Edmondia: there is cuteness in my head~
EnsTren: tell da nemichan?
Edmondia: just morning-after the shower night snuggling
Edmondia: Mokuba curled up into a little ball, Seto asleep, Seth gets up to do his morning rituals - and then comes back and feeds them breakfast in bed, 'cause he's a dork like that
EnsTren: awwww
Edmondia: ^_^
Edmondia: Mokuba's happy
EnsTren: Seto's all... pulling her nightshirt down and trying to cover more of herself.
Edmondia: Seth's flicking it back up again.
EnsTren: She's squeaking and trying to cover herself.
Edmondia: He's grinning and trying to push her shirt up.
EnsTren: She's hiding under pillows and blankets.
Edmondia: He's trying to dig her out.
EnsTren: She's making it difficult, but ooh he got a pretty ankle.
Edmondia: He's now tickling the pretty ankle.
EnsTren: And she's kicking with the pretty foot that's attached to it.
Edmondia: He's now attempting to run his fingers up her leg.
EnsTren: She's mewling and has stopped kicking.
Edmondia: He's taking this as encouragement and continuing higher.
EnsTren: She's purring and murmuring and it feels very nice so she's rolled over onto her stomach.
Edmondia: He's grinning and has just licked the back of her thigh.
EnsTren: Light tensing and a soft sigh. Wiggling feet and toes.
Edmondia: He slid his hands up her hips and gently tucked them beneath her nightshirt.
EnsTren: Yummy hikari, letting him touch.
Edmondia: "Ne, Neesama..."
EnsTren: Legs clapped together tightly and her face turned red. "Mnph?!"
Edmondia: Mokuba leaned over and kissed her cheek. "You're pretty when you're happy."
EnsTren: "Thank you touchan. Could you please leave the room now? We're going to do grownup things."
Edmondia: He snickered, hopping off the bed. "Like last night wasn't enough?"
EnsTren: "Bah!"
Edmondia: He wandered out of the room, arms folded behind his head. "Have fun, neesama, niisama - and always remember to be safe!"
EnsTren: Seto was startled, did Mokuba think she was... spreading her legs already?
EnsTren: Strangely that thought hurt her.
Edmondia: "Hikari... you know he didn't mean to hurt your feelings by implying that."
EnsTren: She folded her arms under her and hid her face in the space provided, forehead on forearms.
Edmondia: He lay beside her and gently ran his fingers down her spine. "...pretty light... it's not... one would assume simply from..." He sighed and decided to be blunt. "We act like we're sleeping together."
EnsTren: Her flesh twitched away from his hand at that proclamation.
Edmondia: "There's nothing wrong with that, pretty light," he murmured softly, petting her again, "We nearly are, and there's nothing wrong with that either. Mokuba knows that all the others are sleeping together, so it wouldn't seem that odd an idea that we would be doing the same."
EnsTren: She didn't like the idea of it.
EnsTren: She wasn't easy, even if she had sold herself to him.
Edmondia: "It's not about being easy," he sighed, "It's about being in love with your soulmate and wanting to be as close to them as is physically possible."
EnsTren: She felt physically ill.
Edmondia: He sat up and pulled the trash can to the side of the bed, just in case. "Beloved - sit up for me, please?"
EnsTren: She didn't, instead she pulled herself over to the trash can. Her hands were under her, against her sternum, and her elbows were bent and against the top of her breasts. Her head was hanging off the bed--even she wasn't sure if she was going to throw up or not.
Edmondia: "May I touch you?" he asked quietly.
EnsTren: I'M NOT EASY!
Edmondia: "I know that, pretty light, I wasn't suggesting that you were."
EnsTren: She was shaking.
Edmondia: "May I touch you, please?"
EnsTren: Why? Suspicious hikari.
Edmondia: "Because I love you and you're upset and I want to hold you."
EnsTren: You always want to touch me. She spat bile into the wastebasket.
Edmondia: "Yes, I do. There's nothing wrong with my wanting to touch you, pretty light."
EnsTren: It makes even my own brother think th-that...
