you were away on missions. But, you're here. You'll be with me and I can't do anything to you."
"Would it be better if I wasn't home?"
Immediately, Nanoha tightened her hold on her. "No! That's even worse! I want you always by my side."
"So what's the problem?"
"I can't see you and not do it." Nanoha whispered. Fate understood because she was the same way. This next month was going to be long and torturous. She winced just thinking about it.
"I'm glad you find me irresistible Nanoha. But, we have to do this, and no one said we couldn't kiss or hug. We just can't have sex."
"Fate-chan, since when do we just kiss or hug? We always end up doing it. There is not one day that goes by when we're not."
Fate thought about it. It was true. They could just stare into each other's eyes and they'd end up making love. Actually, that happened just this morning. She rubbed her temples. Yeah, definitely a migraine.
"Well, we just have to learn some restraint. You do want a baby right?"
Nanoha nodded.
"So that's it. Just think about that every time you want to jump me." She sent her a winning smile.
It irritated her. How can she be so calm about this even going so far as smiling! Nanoha pushed Fate away, "Don't make it sound like I'm the only one. You're just as bad."
Fate leaned into her disgruntled wife's personal space, and whispered to her ear. "You can't fault me for loving you. If it were up to me I'd never let you go."
Nanoha blushed.
"You're cruel Fate-chan."
"Really? But you look like your enjoying it."
"I would have enjoyed it more. If we could actually-"
She didn't need to hear the rest. She quickly cut in, "No one said we had to begin abstinence today. We can start tomorrow."
Nanoha brightened. "Then prepare yourself Fate. T. Harlaown for today your all mine!" If she was going to last a month without then she'd gorge all day in preparation for the coming days of fast.
Fate inwardly giggled. Oh! I'm going to have to book a hotel room. It would be the worst if Nanoha's parents or Vivio walked in on them. "Bardiche."
"On it. Sir."
Ah! Life was good.
"Fate is something wrong?" Shiro stood before the couch Fate was preparing. In his hands, his sleeping aid, a cup of milk.
"Wrong? Why would you think something's wrong?" She tucked the blanket into the folds.
"You've been sleeping on the couch for the past three nights, and my daughter looks miserable." He sipped his drink as he eyed her over the rim.
She froze as she felt his intense gaze criticize her. As a former assassin turned bodyguard, she could imagine herself strung to a tree. A few knives, in the bark, outlined her body. He stood a few feet away shrouded in black, the glint in his eyes menacing as he gripped his last knife, held it to where his lips would be, then let it sail. The sharp point aimed for her flesh coming ever closer. "I'm innocent!"
He raised an eyebrow at her outburst and reached out to comfort her.
Caught in her delusion, she shrank back.
He walked around the couch and sat on the love seat one foot resting on his knee.
Fate relaxed and went back to preparing her bed. When she was done Shiro still sat their enjoying his milk as he watched her. She sighed. Now she knew from where Nanoha got her stubbornness. "It's just a small argument. No big deal."
"Hmm. Fooled me."
"Really. It'll blow over and everything will be back to normal. Nothing to worry about."
"Hmm… Well, you're both grown women. I'm sure you'll solve this problem soon." He stood up and pat her head while walking by. "Good night Fate."
"Good night." She called to his retreating back. Her heart panged. Was it because she lied to him, or because he was disappointed in her? She shook her head. She didn't do anything wrong.
"Morning Beautiful." Fate hugged Nanoha from behind and kissed her head.
Nanoha was too busy cooking breakfast to notice someone approach. "Morning. Slept good?" Held captive by her soft hearted enforcer, Nanoha and her human accessory fluidly moved around the kitchen, going from one spot to the next. Days of practice brought about by Fate clinging onto her after she returned from long missions produced their effortless synchronization.
"Horribly. You?"
"Alright."
The taller woman tilted her head and scrutinized her.
"Okay. It was bad." Nanoha playfully slapped her shoulder then kissed her cheek. "Happy now."
"Hmm very."
"Remind me, why we are doing this again?" Nanoha commented on their sleeping arrangements while setting down Fate's breakfast.
"Because we were ordered to celibacy and we can't keep our hands of each other when we're alone. The last few times we were saved by," she tapped a finger as she listed, "Hayate's phone call, Vivio barging in, your parents calling us, something urgent at work... Am I missing anything?"
"The time you fell off the bed."
Fate frowned as Nanoha laughed. "It's not funny."
"Aw honey." Nanoha stroke her head. She saw her close her eyes. Felt her lean into her touch and hug her waist. She pictured a fluffy golden tail wagging vigorously. Inwardly, she giggled. Should she tease her little puppy? Nah. She was just too cute right now.
A few moments later.
"Still I don't think this is my best idea." Fate commented, about them sleeping separately, after taking a bite of food.
"I already told you that."
Fate stuck her tongue out. Nanoha returned the gesture.
"Anyway, your dad's getting worried."
"Really?"
Fate nodded. "We talked yesterday. He was wondering why I've been on the couch the past few nights. So I told him we were arguing."
"Why'd you say that? Of course he'll worry."
Fate placed down her fork. "Well, what should I have said?"
Nanoha frowned at her hostile tone. Then her blood bubbled and inflamed her cheeks. "I don't know! But not that!"
"Oh! So saying, 'I'm sorry Shiro. I can't sleep with your daughter because I can't stop touching her.' Is so much better!"
"No. But, you should have said something else."
"That was the best I could come up with! Why are we even arguing about this?"
"I don't know! Why are you yelling?" Nanoha heatedly remarked.
"Why am I yelling? Why are you?"
