[ Honestly, she's a downright concerning mess... her appearance is a mixture of marks that aren't unusual from intense sex, and bruises along her thighs and body that look as if she took multiple tumbles down a flight of stairs.
The way she's still twitching and shivering from the sensation of it all... really just speaks to how long her m-streak is. She's a ruined mess, broken from head to toe, and yet... ]
Hah...
[ He can't help but admire his handiwork, his eyes gazing upon her fondly. If it weren't for the fact that he's completely tapped out, the sight might've gotten him going again. The way she looked coming out of the water had been provocative enough, after all. She may not be thinking about whatever else she's slick with, but he can see everything from his angle. ]
We'll figure it out...
[ As he says it, he unzips his hoodie—in which it remains amazing that he kept it on the whole time, even as he himself was sweating up a storm—and takes it off, finally looking a little more appropriate for the season... or at least, about as appropriate as "black jeans and a dark blue t-shirt" goes.
It's large enough that it'll practically eclipse her entire frame, cover her arms entirely, even cover her thighs for the most part... she really is just that much smaller than him, huh? The only downside has to be that it smells a whole lot like him now. ]
Well... I suppose I have to admit to having a grand time here at the beach now, don't I?
You'd better. I'm not going home until I can find somewhere to clean up this mess you made. [ Sullenly, with no bite in her voice whatsoever: ] I really hate you.
[ Even without fae eyes, that's transparently without any really dislike behind it whatsoever, but for her to come out with something like that as a retort... she's definitely more than a little mad. Oops. ]
It's the middle of summer and I'm going to need to wear long sleeves and cover my neck for who knows how long... you're awful. You didn't think about any of that for a second.
[ That's what she's saying... but even as she complains, she reaches a trembling hand up to touch his face. She's not the only one who looks like a mess. ]
You'd better carry me home, you know. This is your fault.
[ He laughs dryly... though mostly because he's just so similarly exhausted. Oh he's in deep shit, but he knew that was going to be the case already. Still, it's hard not to laugh at such an obvious lie. ]
Well, I guess that just means we'll be matching, now won't we...? Though you could also flaunt it like I always said you should.
[ Or he could do her a favor and heal her to regain some goodwill... he'll have to think about that. Weigh his options, you know?
He lifts his hand to hold her trembling one, at which point he turns his head to tenderly kiss her hand in response. ]
Yes, yes... whatever you want, Ai...
[ God she's so beautifully damaged... he's falling in love all over again, and it's the result of her marred visage of all things, still leaking everything that he shot inside her. ]
Oh, so now it's whatever I want? [ Ah. Definitely more than a little mad. ] You sounded like you were having more than enough fun doing what you wanted.
[ ... she says, as if she hadn't been begging and pleading and voicing her approval at length the entire time. And even though she's putting on a very good show of being mad at him, when her trembling fingers touch his face, it's gentle - she strokes some of his hair back from his face, traces lightly over his cheekbones, brushes her thumb over his lips. Honestly, she's practically petting him like a cat at this point. ]
You're not even going to pretend you're sorry, are you? You jerk. I waited all this time to wear a cute swimsuit and you ruined it.
[ nobody tell her the cute swimsuit was exactly the problem. ]
But of course! I did suggest stopping at one point, you know.
[ Except he hadn't meant it in the slightest... and only after he had driven her crazy with overstimulation. How convenient of him.
She lets her run her hand along his face... he'd have words about the comparison to being petted like a cat, but her touch is soothing... despite how upset she clearly is. One could argue that she's sending mixed signals. ]
Oh, I'd say you got good use out of it in the end though... or at the very least, I did.
[ It doesn't help that he's not helping his own case. ]
[ Okay, enough being nice. Her other hand rises as well, so she can pull on both his cheeks. ]
Is that supposed to make me feel better?! ... Ugh, don't answer that. The more smug you get about it, the madder you're making me. You're lucky I've only got one Command Seal left or I'd use one to make you sleep out here on the beach until I felt like forgiving you.
[ She lets up on pulling on his face and her hands drop down to her lap. That's already a little more exertion than she was quite ready for. ]
Will you at least go and check if there's a place I can wash up before we go? I'm not putting on your hoodie while I'm... ugh. Like this.
[ For now at least - a half second after he vanishes, one of her sandals flies right through the spot where his face was a moment ago. ]
It's the last chance you're gong to get to do it!
[ That's a lie. Both of them know it's a lie. But she hisses it anyway just to try and piece together a little of her dignity in the aftermath of... all this. And then she just goes right back to sulking.
