Emily was comfortable, enjoying the warm heat of the Envy sun beating down on her majority bare form before she heard the sound of a familiar voice call out to her.
"Emmy, catch!" Charlie called. Emily opened her eyes with a questioning murmur, just in time to see a beach ball lightly bigg into her face.
"Bwah!" She squeaked, the thing plopping off her cheek and bouncing onto the ground. "I- wha- Charlie!" She yipped at the girl. The woman was sniffling snorts and chuckles at the angel's pouting, 'fury.'
"I'm sorry!" She snickered, "I thought you were ready!"
"My eyes were closed!" Emily yipped. Charlie gave a sheepish little chuckle before Emily rolled her eyes, snatching up the ball in her hands, conjuring a portal, and tossing the ball through it. Charlie was quizzical up until the exit portal opened behind her head, the ball bonking her the back of it.
"Hey!" She whined, rubbing the back of her head, lip quirked in a hammed-up sadness. "That hurt!"
Emily blew a raspberry. "Oh, Miss Princess of Hell can't even handle a beach ball."
Vaggie just chuckled from her own spot on the sandy beach, belly first on the ground and letting the sun shower her back. Her eyes were closed as she listened to the teasing bickering behind her. Charlie pouted.
"You two are no fun," she grumbled, "what's the point of coming to the beach if you're just gonna sit on the sand all day?"
"Charlie, hun," Vaggie chuckled, "We've been running around for, like, two hours. Let us chill for, like, half of one."
The princess made a throaty, almost dog-like grumble, as she fiddled around like she didn't quite know what to do with herself.
"Gosh, how does she have so much energy," Emily mumbled to Vaggie in exasperation as she flopped back down on her back.
"Probably the five cinnamon rolls she ate this morning," Vaggie grumbled.
"So what? I ate, like, twelve, and I'm fine," Emily spoke simply.
"Yeah, well, you're... an interesting case," Vaggie answered. Emily gave her an unamused expression. "If Charlie has too much sugar, which is very easy to do because she basically lives off the shit, she's bouncing off the walls for the next several hours. Kinda like a golden retriever on Adderall."
Emily pouted. "Golden retrievers shouldn't be taking Adderall," she replied, "Or eating sugar."
"Charlies shouldn't be taking Adderall or eating sugar," Vaggie amended. Emily chuckled.
"Well, they're basically the same thing so..."
Speaking of the devil -or his daughter, at least- Charlie came over to the two girls and flopped on top of the towel Vaggie was laying on stomach first, grumpily plopping her head atop crossed arms.
"... Hi," she huffed.
"Hello, my little maniac," Vaggie answered lightly, "What are you up to?"
"Nothing," she grumbled, pouting as she focused somewhere in the distance.
"Oh, you poor thing," Vaggie chuckled. Charlie stuck her tongue out at her before plopping her head back on her lap. A moment passed as the princess kept pouting before Emily shot a suggestion.
"Why don't you go build a sandcastle, love," she spoke simply.
Charlie remained distant for a brief moment before her head suddenly perked. "Actually, that's a great idea!" She chirped, beaming as she snatched some resources from the bag they'd brought with them and dashed to the beach to get to work.
"At least she's really frickin' cute," Emily chuckled. Vaggie gave a warm smile and a little sound of affirmation.
"That's very true."
The two both rolled over to be able to watch their princess as she joyously crafted pillars and rooks and walls with the buckets and shovels and little plastic knives she had brought with her. Plus, a little bit of Hellish magic: what better a use would there be, after all, for her Hellish wiles than polishing up her sandy friezes?
Emily and Vaggie both grinned and giggled as they watched the woman dash to and from the sea to her, 'construction sight,' grinning giddily as her creation grew, clapping and making noises of glee at each little success she made. At one point, she stopped only to go off and chase a crab along the shore, hoping to make a new friend, but only receiving a pinch on the hoof. Luckily, she couldn't feel it through the sheath of keratin.
There came a point where Emily, energy recovered, fluttered over to join in the activities. Vaggie watched her girls working giddily, eventually going to play in the water, masterpiece completed. After splashing and giggling for a bit, the two chattered amongst themselves and giggled. Vaggie sensed hijinks afoot as Emily reached a finger to her lips to hush the princess as she glanced a devious look at Vaggie. Cheeks puffed up like she was on the edge of laughing but trying to hold it in, she reached a hand downward by her side, subtly. It became surrounded by a light gold hue. Vaggie raised an eyebrow before she swiftly found out what was going on as a pouring fountain of water splashed from a tiny little portal above her head.
A drenched Vaggie -not in the same way she often was with her girls- blubbered and splattered, spitting and coughing water as she shook off her soaked head. She glared at the cheeky seraph in the water. The woman just stuck her tongue out at her, grinning.
