Duran-kun and Kiyo-chan's Omake Theater
(featuring the Kuga-Fujino family pets)
Slowly, fitfully, the kaleidoscope of fractured images that made up Natsuki's vision began to piece itself back together, resolve itself into the familiar picture of the bedroom ceiling. Her chest rose and fell, her breathing was harsh and ragged, her throat scratchy from overuse without relief. Her skin felt hot, flushed and sticky with drying sweat.
"It seems that Natsuki is back among the living."
She let her head loll to the left on the pillow. Shizuru Fujino lay there, head propped up on one arm, the sheet pulled up around her below one bare shoulder. Her tawny hair was tousled and matted, unkempt from being tossed about and having Natsuki's fingers repeatedly dragged through it.
"Ah, geez, I actually fainted, didn't I?" Natsuki said, keeping her voice low.
"You were quite still for the past several minutes."
"You don't have to be all smug about it, though," she muttered. It felt weird, like it meant that she'd somehow lost at something, and yet Natsuki was pretty sure that she'd gotten to collect the prize.
"Ara, ara," Shizuru said, then giggled. "Is it wrong, then, for me to take pride in my accomplishments?"
Natsuki glared at her with no apparent effect. Not that it ever really worked on Shizuru, but she had a feeling it was hard to glare effectively at anyone while she was still working on that whole "focus" thing.
"…Idiot."
"I cannot claim all of the credit, though. Natsuki provided me much inspiration by posing in her new lingerie."
"I was just seeing how it fit. Of course, that's kind of a moot point now." The teddy had not survived intact; the mostly-lace confection had not been designed to be worn during strenuous exercise.
"I would be happy to be replace it," Shizuru offered. "Indeed, the thought of dressing my Natsuki in items that inspire me to damage them in my eagerness to get them off her is a very pleasant one."
Natsuki couldn't help but chuckle at that one.
"You are completely shameless, do you know that?"
Shizuru reached down with her free hand, gliding her fingertips along Natsuki's arm.
"I merely know what I desire from my life. And I do not think it was unwelcome, hm?"
Natsuki raised her eyebrows.
"Okay, that's twice, now. You're going somewhere with this, I can tell."
"I am aware that Natsuki can be very shy, but even so, my ego would like to be acknowledged at least a little after giving her an extremely loud, senses-shattering—mmmf!"
That last word came out muffled, because Natsuki had clamped her hand over Shizuru's mouth.
"Okay, okay, you're Venus, Ishtar, Hathor, and any other love goddesses you can think of rolled into one. You're beautiful, you're amazing, I'm probably going to walk funny for the rest of the week, and can we please stop talking about my sexual response now?"
"But I enjoy talking about it," Shizuru pouted. Her fingertip slid back up Natsuki's arm, along her collarbone, to the hollow of her throat before beginning to trace a tickling line downward. "Almost as much as I enjoy eliciting it."
"But there's something even more important we have to talk about."
"What's that?"
Kiyohime's heads popped up over the footboard of the bed, her harness dangling from her second head's mouth and the fifth and sixth holding her leash.
"No matter how often you make me howl like a banshee or how thoroughly you blow my mind…" She reached out and tapped Shizuru on the nose with her forefinger. "It's still your turn to take the hydra for her evening slither around the block."