Honestly, she'd probably be less mad if she hadn't enjoyed it as much as she had. ]
[ The sound of laughter echoes quieter and quieter… though he did leave his hoodie behind. Honestly, with all the things he did while wearing it, it’s sweaty and caked in his scent… even if she rinses off, properly washing her battered and bruised body will have to wait until she gets home.
He’s gone for long enough to presumably let her get all the sulking out of her system… or maybe not, since she’s still covered in the aftermath of his merciless treatment to remind her of everything they did.
Everything she said, too. Begged, more like.
But of course, he does return, a dark mist forming in the middle of the cabin as he rematerializes in front of her. ]
Well, there are certainly plenty of outdoor showers available. The beach is hardly deserted, though.
[ Makes sense. The showers are outdoors since they’re mostly just used to rinse off saltwater or sand… or maybe he’s hiding the location of a more enclosed area just to mess with her, it’s hard to tell. ]
[ Ai doesn't even blink when he returns - she's gotten used to him popping in and out with that little trick and it barely even registers to her anymore. What does catch her off guard is what he actually has to say for himself. She'd been sitting back, leaning against the wall while she'd waited for him but at his words, she sits up very straight in alarm. ]
Huh?! But it's-
[ She whips around to look over her shoulder at the little window on the back wall. Even with the blind pulled down, she can still tell it's dark out. ]
Why are there so many people on the beach after dark?
[ She's actually starting to sound a little panicked. ]
[ Her other sandal slaps into his chest and goes thumping to the floor. Going by its trajectory, it was probably supposed to hit his face. ]
I'm not testing my luck on something like that! Not when I'm-
[ Her frustrated expression gives way to something a little more... tender, we'll call it, a rosy blush high in her cheeks. ]
... It's not just embarrassing. I mean, it definitely is, but...
[ She peeks up at him. Those puppy dog eyes were bad enough when she was making a show of it, but now they're entirely sincere and without guile, it's a hundred times worse. ]
Maybe you like showing off but... when I'm like this, I don't want it to be for anybody but you.
[ He already knew that much, but hearing it said out loud... and with that look on her face...
His expression freezes in one of surprise... both at hearing her say it out loud and the fact that, inexplicably, his heart just skipped a fucking beat.
And for the first time tonight, he looks away sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his head with flushed cheeks. ]
...then, hurry up and put that on, I'll carry you home. I don't care if it gets dirty.
[ ... with a huff; ] It's already dirty, isn't it? You kept it on the whole time.
[ It's not even close to being as much of a mess as she is right now, but...
She does her best to make sure she's at least... sort of presentable before she puts the hoodie on. Swimsuit back in place, pareo... it's probably a lost cause but she ties it back around her hips anyway. She toes her sandals back on before shrugging on the hoodie and zipping it closed.
... it's kind of ridiculous how much she's drowning in it. Even with Oberon being as scrawny as he is, Ai's still so much smaller than him that it's hanging most of the way down her thighs and her hands are entirely swallowed by the sleeves. Between that and the way the hood bunches up around her neck... if you didn't know what to look for you could almost miss what was wrong. ]
I still can't believe you wore this to the beach... but I guess I should be grateful.
[ IMMEDIATELY, she thwaps him with her newly equipped sweater paws. ]
Don't even think about it.
[ He probably wasn't. Hell, he almost certainly wasn't. Even Oberon's got his limits. But she's taking absolutely no risks after what this evening has turned into. ]
Gah...! I wasn't! Though that's definitely an idea...
[ Honestly? Considering what he just put her through, it's a reasonable reaction to have. It's a good thing, then, that he well and truly is tapped out. He's not sure he could get himself "ready" for another round right now even if she tried to get him to that state. ]
Sheesh, it's your fault I lost control like that anyway. Give me a break...
[ So he says, still not giving her a satisfactory explanation before moving to scoop her up into his arms. ]
How is it my fault that you can't control yourself...?!
[ She's not protesting about being scooped up, at least... though she doesn't put her arms around his neck like she usually does, instead clinging onto his shirt to keep herself steady. Yup. She's definitely still fuming. ]
Next time I can go to the beach, you're absolutely not invited. You can stay home and sulk on your own if I can't trust you not to get like this about it.
[ She pokes his cheek... ]
And when we get home, you're definitely not coming to bed with me.
It's absolutely your fault, and if you can't realize what you did, then that's on you too.
[ The worst part is that he's not entirely wrong... this girl is already hopelessly attractive enough, and then she came out with maximum levels of provocativeness... not that she'll ever realize it, looks like.
