Vaggie was beyond exhausted. Running the hotel alongside Charlie was always a test of patience, but today had been particularly brutal. Angel Dust had pushed Husk too far (again), Niffty had nearly set the kitchen on fire, and Alastor… well, he had been his usual unnerving self.

All she wanted was to crawl into bed with Charlie, hold her close, and let all the stress of the day melt away. She pushed open their bedroom door, rubbing her temple. "Sweetie, I swear if I hear one more—"

She froze mid-step.

Charlie stood in the middle of the room, half-undressed, humming softly to herself. Vaggie's brain short-circuited.

The princess of Hell was turned away from her, her golden curls cascading over her bare shoulders, leaving her porcelain skin exposed. A lacy black thong hugged her hips, accentuating every curve and highlighting her round, enticing ass. Her clothes lay discarded on the floor, creating a chaotic yet beautiful scene, leaving her in nothing but that unfairly small scrap of fabric and a delicate bra that barely covered anything.

Vaggie's throat went dry.

Charlie turned, oblivious to the utter crisis happening in Vaggie's mind. "Oh! Hey, Vaggie."

Vaggie could barely breathe. "H-Hey."

Charlie smiled, completely unbothered by her state of undress. "Perfect timing! I need your help with something."

Vaggie forced herself to look at Charlie's face and not let her gaze drift down. "Uh, yeah? What is it?"

Charlie picked up a measuring tape from the nightstand, twirling it playfully in her fingers. "I need you to measure my ass."

Vaggie's brain stopped functioning entirely.

She blinked. "You need me to what?"

Charlie pouted slightly, her eyes wide and innocent. "I need exact measurements for a dress, but I can't get the right angle. And obviously, you're the only person I trust with this."

"You—you seriously need me to do it?" Vaggie questioned incredulously, still trying to process the absurdity of the request.

Charlie laughed, her carefree demeanor making Vaggie's heart race. "Well, yeah! Who else would I ask?"

Vaggie opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it again, searching for a way to say no without actually saying no.

Charlie quirked a brow, her teasing tone making Vaggie's insides twist. "You know, you have seen and touched my ass before, remember?"

Vaggie clenched her jaw, her whole face burning. "That is not the same thing."

Charlie, looking far too amused now, stepped closer, pressing the measuring tape into Vaggie's hands. "C'mon, please? I really want this dress to fit perfectly."

Vaggie had survived countless battles as an Exorcist. She had faced horrors beyond imagination. But nothing—nothing—had ever tested her willpower like this.

With a deep, shaky breath, she took the measuring tape, feeling the weight of the ridiculousness of the situation. "Fine."

Charlie's face lit up with an infectious smile. "Yay! Okay, um, do I stand straight or—"

"Just—just turn around," Vaggie muttered, her voice barely above a whisper, trying to suppress the fluttering emotions swirling within her.

Charlie turned around, arching her back slightly as she planted her hands on her hips, a posture that sent Vaggie's heart racing. Vaggie kneeled down, her body betraying her as she unfolded the tape, her mind racing with thoughts that made her feel both excited and mortified.

And then she regretted everything.

Because now she was at eye level with Charlie's ass.

Her whole body went rigid. The thin lace of Charlie's thong left very little to the imagination, and Vaggie's hands trembled as she carefully looped the tape around her girlfriend's hips. This was fine. Totally fine. Just a simple measurement.

Her fingers brushed against Charlie's soft skin, and she swore she felt her heart slam against her ribs.

"Don't squeeze. Don't touch. Don't—"

Charlie shifted slightly, and Vaggie nearly choked.

Her grip on the tape tightened. "S-Sweetie, stay still."

Charlie giggled, the sound light and teasing, making Vaggie's heart race even faster. "Sorry! I just wanna make sure it's accurate."

Vaggie was fighting for her life.

Her hands trailed lower as she adjusted the tape, and Lucifer help her, she was so close. Her breath came faster, dirty thoughts clawing their way into her mind. The heat of Charlie's skin, the way her curves pressed against Vaggie's fingers, the way her butt jiggled playfully—

She clenched her jaw. "Focus."

Charlie hummed, her voice sweet and melodic. "You okay down there, Vaggie?"

Vaggie squeezed her eyes shut for a second, willing herself to think of anything else. "Peachy."

"Are you sure? You're shaking."

Of course I'm shaking, you absolute menace.

"I'm fine," Vaggie ground out, but her voice was strained, her heart hammering in her chest.

Charlie peeked over her shoulder, golden eyes twinkling with mischief. "You are being very careful. It's cute."

Vaggie's fingers twitched, caught between wanting to pull away and the urge to linger just a moment longer.

This was torture.

Finally, she yanked the tape back and shot to her feet, her cheeks blazing. "Done! We're done. Measurements are over. Never ask me to do that again."

Charlie turned, her expression a mix of surprise and playful innocence. "Vaggie, are you—"

"I need a shower immediately."

Charlie smirked, stepping closer and looping her arms around Vaggie's shoulders, pulling her in. "You sure you don't wanna double-check?"

Vaggie groaned, the teasing lilt in Charlie's voice making her heart race even faster. "I hate you."

Charlie pressed a soft kiss to the top of Vaggie's head, giggling. "No, you don't."

Vaggie sighed, resting her forehead against Charlie's chest, feeling the warmth radiating from her girlfriend. "No, I don't."

But next time, she was absolutely making Charlie measure herself.

Just as she thought the moment was over, a mischievous idea struck Vaggie. With a swift movement, she reached down and gave Charlie's ass a playful pinch.

Charlie yelped, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of delight. "Vaggie!" she exclaimed, her cheeks flushing.

Vaggie couldn't help but chuckle as she pulled back, feigning innocence. She felt a rush of satisfaction at catching Charlie off guard. "That's for torturing me with that beautiful ass of yours," she replied, her tone teasing.

Charlie's expression shifted, a glimmer of something more playful igniting in her red eyes. "Well, if you're feeling feisty, maybe I should join you in the shower?"

Vaggie raised an eyebrow, surprised by Charlie's forwardness but unable to hide her smile. "Oh, really? You want to share the shower with me after all that?"

Charlie nodded, a cheeky grin spreading across her face. "Absolutely! I could use some help getting cleaned up… and maybe a little more measuring."

Just when Vaggie thought Charlie couldn't surprise her anymore, the princess of Hell took a bold step back, her hands deftly working the clasps of her bra. In one fluid motion, she tossed it aside, her bare skin glowing in the soft light.

Vaggie's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing at the sight. "Charlie!" she stammered, her cheeks flushing anew.

With a playful wink, Charlie then slipped her fingers into the waistband of her thong, sliding it down and stepping out of it with a flourish. "Come on, this ass isn't gonna wash itself," she said, taking Vaggie's hand and leading her toward the bathroom.

Vaggie felt her pulse quicken, the playful atmosphere shifting into something more intimate as they made their way to the bathroom. "You're unbelievable," Vaggie murmured, a mixture of exasperation and excitement bubbling within her.

"And you love it," Charlie replied, her laughter echoing around them as they stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind them.