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

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.

[ A level beyond sleeping on the couch?! ]

Tch, caught on, did you?

[ 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! ]

I upgraded you from the beach, didn't I?

[ S-so she really was thinking of banishing him there... at least for one night. If she doesn't make a point, he'll never learn! ]

But fine. You can come sleep on the couch if you need to sleep.

[ ... Squinting uncertainly at him. ]

How do you not need to sleep after all that?

How far do you think you can even banish me!?

[ What's after being banished to the beach!? The ocean!? ]

Ahh, typical Servant bullshit. Sleep still sounds appealing right now, though.

[ Technically not necessary, but still nice after one spends a few hours of... well, what they just did. It's a shame he won't be able to sleep in bed with her, but well, he was asking for this. ]

Ah, though now that I'm thinking about it... I'm something of a mess myself. Maybe I should join you in the bath?

[ He expects a prompt rejection and something close to a smack for that, but whatever. ]

[ Immediately and so, so incredibly flatly: ] Go hose yourself down in the roof, then.

[ There's absolutely no way for them to risk a repeat of... all that this immediately after, but just thinking about how smug he'd be at getting to admire his handiwork some more is already making her mad just imagining it. ]

Don't Servants have some way of cleaning themselves without a bath? You can basically do everything else with magic. And you've definitely got plenty right now.

[ mana transfer............ ]

[ He thinks you should be flattered that he wants to admire his handiwork, Ai! Besides, at this point he's still tapped out and will be for the night. If anything, this is the safest time to do anything intimate with him without it resulting in that. ]

Yeah, yeah, I know. So mean...

[ Then, in an inexplicable show of affection, he leans his head down to kiss her on her grumpy forehead. ]

[ . . .

Huff. ]

... If it'll mean you won't leave a mess in the living room, you might as well take a bath with me, then.

[ all he had to do was kiss her forehead and she's already relenting... sh-she really is a bit of a pushover, huh... ]

But if you don't behave, I'll kick you out!

[ ...

Honestly he's actually rather surprised, and it shows on his face. Really? That was all it took?

...Well now he's blushing. Best not to look a gift horse in the mouth, then? ]

W-Well... if it's really alright, then...

[ How does he get away with it... ]

[ She splutters. Halfway between indignation and...

Surprisingly, laughter. ]

H-hold on a second! After everything we just did, that's what makes you blush?!

[ Okay, now she's definitely laughing at him. ]

Your standards are completely all over the place!

H-Huh!? Look who's talking! If anybody's standards are all over the place, it's yours!

[ Isn't she the one who stubbornly insists on him instead of the Faerie King!? Ugh, they really are the same, aren't they!? ]

A-Anyways, shut up! I'm speeding up now!

[ So he says before speeding up his pace to get home faster. ]

Pfffhaha! No, hold on, hold on! Since when you have a totally maidenly heart like that?!

[ She's hugging her arms tight around his neck just to make sure she doesn't slip or fall and definitely not in a proper hug since she's still so mad at him and her cheery laughter trails after him the whole way home. In fact, she's still poking fun at him when she's being carried onto the apartment. ]

It's not gonna be too embarrassing for you to be in the bath with me, is it?

...Keep talking and I will misbehave in there, damn it! You just caught me off-guard! That's all!

[ He's not embarrassed about bathing with her! He was just railing her silly in a public changing cabin for the last few hours! He's not ready for shows of affection when he's expecting her to still be mad at him!

Nevermind that his threat is empty. Sure, he could probably get handsy with her or something, but that won't change the fact that he's running on empty for the rest of tonight. ]

Hell, you're the one who said "no" at first! Now hurry up and get undressed...

[ He carries her all the way to the bathroom before finally setting her down. For all his bluster, at least he didn't make her limp and stumble her way through the apartment... ]

Pfft... Sure, sure. You're really bad at pretending you're not embarrassed, you know.

[ She's a little wobbly once she's back on her own feet - no wonder when her thighs are as sore as they are. She's honestly dreading looking at herself in the mirror, just a little.

But she unzips the hoodie and starts doing her best to work it off her body. ... Though going by the way she's fumbling, her aching muscles are making it kind of a difficult task. ]

Could you at least check and make sure the bath water's still good? I made sure to fill it before we set out, but who knows if that heater is any good...

Yeah, yeah… well, even if it isn’t…

[ He can do something about that, of course. He checks the bath water… of course, it’s lukewarm at best. Guess that answers what state the heater is in… but then again, it’s not too high of a priority.

Not when he has magecraft specifically designed for mundane things such as heating up bathwater. ]

Tch…

[ She’ll be able to hear him click his tongue before waving his hand over the water, clearly doing something about the temperature not being good enough. As for Ai herself…

…well, it’s only natural that all her bruises and marks have gotten much much darker, isn’t it? ]

[ . . .

For a long moment, Ai just stares at herself. Maybe it's just the contrast of her pale skin under the dark jacket, but the marks seem to stand out on her like brands. She's... still a mess in the literal sense, still sticky and sweaty, but even worse and even dirtier is the map of his touch that his hands and mouth have left all over her body.