In any case, he takes her cheek-poking and sulking in stride, carrying her out of the cabin much the same way he carried her into the cabin. Fortunately, there's really not a lot of people left on the beach... least of all anybody who would recognize that a man carried the most beautiful woman ever into the cabin and then came out hours later with said-woman in a disheveled state. ]
Yes, yes, I'll take my punishment... even if it's a little harsh, considering how you were clearly enjoying yourself.
[ He'll take his punishment, huh...?
...
...next time she goes to the beach, he's gonna show up without any warning as the Faerie King, isn't he? ]
[ Bundled up in his arms like she is, it's impossible not to tell that she tenses up just a bit when they step outside. The cool night air nips at her face but it's mostly the anticipation of being caught doing something she absolutely shouldn't have been doing.
... But there's hardly anyone there. Certainly not anyone paying enough attention to take notice of them. ]
A late night beach party, huh? [ She tugs his hood up over her head even so. ] I don't know why I thought for a second that you weren't full of it.
[ Really, what does it say about her that this is the Servant she's the most compatible with... ]
Besides. I have to be harsh with you if you're ever going to learn your lesson.
[ He absolutely under no circumstances is ever going to learn any kind of lesson from this. Except maybe all the wrong ones. ]
You're the worst behaved Servant anybody's ever had.
[ Every word out of his mouth is a lie, best to not forget that kind of thing. Granted, there are a few people still out and about, but as beach-goers? Not at all. ]
Hah... what can I say? I'm a liar.
[ He's learned so many lessons today. How to make her beg for more being one of them, turns out. ]
Maybe! But I'm yours, aren't I?
[ Her Servant, carrying his bundled-up, bruised and broken Master back home. She might have to fight him out of the bathroom so she can bathe in peace... ]
What you are is a handful. [ "My handful." ] I guess that's proof I really do suck as a Master. There's no way you'd act up like this for a half decent one who knew how to keep you in line.
[ Of course, even as she's grousing about it, she knows perfectly well that Oberon only acts up like this because of her - Master or not. ]
Maybe not letting you into bed is going too easy on you. Maybe I need to come up with something else, too.
[ ... Her arms drift up and wrap around his neck. ]
Hah, I thought I already spoiled you plenty back there.
[ Does... does hours of overstimulation really count as being spoiled? ]
...But alright, yes ma'am.
[ There should be something he can stop by on the way back... ice cream or something else sufficiently sweet. Nevermind that his hands are full with Ai, but ah well. This is his Master's demand, after all. ]
[ As if she's reading his mind or maybe just getting a premonition of an excruciatingly embarrassing future: ] Not on the way home. I'm not giving you the chance to show me off while I'm like this.
[ Because he absolutely, positively would. So she's not even giving him the opportunity!! ]
We're going straight home so I can take a bath and then go to bed. And you can go sleep on the roof or something.
Fine, fine... oi, isn't the roof a bit much!? Not that I need to sleep in the first place, but if if that's the case then I'm not getting you anything sweet.
[ He has his limits! Push him too far and he will get petty! ]
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The way she's still twitching and shivering from the sensation of it all... really just speaks to how long her m-streak is. She's a ruined mess, broken from head to toe, and yet... ]
Hah...
[ He can't help but admire his handiwork, his eyes gazing upon her fondly. If it weren't for the fact that he's completely tapped out, the sight might've gotten him going again. The way she looked coming out of the water had been provocative enough, after all. She may not be thinking about whatever else she's slick with, but he can see everything from his angle. ]
We'll figure it out...
[ As he says it, he unzips his hoodie—in which it remains amazing that he kept it on the whole time, even as he himself was sweating up a storm—and takes it off, finally looking a little more appropriate for the season... or at least, about as appropriate as "black jeans and a dark blue t-shirt" goes.
It's large enough that it'll practically eclipse her entire frame, cover her arms entirely, even cover her thighs for the most part... she really is just that much smaller than him, huh? The only downside has to be that it smells a whole lot like him now. ]
Well... I suppose I have to admit to having a grand time here at the beach now, don't I?
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[ Even without fae eyes, that's transparently without any really dislike behind it whatsoever, but for her to come out with something like that as a retort... she's definitely more than a little mad. Oops. ]
It's the middle of summer and I'm going to need to wear long sleeves and cover my neck for who knows how long... you're awful. You didn't think about any of that for a second.