Edmondia: "Beloved," he said gently, "There would be absolutely nothing wrong with us sleeping together. Absolutely nothing."
EnsTren: She did throw up then.
Edmondia: He quietly got up and poured her a glass of water, sitting down at her side again and pressing it into her hand. "Here."
EnsTren: She sipped and spat and then sipped and swallowed.
Edmondia: "Better?" he inquired after a few moments, watching her carefully.
EnsTren: She was very quiet, very pensive.
Edmondia: "...hikari?" he asked softly, "Will you speak to me, pretty light?"
EnsTren: She wasn't speaking at all.
Edmondia: He sighed heavily. "May I touch you?"
EnsTren: A very tiny nod and her mouth opened again, in case her stomach had any other gifts.
Edmondia: He very gently took her hands and twined their fingers together. "...are you all right?"
EnsTren: No, no she wasn't.
Edmondia: "...you know he only said that to tease you, don't you?"
EnsTren: She didn't like it.
Edmondia: "Tell him later that you don't like him joking about things like that and he'll stop."
EnsTren: She didn't like it that--were they that close that it was "obvious" that they were... doing that?
Edmondia: "Only around your brother, beloved, and - I know you don't like the idea, but... there is absolutely nothing wrong with intimacy."
EnsTren: She pulled away from him, pensive frightened hikari. If it was "obvious" then... how close were they, really? Her eyes widened so the whites were visible all around, like a spooked or crazed horse, and she pulled away from him, dry heaving into the wastebasket.
Edmondia: He sighed heavily, raking a hand through his hair. "...hikari..."
EnsTren: She was unhappy. It wasn't so much Mokuba's teasing as what the teasing was a sign of that upset her.
Edmondia: "...is it really so bad, being so close?"
EnsTren: THAT closeness was bad, badbadwrongfrightening. Frighteningfilthybloody. She didn't want even a hint of that kind of closeness.
Edmondia: "Hikari, what have we done together that is bad?"
EnsTren: They were close to THAT and she had barely realized how close it was.
Edmondia: "...if it weren't for that neither you nor I nor Mokuba would even exist."
EnsTren: I DON'T WANT TO HAVE CHILDREN! I DON'T WANT YOU TO TOUCH ME LIKE THAT! I DON'T WANT IT!
EnsTren: She fled from him.
Edmondia: He sighed and flopped back onto the bed, staring blankly up at the ceiling.
Edmondia: Go after her or not?
EnsTren: Poor hikari.
Edmondia: What was he supposed to do to make her feel better?
EnsTren: Did she...really not want to bare his children?
Edmondia: Did she... really not want him?
EnsTren: Did that Man scar her so much?!
Edmondia: It wasn't FAIR!
EnsTren: It wasn't RIGHT!
Edmondia: DAMN IT!
EnsTren: He wiped his eyes clear of the tears.
Edmondia: He wasn't doing her any good sitting here and doing nothing.
EnsTren: Besides, what if she climbed up a chimney again?
Edmondia: Best go after her, then.
EnsTren: And try to heal her.
Edmondia: He jumped off the bed and followed the trail of misery to his hikari.
EnsTren: She wasn't up a chimney, she didn't do that often.
Edmondia: Where was she?
EnsTren: ...Outside.
Edmondia: He went out.
EnsTren: Hikari had a play set out there for Mokuba and his friends, like the kind in a park, wood and steel and some plastic. It was actually rather large, perhaps three times more than the basic ones in parks. Hikari was in a corner just off the second bridge and hugging her knees.
Edmondia: "May I sit with you, my light?" he asked softly, careful to keep his voice low.
EnsTren: She tightened her legs to her chest. He'd take that as a "No" then. So he sat a few feet away directly across from her--the slope of the bridge made his back hurt but he didn't want to be threatening from a superior standing position.
Edmondia: How to start? With an apology?
EnsTren: Surprisingly it was she who apologized to him.
Edmondia: "What for, pretty light?"
EnsTren: Because she wasn't good enough, she informed him, because she didn't want to have his babies.
Edmondia: "...it doesn't matter," he said softly.