Ou! She was really getting on her nerves. Nanoha turned away from her. She reached for her hot cup of tea when it exploded. The hot drink ran across the counter and around islands of ceramic pieces.
Fate looked from her to the counter. "What happened?"
"I don't know. It just suddenly shattered."
Fate grabbed the garbage can and some cleaning supplies. Together they cleaned up the mess. When they were done, they looked at each other and said in unison, "Sorry." Then giggled.
"I'll figure out something else." Fate's gaze drifted to her black stocking covered knees. "Is it okay if I share your bed again?"
Nanoha chuckled and moved to sit on her lap. Her wife's arms automatically enfolded her as rose colored eyes peered into sapphire. "Silly. You don't have to ask. We are married. But, sure I'd love to have you." She captured soft lips producing a moan from her golden haired angel.
"Achem!"
Immediately, they broke apart and hurriedly fixed up skewed and unbuttoned clothes.
"Ah heh. Morning dad." Nanoha jumped off Fate. Her elbow accidently rammed into her wife's stomach and she oufphed. Ignoring her, she ran to her father and gave him a kiss on the cheek while Fate rubbed her abused belly.
"Morning Nanoha, Fate" He nodded in her direction. "It's good to see you getting along again." Shiro smiled.
"Uh yeah. Told you it was no big deal." Fate said.
"Here." Nanoha placed breakfast in front of him.
"Thank you. It smells good."
Tap. Tap. Tap. Squeak. Clomp. Clomp. Tap. Tap. Chatter. Chatter. Clomp. Squeak. Tap.
The sounds came in through the wide open door of a Captain T. Harlaown's office and bombarded her sensitive ears. She clamped her hands over them. Ah! Blessed silence. She then glanced at the paper work on her desk. Began reading a page and grabbed a pen to make her usual remarks. Tap. Tap…. She grit her teeth while her hand clenched the pen. Slamming it down, she pushed against the table. The chair squeaked as it rolled. She winced. Then stood up, marched to her door, and slammed it shut.
The loud bang startled her colleges and they looked to her office, wondering what was up with her.
Fate reclaimed her seat and closed her eyes. It was beautifully silent. Grabbing her pen, she went back to work.
Meanwhile, a hop, skip, and jump away from the Bureau's main office, where Fate was currently writing reports, laid the Military Academy of Special Services. There was nothing special about it. Students learned basic combat, basic tactics and strategy, basic flying and self control, and so on. It was just away to get a cool acronym, MASS.
Working for this nifty school was the one person that justified the special, in special services. Showing outstanding skill since the tender age of nine, climbing the ranks and becoming the youngest combat-instructor in the history of the TSAB, hated by some professors loved by most of her students, and the wife of an equally astonishing enforcer, the one and only Nanoha Takamachi Harlaown. Also referred to as the Ace of aces or white devil depending on a person's opinion.
Currently, she stood in front of her students explaining the objectives of today's lesson and went on to a mock combat between instructor and students.
"Sir. Incoming call from Raising Heart."
"Put it through." She answered absent mindedly as she twirled her pen between her fingers, thinking of how to phrase her thoughts.
"Fate-chan!"
Hearing the alarm in Nanoha's voice, her pen stopped twirling and gave her full attention to the holographic screen. "What's wrong?"
Nanoha stepped away from the camera to reveal a bunch of students writhing on the floor. Fate smiled. Yep that was the work of her wife. Then the camera drew closer to the students and she raised an eyebrow at what she heard. "Nanoha, why are they laughing?"
Nanoha came into view. "That's it. I don't know. I just did what I usually do. A few stun shots, they weren't even powerful, but they dropped out of the sky and then this." She showed her the students with tears in their eyes, begging for the tickling to stop.
Fate rubbed her chin. "That's strange," Nanoha's students usually cringed in pain after a magic attack, "Did you call Shamal?"
"Yes. She couldn't find anything wrong with them."
"Hmm. How long?"
"Fifteen minutes."
Weak shots don't last that long. Unless it wasn't weak. But, Nanoha's a professional. She knows how to control magic. An image of an exploding cup. Her gaze refocused on the screen. "Nanoha have Shamal examine your linker core." She suspected magic imbalance to be the culprit, but why Nanoha was experiencing those symptoms was beyond her.
"Um. Okay?"
"Don't worry honey. Everything will be okay."
Nanoha smiled and signed off.
The pen started twirling again as Fate read what she wrote.
Nanoha took her exam, was checked out as healthy and the weird occurrence was written off as some fluke. Now she was currently, lying in bed with Fate standing before her in her black pajamas looking ecstatic.
"I found the answer to our problem."
"What problem?"
Fate eyed her as if saying seriously Nanoha how could you forget.
"Oh right." Nanoha laughed sheepishly. Although, she didn't think of their desire to be intimate as a problem.
"These." Fate presented her solution from behind her back.
Nanoha eyed them. Her blue eyes deepened and grew hazy as she threw a sensual smile. "Well, if you're into bondage I don't mind."
Her wife reddened and began spluttering. "I-its n-not for that. Moe. Nanoha."
She couldn't hold it any longer. Her shoulders shook as she laughed.
Fate pouted only intensifying her wife's yipping.
"Ah! (breath) sorry." Nanoha whipped her eye while giggling.
"No you're not." Fate accused.
"Your right." Before she could react, Nanoha quickly changed the subject. "So what's the handcuff's for?"
Fate raised her nose and explained her ingenious idea.
"Mmm. Hmm. So after we tie ourselves up. How will we get free in the morning?" Nanoha cooly remarked.
