Struggling to compose himself as Silvia continued where they last left off before drifting off to sleep, drool flowed from Ollerus' open mouth as Silvia pressed her breasts up against his face, shifting about in bed as she tried to get a nipple into his mouth, her crotch area soaking wet as she smiled from ear-to-ear, relieved that last night wasn't a dream.
"Silvia...! We should be up by now...!" Ollerus muttered, stifling a laugh as Silvia tried to silence him by shoving her breasts into his face, struggling to keep it together as he tried desperately to get out from beneath her.
"Can we stay just a bit longer? Pretty please?" She asked, ruffling his hair and squeezing her breasts together, smothering his face with her breasts as she clung onto him for dear life.
Squirming past her grip and closing the distance between their faces, Ollerus couldn't help but let out a giggle, reaching for Silvia's face and pulling her into a kiss, still in utter disbelief that all of this was real, that somebody as amazing as Silvia was not his partner.
Reciprocating her lover's desire for intimacy as she blushed wildly, not wanting Ollerus to one-up her as she began to pepper his face with kisses, attacking his chin and neck with her lips, doing just about anything that came to mind as she thanked God for this chance to deepen her bond with the man she loved the most.
While it still took some time getting used to, not having to worry about hiding their (clearly) obvious affection for one another, it didn't really bother Silvia in the slightest, as she giggled into Ollerus' neck, having finally gotten the chance to unleash 2 or so years of pent-up emotions.
"What should I call you now, Ollerus?" Silvia asked, resting her head on her lover's chest, melting in his arms as he held her close to him, doing what he'd always wanted to do whenever they had a moment to themselves.
"Let's just... do what we were doing before this..." He replied, trying to hide a smile as he closed his eyes, still rather exhausted from last night's "confession".
"Come on... not even "honey" ?" Silvia asked, nuzzling into his chest and forcing him to make room for her on the pillow, even though it seemed that he had her wrapped around his finger, she made sure to remind him who really wore the pants in this relationship.
"Doesn't "Silvia" sound good? I think your name by itself is wonderful." Ollerus replied, stroking his lover's hair as she inched closer and closer to him, the tired, yet playful expression on her face making him want to go for round... whatever it was.
"You're no fun..." Silvia teased, pressing her nose up to his.
While Ollerus wanted to lie in bed with Silvia like this for much longer, he knew they still had things to do, boxes to unpack, lightbulbs to screw in, pipes to fix, such was the plight of two new homeowners in the fixer-upper of the house they bought.
Noticing her partner's legs begin to shift as she pressed herself up against him, Silvia grinned as her thighs pressed up against his waiting length, winking at Ollerus as she sat up, moving her legs over his, and capturing his erect shaft inbetween her thighs.
Biting her lip as a bead of sweat ran down Ollerus' forehead, Silvia began rubbing her thighs together, hunching over and hacking up a considerable amount of spit, covering the entire length of her lover's shaft as she continued to rub her thighs against its length.
"Silvia... I love you..." Ollerus moaned, surprised at what tricks Silvia still had up her sleeve, wondering if she'd been waiting for this moment for far longer than he expected, not regretting anything for a moment as he arched his back, his legs violently trembling as the Saint's soft thighs enveloped his throbbing length.
Feeling her face heat up as the words escaped Ollerus' mouth, Silvia could only try harder to make him climax as she didn't know what exactly to say, having poured her heart out the night before, fearing that whatever came out of her mouth could only pale in comparison.
"...Love you too..." Silvia replied, slowing down her pace and bringing her hand down to her thighs, before prying her legs apart and continuing her offense by massaging Ollerus' stiff member, lovingly gazing into his eyes as she got onto her knees and stood over him, grinning madly as she looked down on the mere human that had found himself on the receiving end of a Saint's lust.
Before she knew it, Silvia had dropped down and engulfed Ollerus' cock, its entire length disappearing into her sex as she took a moment to compose herself, letting out breathy moans as she began to move her hips.