How filthy. How unacceptable. How unforgivable for an idol like her.

A smile wobbles onto her face. ]

You really didn't let up on me for a second, did you...

[ It's worse the more layers she peels off. Her shoulders, her breasts, her thighs - at this point, there's nothing else... coming out of her and everything's going right into the laundry but completely undressed like this, she can tell what a mess he's made of her. ]

J-just how many times do you need to go before you're satisfied, anyway? You made such a mess. You're an animal.

Nope~!

[ He’s still heating the water, but he turns his head to look at her.

Damn, he’s good. She’s so beautifully marred by him… her thighs are turning darker by the second, her breasts are showing evidence of all the abuse he did to them, even the entrance that Oberon rammed into the entire time looks like the very definition of sore. ]

If I wasn’t such an animal… you wouldn’t look as beautiful as you do right now.

[ His gorgeous, beautifully broken idol… ]

[ . . . She's not pink in the face. Not even a little. ]

Of all the things for you to be proud of...

[ But, well. She anticipated that even as she was inviting him to bathe with her. She finally peels off the hoodie and tosses it unceremoniously into the laundry in the entryway before she turns to him and gives the hem of his shirt a little tug. ]

... come on. I can't close the door and start running the shower if you're still dressed. Unless you want to be all sticky and gross when I'm done.

Yes, yes...

[ He's just about finished anyway. With hot water now guaranteed, he turns to her and pulls his own shirt over his head.

It really is a strange sight, him looking so... normal. His skin is as pale as ever, and he's a gangly fellow as well... not scrawny, he's still certainly bigger than Ai in just about every regard, but still on the thinner side. He's also lacking in his usual dragonfly wings... though that's been the case all day, hasn't it? He's always said that they were only there for show, after all.

...this isn't the first time she's seen him like this, but this might be the first time she's seen him bare in the light like this. ]

...What?

[ Ai doesn't even try to pretend she's not staring. They've long since passed the point of intimacy where seeing each other undressed isn't always so much of an event but something about the sight of him now makes her pause. ]

... you look... different, like this.

[ She'd thought it back when she'd seen him on the roof all those weeks ago - that without that heavy stole, he seemed smaller and less imposing. That's true here as well but what strikes her even more strongly is how... ordinary he looks. Like someone she could have passed in the street in Tokyo and not even looked twice.

Without really thinking, she lifts her hand and lays it tentatively on his back, in the middle of his shoulder blades, where it would usually be bracketed by those wings of his. ]

It's not bad. ... I just wasn't expecting it.

[ He flinches slightly at her hand on the middle of his back, but quickly relaxes into her touch. ]

...Well, I'd say that'd be the case for most.

[ It's not exactly easy to maintain an imposing, heroic visage, when naked after all. He's always given off the impression of a dark prince, a villain no matter how you look at him... but it shouldn't be surprising to either of them that even that is a lie. ]

...No talking about this to anybody else. I have a reputation to uphold, you know.

[ So he says before continuing to undress. ]

[ A warm laugh puffs out of her on a soft exhale. ]

Just who would I go around tattling to, anyway? Give me at least a little credit. Besides, if I was going to spread gossip about you then I'd want it to be something really juicy.

[ Her hand slowly skims down the trail of his spine down to the small of his back before she finally pulls it away. ]

You never stop catching me by surprise.

[ He finishes undressing, finally turning around to look at Ai with his usual grin. ]

Ah yes... though it had better be good gossip in that case. More scandalous than, say, a famous idol being a masochist.

[ He says, following his words up by leaning down to give her a quick kiss. He simply can't allow her to get away with teasing him today, now can he? ]

Now then, I went through all the trouble of making sure our water is hot... let's use it, then.

If you're not careful, I really will make you go sleep on the beach. [ she won't ] So you'd better behave.

[ m-masochist, though....... does he really have to put it like that? it's not as though she wants that from him in particular... it's just that Oberon is maybe the only one she could ever trust to do it and stop the moment it's too much.

... she's protesting way too much and it's only inside her own head. He's so annoying. ]

You can get in first. Somebody made sure I was a total mess before I got home, so I want to rinse off before I get into the bath.

[ They're lucky enough to have a proper setup even in this apartment, after all - she can settle herself on the stool and wash herself without any of it dirtying up the bathwater.

She pulls it over to do just that, but even as she sits, she winces - for all she'd been encouraging him to do that damage, the consequences are pretty inconvenient. ]

[ He laughs... that's practically the definition of the word, Ai. That he's the only one she trusts to do it to her, though... well... he can't help but be flattered.

...He'll never betray that trust. Never. ]

...Nope.

[ He sees the way she winces when she sits down on her bruised up thighs. There is admittedly a twinge of guilt, but well, she had encouraged him to do that... and he had enjoyed doing it to her just as much.

He starts running the water in the tub, but once that's done, he kneels down next to her and takes the showerhead from her hands. ]

I should clean up my mess, shouldn't I? Now sit still.

[ Is... is he pampering her? Since when did he put this much effort into aftercare? ]

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