Fate smirked. "I have the password. All I have to do is tell Bardiche and we're free. Pretty good right? I think I've outdone myself this time." Fate she held a happy dance in her head.
"Not so fast." Nanoha raised her hand palm out, halting Fate's parade. "If it takes only one word from you. How can I trust you won't just say it when you please and have your way with me while I'm tied up?
Almost supplicant, Fate kneeled on the ground, and gently grasped her hands. "Come on Nanoha. You know I won't take advantage of you."
"I have one word for you. Camaroon." Nanoha unmercifully shot down.
Fate shifted uneasily as she remembered, then grew steady. "Really Nanoha. That was our honeymoon. I was young, full of lust, and you were." Her eyes grew dreamy as she remembered. They were in the tropics alone, no one around for miles. She had just come out of their cabin. Her bare feet walking across the hot grainy sand with a bowl of fruit she prepared. She smelled the salty sea air and heard the wave's crash along the shore with the squawking of seagulls over head. Then there, bathing under the hot sun was her new wife. Her sheer white lace fluttered, carried by the gentle sea breeze. Her innocent face relaxed in sleep. She couldn't stop herself. "How could I not take advantage under those circumstances? And as I recall you liked it."
"Pleasure aside. You're weak to temptation Fate-chan."
"You know that hurts."
"The truth hurts."
"So what do you want to do?" Fate asked.
"I'll have the password."
Fate shook her head. "Oh no."
"What? Why?" Nanoha asked incredulously.
"Arbernicha."
Nanoha thought about it. It was their first family vacation. They were on a cruise ship. Vivio was away playing with her new friends. The TV was playing in the background. Fate was lying on the bed exhausted from the marathon of sporting events she was dragged into by some of the other vacationers. Nanoha admittedly had a few drinks that loosened her up. But, her sun colored hair fanned around her, her chest heaving up and down in her tight black shirt, her long legs exposed by yellow sports shorts. She couldn't resist. "Oh. Hehe. Looks like we're both weak."
"So if it's not me. Or you. Who can we trust with the password?" Fate threw out as her mind drew up a list of people.
"Not my parents that would be too embarrassing." Nanoha commented.
"Yeah, and they might worry."
Nanoha stared.
"What? Your dad worries okay."
Nanoha shook her head while shrugging. "Whatever you say."
Thinking better of arguing with her, Fate moved on. "Hayate's out. We won't hear the end of it."
Nanoha nodded. "How about Yunno."
Fate frowned. She had nothing against him. But, she wasn't comfortable with the idea.
Nanoha got the hint. "Okay no. So um…"
They both brightened at the same time and together announced, "Vivio."
Right after she said it, Nanoha felt uneasy about it. Her daughter will see her cuffed. Wouldn't it be strange?
Fate noticed Nanoha begin to frown as she had second thoughts. "She won't laugh at us."
"But, she'll think it's weird." Nanoha said.
"She's a big girl. She won't think we're any weirder than usual, and she's the best we've got."
"Wait. She thinks we're weird?" Lines of worry appeared across her forehead and around her eyes. Fate found it adorable.
Aw! She cares how our daughter sees her. Well, every parent cares, but that's beside the point. "Nanoha." Fate counseled, patting her hand, while wise red eyes gazed at her innocence. "Every parent is weird. Just look at Lindy and your parents."
"I see your point."
"So you're okay with this?"
Nanoha hesitated then nodded.
"Good. Let's go get her." Fate stood up from the floor. She didn't get past her first step. Her wrist held in Nanoha's grasp. She looked back at Nanoha's timid expression.
"Now?"
"I think now is the best time." Fate said gently.
Nanoha's head bowed. "Okay." She let go. Her hand limp fell to the bed.
Fate stood for a moment indecisive. "Do you want to stay here? I could talk to her alone."
Nanoha shook her head. "No. I'll come with you. Just give me a moment."
"Okay."
It turned out there was nothing to worry about. Vivio chalked up this new curious thing her parents were doing as adult stuff and left it at that. Also, she was more than happy to help. Especially, when they agreed, although reluctant, to let her tie them up. She didn't know, but restraining her parents was both exhilarating and wrong.
After she clasped her last cuff, she uttered, "Good night. Nanoha-mama. Fate-mama." She gave each of them a kiss on the forehead and tucked them in just as they did for her.
"Good night sweetie." Their voices rang. They had hugged her before so now they watched her leave, giving them one last smile before turning out the lights and closing the door.
"She's a good kid." Fate said.
"Yep." Nanoha announced proudly. "Good night Fate-chan."
"Good night."
Thirty minutes later, the bed sheets rustled as Nanoha tried to find a comfortable sleeping position in her current limited state. She was envious of her bedmate resting so quietly.
"If I'm grouchy in the morning. I'm blaming it on you Fate-chan." Nanoha grumbled while trying to turn for the hundredth time. Her wrists were above her with the chain linked between the cuffs wrapped around the metal post. She lay on her side comfortably, but that's it. And she liked sleeping on her stomach.
"Do you want a kiss good night?" Fate hopefully said.
The bed rustled.
"Ow! You didn't have to kick me." Fate whined as her side throbbed, and she couldn't even rub it.
Nanoha grinned in triumph. "Feel some of my pain."
"I didn't kick you!"
"Well, I can't sleep!"
"That's not my fault!"
"Yes it is! This was your idea! And it's stupid!"
"You didn't say so earlier!... Ow! What was that for?" Her aching side, it was sure to be bruised in the morning.
Nanoha didn't bother answering. She humphed and laid with her back to Fate. Eventually, she fell asleep. By morning, she was practically cuddling with her wife.
