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[ you had your chance to go on the attack little bard

now we're doing this HER way. ]

I'll be waiting!

[ The little bird flounces into the ~~glue trap~~ house entirely unsuspecting. ]

Lumiiiii~ You shouldn't have--!

[ How strange. The kitchen's lights are off and the room appears to be empty. A bottle of wine, at least, is clearly visible on the table. ]

[ He approaches the wine, but . . . where is GIRLFRIEND? ]

Eh . . . ? Lumine?

[ A hand slams down to the left of him on the tabletop. And before he can escape, her other hand slams down to the right of him. The convenient effect is that her arms are now a cage. ]

Hi, little bird. What took you so long?

[ OH MY, LUMINE.

He holds still before slowly turning to face her, nose-to-nose ]

Did I fall into a trap?

[ She reaches up and gently wraps one of his little braids around her finger. ]

What do you mean? I'm just doing what you told me to.

[ Well part of it. The sweeping him off his feet, she has to figure out the logistics there: will she carry him like a sack of potatoes, or will she at least allow him the dignity of a bridal carry? ]

[ His eyes drop to the motion of that finger. ]

What I--?

Oh. Wait, that was--?

[ Oh no.

This is hot. ]

[ v e n t i....

Well, that decides it. She grabs him by one arm and one thigh, stoops down, and cleanly slings him over her shoulder. Like a sack of potatoes. And begins to carry him back to their room. ]

Yes, yes it was.

[ LUMI . . .

He submits to this, fingers idly toying with the hem of her skirt the whole way ]

You should have told me.

[ If he keeps playing with her skirt like that, he might just realize that her usual bloomers are nowhere to be found.

She exhales roughly out her nose--not quite a snort, but close. Wryly she replies, ]

Technically, I did try. But someone is surprisingly bad at reading between the lines in spite of writing stanzas.

[ She shoves the bedroom door open with her foot, too gently to be considered a kick, but she's less gentle closing it again. ]

It wouldn't be very romantic for me to hit you over the head with things where everyone could see, and I was trying not to hurry you along.

[ But. She got impatient. Shut up don't call her out this isn't about her. ]

[ Oh my . . . MISS LUMINE.

Tracing a finger up the back of her thigh, stopping just at the crease of her ass . . . ]

I'm sorry. But you certainly have me in your clutches now.

[ listen wait till he see what IS there. Speaking of butts, his is draped over her shoulder, perfectly positioned so she can reach across with her free hand to pat his. ]

And does the prisoner have any last requests before I dole out his punishment?

[ Clearly not serious, but if it appears to trigger any kind of negative response in him in any way, given his history, she'll stop. ]

[ Wriggling in her grip but making no actual concerted effort to get away -- which he certainly could.

Perhaps he would object if it were someone else . . . but it's Lumine. And he trusts her with near anything. ]

Only that I might have the opportunity to kiss my jailor one last time.

[ She hums faux-thoughtfully before setting him down. ]

I suppose I'll allow it.

[ She grabs him by the front of his shirt and pulls him close. ]

Thank you for your mercy . . .

[ He reaches up to cup her face as he leans into the kiss -- chaste at first contact, then very quickly not. ]

[ Her tongue tangles with his briefly before she nips at his lower lip. She guide hims backward until his knees hit the bed. ]

I hope you're ready for your sentence.

[ She very gently shoves him. ]

[ He's not a very good prisoner, considering he gets his sticky little fingers all tangled in the front of her dress so that he can drag her down on top of him. ]

Don't go easy on me. I'm pretty terrible, you know. ♪

Oh, I wouldn't dream of it. Someone like you deserves a life sentence.

[ She's going to start unbuttoning his shirt. Or lifting it, depending on what he's wearing. ]

[ Let's go with buttons, sure

He's careful not to impede her work, one hand drifting back to the top of her thigh, near the knee. Sloooowly sliding upward. ]

And where have your usual undergarments gone to, I wonder?

[ Well this is actually a little embarrassing to admit. ]

There was a panty thief... they had to get replaced.

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