For this Valentine's special, I took some of the most important people in my life like Astraeuzz, Incinerize... and involved them into this little spin-off of On Tattered Wings in an Alternate Universe, modern setting. Radio, Tod, Six, Reap, Lovely. Each of you, and me, represent one of the characters. Yeah. I wish you a lovely Valentine's. Have an amazing day, don't forget to smile, and until next time, have a good one folks!

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'Moshi moshi!', she chirped in Japanese, 'Helipotatoe kara no Emi Takashima desu!'

'Harow sweetie', I sighed as I took the phone away and stared at the avatar for Emilia's contact saved in my Samsung; it was a potato- with a helicopter rotor on its head; absolutely ingenious- 'could you pass the phone to Kro for a second?'

My eyes glanced at my still-open laptop from last night of grinding League while I waited. Ninety seven thousand mastery points and still no fucking Mastery Level 7 Nocturne. Gee gee Rito. Ranked was sucking the life out of me and there was nothing I could do about it. I sighed. At least I finally broke Gold 2. Just a few more weeks and I might finally reach Emi and Kro, those two lovely idiots who held hands to Gold 1 in a single day ffs.

Behind me Asri grumbled in her sleep and patted the empty space next to her on the bed where I should have been. Three quarter of the duvet was wrapped around her like an Elise Cocoon and she licked her lips.

Cute.

I resisted the urge to reach out and boop! her on the nose. 'C-cuddle...', she moaned through a sleepy haze, 'Ana...'

On the other end, I could hear Emi's barely suppressed giggles. Oh no, she was so not going to pretend I was a customer again. Jesus Christ. The number of times I had to order potatoes just to get a conversation started was beginning to rise into the triple digits. Those two adorable idiots must have made a small fortune off of me alone. By the will of the Lady...

'Moshi?', she was being a six year old and she enjoyed it. Welp...

'Fine', I groaned, 'I will have two large number nines, try to bring them over before eight, thanks, and could you pass the phone to Kro please, Emi-chan?'

'Ohaiyo!', I heard her feet pad away. Asri was up now and stared at me with bleary eyes, almost seeming to ask who I was and what I was doing in her house. Then she probably remembered that we lived together, and smiled. Shit. There was that sultry grin again. That twinkle in her eyes every time she woke up when it was a weekend and she knew I didn't have to rush off to work. That mischievous glint, that slight upturn of the lips. Oh boy…

'No', I mouthed silently, but it was no use. With the duvet still wrapped around her waist and flared hips, Asri began pawing her way towards me slowly with a huge shit-eating grin on her face. Her night skirt was off-centered giving me a nice view down her modest cleavage. Like I said, her breasts weren't big, but even modest breasts could look pretty impressive if they were hanging in your face.

Krotia answered the phone.

'Moshi moshi! Helipotatoe kara no Krotia Takash-'

'Oi! Staph pleeze', I cut her off. In the background I could hear Emilia's giggles go on. Jesus...

'Hehe... Mhm. What's up Ana?', Krotia put on her serious voice and I was glad. Now at least half of us were finally acting our age here, '... is Asri still sleeping?'

'Ah', I glared at my partner, who was now busying herself with figuring out how to rid me of my clothes without having to leave the comfort of the bed, 'she's... sleeping, I guess.'

I must have been a terrible liar.

'ASRI!', Kro suddenly yelled into the phone, eliciting a loud "Fuck!" out of me as I jerked and almost dropped it onto Asri's head in my lap. 'BE GENTLER WITH HER THIS TIME OKAY?'

Looking up at me with those stupidly cute puppy dog eyes of hers she mouthed okay, then resumed trying to get into my pants. I raised the Samsung to my other ear, flustered.

'I said she's asleep', I muttered, trying to muster up some annoyance to inject into my voice but failing miserably, as I rubbed my right ear. Krotia's yell had hurt it. 'alright then', Kro gave me a breezy laugh,'anyways, why did ya call?'

'Ah', I hesitated as I struggled to recall why I had called my bestie in the first place; I had Asri to blame for it- her fingers were going places again. God damn, 'we are going to meet with Tia and Kayle later today... and we haven't really decided on a place yet. I thought maybe you two could pitch in and help with some suggestions.'

'Mhm', Kro seemed to mule it over. I heard a slight whisper in the background again and could see in my mind Krotia moving away to listen to Emi. They were discussing something. I put one gentle hand on the thick head of hair beneath me and gave it a slight push, but Asri was relentless.

'Alright, we got an idea okay. Gonna tell you later', Kro came back. I could hear Emi's breathing right beside her; she must be all wrapped around her partner like a koala or something right then. The image made me smile. It was so cute to just think of them like that.

Then I furrowed my eyebrows.

'Later? Why not n-AHHHHHHHHhhhhh', I yelped as a certain someone's lips dove right into the guarded spot between my now-parted thighs and began assaulting me in the most vicious way imaginable. Molten lava spread from my loins. That familiar, melty feeling returned.

The Samsung dropped from my hands onto the edge of the dresser with a soul-rending crack! and plopped onto the floor unceremoniously where it lay unmoving like a dead person. But then again, of course it would be unmoving, since it was an inanimate object and, oh, the pleasure, the… oh... it was too good...