"The Hell was that!?" Vaggie shout-laughed, an attempt to sound stern faltered by her love for the woman in the sea and the cuteness of her teasing little look.
"If you're so mad, why don't you come and do something about it?" Emily taunted, turning around to lightly shake her butt at the woman. Charlie was howling with laughter at this point, and frankly, so was Vaggie.
"Oh, you are in so much trouble, missy!" The silver-haired girl laughed, wings freeing themselves from behind her, and soaring up from the ground and over to where the angel was standing. She pushed past the sly smirk in the seraph's eyes as she reached out to grab her, fluttering into the water and grasping with her arms. "Gotcha!" She cockily called. But, the angel was gone from her sight.
"... Emily?" Vaggie questioned in confusion.
Her bafflement was quickly answered by the fingers coming to dig lightly into the softness of her hips, and the self-satisfied little face that plopped onto her shoulder.
"Heyyyyyyy," Emily drew as she lidded her eyes at the smaller angel.
"Ah, yes, of course. The best use of your powers: fucking with me," Vaggie deadpanned. Emily nodded.
"Mhm!" She agreed, ignoring the sarcasm of the statement.
"Plus," Charlie snickered as she came up beside them, grin brimming, "It was really, really funny."
"Not to me," Vaggie mumbled. Her smirk gave her away, though.
Emily let out a light giggle as she dug her nails ever so slightly deeper into the fat on the plump angel's hips, scratching lightly. "Oh? Not at all?" She teased, purring softly.
Vaggie shivered. "O- okay... Maybe a little bit..."
Charlie giggled as she sidled up in front of her, pressing a kiss to her lips, caressing her cheek with her nails. She purred teasingly, "That's our girl."
All three girls jumped as a fish-like woman barked from the shore, "HEY! YOU THREE QUEERS KNOCK IT OFF! THIS IS A PUBLIC BEACH! GO BACK TO THE BEDROOM!"
"S- sorry, ma'am!" Charlie called back with a blush, pulling back. Emily did not move from her spot. She simply glared.
I- I suppose I am a little tired," Vaggie spoke gently. Emily sighed.
"Honestly? Me too... a little bit."
Charlie nodded. "...C'mon. Let's head back to our room."
As the three moved out of the water, Emily gave a distasteful look to the portly aquatic demon who was setting up a basking spot on the sand for herself. She looked away inconspicuously and held a hand toward the water. In just a moment, the woman was soaked and screaming angrily as Emily snickered, portaling away with her giggling princess and eye-rolling angel.
Emily lapped at her cone happily. At Charlie's request, the three made one more stop before going home; on the boardwalk of the beach was a half-decent ice cream stand.
And, to her pleasure, they had her favorite flavor. Of course, Emily naturally had to try some of the other ones as well. This was her 18th ice cream: the exact number of products on the menu. She figured she'd save the best for last.
Vaggie chuckled, casually gesturing to Emily with a spoon of vanilla, a flavor she selected due to the fact the horrendous amount of sugar in the other ones made her physically ill and... other reasons.
"How does it taste, sweetie," she said to the seraph. Emily, feeling she had gotten some on her nose, daintily wiped the dot of dairy off and sucked it off her finger.
"It's really good!" She beamed.
"Good," Vaggie chuckled, "Charlie?"
Charlie had a full mouth, so elected to just nod with a giddy grin. Vaggie smiled at the both of them. "You two are adorable."
Charlie had swallowed enough to squeeze out, "We know!"
Vaggie huffed another little laugh and, in the brief time she looked to Charlie, Emily was coneless. Well, aside from the little nibble of waffle cone still in her fingers. But it was gone shortly as well.
After she swallowed, she spoke, "What are we doing after this?"
Charlie shrugged. "I mean, we've done most there is to do here in the past few days... And we're going home tomorrow, so... Guess we could just go back to the room..."
"And gorge ourselves on room service!" Emily beamed with joy. Vaggie rolled her eye.
"Noooo," she chided, "At least wait a few hours, you little glutton. You're gonna make yourself puke again."
The seraph pouted. "Not with that attitude..."
"Charlie stretched out, sighing happily as she stated, "Well, my hair is gross and crunchy with salt and I smell like ocean, so... probably a shower for me."
Vaggie nodded. "Me too."
Emily squinted into the far distance as an only very perverted thought drifted through her head.
'We could... together... scrubbing each other's-'
"Emily?" Vaggie asked. The angel squeaked. blushing brightly.
"Nothing!" She yipped.
"Huh?" Charlie chuckled.
"Nothing!" Emily peeped again, "Nothing, I said nothing!"