Then sapphire eyes fluttered open. Her first image of the day was a smirking Fate. "I see you slept fine."
"No thanks to you."
Fate stretched her neck interlocking their lips. "Good morning." She said upon parting. A bit out of order from usual, but she was good with it.
"Morning." Nanoha mummbled. Feeling her hands still tied, she searched for Vivio. "Where is she?"
"She still has five minutes."
"What will we do till then?"
"Well usually I'd do this and that. But," Her chains clinked as she wriggled, drawing Nanoha's attention to the infernal cuff's. Then she turned back to Fate as she continued. "So here are our options. We rest, talk, or cuddle."
"I guess I'm resting." Nanoha closed her eyes, missing Fate's pout.
She was really hoping for cuddling. I guess she's still mad at me.
Nanoha inwardly smirked as she sensed the depressed aura rolling off her sensitive partner. She moved her leg, feeling cotton bed sheets turn into warm smooth skin of her wife's longer legs. She wrapped her own around them.
Fate's eyes widened at the new warmth. Curious, her gaze drifted to her wife. They grew hooded as she fondly stared at her cherub face and long earthy hair. She wished she could run her hands through it. Instead, she enjoyed her nearness and the steady rise and fall of her chest.
"Testarossa" Signum ran up to her sparring partner.
"Hmm." Fate answered.
"Where are you going?"
"Some place cool." She fanned herself.
"You look flush. You should see Shamal."
"No. I'm good. It's just so hot." She began unbuttoning her black enforcer jacket and took it off. It didn't help much.
"Sir. It's seventy degrees out. Normal for this time of year." Bardiche interjected, even though he wasn't asked.
"Huh." She fanned herself with her hand. She could have sworn it was ninety, although it wouldn't make sense. It was only the middle of spring.
"Testarossa." Signum said with concern.
"I'm fine. You know what. I'm going to hit the showers." She then sprinted for the training facility, which also held the locker rooms.
Signum watched her go. She couldn't follow because she had places to be. I'll just check on her later.
In the washroom, Fate quickly stripped down and turned on the shower. When she stepped in it wasn't cold enough, so she moved the handle till the bottom or ice cold.
Cool water trailing down her flushed skin raised goosebumps. She gasped. Her eyes closed and she raised her face to the rain. This hit the spot. However, her respite was short lived. From the pit of her stomach, she felt a pressure that extended outward. It coursed through her body, and despite the cold spray, she grew hot. So dreadfully hot, as if she was roasting in an oven. Maybe I should see Shamal. That was her last coherent thought. After that, her mind grew hazy. She found herself captive to a wild fantasy. An experience a kin to a fever induced dream.
She hunched over. Arms braced against the sturdy wall. Her chest heaving as she desperately fought for oxygen. She didn't notice too lost in the heat and fantasy.
Then right as it was getting good the dream as sudden as its manifestation went poof. Gone. It left her only the lingering frustration to remember it. She didn't dwell on it long. For another more incessant sensation quickly washed it away.
The once refreshing water now felt as shards of ice, sapping the remaining warmth from her pale flesh. Her eyes jolted open. Her wooden legs stumbled as she tried to escape. That's when, the lights abruptly cut out, throwing her into pitch darkness.
After a few moments when it didn't come back on, she heard shouts from the other stalls. All complaints about who shut the lights and to turn it back on already.
Her teeth shattered. Where was that darn handle? She finally found it and turned off the water. A moment later, the lights flickered and turned on.
Later she found out that the facility as well as several Bureau buildings around the area experienced a freak power outage. Personal investigating the cause said it was because of an electrical overload that blew the switch.
Days later, in her office at the enforcers department, Fate groaned. Her head rested on her arms lying on her desk. An almost half empty bottle of pain relief rested near a picture of her family. She had an intense headache running strong for the past few hours with no end in sight.
She heard a tentative knock before her office door slowly squeaked open.
"Captain Harlaown?"
"What?" Fate moaned. The sound muffled.
"I have some papers you need to sign." The nameless person looked at her superior with pity. For a while, she had been scary but now she looked like a tired woman.
"Leave it on my desk. I'll look at it later."
"Okay."
Fate heard clomping heels, the rustling of paper, and the squeak of the door as it slid shut.
"Sir. File received from Raising Heart."
Her ears perked as her stomach grew queasy. Lately, Nanoha had been ruthless. Maybe it's the lack of sleep. Despite her grievances, they continued with the cuffs every night. They even bathed separately. Took turns changing or did so in separate rooms. They also made sure they were never alone together, and it somehow worked. But, she knew they were both going crazy.
For one, Nanoha developed a sadistic pleasure in torturing her with turn ons. She would flutter those long luscious lashes over her stunningly dark blue passionate orbs, slyly touch her in indecent places, or move a certain way. Like today where she bent over to pick something up and shook her bottom in her face. She could still feel the prickling from her nails biting into her tender palms. She was just lucky Vivio and her parents-in-law were there. Otherwise, she would have grabbed that bootie and more.
Her ability to tone down her affection in front of others, usually at the cost of her own dignity, was her one good point. At least it saved them and kept Nanoha in check. That shameless rascal knew exactly what pushed her buttons. Since, after her little displays, she always gave her a sinister smirk and innocent wink. She never knew before, but thanks to this, she now did. She married a scheming sex fiend.
Worst yet, she even invaded her dreams. Her, as of late, intense, hot, and sweaty dreams. She just couldn't escape from her. But at least in some of her fantasies she could feel satisfied. That is until she woke up and her little imp broke her tranquility.
