“What is it you want?” She asks. I can’t help a smile ghosting across my mouth.
“What do you think I want?” I ask her. She’s seemed better lately and I’m glad to see my feeble attempt at humour elicit a smile from her. One so strong as my Integra should not be sad.
“I suppose I can imagine…”
“And what does Integra-sama imagine I want?” I ask, sliding against her slightly. She reaches over and lays a far hand on my knee, pressing against me and pushing me back on the bed. I go willingly, laying down as well as I can as she lays out next to me.
Her face is mere inches from mine, I can feel her breath on my cheek and her hand is sliding under my top. My lips pucker slightly in anticipation of hers, of her gifts of kisses that grow more powerful every time she bestows them.
Then suddenly she it tickling me, her hands moving deftly across my stomach and I can’t help but squeal and wriggle like a little girl, grins lighting both our faces as she peruses me.
Finally, I manage to make her stop, we are both laughing now and I manage to snag the kiss I wanted as we lay there beside each other, holding each other close and laughing softly.
It’s so good so see her happy, I suppose that is my final reward.
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