NSFW musebox post: Issei and you.

[unknownrival]

[Going about your business, you encounter Issei, tied up and in a maid outfit. He does not look happy about this.]



[Comment on this unusual situation?]

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[aquaticrush]

It's inconvenient for you, isn't it? I, um, I don't mind...

[unknownrival]

[He squirms. Only a few layers of cloth separate his skin from hers, and his body is doing its best to get as close as possible with that restriction.]

It's all right...

[aquaticrush]

It's alright to stay? *She blushes and shifts where she is.* I-I don't actually know a lot about what I should do here...

[unknownrival]

It's all right to stay, though maybe the door should be locked...

[aquaticrush]

O-oh. ...Oh. *Blush. She looks away and up at the door, takes a slow breath, and looks back at him.* Yes. I'll do that.

*She reluctantly gets off of him, stumbles as she gets to her feet, and goes to close and lock the door.*

I'll have to clean up the mess later. A-and then we can clean my cut and look over your injury closer. I'm sorry for dropping the platter.

*Although none of those things seems as important as it should right now. Instead she's drawn back to Issei and kneels in front of him so they're on equal ground again.*

[unknownrival]

[Issei turns his red face to the ground. When she returns he's sitting up with his knees pressed together, and he hesitantly reaches for her shoulder.]

[aquaticrush]

*She leans forward and smiles at him.* I'm nervous, but it's okay. Are you feeling alright?

[unknownrival]

A-alright. Still very turned on.

[aquaticrush]

*She puts her hands up to her face to try to cool down the raging blush. It isn't working.* I-it's okay! I, um. Do you want to? Ah, do things.

[unknownrival]

I very much want to do things with you.

[aquaticrush]

If you're sure, then... th-then I also want to! *She claps her hands over her mouth, almost not believing that she's actually said that. Slowly, she lowers them, briefly wrings her hands together to calm herself down, and then starts to unbutton her shirt. She keeps freezing up whilst doing so.*

[unknownrival]

D-do you want me to help take your clothes off?

[This is really happening, oh gosh.]

[aquaticrush]

*Her breath catches in her throat.* Y-yes! If it isn't too much trouble!

[unknownrival]

[Carefully, he unbuttons her shirt, folds it, and sets it aside.] ...th-the other things too?

[aquaticrush]

*Reflexively, she covers her chest, until it occurs to her how silly that looks and she lowers her arms again, tugging at her skirt. She's beginning to spill out of a too-small bra because she was too embarrassed to go buy ones that fit.*

I can, um, you don't have to, I.

*She undoes the side zipper on her skirt, taking deep breaths. This is actually happening.*

[unknownrival]

Have I mentioned that you're beautiful lately?

[This doesn't have anything to do with seeing her naked. Really...]

[aquaticrush]

*That gets her attention, and she turns her face back up to his despite having been looking at the floor to stave off the nervousness.*

Really? Me?

[unknownrival]

Absolutely gorgeous.

[He nuzzles against her neck.]

[aquaticrush]

*Her back stiffens and he can feel the blush spreading from her face.*

I-I-Issei, the, the bump on your head must have jarred your brain, are you sure you're okay?

[unknownrival]

I'm fine and I want you. Please believe me when I say you're beautiful.

[aquaticrush]

*Somebody wants her. Issei wants her. This can't be real. It's a dream. If she says or does the wrong thing it'll end. But even as she frets, his words start to take the worry away, and even as it replenishes, she pauses in the attempt at removing her own skirt to put her arms around him and gently hug him, sighing quietly.*

[unknownrival]

[He hugs her back, nuzzling into the nape of her neck.] It's all right.

[aquaticrush]

*The whimpering squeak she makes is barely human. She breathes in and out, quickly at first, but trying to slow her breaths. She pulls herself closer, pressing against him for a second or two, before drawing back and nervously sliding off her skirt. That goes in a clumsily folded heap on top of the shirt. She goes back to Issei with her arms around him again. Her hands hover at the back zipper, as if she's trying to decide whether the dress should stay or go.*

[unknownrival]

Do you want to take it off? It doesn't have to go.

[aquaticrush]

It's just, ah, a little less intimidating. Although I'm sure you're uncomfortable. *She starts to unzip the back.*