by Nayt on Wed Jan 21, 2009 12:03 am
At first, Mimi wanted to say something to Isac--or even Shin. Looking through memories, just how did someone do that? She didn't know, but she had certainly tried! Perhaps if she was taller, that would help. Four feet and ten inches just wasn't going to do it anymore. She was going to have to amend that somehow.
How do I do that a-gain?
No time could be devoted to it, though, as there was another coming. Her ears twitched; they're length (in an almost lazy, horizontal way--as if she hadn't the cartilage for them to stick close to her head or remain perky) was just for show, after all! And the first thing she thought when she saw him was this:
"Sluuuuuuuuug!" Mimi enthusiastically declared as she pointed to Kremnaes.
The young girl loved slugs! And bugs of all kinds, even. Were slugs considered bugs? She didn't know, she didn't care! They were slimy and fun, and this newcomer reminded her of a slug so much that she wanted to hug him! Or . . . not. Actually, if there was a chance of meeting Christoph again soon, she didn't want to be all slimy for that; he wouldn't want to hug her, then! So, Mimi refrained, and instead stood there with her finger set below her lower lip, tapping on her chin as she thought to herself. Just what did this slug person want? And how did a slug become a person? Could she maybe have a vial of his slime to mess around with? Mimi didn't often feel mischievous, but she did get into playful moods every so often, and mischief was guaranteed!
She pictured, for a moment, herself sitting upon Christoph's stomach, Christoph shirtless for the time being, and her in nothing more than a tank top and undies. There were candles lit far behind her, giving this romantic ambiance and aura, and the sheets of the bed were almost entirely without traces of wrinkles. They could have ordered food, if they wanted, but such would have disturbed an evening together. Christoph was still sleeping, though Mimi was wide awake--and she knew the best way to wake him.
At first, Christoph felt something warm--something moist, and he could feel pressure, but he couldn't discern where, not in his hazy state. It was pleasant, even, and as he stirred a bit, he considered remaining where he was. But he was curious--just what was that feeling! Was it a dream? Was he dreaming of euphoria, of better places? Christoph slowly opened his eyes; he couldn't help himself, he needed to know! The first thing he saw was the obsidian skinned girl on top of him--her scarlet eyes half shut, her lower lip gently clenched between her teeth. He scanned her slowly at first, eyes trailing down from her young face . . .
Is she really that young? He asked himself. Sometimes, she didn't look like just a teenage girl--sometimes . . . she looked mature.
The spaghetti strap of her top had fallen down and rest upon the middle of her frail bicep, her bare shoulder glistening in the light of the candles spread 'round their couples' suite. He was tempted to reach up and place the thin strap back 'pon her shoulder, but he refrained--he liked it where it was. Christoph looked down, further and further, inching down her body. He could feel her hands upon his chest--what was she doing? Bracing herself? He felt her whole body move--her thighs tight against his hips for a moment, and he wondered: Dare I ask? Would she stop if she knew that he was awake? Was it a risk worth taking?
Finally, Christoph let his gaze fall further--only to stop suddenly.
What was she doing to his chest?
Painting a mural? With her fingers? It was warm, moist--slimy, even; he could have seen it in the light of day or night, the substance she was drawing with upon his chest, from the jar she had set beside of her . . .
"Mimi, what is that?" He asked.
Without a pause in her drawing, she cooed cheerily: "Sli~me from Slugman!"
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Mimik was going to have to ask for some slime later.