She sighed as she contemplated opening the file. It probably wasn't good. She would most likely feel frustrated. But, still she lifted her head from the table and calmly leaned back into her chair. "Open it Bardiche."
The file opened. There were at least twenty pictures. She looked through them one by one, spending a good amount of time digesting each image. How does she have time for this?
"Um…Captain?"
On pure reflex, her hand within a blink of an eye pushed a button and closed the screen as her shin banged against the sharp ledge near the bottom of her desk. "Yes. What?" Behind the cover of the wood panel, she brought her foot up and rubbed the sore spot.
The guy eyed her flushed appearance curiously before stating his purpose. "I need the file on Robinson."
She handed him the file, closed the door, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Now then, back to that file. By the time she finished she was a stiff statue. It slowly cracked and movement started anew. Her breathing and pulse were erratic, her palms sweaty, and her muscles tight. That's it Nanoha. I'm going to have you begging me for mercy. Now all she needed was a plan. After minutes of contemplating, she held a dark grin.
At the military training academy a student with long black hair and a monotone voice intoned, "I sense the presence of devils."
Her fellow classmates glanced at her with concern. When the usually quiet girl spoke, it was always a bad omen.
A minute later there instructor showed up beaming radiantly. "Good evening." She sing-songed.
Then again, there was always a first.
"Good evening ma'am" They saluted. They all, except for one lone dark haired girl, smiled, thinking if she was in such a good mood she might go easy on them in today's training.
How wrong they were. For sixty minutes later, they lied unmoving and complaining about their crazy instructor.
Just then, a young girl with bouncing long blond twin tails skipped onto the training ground. "Wai!" She cheered hands on face as she caught the eye of the floating white devil, who settled across the sea of wreckage, looking at her curiously. She immediately bounded around the prone students and rushed to her side. "You're Mrs. Takamachi! Right! Mrs. Takamachi! I've always wanted to meet you! Wai! Wai! Wai!" The girl bounced in place, excited to meet her idol.
"Are you-" Wow. Now that she was up close. The girl was a dead ringer of her wife. If it weren't for the violet eyes and her extreme jubilant nature, she would have said it was Fate at age twelve. "Um.."
"Sia! My name's Sia! Mrs. Takamachi! It's an honor to meet you!"
"Sia, I'm in the middle of class-" Before she could shoo her away the girl interrupted.
"I know! I know! Can I join! Pppllleeeeaaaassseeee Mrs. Takamachi! PPPPPLLLLLEEEeAAAASSSSEEE!" The girl placed her hands in front and bowed.
The students glanced at the girl in disbelief. Could she not see their condition? Was she a masochist? Or just plain crazy? Because no normal person would willingly wish for pain or temporary paralysis. In effort to save her, their eyes pleaded for her to run away. "Go. Save yourself." They mentally cried. But, she hadn't heard a word, and they felt sorry for the disillusioned girl. They couldn't fault her because sixty minutes prior they were just as excited to be in Mrs. Takamachi's class. You couldn't say you were the student of the Ace of aces and not be happy. She was a galactic hero, but apparently, to be a good one you had to be crazy.
"Um. Sia?" the girl looked at her with adoring eyes, making it rather difficult to reject her plea. "Don't you have class?"
The girl vigorously shook her head, "School just ended! And I ran all the way here! So I can finally meet you! Can I stay? I want too! I REALLY WANT to spar with YOU!"
Nanoha checked with raising heart, and it was true. Elementary school ended five minutes ago. "Okay."
"WAI! WAI! WAI!" the girl bounced up and down and around, making Nanoha dizzy.
She grasped her shoulder to stop all the bouncing and could feel all her little muscles twitching. This girl has too much energy. Well at least she'll put it to good use. "How about you put on your barrier jacket, and we can begin."
The girl nodded, practically shaking.
Nanoha let go and let her change.
With a flash of golden light, the girl stood in her barrier jacket.
Her jaw would have dropped, but she clenched it. This Fate look alike was uncanny. Even the barrier jacket was the same. Her mind's eye merely had to replace violet with red and she saw Fate, black cape, white skirt with a red belt, and skin tight black leotard and leggings. She shook her head it must be a coincidence. She raised her staff. "You ready?"
The girl grasped her ax tightly. "YES!"
Without a word, Nanoha launched a few dozen pink orbs. The girl flashed and reappeared behind her. She was surprised by her speed, but blocked her swing with her staff.
The girl smiled mischievously.
"Eh!" She hadn't sensed an attack. But, she now felt tingles throughout her body as something connected with her spine. She couldn't even call it an attack. It felt too… um… nice. She shook her head and sent a few more orbs, watching as the girl skillfully dodged or swatted them away. She was impressed. The girl had skill. Maybe, she should make an acceptation and let her participate as a regular in her class.
A few volleys went back and forth. After batting away an orb, Nanoha smiled. She found herself in a strong binding spell. The girl clearly knew her basics. Let's see how good you are. She broke free before the attack, and flew straight for her opponent with attacks of her own.
Her grin grew as the girl kept up with her pace.
The students watching from below were also impressed that a lone girl could go head-to-head with their crazy instructor.
Seeing an opening, the girl took it.
"EH!" Nanoha flew back, and glared at the innocently smiling girl. She just! She just! Her breast throbbed; the sensation even more pronounced than usual. Her mind was going to the gutter. She shook it. Attacks like that happened sometimes.
The girl suddenly disappeared and she found herself bound again.
"Strawberry panties! So cute! Mrs. Takamachi!"
It was a whisper spoken right to her ear.
