Edmondia: *nose*
EnsTren: *nudge*
Edmondia: *poke*
EnsTren: *nose*
Edmondia: hmmmmmmmmmn. I actually have time in my schedule this year to go to those nifty foreign relations council luncheons.
EnsTren: oooh and ahhh
Edmondia: might go to the one next wednesday... it's with the consul general of Japan
EnsTren: ee
Edmondia: n_n
Edmondia: so how are you?
EnsTren: gor a headache, eating peanuts, drinking coffee
Edmondia: *petpet*
Edmondia: caffine should help, yes-no?
EnsTren: I think headache is due to want of food or liquids
Edmondia: ohdear
EnsTren: *shelling peanuts*
Edmondia: am editing stuff on website for movage
Edmondia: is taking long time
EnsTren: ick
Edmondia: indeed
EnsTren: *chewchew swollow*
Edmondia: Seth has allowed Atemu to dress him.
EnsTren: ooh?
Edmondia: Step. "YEEEEOW!"
"You have to be careful how you walk."
"My unborn children will have their revenge for this!"
EnsTren: ..uh?
Edmondia: translation: Seth tried to walk in ubertight leather pants
Edmondia: he is now regretting it
EnsTren: *giggles*
EnsTren: does this imply that yugi and atemu are proprtional hence not it not hurting as much
Edmondia: nah, it implies that they know how to move in such pants
EnsTren: kay
Edmondia: whereas Seth usually wears cargo pants and loose jeans
Edmondia: tight pants make him go 'yiee!'
EnsTren: heh
Edmondia: he is now staring at his boots and wondering how the hell they work
Edmondia: he also wishes to make out in public with sheSeto more often
EnsTren: heee
Edmondia: and has taken the convertible to school and is lounging prettily waiting for her to come out
EnsTren: She is...glaring at him from a window he can't see into
Edmondia: He's grinning wickedly and has kicked his bare feet up and sprawled backwards, giving several delighted secretaries (who are peering out the window) quite a lovely view of his tummy.
Edmondia: You get out soon, right babe?
EnsTren: Bastard. Stop showing off in my car
Edmondia: I missed you, he pouted in her general direction, I was lonely so I came to pick you up and now you're calling me names.
Edmondia: Is this what I get for being devoted? Is this my reward for unfailing loyalty and care?
EnsTren: It's your reward for letting other people look at what's mine.
Edmondia: People get to look at you all day.
EnsTren: But I don't lounge to look good.
Edmondia: No, you just look good with whatever you do. And sitting upright isn't exactly comfortable.
EnsTren: You're showing lavacious secretaries your stomach, that's mine.
Edmondia: I'm just giving you a reminder of what you have to come home to after a hard day's work. Trophy husband, remember?
EnsTren: You're here because you want me to polish you.
EnsTren: Or spit shine or whatever metaphore you want
Edmondia: Something like that, yes.
Edmondia: And I missed you.
EnsTren: Pervert. Sweet pervert but still a pervert. No public displays of affection.
Edmondia: None at all? You were being so nice about it at the ball...
EnsTren: Maybe some, most likely not.
Edmondia: Aww... Seto, baby, lemme have at least a little fun...?
EnsTren: Bad dog.
Edmondia: Hey! That's not nice!
EnsTren: Rar.
Edmondia: C'mon baby, gimme at least a little sugar?
EnsTren: ...Don't ever use that phrase again.
Edmondia: Hee. Sorry lover.
EnsTren: Grr...
Edmondia: Oh, c'mon baby, he purred, Why not show those silly secretaries just what belongs to you?
EnsTren: I can do that without doing to much.
Edmondia: Kisses are acceptable.
EnsTren: I've perfected The Glare.
Edmondia: ...I'd really prefer kisses. And fondling, if you're so inclined.
EnsTren: Pervert.
Edmondia: ...I'll make you chocolate mousse for dessert, he enticed, voice a honeyed singsong.
EnsTren: hmn....
