decorator | a stolen fruit; a childish sin has taken root

[ ... Her hand slowly lowers from the space between their mouths. ]

... Is it really okay, then?

[ She says it softly and tentatively enough that it comes out a little like a plea. ]

I don't know if I'll ever be able to say it. ... I'm still scared. I could only say it to Aqua and Ruby because I knew I'd never have another chance. And even then... I was so sure it'd be a lie.

[ It's all she knows how to do, after all. ]

... You've been looking for her all this time. It's the thing you've always wanted. ... Is it... is it really okay for it to be me?

[ His eyes look into hers, yet as they look into the real her… for once, they are gentle in doing so. ]

…Yes. No, please…

[ Her hand lowers, but he doesn’t lean in for a kiss. He keeps his eyes firmly in hers. ]

This may be the only place I can acknowledge it… so please… if you’ll love someone as vile as myself, then…

[ Nobody ever chooses Hoshino Ai. She's a consolation prize, if they'll even take her in the first place. When she throws her love out into the crowd, all that reciprocation is strictly for Ai of B-Komachi.

Maybe that's why she's so captivating. She doesn't have any choice but to take your love by force because when has anyone ever given it freely?

Nobody ever chooses her. And they certainly don't ask her to choose them in return.

It's irresponsible. Selfish. She's just watched him tear apart a whole kingdom, she's seen first hand just how cruel and vicious he can be. In any way you can find to describe him, he's a villain. What does it say about her if she's willing to look past all that because he...?

Her throat goes a little tight. He isn't asking to be chosen. Even if he's like her and he can't ever say it, what Oberon is asking her for is reciprocation.

She doesn't bother trying to speak. Right now, she doesn't trust herself to come out with the right words. It's way too easy to lie with them, after all.

So instead, this time, it's Ai who closes the gap between them and kisses him. ]

[ ~~If she's willing to look past all of that, then she must truly be Titania.~~ He returns the kiss, closing the distance and meeting her halfway. If he's a villain, the evil king of a story, then would this make Ai his evil queen?

If that's the case, then he'll corrupt her all he wants. He's a villain, after all. Who else is better suited to claiming the idol of everyone's hearts for himself? ]

Ai...

[ There they are, kissing even as the credits finish rolling... what a terrible pair of movie-goers, aren't they? ]

[ It settles warmly in her throat every time she hears it - her name, the way Oberon says it. Right from the start, hearing it had made her feel... real again, maybe. It hadn't stopped the feeling that she was something dead walking around but it has stopped her from feeling like a ghost.

Now it makes her heart lift. That thought strikes her again - that for her heart to be stirred at all, then it's the proof that she's alive. ]

You have to keep saying my name like that. [ Another of those softly muttered commands into the breath between kisses. ] You have to keep reminding me that I'm here.

[ Because otherwise, she can't quite bring herself to believe it. ]

I'll say it as many times as you need, Ai...

[ He'll say it again and again, he'll grace her ears with the sound of her name in his voice as much as she wants... until the world itself knows that Hoshino Ai is here and alive.

He kisses her, indulges in her here in this dream even after what they did in reality. Be it there or in a dream, he simply can't get enough of her... the feeling of her in his lap, her lips against his, her small frame in his hands...

So that even if the morning lark comes, he'll never forget her... so that she never becomes a midsummer night's dream. ]

[ She's known from the start that this was a dream, not anything tangible or physical but she's taken by the thought of just how real it all feels regardless. She's more than familiar wit his touch by now, familiar enough that she'd know if it felt wrong or off in any way - but she can't tell any difference. Even their kisses feel just as good as they had in reality.

Which is a really bad thought to let sit in her head. Especially since the only reason they'd actually slowed down and stopped last night (this morning...) was because they'd gotten too exhausted to continue. But here, even though her skin is still painted with the marks he'd left behind, she feels perfectly fine.

Hm. ]

So if it's this place... can be maybe a tiny bit more honest with me than usual?

[ Her voice is still soft, but... when she speaks in that kind of tone, there's no other word for it but trouble. ]

[ For once, he's found himself... confused at her choice of words and tone. He knows that voice, he knows that it's an indicator for trouble. ]

Huh? The hell is that supposed to...

[ ...but then he gets a proper look at her, and it starts to fall into place. There's... there's no way, right? I mean, sure, neither of them have the same fatigue that prompted them to pass out instead of continuing even as the sun rose, but... ]

O-Oi, seriously?

Hm? [ She giggles and has the audacity to tilt her head, her expression perfectly innocent... even as she's sitting up in his lap, her knees bracketing his thighs in the seat. Of course, dream or not, Oberon could easily move her if he really wanted to, but... ] Wow, you really do have your mind in the gutter, huh?