"I love you..." Silvia mouthed, her eyes locking with Ollerus' as she placed her hands on his belly, supporting herself as she continued to ride him relentlessly, her insides burning up with unbridled passion as she faced reality, her heart swelling as she basked in the sheer and utter bliss of being together with her beloved Ollerus, wanting to do so much in this new life they'd begin to create together.
For a moment, Ollerus' eyes widened as Silvia continued to ride him, her figure illuminated by the faint morning glow that had seeped in through the window, could only be described as "divine", the wild swinging of her hips and bouncing of her breasts only ever making her more beautiful as she stared into his eyes with a wild passion, her words seeming to fade out as he began to experience a pleasure like no other.
The sound of flesh smacking against flesh filled the room, as Silvia's hips moved about uncontrollably, juices dripping from her sex as she continuously mouthed Ollerus' name, the throbbing length within her only seeming to heat up as her walls squeezed tightly around it, the lucky recipient of her service almost seeming to struggle to stay conscious, as he stared slack-jawed into the Saint's eyes, his hips thrusting wildly as he neared orgasm, wanting to hold it in longer in order to experience this pleasure for longer, but wanting to give Silvia the satisfaction of having wrung him dry.
Mouthing his partner's name like a man possessed, Ollerus tried his hardest to sit up amidst the immense weight Silvia had placed on him, shifting about as her wild and erratic movements only seemed to force him down even further, having nothing in mind other than filling Silvia to the brim and giving her what she oh so desperately needed, finally pulling himself up with all of his might and planting his lips onto hers, grabbing tightly onto her hips and forcing himself deeper into her with all of his might.
Collapsing on top of Ollerus as she felt an immense heat rush into her from where they were connected, Silvia giggled as she planted a kiss onto her partner's cheek, wanting to stay like this for just a minute longer.
Catching his breath as he turned over with him and Silvia still connected, Ollerus couldn't even think of going for a second round, as his hips began to feel sore from all of the activity, hoping that Silvia wouldn't ask for more as he slowly pulled himself out of her.
"I didn't know you were so..." Ollerus whispered, being interrupted as Silvia pressed her lips onto his, wrapping her arms around him.
"Says the guy that calls me "mommy"..." Silvia teased, rubbing against his still-erect cock with her thighs, rolling over and pulling him down with her.
Pulling away from the brief kiss, Silvia found herself holding onto Ollerus for dear life, not knowing when she wanted to let go, still in disbelief at the sudden turn of events.
Taking this as a sign that she was satisfied, Ollerus planted a kiss on Silvia's forehead and held her close, looking down at her and resting his chin on her shoulder as he began to close his eyes, still quite tired from last night's events.
Even though he wanted to stay in bed with her all day, Ollerus knew they had to get to work tidying up the house while Brunhild and Fiamma stopped over in Japan to take care of things. While they didn't live under the same roof, considering that Brunhild had her own troubles to deal with, what with her being designated as Cellier Flatley's legal guardian and basically being attached to the hip with Fiamma due to him losing an arm, their house would have to become the group's base of operations, considering that the two of them were the brains of the group, with Brunhild providing half of the firepower, and Fiamma pitching in with knowledge on obscure Magic Side info.
Opening his eyes and brushing his fingers against Silvia's hair, an idea popped into Ollerus' head as the sight of Silvia nuzzling into him only made him want her even more.
"Silvia... What do you want to do today?" He asked, holding the Saint close as he tried his hardest not to touch any "problem areas", fearing that would spur the both of them into lovemaking once again.
Rolling her head to the side as she made up her mind, Silvia's eyes lazily fluttered open to meet Ollerus', her cheeks glowing bright red as a gentle smile formed on her face.
"I want to spoil you..." She replied, making her way up his body, being stopped as Ollerus pinched her cheek in retaliation.