Edmondia: And your favorite beef dish for dinner...
Edmondia: And tomorrow I'll make you breakfast in bed... he purred, Cinnamon toast and fresh fruit and juice... he coaxed.
EnsTren: ...What do you want?
EnsTren: And I better get coffee with hotchocolate too.
Edmondia: Yes, baby, of course. And I want a public kiss.
EnsTren: One public kiss.
Edmondia: One public kiss, he affirmed, And not just a peck. I want tongue.
EnsTren: One public kiss that includes involvement of my tongue?
Edmondia: Or involvement of mine. I would like to take my time.
EnsTren: What do I get for letting you take your time?
Edmondia: What would you like to get?
EnsTren: It not being on front page or tabloids?
Edmondia: I can do that. Do the reporters really skulk around your high school?
EnsTren: They followed you here.
Edmondia: Ooops. Well, I'll fry their film. Is it a deal?
EnsTren: ...alright.
Edmondia: Yay! I get to kiss my Seto, I get to kiss my Seto!
EnsTren: ...
Edmondia: ...what?
EnsTren: YOu sound like a little kid
Edmondia: I'm only nineteen.
EnsTren: You sound like someone younger than Mokuba
Edmondia: I never had a proper childhood. I'm just living out what I was denied.
EnsTren: ...I do love you, you know?
Edmondia: ...of course I know, baby, he murmured, sounding a little puzzled, I love you too.
EnsTren: ...Is it bad that I'm a girl?
Edmondia: Of course not! Why would you think that, baby?
EnsTren: Just thinking..about a book.
Edmondia: ...what book?
EnsTren: Peter Pan.
Edmondia: ...uh?
EnsTren: I have a copy at home, Mokuba absolutely adores it, you can read it
Edmondia: What has that got to do with us being in love and you being a girl?
EnsTren: Not wanting to grow up.
Edmondia: And you being a girl...?
EnsTren: You want me to have your babies, don't you?
Edmondia: ...yes...
EnsTren: Then I'll have to grow up, won't I?
Edmondia: ...we both will, just a little bit more. Your body's ready, but we aren't.
EnsTren: I don't want to grow up though.
Edmondia: We have time - just a little bit more won't make you old, baby, it'll just make you even more beautiful.
EnsTren: I don't want to be an adult.
Edmondia: You don't have to be an adult to be a mother.
EnsTren: I'll have to grow up
Edmondia: We have time, baby, we don't have to worry about it now.
EnsTren: ...Okay.
Edmondia: Okay, he agreed quietly, sighing softly.
EnsTren: She felt sad.
Edmondia: Baby-angel-mine?
EnsTren: Sadness. Slow sadness, prevasive sadness.
Edmondia: Tell me what's wrong?
EnsTren: I never want to grow up. And you already made me grow up a little.
Edmondia: ...I'm sorry...
EnsTren: It's okay.
Edmondia: ...do you mind?
EnsTren: I'm just afraidsad now
Edmondia: Why?
EnsTren: Growing up.
Edmondia: ...why?
EnsTren: I like my games, I like not killing people, I like not making weapons.
Edmondia: You can keep doing that when you grow up, baby. You should keep doing that, it's what makes you happy.
EnsTren: No...
Edmondia: Why not?
Edmondia: Doesn't it make you happy?
EnsTren: Adults make weapons and kill people, war.
Edmondia: Adults make peace and help people, prosperity.
EnsTren: They also ruin the peace.
Edmondia: They also maintain it.
EnsTren: I for one think humans in general are horrid beings
Edmondia: I for one think humans in general are perfectly all right, but easily misled.
EnsTren: I don't like sheep
Edmondia: I'm hardly a sheep, angel-baby-mine.
EnsTren: Wolf.
Edmondia: Growl.
EnsTren: I don't want to talk anymore.
Edmondia: What do you want to do?
EnsTren: Not talk
Edmondia: You're almost free of school, we can go home and make out.
EnsTren: maybe...