A vein on her forehead started pulsing. That no good little perverted kid! You're nowhere near my Fate-chan! Who cares if you look like her! She never told me that in battle! Even though I gave her plenty of opportunities to look! She was always a respectful Lady! But You! You need a lesson in manners!Without further a due, she broke through the binding.
Right when the binds broke the girl hugged her from behind and squeezed rather soft mounds.
Nanoha refused absolutely refused to make another sound. With clenched teeth and a burning desire to put the little punk in place, she unleashed her fury.
It was surprising. The girl handled everything she threw at her with ease. Of course, she acquired a few scrapes and bruises along the way, but not as much as she should have.
At the same time, a nagging feeling in the back of Nanoha's mind wished to be heard. She pushed it away. If she had listened, she wouldn't have been so surprised. She would have noticed the girl's movements were too familiar to a certain someone to be a coincidence. Then again, her head was clouded lately.
Nanoha inhaled deeply. I need to calm down. Can't let this girl continue to fool me. Resetting her stance, she eyed the letch disguised as an innocent little girl.
The girl took one glance at her opponent and smiled. Looks like she's getting serious. She giggled. This will be fun.
After a stolen kiss, some torn clothes, and a few lumps on a blond head, the two opponents found themselves flat on their backs lying side by side, breathing heavily.
"Punk!"
"My idol!"
"Pervert!"
"My Hero!"
"Molester!"
"I love you!"
"Sorry to disappoint your delusional fantasy." She winced. She really didn't even want to be in them. "But, I'm happily married to the love of my life."
"Oh! She sounds special!"
"She is." Nanoha smiled fondly before she turned sour. "And she's nothing like you."
"Oh really. Then can you tell me how I'm like."
That voice soft and gentle nowhere near the high-pitched monstrosity grating on her sensitive ears from before. Nanoha turned her head to the girl, who disappeared in favor of a woman with long blond hair and twinkling red eyes.
"Fate-chan! You! You!... If I wasn't so tired I'd starlight break you right now."
"Oh! I think you've hit me enough." Fate pointed to the multiple lumps on her head. "See. I'm sure I'm going to feel them in the morning. But, I accept. When you feel better you can starlight break me all you want."
Nanoha chuckled. "Masochist."
Fate shook her head. "Nope. I don't like pain. Just you. Besides your starlight breaker makes me feel all warm and tingly."
"Masochist."
Fate sighed.
They lay in silence looking at the clouds floating by.
"Fate-chan?"
"hmm."
"How did you change into an annoying little girl?"
"Vivio taught me her transformation spell. I just tweaked it a bit."
"I see."
"By the way, she's having some friends sleep over."
"Corona and Rio?" Nanoha inquired.
"Yeah."
A few minutes later.
"Don't think you're off the hook Fate-chan."
"No. Not yet. Maybe tomorrow when you forget all about this." Suddenly, Fate found herself trapped within pink bindings.
"Funny." Nanoha called from her vantage in the sky.
"I thought so." Fate told her angel.
Nanoha pointed her staff down. "Prepare yourself Fate-chan for your rightful punishment."
"You know I had a dream like this. Only it was the other way around." Fate commented.
Nanoha almost dropped from the sky. "Fate-chan? Are you" She began blushing. "Are you into bondage?" She spat out quickly. A few moments later when Nanoha began perspiring from waiting so long Fate finally answered.
"No. At least I don't think so."
"Oh." Nanoha grasped her staff and set it in line with her hostage. "Fate-chan?"
"Hmm."
"Why are you still lying there?" She could have easily escaped from those bonds, yet she didn't.
"No reason. I'm just admiring the view." With her suddenly heightened vision, she could clearly see Nanoha's panties and drops of sweat rolling down her legs. She inwardly snickered. Even though she'd seen her wife in less, peering through openings in clothes and imagining her beautiful wife without any was still pleasurable.
"Is that all?"
Fate smiled brightly. "Yeah."
"Oh." She charged up five orbs and without a trace of mercy released them upon her docile spouse.
As the first orb connected, Fate immediately felt something off in the attack. There was no pain or numbness. She couldn't really define it.
"Eh heh. Are you okay Fate-chan?" When she landed, she noticed Fate was flushed and panting. I think I over did it? It was strange since she could take a lot more than five orbs.
"No."
Nanoha didn't take it to heart. She sat beside her, gently grasped her head, and rested it on her lap. Her hand removed darkened blond hair plastered across her forehead. "You're all sweaty."
"You're… fault." The enforcer couldn't seem to suck in enough air.
"I think it's sexy."
Fate smiled as her eyes closed content. "Don't start what you can't finish."
"Who said I can't?"
"Doctor's orders."
Nanoha puffed, her bangs shifting from the gust before resettling.
"Nanoha?"
"hmm."
"I want a bath."
Nanoha blinked. Why did she have to announce it? "Okay?"
"I can't get up."
"Oh." Nanoha grasped her wife from beneath her arm pits. Her muscles strained to lift the heavy rag doll that was supposed to be her wife, who smiled the whole time. "You know some help would be nice." She grumbled between breathes. Currently, Nanoha played tug of war against gravity. Fate would slip down her arms. She'd strain to lift her back up. It was a losing battle.
"Sorry can't move."
Nanoha let her plop to the ground.
"Ow." Fate tiredly mumbled into the dirt.
Meanwhile, Nanoha stood above her, hands on hips, and walked around Fate's prone form. Finally, she rolled her over so her face no longer kissed the ground.
Fate grew concerned and excited when warm hands grasped her legs and spread them. "Nanoha, what are you doing?"