EnsTren: She was a horrible filthy WEAK excuse for a woman.
Edmondia: "What?! Why would you think that?"
EnsTren: Because she couldn't... stand the idea of that.
Edmondia: He hesitantly reached for her hands, stopping before he touched her. "There's nothing wrong with being scared, my light."
EnsTren: What about being disgusted?
Edmondia: "That... we need to work on."
EnsTren: That, too, disturbed her.
Edmondia: "Beloved... do I disgust you that much?"
EnsTren: It disgusts me, not you!
EnsTren: She looked at him shocked and sad and pleading with her prettypretty eyes.
Edmondia: "...oh," he said softly, and turned his eyes down.
Edmondia: "I thought... never mind what I thought."
EnsTren: "Tell me?"
EnsTren: "Please?"
Edmondia: "...if the thought of something I want disgusts you, how can I not?"
EnsTren: "You don't. You just frighten me."
Edmondia: "...you don't want me."
EnsTren: "I don't want anyone to do that to me."
Edmondia: He buried his face in his hands. It should be done together, my light...
EnsTren: Why do you want what I can't give you?
EnsTren: Why do you want something that will hurt me?
Edmondia: Because I'm pathetic.
Edmondia: Because we should be able to share it.
Edmondia: Because it shouldn't hurt you.
EnsTren: D-don't I give you e-enough p-pleasure now?
Edmondia: His head snapped up, and he reached for her instinctively before forcing his hands to still. Oh, baby, it's not like that at all! Nothing like that!
EnsTren: She wasn't looking at him, instead staring at her feet and looking very small indeed.
Edmondia: Oh, pretty light, it's not like that - look at me baby, please? I love you, I love how you make me feel - you know how much I love having you touch me, don't you?
EnsTren: I'm sorry I'm greedy. I don't give you enough in return, do I?
Edmondia: Look at me, please? Baby, it's not like that, it's not - you're not greedy, not greedy at all, I'm the one who's being selfish - look at me, please, mry?
EnsTren: Despite how at ease she sometimes appeared, and the control she effortlessly had over him, it was very hard for her to give him, and allow him, everything she did. He often forgot that in the face of her determination and masks.
EnsTren: She wouldn't look at him. I'm greedy. I'm not nearly as... She hesitated before setting on an euphmisim, "nice" to you as you are to me.
Edmondia: Beloved, I don't care about that, I love the way you feel, the way you smell and taste and how pretty you are when you cry for me. I'm greedy - I want you to feel that way all the time, I don't care about what you do to me, I just want to make you feel good.
EnsTren: Liar, she sniffed before her emotions curled in on themselves and lashed out in anger. You want me for you. And how can you make me feel that way all the time? by sticking your-your cock up inside of me!? What is it, a cureall, and all healer? How shallow is that!
Edmondia: He curled up defensively, in a shielding huddle long since forgotten when he'd finally grown tall enough to fight back. I didn't say that, pretty light, that's not fair and you know it, I didn't say that at all...
EnsTren: You say it's for me, you say it's for you, you want to put it inside of me and say that it won't hurt and that you want to make me feel good all the time when everyone is just looking out for themselves.
Edmondia: I have no self to look out for!
EnsTren: Yes you do, you want to... do that thing to me for your own pleasure.
Edmondia: Yes, may the gods damn me for wanting to be close to the woman I love, he snapped, mental voice thick with sarcasm, Because I'm so greedy and selfish and heaven forbid she might actually enjoy the experience.
EnsTren: She pulled away from him, sliding and scooting along the wall to put a touch more distance between them. Ooohhh, she said with equal sarcasm, I'm supposed to put behind all the hells I've experienced and spread my legs for a chance that what you do as you rut might be pleasant? Oh wait, but we've forgotten that I'm so wonderfully traumatized I can't even comfortably put the tip of one of my own fingers in, let alone let you try THAT. But then... you'd like that, wouldn't you? Nice and fucking tight.
Edmondia: He laughed.
Edmondia: Would you prefer things the other way around?
EnsTren: Unlike you I don't inflict intimacies on people.