Edmondia: I'll make you a snack?
EnsTren: Yeah, that would be nice
Edmondia: A snack and then kisses?
EnsTren: Maybe
Edmondia: ...you don't want my mouth on you anymore, do you? He sounded mournful.
EnsTren: No.
Edmondia: ...dammit, baby, I'm so sorry...
EnsTren: Not your fault.
Edmondia: It is my fault.
EnsTren: No.
Edmondia: I'm sorry, pretty beloved. I'm so sorry...
EnsTren: Not your fault.
Edmondia: I hurt you.
EnsTren: No you didn't.
Edmondia: If I didn't hurt you then why won't you let me touch you anymore? he challenged, but there was deep hurt in his tone.
EnsTren: Not in the mood for it now.
Edmondia: I should hope not, you're still in school. But the misery remained.
EnsTren: I'm not hurt
Edmondia: That's why you won't let me touch you.
EnsTren: No...just not in the mood--same way as just before my period
Edmondia: You're always exceptionally horny when you're just about to, though.
EnsTren: And sometimes during it I punch you if you kiss me
Edmondia: Also true. You're very hard to read, baby.
EnsTren: Good.
Edmondia: Hmph. Women are an evil species.
EnsTren: Men are the bastards with too much testosterone
Edmondia: You like my testosterone, he teased.
EnsTren: MOst of the time
Edmondia: I seem to recall waking up one morning because you were poking it. To see how long it would take to 'get up' as it were.
EnsTren: I am a scientist.
Edmondia: Can you at least tell me before you start experimenting on me? I didn't even have time to jack off because you wanted breakfast.
EnsTren: You enjoyed 'feeding' me my second course though.
Edmondia: Heehee.
EnsTren: Perv
Edmondia: It's only because you're so damn sexy.
EnsTren: I'm not
Edmondia: Are too.
EnsTren: I'm not
Edmondia: Did you see that picture of us on the society page? Centered in the collage, at the top? Damn sexy.
EnsTren: Cloaths.
Edmondia: And eyes, and lips, and smile.
EnsTren: Pretty, not sexy
Edmondia: The way you were looking at me? Babe, I was half-hard all night just from that.
EnsTren: !!!
EnsTren: In the classroom she ducked her head and adruptly scribbled something to hide her scarlet features
Edmondia: Then you started groping me and finished the job, he purred wickedly. Sexy.
EnsTren: Evil actually.
Edmondia: That too. You should jump me more often, I don't think I've ever been that turned on in my life.
EnsTren: Blushblushblush.
Edmondia: And you did it with Mokuba there! It got painful, you evil sex goddess!
EnsTren: See, evil. Not sexy.
Edmondia: Incredibly sexy. Erections hurt when they last that long.
EnsTren: ....!!!
Edmondia: And you certainly didn't help matters when you decided to grind yourself on it. I nearly came right then and there.
EnsTren: hehehee....
Edmondia: But I figured your panties were wet enough already, he purred wickedly.
EnsTren: You're evil too
Edmondia: You gave me that look at the beginning and then you threw yourself on me. How I managed to not pounce on you earlier is somewhat bewildering to me.
EnsTren: Yamimine...
Edmondia: Hmn...?
EnsTren: Evil.
Edmondia: Your fault. Too sexy.
EnsTren: Evil.
Edmondia: Glad you appreciate my services, beloved.
EnsTren: Evilevil
Edmondia: Muahaha, baby. Muahaha.
EnsTren: ...
EnsTren: You are so going to get it.
Edmondia: My kiss? Gropage? A blow job?
EnsTren: I will be evilevilevil
Edmondia: Good, he purred, velvet-dark. I'll be evil too.
EnsTren: I will be eviler
Edmondia: Eviller than you were before? Purrrrrrr.
EnsTren: Evil.
Edmondia: I want my kiss soon.
EnsTren: You wait.
Edmondia: How much longer?
Edmondia: Class can't last for too much longer, can it?