"No worries. I got you this time." She sat between Fate's legs and lay downed.
Fate's breast cushioned her head while the rest of her front was a mattress her back laid on. "You know I kinda like this." Fate whispered to her ear.
"Hush you." She needed to concentrate or she'd get distracted. Placing each of Fate's arms over her shoulders and holding them, Nanoha sat up bring Fate up as well. Her legs tucked under her and her back bent to the ground, she stood up using her back to elevate the taller woman's heavier weight.
"Ooo. Nice." Fate commented when she was lifted up.
"Well it's not like I had help." Nanoha moved her hands to Fate's tosh supporting her as she piggy backed her.
"I have no energy. You tuckered me out." Fate said as she laid her head on Nanoha's shoulder while sighing in content.
"Right. Right. I should tell your comrades their scary captain is just a big baby, who needs her wife to carry her around after mock combat."
"Somehow knowing you were my opponent, I don't think they'd care."
"Hmph. I'm not even that scary. I don't get why everyone is so afraid."
"Beats me." Fate turned and kissed Nanoha on the cheek. "I find you adorable." She then reclaimed her shoulder pillow, missing the growing redness on said cheek.
The scenery slowly passed as Nanoha walked. They made quite a sight, the white devil carrying an elite enforcer. People stared. She didn't notice, her gaze always looking ahead while her companion shut her eyes to the world.
"Fate-chan?"
"Hmm."It sounded scratchy; her wife's even pace with the gentle sway in her step lulled her to peaceful slumber.
"How do you plan on bathing when you're half asleep?"
"I'll be fine once I'm there. You're giving me a chance to recharge." Truth was she could have walked on her own a long time ago. But, why should she disrupt this lovely moment between them, and it wasn't often, Nanoha carried her. So she milked this for everything it was worth.
"What are you a battery?"
"Nope. But I can act like one."
"I've noticed."
The long awaited day finally came. They were at the doctor's office waiting for him to come in. After fifteen minutes, he finally did.
"Ou! Vhat happened to you?"
The white of their eyes were bloodshot, making the one with the red irises look rather scary since her whole eye looked like it was flaring crimson save for the pupil and scattered spots of white. Their hair was messy like they just got out of bed. Their clothes miss matched and hastily put on. All and all they looked terrible.
Fate shied up to the old coot. Threw her arm roughly across the shorter guy's shoulders, jostling him, and began, "Do you really want to hear what we've been through?"
The doctor slid his glasses up, which moved when he was shaken. "It is my job."
"Honey, can I start?" Fate excitedly asked Nanoha, who waved her hand giving her the go ahead. She smiled. "Hmm… where should I begin?" Fate tapped her chin as she thought. "Should it be magic, feelings, or our senses?" She looked to Nanoha. "Dear what do you think?"
"I personally like magic stories."
"Aw. Isn't she cute doc?" Fate tightened her hold around the old man, moving him close as if they were buddies.
Although he remained silent, Fate didn't bother with an answer. She continued. "Well I think she is." She shook her head. "No. Not just cute. I need something better." Her fingers snapped, snapped, snapped. She brightened when she found the words. "She's GORGEOUS! Beautiful! My angel!" Then in that condescending tone, "Tell me doc? Do you know how it feels to have an angel around?" She shook him when he didn't answer.
"Ma'am vhat arrre you getting at?"
"Honey, did it look like I was done?" Fate glanced at her wife.
Nanoha shook her head. "But you did get side tracked dear."
Her voice gentled. "Oh… Well you know how I get about you."
"Yes. Yes. But do continue with the story."
"Anything for you, my angel." Fate winked at her. "Now then. Picture this doc." Her hand waved as she spoke. "I'm on the training field sparing against my good friend, who happens to be a knight hundreds of years old. Do you know how much battle experience that amounts to! But, that's not the point we are usually fairly matched. So I'm fighting like usual. Everything is going great, and then" She paused for dramatic effect. It worked. Because Nanoha leaned forward, ears perked, even though she knew what would happen next. "Out of nowhere at a critical moment in the battle my magic just splutters and dies. Not even a spark. I was lucky enough to be on the ground at the time. But, do you know how hard it is to dodge a veteran knights attacks without magic!" She shook the doc for good measure. "I'll tell you its damn hard. I ended up in the hospital with a broken arm and a few bruised ribs. Luckily it was nothing major."
The doc raised his eyebrow at that. She called those injuries nothing major. If she meant it could have been worse, then maybe. He wasn't a soldier so he didn't know. As a doctor, he knew treatment was easy and recovery quick maybe two or three days with accelerated healing magic. But, the pain was immense. Were his patients a little on the crazy side? He laughed it off. Probably no crazier than him. He had to admit. They were proving to be quiet interesting.
"But that's not even the good part. Later on that day, when I was released and at home resting on the couch with my lovely wife there to pamper me," Fate waved at Nanoha when she referred to her, and received one in return. "my sweet daughter comes to give me a hug and… and" Her voice choked up, her eyes tearing.
Nanoha took up the story as Fate rolled up into a ball in the corner of the room and cried. She had told her a million times over it wasn't her fault. But, Fate still felt guilty. So, she stopped wasting her breath and patiently waited for the day Fate would come to grips with it on her own. "While our daughter is in Fate's arms, electricity suddenly erupts from her body. Our daughter was shocked for a bit. But, once she erected a barrier, she was fine although tired and annoyed that she had to miss her favorite show because of the following black out."
"I see. Did you experrrience any emotions durrring zat time?" The doctor directed his question to the depressed woman in the corner.