EnsTren: Her eyes were narrowed, she did not like his response, so she got meaner.
Edmondia: Funny, you didn't seem to mind much last night. And I wouldn't care if you did - it's amazing what the human body can get used to.
EnsTren: I don't seem to recall ever getting used to you laying on top of me. Or, for that matter, touching me when I did not desire you.
Edmondia: Oh, is that what I am? Very convenient, aren't I? So glad to take the place of a vibrator for you, really.
EnsTren: Do I make a good blowup doll?
Edmondia: I wouldn't know, I've never tried one.
Edmondia: They might be more responsive then you are.
EnsTren: Images and things were swirling inside her skull, unpleasant things she ignored lest she become ill.
EnsTren: If that's all you want then rape me already and get it over with--since you're so sure that I can "adjust."
Edmondia: I'd rather not, actually. It's not a very nice feeling.
EnsTren: She was taking off her clothes, not in the artful teasing way she did smiling at him, but no, rather just pulling them off and flinging them down like a robot. If it wasn't a nice feeling no one would rape.
Edmondia: Get dressed.
EnsTren: Go on, do it, she said peeling off her panties, Give me splinters in my back. I wouldn't be able to stop you if you tried, and obviously I simply must repay you for all the kindness that you have showered me with.
EnsTren: And I have to "give you a chance" to let you "make me enjoy it."
Edmondia: He fixed her with a glare. And what makes you think I'd want to touch you when you're like this?
EnsTren: You already did, remember?
EnsTren: I promise I'll scream a lot for you--so I'll be better than a blowup doll.
Edmondia: His lips curled in a snarl, and he sprang lightly to his feet, stalking towards her. Is that what you want? he snapped.
EnsTren: It's what you want. Go on, rape me, make me so frightened of you that I won't be able to say no to you again. And if you work very hard, who knows, I might get Stolkhoms to add on my list of mental defects and then you'll have every damn thing you want.
Edmondia: He calmly collected her nightshirt and stalked over to her, then promptly yanked it over her head.
EnsTren: She did nothing, standing there impassively as when he had touched her intimately for the first time.
Edmondia: He tucked her in the shirt, and then retrieved her panties. These go on.
EnsTren: "Why? You prefer them off."
Edmondia: "Fine. Be that way." And he promptly picked her up and stalked back to the house.
EnsTren: She felt like a sack of wheat over his shoulder.
Edmondia: He made his way to their bedroom and dumped her on the bed uncerimoniously.
EnsTren: She stared at a wall and spread her legs.
Edmondia: He threw a blanket across her lap and stalked out of the room. "Call me back when you get some sense into your head," he snorted, and slammed the door behind him.
EnsTren: She didn't call him back that day, or the next. Seto was well aquainted with waiting games--and punishments always came, sooner or later.
Edmondia: She never once even so much as caught a glimpse of him anywhere around the mansion.
EnsTren: She regretted taunting him like that, but... Seto Kaiba had no patience for pointless facades.
Edmondia: ...was it really a facade?
EnsTren: He was going to do it eventually, with or without her permission, it was a facade that he was going to wait.
Edmondia: Why the hell had he turned her down?
EnsTren: It was a ploy.
Edmondia: To calm her down and make her... what?
EnsTren: She didn't know. Though... it would be more pleasant for him if she was trying to please him while he did... that.
EnsTren: She had looked for him once, curious as to where he was hiding.
Edmondia: She'd found him in an abandoned hallway, halfway between sun and shadow, head and body bowed in prayer - something that shouldn't have surprised her as much as it did.
EnsTren: She was... mildly disappointed when she found him as well--hoping he had been hiding better. And she had slept peacefully last night--because she had thought him gone to his cousin.
Edmondia: He never did anything right.
EnsTren: ...Well, he touched her right.
Edmondia: ...she wasn't supposed to miss that!
EnsTren: And she didn't, because it wasn't even an effort to not touch herself.
EnsTren: But not missing it didn't mean he did a bad job at it.
Edmondia: Two days suddenly seemed like a very long time to her.
EnsTren signed off at 3:59:34 PM.