[ as if she didn't start this... ]

I was just talking about you being a little more honest while we're here. [ with a grin like a cat who just got the cream: ] What were you thinking?

Guh...! You...!

[ There she is, straddling his lap, looking up at him with that damn look in her eyes. Oh, oh she looks innocent, but her eyes say otherwise. Also?? The audacity to call him out on his mind being in the gutter?? You know he has fae eyes now, damn it!! ]

D-Don't give me that, you know what I see!

[ His face is unusually flushed... as though he genuinely hadn't seen this coming. He had expected her to at least still be mentally fatigued, but... ]

[ . . . Oh, this is way too cute. She'd only really meant to tease to get a rise out of him, a little bit of playful payback before both of them retreated but if he's going to look up at her with a face like that... ]

Wow. [ She sounds damningly matter-of-fact. ] Oberon, you're kind of more defenseless than I was expecting. It's cute.

[ Just saying that right to his face, are we... And of course, the way she's leaning in to kiss him again certainly isn't helping at all. ]

Wha...!

[ What the hell is this? Is this revenge? Revenge for how he treated her for hours and hours? This girl, who has an m-streak a mile wide, is now pulling this on him!?

Before he can even pull out a retort, she's claiming his lips with hers, effectively shutting him up and claiming the last laugh for herself. His hands are stiff with shock and an inability to process what's happening right now, but they stay on her waist...

...and with her straddling his lap like this, she gets to directly feel the results of her success. ]

[ It'd be beyond mean to laugh. She's the one prodding and provoking a response out of him, so it'd be awful of her to laugh when she's getting exactly what she asked for.

And yet... ]

Pfft...! [ Another giggle comes puffing out against his lips and she pulls back just enough to speak. ] I guess I did say I wanted you to be honest with me...

[ She shifts her hips a bit - just enough to press into him and make him very aware of all the places their bodies are touching. The little part of her brain that remembers how to be embarrassed does its best to speak up and remind her where they are but she shuts it up. They're in a dream. So why does it matter? ]

But I could always stop. If it's a little too much.

[ She tilts her head. ]

So should I stop?

[ Oh, he was already hyper-aware of that. Now she's just driving him crazy. He lets out a soft grunt as she presses down on him, a noise that couldn't make it any clearer how that felt.

Are they the worst movie-goers or what? They talk during the movie, make out during the movie, are obnoxiously affectionate during the movie... and now here they are, doing this right in a public theater.

Not that there's anybody else there, but... ]

I... you...

[ Oh that's cruel of her, asking him if she should stop. There's only one answer he can give, and she's making him say it out loud? What did he do to deserve this? ~~The hours he spent bullying her in much the same way, that's what.~~ ]

Don't... don't ask that now, idiot...

[ He could easily turn the tables, hoist her up and reverse their positions, plow her silly for the rest of this dream so that she knows her place...

...but that look in her eyes somehow manages to keep him completely pinned. ]

Why not? You're the one making a fuss all of a sudden. It sounded a whole lot like you wanted me to stop.

[ It didn't sound even a little like that. In fact, when he's looking up at her with that uncharacteristically overwhelmed face, when he's making a sweet little noise like that...

Well. All of a sudden she thinks she might understand why he took so much evident delight in being so awful to her last night.

She leans in a little - her hands are braced on either side of him, steadying herself on the back of the seat. Like this, her skirt's ridden up her thighs a little. One of the straps holding up her dress has slid down her shoulder. All of a sudden, she feels so wonderfully shameless that she really can't hold back.

But even with her expression suddenly so mischievous, something about it is soft as well. ]

Oberon. [ Her voice is dangerously sweet as she presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth. ] Can I keep going?

[ God, they really are meant for each other, aren't they? The dam burst last night, and now all of the shamelessness that Ai held back is now spilling forth in a way that not even Oberon can handle. ]

G...

[ His words catch on his throat, still overwhelmed by what she's doing to him and how much he likes it... he thought he would only find this kind of enjoyment in having her at his mercy... and yet here he is, feeling much the same way at being at her mercy. ]

G... Go on, then...

[ He's still going to make her pay for this later, though. Even though it's just in a dream, he silently vows to make a complete mess of her again in reality as soon as her body can just barely take it. ]

[ For just a second, that look of mischief warms into something sweeter, more affectionate. Pleased and fond. She presses another of those tender little kisses to the corner of his mouth. ]

Mm. Alright then. [ And just like that, the mischief is back. ] What was it you said...