EnsTren: You're early.
Edmondia: But I wanna kiss you now!
Edmondia: He sprawled back over the seats, pouting. Hurry your class up or something.
Edmondia: The bell chose that opportune moment to ring.
EnsTren: She slowly stood up and took her damn time sauntering her way outside. She talked to him in the meantime, tormenting slightly with her words
Edmondia: He was humming softly, half-purring, yawning and stretching in anticipation, a sultry smile curving his lips and making a few freshman girls very lightheaded indeed.
Edmondia: Seto, I wanna collect on my kiss, he purred, idly plucking at the end of his shirt and coinincidentally raising it even higher.
EnsTren: Impaitent manwhore.
Edmondia: Very. Come and buy me, mistress.
EnsTren: There was a snooty upperclass sniff, I'll need to inspect the merchandice first
Edmondia: Oh, please do. Shall I remove some clothing that you may have a better look, o goddess?
Edmondia: He slid his hand slowly up his tummy, pushing the shirt even higher, well aware of the audience that was staring. And drooling.
EnsTren: Isn't there a private screening room available?
Edmondia: Not when the model is posing with an expensive car. You'll have to go back to the brothel for that.
EnsTren: So we shall.
Edmondia: Goodie, he purred, I so love repeat customers.
EnsTren: You must be suitable for all five sences.
Edmondia: I'm very talented, he purred, And suitable for all forms of entertainment.
EnsTren: Touch, scent, sound, sight, and taste...
Edmondia: And I cook, clean, do laundry, tend the children, keep up the garden, and care for the pets. I also sing, dance, and offer spiritual enlightenment, as well as provide magical protection for your home and loved ones.
EnsTren: 'Slices dices, cooks and cleans?' Perhaps I'll keep it.
Edmondia: I'm also trained in many obscure Egyptian rituals whose results are guaranteed.
EnsTren: If you evicerate my Duck I'll kill you.
Edmondia: I was referring to the more... exotic arts.
EnsTren: Hmn...you won't hurt my duck?
Edmondia: Your duck has nothing to do with the rituals to which I refer, o great patroness.
EnsTren: ...And my cat? You won't hurt my cat.
Edmondia: (she has a cat? o.o I thought she only had the duck and the baby seal)
EnsTren: (cat=pusy)
Edmondia: (oh)
Edmondia: I won't hurt your cat. I can provide a variety of sensual experiences that will involve nothing but the sweetest pleasures a goddess of your standing deserves.
EnsTren: Purr....
EnsTren: You provide a good scratching post? Her eyebrow raised at him as she exited the school, hips moving with a subtle extra swing
Edmondia: Among other services, he purred, settling artistically back, eyes heavy-lidded, a sultry smirk on his lips.
EnsTren: Hmnn...
EnsTren: She sped up slightly and came to stop at the car door.
EnsTren: He found himself wishing she would wear the girl's uniforms.
Edmondia: My Hathor, he greeted with a sinful smile.
EnsTren: She bent right over the door and grabbed him by the front of his shirt and tugged him closer for his kiss
Edmondia: He purred openly and tilted his head up for his kiss, hands coming to rest on her hips.
EnsTren: She got into the car with him--without even bothering to open the door.
EnsTren: Her hand rubbed his thigh and upwards...
Edmondia: He made a very pretty noise into her mouth and slid his hand down her leg.
EnsTren: And suddenly her hands were off
EnsTren: "Let's go out to eat."
Edmondia: "Mmkay," he agreed a bit breathlessly, "Where?"
EnsTren: "There's a nice little resturant a few blocks away"
Edmondia: "Okay," he said agreeably, and stroked his fingertips up her thighs. "Do you want to drive, or should I?"
EnsTren: "You," her hand touched him again, and try not to crash.
Edmondia: I have very good self-control, he purred, and slitherd back into his seat proper, still stroking his hands down her body.
EnsTren: "Drive."
Edmondia: "As my lady commands," he purred, and and drove.