"I... Silvia... were you always thinking about this before...?" He asked, the Silvia in front of him seemed to be completely different to the Silvia before last night, as he'd never seen her so eager to jump his bones when the moment presented itself, but then again... from what he saw last night, if she was noticably more aroused when she was in control, then that explained... quite a lot.
"I've wanted you for a while now..." Silvia replied, struggling to contain herself as she leaned against Ollerus' chest, a tinge of embarrassment tainting her voice as she averted her gaze from him.
Her response only seemed to fluster him, as Ollerus took a moment to process... well... EVERYTHING that had happened from last night to now.
Here he was, with the woman he loved the most, knowing absolutely NOTHING about love. While he was already somewhat good at pleasing her in bed, he had no idea what they were supposed to do, now that they were together, racking his brain on what to do as he seemed to space out for a moment.
Noticing the growing silence from Ollerus, Silvia pulled him down to her level and pressed her forehead against his, knowing what this uncharacteristically long silence meant after spending many a moon with him, cupping his cheeks and pressing her nose against his as she lay with him.
"What's wrong?" She asked, having grown accustomed to asking this very same question after cleaning up after him forever.
"...what do you want me to do...?" Ollerus asked, his lips mere inches away from Silvia's.
"Rather... what do you want from me... as a partner...?" He continued, although he knew that Silvia would stick with him no matter what, he wanted to make her even happier than she already was, his hands gripping tightly around her waist as his gaze turned downwards.
"Just... keep on doing what we usually do, I think that's all I need..." She replied, embracing him tightly, after all, she fell in love with him despite his shortcomings, as long as Ollerus was... well, Ollerus, then she'd be happy.
"Really? You don't want anything else from me...?" He asked, his head spinning with excitement as he felt her body press up against his.
"You already make me happy the way you are, I don't see any reason to change anything..." She replied, planting a kiss onto the top of his head, feeling like all was right with the world. "Although... I'd like it if you took care of yourself more, helped out around the house, among other things. That, and... well..." She continued, a grin forming on her face as she caressed the back of his head, shifting in place and pressing her breasts onto his chest, noticing a faint warmth press up against her thigh.
Turning her attention to Ollerus' steadily stiffening member, Silvia ran her hand down her partner's thigh and gave it a stroke, her touch immediately causing it to firm up as his cheeks blushed a bright red.
"I'd appreciate it if you were more honest about your... needs..." She asked, laying his head down onto a pillow and pressing her breasts up against his face, a wide smile plastered onto her face as she felt Ollerus' lips curl around one of her nipples, his length standing to attention as she made him feel right at home in her arms.
While he wasn't expecting their relationship to start off like this, Ollerus certainly didn't protest as Silvia giggled and began to stroke his waiting shaft, heeding her advice to take care of himself more as he allowed Silvia to take control and give him what his body needed.
Although he was quite excited for this new chapter of their lives, Ollerus wondered if he or his body could keep up with Silvia's "advances", not knowing if he could truly handle whatever she threw at him in bed, but even still, he figured finding out was still going to be something he could look forward to, if it meant seeing that side of Silvia once again.
Fiddling with a beaten-up Nokia clamshell as she listened in on a conversation happening just outside of earshot, Brunhild was tempted to stick her ear up against the door as she waited anxiously outside a hospital room, accompanied by a young girl with pigtails, with an armband fastened to her school uniform's sleeve, looking down at the... admittedly vertically challenged girl as she looked for a way to kill time.
"So, again, why am I being pulled in for questioning? He's my companion! I even have travel documents if you want them!" Brunhild asked, mere moments away from snapping at the girl as her eyebrow twitched, the air around her growing tense as she locked eyes with her.
"Let it go, Kuroko. I saw it happen, she's not the one responsible." A voice chimed in from the other end of the hall, both Brunhild and Kuroko looking towards the source of the voice, recognizing who it was in an instant.