[ With her hands anchored to the back of the chair she's in the perfect position to press into him even more shamelessly. Even with this many layers between their bare skin, the friction already feels much too good to resist. ]

I'll go ahead and help myself. ⭐

[ And with that, she kisses him properly - while making sure to nip at his bottom lip, of course. See how you like it, buster. ]

[ WOW. He's gonna remember that! He's gonna ruin you, later! Just you watch! ]

M-Mn...!

[ Yet even as he swears to leave her in even more of a ruined state than she was when they both passed out, he lets her grind up against him, coaxing yet another soft groan before her teeth find his lip. ]

Why you...

[ Still, even if he's defenseless... that doesn't mean he can't return the favor at least a little. She nips at his bottom lip, so he nips back... all while his hands start to roam her body, feeling her just like he had done last night, even through the various layers still on them. ]

[ Another of those giggles against his mouth. She bites down on his lip just hard enough to sting but not draw blood - see? she's more considerate than someone she could mention - before she pulls back to give him a grin. ]

Jeez, you're already super impatient, huh? I've barely teased you at all and you're already...

[ Well, at least she's admitting what she's doing...

Rather than finishing her sentence though, she turns her attention to more important matters - shedding her jacket and letting it drop to the floor. The irony of wearing a pure white sundress for something like this... she can't say she doesn't appreciate it. ]

Heehee. There. Is that a little better?

[ She has not, incidentally, let up on rocking her hips into his this whole time. ]

Hngh… fuck…

[ There’s no point in sugarcoating it, he’s hard as a rock. Each grind, each rock of her hips, is driving him mad. ]

Ugh… you’re a devious woman, you know that…?

[ No more than he’s a devious Servant, that is. The irony of her pure white appearance isn’t lost on him either… especially when it contrasts with the woman he corrupted himself. ]

…Yeah, much better.

[ He says, his hands now moving to go under her dress to feel the bare skin underneath. ]

[ She has the audacity to beam at him. ]

Of course I am. I'm your Master, aren't I?

[ In other words, they're just as bad as each other. But he should know that by now, right?

She dips her head down so she can kiss him again - only once and briefly at that before her lips press to his cheek, the corner of his eye. She might as well let him have his fill of touching her before she gets really mean. ]

Besides. Isn't this all your fault? You were the one who dragged me in here.

[ This time, her lips find their way to his ear, where her voice puffs out in a warm breath. ]

Who even knows what you were planning.

[ God, beaming at being called devious, she really is his Master. ]

H-Huh!? You came in here on your own, and I'm not the one who wants to do this in a dream right after... hnngh...

[ He can't even get out a sentence with her on him like this, making it increasingly clear just how bad his defenses are. It really is just a matter of who gets the first strike with them, isn't it?

It has him rattled, responding so indignantly to her claim that he brought her here explicitly for this when he should (supposedly) be able to just brush it off. ]

I-I'll... remember this, damn it...!

Oh, you will? Good. It'd a shame if I went this far and you forgot once we woke up.

[ She presses the words in with a kiss - and then a bite, tugging on his ear with her teeth just enough to sting. See? She can play at this, too. ]

Besides. There's no way you're ever going to make me believe you don't want this just as much. I can feel it right here.

[ Another agonisingly slow drag of her hips against him. If it's already stirring a pleasant impatience in her belly, then she feels pretty confident that it's at least twice as bad for him. ]

So you really are the type who's totally defenceless when you're caught off guard... that's so cute.

Sh... Shut up...!

[ It's a completely new look for him, his face flushed completely red. He practically shudders when she bites his ear, and that slow grind. ]

Fuck...

[ Twice as bad? Try three times... he's desperate for her to do more, the layers containing the large dead giveaway of how much he's enjoying this only serving to edge him even further... yet he's incapable of pushing her down.

All he can do is fight back as best as he can, so as to retain at least some of his pride. ]

Defenseless... as if you can talk...!

[ His hands start to run up her chest, fingers tracing the various marks on her skin, even in this dream. Clearly, he didn't bite her enough, seeing as how she's all too willing to turn the tables on him. ]

[ The laugh that puffs out against his ear really can't be called anything but smug. ]

Of course I'm defenceless. I'm an idol, aren't I? And I was getting picked on by an awful bully like you. There's no way I'd ever be able to stand up for myself.

[ Another kiss - this time to his jaw as she makes her way back to his mouth. ]

So what's your excuse for not being able to stand up to a helpless little bunny like me? Unless...

[ Back to his mouth, another kiss much too quick to be really satisfying. ]

You just don't want to?

[ She settles against him, the warm press of her body at once a promise and a threat. And her low, honeyed voice is certainly the latter. ]

Oberon. You said it yourself. If it's here, you can be a little more honest, right?

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