[ That's what she's saying... but even as she complains, she reaches a trembling hand up to touch his face. She's not the only one who looks like a mess. ]
You'd better carry me home, you know. This is your fault.
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Well, I guess that just means we'll be matching, now won't we...? Though you could also flaunt it like I always said you should.
[ Or he could do her a favor and heal her to regain some goodwill... he'll have to think about that. Weigh his options, you know?
He lifts his hand to hold her trembling one, at which point he turns his head to tenderly kiss her hand in response. ]
Yes, yes... whatever you want, Ai...
[ God she's so beautifully damaged... he's falling in love all over again, and it's the result of her marred visage of all things, still leaking everything that he shot inside her. ]
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[ ... she says, as if she hadn't been begging and pleading and voicing her approval at length the entire time. And even though she's putting on a very good show of being mad at him, when her trembling fingers touch his face, it's gentle - she strokes some of his hair back from his face, traces lightly over his cheekbones, brushes her thumb over his lips. Honestly, she's practically petting him like a cat at this point. ]
You're not even going to pretend you're sorry, are you? You jerk. I waited all this time to wear a cute swimsuit and you ruined it.
[ nobody tell her the cute swimsuit was exactly the problem. ]
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[ Except he hadn't meant it in the slightest... and only after he had driven her crazy with overstimulation. How convenient of him.
She lets her run her hand along his face... he'd have words about the comparison to being petted like a cat, but her touch is soothing... despite how upset she clearly is. One could argue that she's sending mixed signals. ]
Oh, I'd say you got good use out of it in the end though... or at the very least, I did.
[ It doesn't help that he's not helping his own case. ]
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Is that supposed to make me feel better?! ... Ugh, don't answer that. The more smug you get about it, the madder you're making me. You're lucky I've only got one Command Seal left or I'd use one to make you sleep out here on the beach until I felt like forgiving you.
[ She lets up on pulling on his face and her hands drop down to her lap. That's already a little more exertion than she was quite ready for. ]
Will you at least go and check if there's a place I can wash up before we go? I'm not putting on your hoodie while I'm... ugh. Like this.
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How cruel… my Master is so mean…
[ His pout is so fake… ]
Yes, yes, I’m on it…
[ He slowly starts to fade, dematerializing into his spirit form so he can exit unseen, but… ]
For what it’s worth, I think this is my best work yet…
[ So his fading, echoing voice says as he temporarily escapes any physical repercussions for reading her again. ]
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It's the last chance you're gong to get to do it!
[ That's a lie. Both of them know it's a lie. But she hisses it anyway just to try and piece together a little of her dignity in the aftermath of... all this. And then she just goes right back to sulking.
Honestly, she'd probably be less mad if she hadn't enjoyed it as much as she had. ]
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He’s gone for long enough to presumably let her get all the sulking out of her system… or maybe not, since she’s still covered in the aftermath of his merciless treatment to remind her of everything they did.
Everything she said, too. Begged, more like.
But of course, he does return, a dark mist forming in the middle of the cabin as he rematerializes in front of her. ]
Well, there are certainly plenty of outdoor showers available. The beach is hardly deserted, though.
[ Makes sense. The showers are outdoors since they’re mostly just used to rinse off saltwater or sand… or maybe he’s hiding the location of a more enclosed area just to mess with her, it’s hard to tell. ]
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Huh?! But it's-
[ She whips around to look over her shoulder at the little window on the back wall. Even with the blind pulled down, she can still tell it's dark out. ]
Why are there so many people on the beach after dark?
[ She's actually starting to sound a little panicked. ]
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[ Ooh, which one is the lie... unfortunately, there's only one way to find out. ]
Well, you could always test your luck. Hope nobody sees you? It wouldn't be the most embarrassing thing you've done tonight.
[ He is such an asshole... ]
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I'm not testing my luck on something like that! Not when I'm-
[ Her frustrated expression gives way to something a little more... tender, we'll call it, a rosy blush high in her cheeks. ]
... It's not just embarrassing. I mean, it definitely is, but...
[ She peeks up at him. Those puppy dog eyes were bad enough when she was making a show of it, but now they're entirely sincere and without guile, it's a hundred times worse. ]
Maybe you like showing off but... when I'm like this, I don't want it to be for anybody but you.
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[ He already knew that much, but hearing it said out loud... and with that look on her face...
His expression freezes in one of surprise... both at hearing her say it out loud and the fact that, inexplicably, his heart just skipped a fucking beat.
And for the first time tonight, he looks away sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his head with flushed cheeks. ]
...then, hurry up and put that on, I'll carry you home. I don't care if it gets dirty.