"Wait just a moment, you're-" Brunhild exclaimed, recognizing the brunette in a Tokiwadai uniform making her way towards them, sparks flying off her forehead as she locked eyes with the Saint, apparently having remembered her as well.
"Onee-sama?!? What's the meaning of-?" Kuroko asked, before being brushed off by the girl, her eyes widening as she kept her gaze focused on Brunhild, her fists clenched tightly as she dared not take another step towards the both of them.
"What's this? I thought we did you a favor by attacking the High Priest?" Brunhild asked, looking at the door behind her as she grit her teeth in frustration, it was already bad enough that Fiamma had eaten shit after failing to strike the Magic God with the Fairy spell, if the Level 5 in front of her wanted to pick a fight, maybe grabbing onto her cranium and crushing it in her hands wasn't such a bad idea...
"That was you? Nevermind that, what have you been up to since last time?" Misaka replied, her brows twitching as she waited for Brunhild to make the first move, anticipating a fight right then and there, not knowing if there were any ulterior motives behind their visit, remembering what she and that other woman whose name escaped her, did to Touma in Denmark.
Pulling out an envelope and dangling it in front of her face, Brunhild handed the letter to Misaka and stepped back, crossing her arms as she looked away from the two Espers, a pit growing in her stomach as she had yet to hear about her companion's state.
"Make sure that boy receives it. It's the least we could do after last time, you know?" Brunhild ordered, still unsure of what to think regarding the letter, having read it in full. Although she didn't exactly know if One Eyed Othinus had truly been pacified by the boy, seeing Ollerus and Silvia made her think that she'd probably mellowed out thanks to his presence, not having seen any incidents the past month.
Immediately raising an eyebrow and opening up the letter, thinking this was a trap, Misaka's gaze softened as soon as she read the first line, folding it back up and cramming it into the envelope, now unsure of how to feel, having prepared to throw hands with Brunhild, not used to seeing her so somber like this.
"Is that so? How is he? Fiamma, I mean." She asked, looking at the door behind Brunhild, noticing her brow quiver as soon as she asked the question, looking back at Kuroko as she wondered if there was a reason why she was so worried.
"That's what I want to ask myself." Brunhild replied, letting out a deep sigh as she looked straight up at the ceiling.
All of a sudden, the doors behind Brunhild swung open as the man himself, in crutches, slowly limped out of the room, accompanied by a certain frog-faced doctor, and a girl in a red leather jacket, the very same armband worn by Kuroko fastened around her sleeve.
"The story doesn't check out... There's conflicting info coming in from all sides!" The girl exclaimed, shaking her head as she pulled out a phone, dialing a number and holding it up to her ear, letting out a frustrated sigh as she walked down the hall, wanting to get better signal.
Turning around and almost immediately rushing to Fiamma's side, Brunhild grabbed onto his right side and pulled him into an awkward embrace, her eyes closing shut as she muttered something in Finnish, relieved to see him still in one piece.
Shooting an odd look at the three people around them as his eyes widened in genuine surprise, Fiamma couldn't find anything to say as Brunhild seemed to hold onto him for dear life, feeling odd gazes from everybody else as he tried to think of a way to break the ice.
Pulling away as soon as she realized what she was doing, Brunhild turned around and took a deep breath, holding her waist and tapping her foot on the ground, left utterly speechless as she realized what she just did, taking a moment to think about... a lot of things, turning to face her companion as soon as she found the strength to talk to him.
"Is he allowed to travel at the very least? We have some very important business to attend to." Brunhild asked, locking eyes with the doctor.
"I'd suggest against it, but... I guess I'll just have to make an exception for now." The doctor replied, looking Brunhild up and down, having read up on what she was, still baffled that she and Fiamma had decided to return to the city.