Charlie gave her a suggestive squint. "Righhhht."
Emily blushed and flusteredly glowered at her lap.
"I mean... We do have nowhere to be for... well, hours... we couuuullllllld-" Charlie trailed. Emily laughed shyly as she avoided eye contact.
"... Let's go back to room, please, mhm!" Emily peeped, stiffly rocketing from her seat.
"Afterrr," Charlie drew, "I finish my ice cream."
Emily's lip quirked as she plopped back in her chair.
"Mmmmmmmm, ffffine..."
Charlie smiled at her.
"Good girl."
It ended with naked Emily being carried out of the shower, legs far too shakey to be able to hold herself up properly on her own, and far too shakey to keep her up long enough to dress herself along, either.
The angel moaned as Vaggie bridaled her shakey form. "Mmmmmm..."
"I'm sooo sorry, Emmy..." Charlie spoke tenderly, wincing at the fact that even being carried the angel's legs still steadily shook and trembled, "Did we go too hard on you?"
The angel weakly shook her head in Vaggie's arms as a stupid smile painted over her face. "N- noooo... I mean, I can't walk now and... prolly won't be able to tomorrow either, but, nooooooooo..."
Vaggie gently set the woman butt-first on the edge of the bed, "Lemme go get you something to put on, hun. I'll help you get dressed," Vaggie spoke sweetly. Emily smiled after her.
"Thank you Vaggie. You're so sweet..." Emily cooed, not noticing herself falling backwards onto the bed until she'd already flopped down with a grumble.
"Awe, dangit... now I don't wanna get back up..." She sighed.
"... You sure you're alright, Em?"
Emily gave a vigorous nod. "Oh, no, yeah... really. Really, really. I mean that."
Vaggie came back to the bed with a fresh t-shirt and some sweats. "... You gonna get up, sweetie?" She asked the sprawled angel.
"... Don'wanna..." She slurred.
"I... I mean, sweetie, you can hang out naked... nobody's gonna stop you, but... don't you wanna put some clothes on?" Vaggie chuckled. If not just that the temptation for round nine was very present.
"Mmmmmmm, fine..." Emily grumbled, sticking her arms up in the air. "... Charlie, help..."
The princess smiled sheepishly as she did thusly, pulling the angel up onto her butt. Emily stuck her arms up as Vaggie helped her slide her shirt on. As for the underwear portion, Vaggie did most of the work there on her own, Emily unable to move her legs enough to help. They surrendered the sweatpants; Emily would just have to deal with being pantless. She seemed pretty unflapped.
"You're the best," the white-haired girl cooed as she flopped back to the starfished position she'd been in. Vaggie chuckled.
"If you wanna crawl up to the head of the bed we can snuggle up and put on a movie or something," she suggested. Emily smiled fondly and nodded.
"Mmm... That sounds nice..." she mumbled, awkwardly rolling herself onto her stomach and crawling on her elbows to the head of the bed, plopping her face on the pillows ungracefully, before rolling onto her side and trying her best to get comfortable.
"Vaggie?" Charlie spoke to the silver-haired angel.
"Hm?" She answered.
"I think we may have actually fucked her brains out..."
"Mmm'yeah... Prolly..." Emily mumbled as she hugged her pillow tightly.
"... You had fun though, right?" Vaggie asked, genuine concern on her face. A brimming grin painted the freckled woman's face as she nodded.
"Yeaaaaaaah," she cooed.
Vaggie smiled. "Then we did good."
"Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah," she called again. She moved an arm from her pillow and grasped her hand at Vaggie askingly. "Vagggiiiieee, come here, I want attention..." Her arm flopped back down onto the bed. "You too, Char... I just don't have the energy to arm anymore..."
Vaggie chuckled, "Coming," as she crawled onto the mattress beside the angel and crawled underneath her arm so she could hug her tightly. Well, as tightly as she could with what little strength remained in her arms. Charlie came from behind and wrapped her arms around the short-haired girl's waist, burrowing into her nape.
"... Movie?" Vaggie asked. Emily shrugged.
"Eh... I'm not gonna pay much attention to it anyway... Kinda feel like Imma fall asleep..." She chuckled meekly.
Vaggie chuckled. "Well, you just stay comfortable then, sweetie," she cooed, pecking the angel's forehead. "Charlie?" She called to the princess lightly.
"Mmmmm... I dunno. This is... this is pretty comfy..." Charlie spoke, a thin tinge of exhaustion in her tone.
"Got it," Vaggie chuckled, "Nap it is."
As she said that, Emily was already breathing deeply, her mouth hanging open as she drifted to the beginning stages of sleep. Emily chuckled as she cozied herself up with the angel.
'This is way better than a movie...'