Indiscernible sounds- might be Emi's excited yipping- from the inert phone reminded me that it was probably still working (thank the Lady) and I tried to reach for it, but Asri pounced on me now and stole the scream from my mouth with a passionate kiss, and then we locked lips, and, and…. And (oh shit I couldn't think) I fucking forgot everything except the taste of her sweet, plump lips, the way she was straddling me, pinning me down. Her touch, on my skin. She pulled the duvet to make a little tent and covered us both. Jesus. It was barely seven in the morning and we were already-

-what the actual fuck. Duck. I'm sorry. Excuse my French right there alright folks? I paid Asri one buck every time I swore. It was something she sternly imposed on me when my swearing was getting too tiresome for her ears. Naturally, I submit. With the money she had gained Asri had been able to afford several new skirts (the cheaper stuff from Forever 21), not to mention a load of lingerie. I liked to see her in lingerie, and she did, I. Sometimes it felt like everyone I knew were just living off my monies. Not that I really minded. Just… Amen.

I quivered under her touch. She was just… ahem, tickling me down there, not anything earth shattering no nah n-hum nope. But maybe I was just like that. I was sensitive everywhere anyways. I trembled. She giggled softly, her breath tickling me in all the right spots. Welp. Wet start to the day, and it wasn't raining outside, oh no. (badum tssss what a pun I am a god)

She nibbled on my neck and licked me and I tried to push her away because for Jesus's sake a phone was on the floor and what if it broke and what if Emi rode up to our house and had to wait outside while the house shook and moans flew out of windows every which way and the potatoes got cold and what if the neighbors could hear me again and what if-

'Ana.'

Asri stared at me through her eyelashes.

So fucking coy.

So damn cute.

Her eyes were not glazed over with lust and I was genuinely surprised, but then again, maybe I just forgot all the times she stopped in the middle of our love-making to comfort crying me. Crying me who for one moment became lost to the past and thought the hands that touched her belonged to another and not her soul mate. It was these moments of crystal clear thoughts that made me love Asri. She didn't just take me for her own pleasure like others did. She stopped. She listened. She actually cared. In my sober moments I teased her with Prudential's tag line; 'Always listening. Always understanding.' She usually punched me in the guts softly so I could pretend to double over and curl into a ball so she could heft me and carry me off to bed and do stuff. We did a lot of stuff. Oh here I am ranting again… (sorry reader .)

'Ana you're drifting again. Come back.'

The angel before me held my face with both hands and stared into my eyes. Brown irises met dark brown ones. I leaned forward, kissed the tip of her nose and she rose, rose on her knees. She hugged me in her position and we embraced in this weird hug-thing where because I was still sitting my face nestled between her breasts and there she was, oh the gentle soul, murmuring sweet nothings into my uncombed hair (ugh) and cradling my face against her bosom. After a while, she sat back down and we kissed.

I followed her back onto our bed, everything else forgotten.

The murmurs on my Samsung stopped and I guess Krotia had cut the call.

Good.

I shivered, and it wasn't because I was cold.

Oh well.

…

I was cursing her and beating her back weakly the entire time she made love to me that morning and my damn hips were sore again as I took the potatoes off Emi. The damnable little miss flashed me a cheeky grin as she rode off on Krotia's bicycle and I so wanted to chase after her and tackle her off it Super-Bowl style and have her partner Krotia come one vee one me like she was a pro, but then soft hands encircled my waist and pulled me back into the house as Emi-chan laughed and rode off and someone planted a solid, wet kiss onto my forehead and I crumpled into Asri's arms like a sack of potatoes. Fuck.

I mewled pitifully as I was fed kisses and our breakfast sat on the wooden table, untouched. The unique ringtone I set for Kayle's number announced itself cheerfully; the song Judicator, by Krale, on Youtube. No doubt the older woman would be introducing her new girlfriend Tia to us all today and I wanted to hear all about it before she came (I wanted to get first dibs on everything even something as insignificant as this, I'm a control freak amirite) but my fucking Samsung was intentionally placed way out of reach by some smartass whose first name I took the day I vowed to be her wife forever and ever.

I loved her to bits. (yes, everywhere)

I really did.

Yeah…

'Happy Valentine's Day', Asri whispered and we locked lips, just all smiles.

Well, fuck.

…

I won't be able to walk for a week now.

...

We came up for air after what felt like hours, but was probably only minutes.

I buried my face in the crook of her neck as both of our phones rang. Krale was playing again, so Kayle was calling. Asri's Nokia (I know right so old-fashioned) beeped it's classic ringtone, so anyone could be calling, but I was willing to bet a potato that it was Kro and/or Emi again, wanting to check if my hips were broken and whether they needed to call the ambulance. Those lovely folks... I sighed and Asri continued holding me, seemingly content to let the phones ring all they wanted.

'I love you', I muttered into her flesh. I felt like crying. Oh no, why did I feel like crying. I was such a mess. I didn't deserve this. Her. Asri. She was too good. Too kind. Too… perfect for me. I tried not to sob and clung to her tighter. Don't let me go, I prayed.

She smiled at me.

I didn't have to look to know. Asri chuckled softly whenever she smiled. It was funny. It was cute. And endearing. Oh God how I love her…

'I love you, too.'

And I couldn't hold back the tears anymore, and I bawled. Like a six year old.

I bawled and cried and sobbed and, and… and she held me until I was quiet. And then she kissed the top of my head and said that she loved me again. And again. And again. She said it like she was trying to convince me, and I believed her.

Finally, we ate the potatoes.

-The End-

D**********e, if you are reading this, I just want to ask you one question. Why? Why were you so cold? Why did you. Maybe it's me. Maybe it was all me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry it ended that way. And M************s, I still ask for your forgiveness, even now. Forgive me. It was only a normal game. And I know I tilted you. Short of killing myself, is there no other way I can atone? Pray, do tell.