Letting out a sigh of relief as she pulled up her phone, Brunhild checked to see if it was possible for the two of them to head back to Finland at this very instant, having grown rather exhausted from babysitting the one-armed Fiamma while they checked on the High Priest situation, finding it appropriate to pull out, now that they knew Othinus had more or less been pacified, feeling rather cross that her crimes had been left unanswered, but trusting Ollerus' word that she was more or less nothing more than a glorified spellbook at this point.
"Well, what about it? Do you think we can head back right now?" Fiamma asked, trying not to talk too much as he grasped his jaw with his left hand, trying not to move around too much as a sharp pain pierced through his right leg.
"There's a flight to Helsinki in three hours if you don't mind catching a ride all the way to Turku..." Brunhild replied, frankly quite exhausted from the entire ordeal, helping Fiamma out as she scooped him up in her arms to save time, awkwardly trudging through the Judgment officers as she tried her best not to accidentally hit any of them with the crutches.
The sounds of wet slapping filled the house as Ollerus held onto Silvia for dear life, his mouth planted firmly onto her breast as he grabbed onto her hips, drool dribbling from his lips as he suckled wildly on the Saint's breasts.
"Good boy! Good boy!" Silvia yelled, kissing the top of Ollerus' head as his cock slid effortlessly in and out of her pussy, staining the recliner with her juices as she held her lover close, gritting her teeth as her lips curled into a wild smile, her hips moving wildly as she panted profusely.
Thrusting into Silvia one last time, Ollerus' muffled moans filled the room as he collapsed backwards, still holding onto Silvia as he came deep inside her, his seed dribbling out the Saint's wet pussy as she fell onto him, the two continued to feel up each other as they had the entire house to themselves.
"God... I didn't know you wanted me this bad..." Silvia teased, keeping Ollerus sheathed inside her, giggling as he continued to suckle on her tits like a baby, his coos and moans soothing her as she continued to make him hers, stroking the back of his head and grinding against his hips slowly.
Ollerus' head was in a daze as he focused on fucking Silvia like no tomorrow, his desire for her only growing as he remembered all the moments they shared before last night.
The night she welcomed him after he'd returned from Academy City, and the subsequent hug they shared. The night they spent together after taking in all the children. Even though he knew it was wrong, Ollerus wanted her badly. He was never the type of person to lust after another, but Silvia... he couldn't tell why, but he'd always secretly wanted her.
Biting her lip as she craved yet another round of milking her beloved Ollerus dry, Silvia's grinding stopped abruptly as she realized just how exhausted she was, her pussy and legs torn between wanting to rest, and wanting to go for yet another round, letting out a deep sigh as she leaned against Ollerus, his mouth still attacking her breast like his life depended on it.
"Ollerus... I'm tired..." Silvia whispered, somehow excited as she imagined what he'd do once he was in control, his desire for her apparent as he continued to feast upon her supple breasts, letting out a whimper of a giggle as he pulled away from her tits, slobber coating his chin and neck as he stared into her eyes.
"Me too!" He replied, his lips curling into a warm smile as he chuckled along with her, catching his breath as he felt Silvia pull himself out of her, his body not wanting to cooperate with him as the Saint backed away, placing her arms behind her back and leaning forward, her dangling breasts, messy hair, and wicked smile beckoning him, his erection reviving at the sight.
Getting an idea as she noticed Ollerus' failed attempts to get up, Silvia scooped her lover up in her arms and carried him over to the bed, laying him down gently as she got herself comfortable, laying his head down on her lap as she gave him a smile.
"Don't you worry... let me handle this." She assured, stroking his hair and giving him a peck on the forehead, her head going crazy as she once more had him in the most vulnerable of positions, letting out a yelp as he eagerly closed his lips around her nipple, grabbing onto her breasts as he continued to suckle, cheeks flushed bright red as he surrendered himself to her.
It was embarrassing, really, being completely at Silvia's mercy in bed as she allowed him to indulge in her breasts. Some things never changed, he supposed, as she always seemed to be the one wearing the pants in their relationship, even more so now, as he was easily the most fragile out of everybody around him, not even able to stomach casting a simple spell without suffering a head-splitting migraine.