Fate suddenly stood up enraged. "I nearly killed my daughter!"
"Fate-chan." Nanoha admonished. "Stop being so dramatic. You know Vivio's trained in magic and combat. She was caught off guard, but she wasn't in any real danger."
"But Nanoha. That attack it was completely out of my control."
"That's right. So stop blaming yourself!" Nanoha scolded.
Fate bowed her head and watched her boot scuff the plain white tiles. It was easier said than done.
Nanoha turned to the doctor. "Sorry she gets like this sometimes…. I guess. It's my turn now. Let's see… I was in the kitchen with mother. We were talking while we cooked, and then I blew up the kitchen."
The doctor stared at her, wondering if there was anymore. When she remained silent, he figured that was it. "I see. Now zen." He needed to frame this better than before. "Tell me exactly how you boz felt beforrrre your magic vent out of contrrrol?"
"I was happy." Fate answered immediately.
Nanoha took more time to recall how she felt. She knew it was over something trivial her mother said. "I think. I was irritated."
The doctor nodded and wrote on his pad. "How many times did zis happen?"
"Twice." Nanoha answered.
"No. Three times." Fate corrected. When Nanoha gazed at her curiously, she explained. "Tea cup, your students, and the kitchen."
"Oh."
"I think it was once maybe twice for me." She wasn't sure if the black out at the TSAB was her fault. But, after what happened at home, she guessed it was.
He asked them to tell him the rest of their story. So they told him about changes in their body temperature, bouts of heightened sensitivity to their senses, and their roll coaster ride of feelings.
When the stories finished, he took several moments to analyze his notes. He was ecstatic. His pills had worked. Their emotions now triggered their magic. The linking process wasn't entirely as he had anticipated but he didn't care since the side-effects weren't that bad.
To them, he said, "Zis must be ze side-effects of ze pills."
They just glared at him.
Bonus scene
Blue eyes shot open. Chains clinked as she pulled against them. Then she remembered, why. She looked to the far wall. The glowing clock read 3:30. Damn. Four hours until her daughter woke up for school and freedom. She crossed her legs and tried going back to sleep.
Her eyes shot open again. Her thighs squeezed tightly. 3:32. Damn.
At 3:40 she gave up on sleep all together and just stared into the darkness.
"Mmm… Nanoha."
She brightened. Was she awake? She turned to Fate and sighed. She's just dreaming about me. She wondered what it was about. Her eyes glinted as they fell on her toy.
She blew across her ear. "Fate-chan." She whispered sweetly. She told her a story. It began romantic but as it drown on it grew racier. She frowned. She should have at least moaned. If she couldn't affect her subconscious did Fate really love her? Hmm.
"Fate-chan do you love me?"
She only heard her soft breathing.
"That's not fair Fate-chan. You can't talk only when you feel like it." She pouted. Her whole plan rode on her sleep talking. What was she going to do now?
She heard some rustling and the chains clink. She watched in astonishment as Fate effortlessly rolled to face her despite her restraints and was still asleep. Her body wasn't even in some awkward position; it lay comfortably on the bed. How did she do it? She woke up every time because the stupid chains pulled her arms when she moved. Was Fate used to restraints? Was she somehow captured on one of her missions, forced into a cell, and bound for days on end? Till her body learned and adapted to sleeping in chains. Oh her poor Fate-chan. She grew angry with her imagined captors on some planet holding her love prisoner. She placed herself in the fantasy. She fought against scores of bad guys. Beat them and rescued her enforcer, who fell into her arms, called her "her hero," and professed her undying love for her. She drooled.
Upon entering reality, she whipped her mouth against the sleeve of her pajama shirt.
The clock read 3:55. She groaned. Time sure passed slowly.
"Master?" Raising Heart took herself out of stand by upon sensing her owner's frustration.
Nanoha brightened. "Raising Heart you're awake." This was the perfect time for training. "Can you open training stage 9?"
"Alright."
After training, she glanced at the clock. Only one hour to go. Her legs tightened. She shouldn't have used that word. How was she going to pass time now?
"Master would you like to play a game?"
Nanoha grew curious she didn't know Raising Heart had games. "Sure."
Forty minutes saw Nanoha loosing 7 out of 10 different games. She grew bored and stopped playing. At that time, the dark seen in the window was fading into a gray-blue.
"Lady Nanoha." Bardiche intoned. He awoke when Raising Heart did. But, it was rude to interrupt master and device bonding time, so he waited till now.
"Morning Bardiche."
"Morning. Would Lady Nanoha like to see some pictures of the Sir."
Pictures of Fate. "Sure."
Bardiche opened a secret file not even his owner knew of. It was entitled to Fate's special person and was produced by his creator.
"She's so cute." Nanoha saw many pictures of a young Fate, maybe around four. It was nice, seeing her strong enforcer cry over the tiniest things, trip and fall in the bath, play with arf in the mud, and other childish things. But, her favorite picture was of Fate napping with her arms curled around a puppy arf. Her young face was just so adorable. She glanced at her adult sleeping face. The baby fat was gone and her jaw and cheeks were more pronounced. That cute little girl became a beautiful woman.
By the time Vivio poked her head through the door, she had seen all the pictures.
"Good morning Nanoha-mama." Vivio whispered since her other mother was still sleeping.
"Morning Vivio. Sleep well?"
"Hmm. I dreamt of being a pirate."
"Did you find treasure?"
Vivio nodded. She then released her mamas.
"Thank you. Vivio." Nanoha rushed straight to the bathroom. She sighed in blissful relief. Never again will she drink before bed at least not while she was held hostage.
AN: Happy New Year!