Edmondia: ...you know, I think the secretaries nearly died with hormone overload.
EnsTren: She groped him, Oh? You think so?
Edmondia: I'm fairly certain, yes. And your classmates were openly drooling. He groped her with his free hand.
EnsTren: Hands on the wheel and eyes on the road.
Edmondia: Sigh. As you wish, pretty baby. He put his hands back on the wheel reluctantly.
EnsTren: Her hand stayed on him.
Edmondia: He purred in the back of his throat.
EnsTren: Hikari was evil
Edmondia: He loved it. Sexy baby. I'm going to hand-feed you lunch.
EnsTren: Ohh?
Edmondia: Yep. And probably get us thrown out the restaurant for suggestive behavior. Or put in the window for passers-by to drool over.
EnsTren: So long as there is a tablecloath
Edmondia: Yes, baby, I'm sure there will be. For us. Take off your jacket and unbutton your top a few buttons.
EnsTren: She obliged him and craned her neck then rubbed it.
Edmondia: Streeeeeeeeeetch it baby. Meow.
EnsTren: She grined and streched more, sticking her chest out
Edmondia: Now jiggle, he flashed her the yummy sexy grin.
EnsTren: She turned to him and pressed her boobies up against his arm and kissed his ear
Edmondia: ...I'm concentrating on the road, you know, he said, and took a very quick peek down her top.
EnsTren: And saw her hand creep up from the bottom to undo the catch inbetween her boobies
Edmondia: ...and do that, he said, and firmly focused his eyes on the road.
EnsTren: She purred and groped between his legs breifly before settling down and buckling herself in
Edmondia: It earned her the Cream Your Panties Grin (tm).
EnsTren: I'm not wearing any.
Edmondia: Goodie. Up for a quickie in the bathroom?
EnsTren: You have to wait.
Edmondia: Drat. Oh well, I'll have to content myself with feeding you and fantasizing.
EnsTren: Which is the point
Edmondia: I can fondle you under the table.
EnsTren: No, I will fondle you.
Edmondia: I can't fondle you back?
EnsTren: No. No panties means that my pants will obviously become wet
Edmondia: Oh dear, he drawled, Horror of horrors.
EnsTren: Indeed
Edmondia: I'll fondle you when we get home.
Edmondia: He pulled up at the restaurant and slithered out of the car. Lemme carry you in?
Edmondia: He opened her door and flashed her a winning smile.
EnsTren: No. No thouchy
Edmondia: Not even a little bit? He bowed slightly as he held open the door.
EnsTren: She slipped past him with a gracious smile, Not even a little. I touch you
Edmondia: As my lady wishes, he sighed, and hurried up to open the restaurant door for her.
EnsTren: They sat at a booth in a secluded corner and she took off her shoes under the table cloath.
Edmondia: He grinned. What shall we have?
EnsTren: She put her foot up right between his legs, slouched slightly and rubbed.
Edmondia: Mmmnngaahh...
EnsTren: She grined wickedly at him and ordered for both of them
Edmondia: He wriggled and made soft noises.
EnsTren: She...pointedly ignored his wiggles and noises.
Edmondia: He sprawled himself artfully across the seat and gave her a languid whimper.
EnsTren: She pushed a little and wiggled her toes.
Edmondia: Soft throaty growly-purr. He slouched prettily.
EnsTren: Evil?
Edmondia: Very. Lovely evil.
EnsTren: She pulled her foot away
Edmondia: ! Not lovely evil!
EnsTren: Then what? Both feet came up between his legs and pushed on his inner thighs so they were spread and he could not close them
Edmondia: ...sexy cock-teasing evil.
EnsTren: Yay!
EnsTren: A foot inched inwards and her toes wiggled against him.
Edmondia: I will have my revenge, he informed her, Oooooh...
EnsTren: She sang at him at how evil she was
Edmondia: He moaned very softly and wriggled.
EnsTren: Her toes wiggled
Edmondia: He wiggled against her toes.