But, even though he didn't want to admit it, he reckoned this arrangement could work out for a while, seeing as to how Silvia enjoyed teasing him relentlessly whenever she wasn't mad at him for not looking out for himself.
Well, that, and the fact that he enjoyed being on the receiving end of her antics, no matter how painful and embarrassing they were. Much, MUCH, more than he'd like to admit.
As time went on, and the short hand of the clock moved a few paces, Silvia and Ollerus, fighting through their apparent exhaustion, refused to leave the other's side as they stayed locked together in bed, tongues intertwined as they cuddled, drenched with sweat and fluids as they began to tire out, the Saint's fingers interlaced in the Failed Magic God's hair as she spent her waking seconds of their new life together the only way she could.
Huddling his body into Silvia's as he shoved his index and middle fingers into her tired sex, Ollerus let out a muffled groan as her hand gripped at his cock, raking at her moist insides with his digits as he focused on bringing her to climax, slowly being edged out as she reciprocated his advances.
"We should... do this... more..." She moaned, her exhaustion showing as she tried to catch her breath, whipping her head back as a stream of fluids jettisoned out from her cunt, collapsing into Ollerus as she felt a warm stickiness shoot onto her chest, planting her lips onto his in order to stifle his moans.
Grabbing at Silvia's chest as he craved her more and more, Ollerus bucked his hips weakly as Silvia continued to stroke, collapsing onto his back as she broke the kiss, brushing her hair away from her face as she took the tip of his cock into her mouth, slurping and licking at the tip as she cleaned out every last drop of his essence, sitting up and gathering what load she could onto her index finger, giving her coated digit a slurp as she looked down at her lover.
"Poor boy... I should've known you were this pent up..." Silvia teased, her sarcastic tone causing Ollerus' erection to spring to life once more, narrowing her eyes at him as she lay down next to him, rolling over to her front as her left leg went up in the air, tracing a line on his chest with her finger as she began to think clearly again.
"Is that a bad thing?" Ollerus asked, clearly embarrassed by her observstion, too tired to even look at her.
"Of course it is! If you don't relieve yourself from time to time, all that stress will accumulate and boil over into something worse!" Silvia reprimanded, finding her lover so undeniably adorable as his cheeks glowed a bright red upon hearing what she had to say, stroking his chin with her free hand as she thought long and hard about what she could do to him, now that they were together.
In an instant, Ollerus' face went pale as he imagined having to hide from Silvia every time he felt... aroused, her ravenous hunger and unbridled desire making her far more dangerous than any Magic God. Although he wasn't the type of person to dwell on any of those unwholesome thoughts, Silvia made it far more difficult to push those thoughts to the back of his head, seeing as to how she was the reason why he had those thoughts in the first place.
Ollerus was at a loss for words as Silvia licked his glans clean, too aroused to think of anything to say as he found himself growing more erect by the second as Silvia began to cuddle up to him, blushing furiously as he tried to think of an excuse to get up.
Rolling over to the side and taking a passing glance at the clock by her bedside, Silvia shot up in disbelief and reached for the clock in a frenzy as she forced herself to do a double-take, covering her face in shame as she set the clock down on the bed beside her.
2:34 PM
Taking a look at the clock beside him, Ollerus was just about ready to faint as he realized just how long they'd spent doing the deed, vividly recalling how the sunlight hit the bedroom window when he first woke up, refusing to believe that they'd been at it for more than 5 hours at this point.
"...Oh my god... did we really...?" He asked, too stunned to speak, getting into the mood once again as he thought about what they did during that 5 hour period, growing restless as he imagined what they could do if they didn't care about time, smacking some sense into himself as he remembered that they had things to do, still in disbelief at how much sex they'd had on their first day as a couple.