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[ It's not even close to being as much of a mess as she is right now, but...
She does her best to make sure she's at least... sort of presentable before she puts the hoodie on. Swimsuit back in place, pareo... it's probably a lost cause but she ties it back around her hips anyway. She toes her sandals back on before shrugging on the hoodie and zipping it closed.
... it's kind of ridiculous how much she's drowning in it. Even with Oberon being as scrawny as he is, Ai's still so much smaller than him that it's hanging most of the way down her thighs and her hands are entirely swallowed by the sleeves. Between that and the way the hood bunches up around her neck... if you didn't know what to look for you could almost miss what was wrong. ]
I still can't believe you wore this to the beach... but I guess I should be grateful.
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[ Oberon in a normal swimsuit... hell, Oberon with his chest out at all? The Faerie King might be seriously preferable to that...
More importantly, though, Oberon watches as she slips on his hoodie, and... ]
...Cute.
[ ...accidentally blurts his thoughts out loud. ]
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Don't even think about it.
[ He probably wasn't. Hell, he almost certainly wasn't. Even Oberon's got his limits. But she's taking absolutely no risks after what this evening has turned into. ]
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[ Honestly? Considering what he just put her through, it's a reasonable reaction to have. It's a good thing, then, that he well and truly is tapped out. He's not sure he could get himself "ready" for another round right now even if she tried to get him to that state. ]
Sheesh, it's your fault I lost control like that anyway. Give me a break...
[ So he says, still not giving her a satisfactory explanation before moving to scoop her up into his arms. ]
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[ She's not protesting about being scooped up, at least... though she doesn't put her arms around his neck like she usually does, instead clinging onto his shirt to keep herself steady. Yup. She's definitely still fuming. ]
Next time I can go to the beach, you're absolutely not invited. You can stay home and sulk on your own if I can't trust you not to get like this about it.
[ She pokes his cheek... ]
And when we get home, you're definitely not coming to bed with me.
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[ The worst part is that he's not entirely wrong... this girl is already hopelessly attractive enough, and then she came out with maximum levels of provocativeness... not that she'll ever realize it, looks like.
In any case, he takes her cheek-poking and sulking in stride, carrying her out of the cabin much the same way he carried her into the cabin. Fortunately, there's really not a lot of people left on the beach... least of all anybody who would recognize that a man carried the most beautiful woman ever into the cabin and then came out hours later with said-woman in a disheveled state. ]
Yes, yes, I'll take my punishment... even if it's a little harsh, considering how you were clearly enjoying yourself.
[ He'll take his punishment, huh...?
...
...next time she goes to the beach, he's gonna show up without any warning as the Faerie King, isn't he? ]
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... But there's hardly anyone there. Certainly not anyone paying enough attention to take notice of them. ]
A late night beach party, huh? [ She tugs his hood up over her head even so. ] I don't know why I thought for a second that you weren't full of it.
[ Really, what does it say about her that this is the Servant she's the most compatible with... ]
Besides. I have to be harsh with you if you're ever going to learn your lesson.
[ He absolutely under no circumstances is ever going to learn any kind of lesson from this. Except maybe all the wrong ones. ]
You're the worst behaved Servant anybody's ever had.
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Hah... what can I say? I'm a liar.
[ He's learned so many lessons today. How to make her beg for more being one of them, turns out. ]
Maybe! But I'm yours, aren't I?
[ Her Servant, carrying his bundled-up, bruised and broken Master back home.
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[ Of course, even as she's grousing about it, she knows perfectly well that Oberon only acts up like this because of her - Master or not. ]
Maybe not letting you into bed is going too easy on you. Maybe I need to come up with something else, too.
[ ... Her arms drift up and wrap around his neck. ]
Bring me something sweet to to eat, too.
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[ Does... does hours of overstimulation really count as being spoiled? ]
...But alright, yes ma'am.
[ There should be something he can stop by on the way back... ice cream or something else sufficiently sweet. Nevermind that his hands are full with Ai, but ah well. This is his Master's demand, after all. ]
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[ Because he absolutely, positively would. So she's not even giving him the opportunity!! ]
We're going straight home so I can take a bath and then go to bed. And you can go sleep on the roof or something.
[ A level beyond sleeping on the couch?! ]
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[ She's learning...! ]
Fine, fine... oi, isn't the roof a bit much!? Not that I need to sleep in the first place, but if if that's the case then I'm not getting you anything sweet.
[ He has his limits! Push him too far and he will get petty! ]
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