"Do you want to go for more?" She teased, still raring to go despite her exhaustion, being shut down immediately as Ollerus planted his face into her pillow, thinking he'd deserved a break for making her mattress wet with her fluids, her thighs wet with his seed and her fluids as the two mixed together and seeped from the sheets, running a finger across her belly as she wondered if he'd gotten her pregnant from 5 hours of unprotected sex.
"Well... no. Not yet, at least." Ollerus replied, trying his hardest to be honest with Silvia, trying to keep his desire for her to himself as he struggled to move his legs, rolling over and squeezing his legs together as hard as he could, trying to hide his still-erect cock from his hungry partner. "Do we have anything to do today?" He asked, inching closer to Silvia with great difficulty, his entire body aching as he realized just how much they'd done in the past 5 hours.
"We can afford ourselves one day of rest, can't we?" Silvia replied, her lips curling into a sly grin as she noticed Ollerus trying to lay a hand on her, inching forward to meet him.
Running his fingers through Silvia's hair, Ollerus blushed as he felt her hand squeeze at his thigh in response, meeting her lustful gaze as she tried to point at his erection with her eyes, squeezing his legs tight as his cock stood to attention in response.
"I thought you made it a point to let me help out around the house?" He asked, finding it odd that the normally overbearing Silvia was acting so playful and... for the lack of a better term, horny. Fearing that their status as boyfriend and girlfriend gave her the power to make him do whatever she wanted.
Getting onto her knees and leaning forward, Silvia pressed her tits against Ollerus' face, stroking his hair as she rubbed her chest against his lips.
"If my word makes you promise to help out around the house, surely it'll get you to take a break, won't it?" She teased, although she loved getting him all flustered like this, she wondered just how much he actually enjoyed it, finding his body to be more truthful than his mouth as she felt something hard press up against her thigh, fighting the urge to lower herself onto it.
"Alright! Fine! As long as it makes you happy!" He replied, backing away and falling onto his back, growing fearful as Silvia towered over him, prime position to be ridden, a position he didn't want to be in, not until he'd recovered at least.
Hearing these words from Ollerus had become routine at this point.
But now, hearing it after they'd more or less confirmed that they'd been more than just companions since the beginning, hit harder than when they were still travelling together.
"How about you? Are you happy about it...?" Silvia asked, not wanting to be TOO overbearing as she moved away from Ollerus' rapidly hardening member, her smile softening as she narrowed her eyes.
"Of course! Why wouldn't I?" He replied, sitting up and lungi forward, meeting Silvia mere inches away from her face. "I'm not sure what we can do today, but I want to do something with you!" He suggested, choking up with embarrassment as he stopped himself from saying a certain word, cheeks glowing deep red as he failed to comprehend how much his and Silvia's relationship had developed in such a short amount of time.
Even though he was smiling, Silvia could tell something was up.
"No funny business this time, what exactly do you want to do today?" She asked, pressing her forehead up against his, feeling the intense heat of his cheeks as her lips sat less than an inch away from his. "No need to be embarrassed, we're dating now, right? If anything, that just means we can be more open about... certain things." She assured.
Ollerus closed his eyes as a shriek escaped his throat, stuttering on his next words as he remembered why Silvia adored him so much.
"D-do you want to go on a date...?" He asked, mumbling out the question as he still couldn't comprehend that Silvia wasn't going to be as scary as she was before.
Brushing his hair wildly as he stared deeply into the mirror, Ollerus let out a sigh of relief as the stray strand on the right of his head finally relented and stayed down to match the rest of its companions, setting the brush down onto the dresser as he looked over himself one more time.
He remembered why he liked to stick to the same outfit for so long as he threw on a thick green parka, moving his arms about with minor resistance as he tested out just how much he could move in the damn thing.
"Ollerus? Are you done?" Silvia asked, knocking at his bedroom door.
Scrambling to zip up his coat in a last-ditch effort to look as dashing as he possibly could, Ollerus rushed towards the coat rack by his door and took out a black beanie sitting at the top, plopping it onto his head in a panic.
"Yes!" He replied, turning the knob and swinging the door open.
While he wasn't sure what to expect, Ollerus was still caught off guard as Silvia leaned against the doorway, looking quite different to how she usually dressed.
A patterned deep maroon shirt dress with black sleeves, with images of black roses decorating every inch, its sleeves, skirt, and collar lined with black lace, worn over what looked to be a black transparent undershirt, black leggings poking out from underneath her skirt, stylish laced boots that ensured she wouldn't be disadvantaged when she had to tread on snow, and he signature goggles replaced with a black headband.
Suffice to say, Ollerus was blown away.
"Are you sure you don't need anything else? If you're dressed for the weather, why not go all-out?" She asked, pointing to his navy blue Converse sneakers. Although she knew he wasn't the type to dress up, she found his attire to be quite charming in an odd way. His Alpha Industries parka, graphic tee, beanie, jeans, and Converse sneakers, while less elegant and refined as her outfit, still looked quite good on him, having grown used to his prior outfit and wanting so desperately to see him in something else.
"I... don't have any boots..." He replied, staring slack-jawed at her outfit, even though he knew Silvia could dress up quite nicely due to her background in the Royal Maids, he was still caught off guard at how gorgeous she looked in that deep red dress, thanking every deity he could name that he could die happy, seeing this absolute pinnacle of beauty standing before him.
"Then, why don't we get you some? I'll treat you." Silvia offered, her lips curling into a smile as she watched Ollerus stare blankly at her.
"... Alright." Ollerus replied, still enamored by Silvia's attire.
Fearing that Ollerus had gone into autopilot from all the shenanigans they'd gone through up to this point, Silvia grabbed onto his right hand and gingerly pulled him towards her, her cheeks glowing brightly as she realized that this was the first time either of them had gone on a proper date as partners.
Sure, there were times where they'd take each other out for something nice, but now was different.
Even though Ollerus enjoyed being on the receiving end of whatever Silvia had in store for him, it didn't feel right this time, grabbing onto her hand as he gazed deeply into her eyes.
"How about I take you somewhere to eat before then? I have enough for somewhere nice." He suggested, half-lying as he'd misplaced his wallet and was relying solely on the thousands of Euros he'd amassed over the years, several hundreds of which were stuffed hastily into his pants pocket.
"I'd love that!" Silvia replied, cracks showing in her composure as her eyes widened, stars flying around the edges of her vision as she wondered why she didn't see this more assertive side of him out of work more often, her jaw agape with shock as she felt a fraction of what he felt whenever she did things to him.
Setting Fiamma down onto the back of a cab, Brunhild let out a sigh of relief as she stuffed what little luggage the two of them carried into the cab's trunk.
While their time in Academy City was painfully short, they'd done what Ollerus and Silvia had asked them to do, and gauged how powerful a member of True GREMLIN could be.
"I'm beginning to think the Fairy Spell isn't all that reliable..." Fiamma lamented, making way for Brunhild as he scooted over to his left, holding his head as he remembered how hard High Priest had made him hit the ground, thankful to have survived two encounters with Magic Gods up to this point.
"We were given a pitifully short window of time to work on it, no wonder why it's so undercooked..." Brunhild replied, completely out of it as she wondered how exactly she could help, not knowing if the preparations she'd made in the past year to create the Gungnir Replica would still be in effect, now that the Saint from Necessarius had done her work, still unable to fathom just how powerful High Priest was as she thought about what she could've done to help.
Stealing a glance at Fiamma as the two of them shared a sigh of relief, Brunhild couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy, having been at the helm of two failed plans and losing his right arm, while he was now rather amicable, daresay somebody she could see as more than just a travelling companion, she couldn't help but feel like he'd been dealt a way worse hand than he'd deserved.
"So, what now? Do you still plan on staying with those two?" She asked, looking out the window as the driver revved up the engine.