he enters the room with a tired pout, spotting his girlfriend lounging on the couch, appearing to be reading one of her pervy novels. he stops in his tracks, a thought springing to mind, and, before he knows it, he's following through without giving it much thought. sana wanders over to the bottom of the couch and grabs both of ahmya's ankles, giving them a tug to have the woman lay flat on her back, no doubt disturbing her reading. if there is any verbal complaint he doesn't listen, and instead walks around the couch, shifting to lay atop the woman, face immediately falling between the line of her cleavage. and, after a few seconds, he shoves his face deeper, suffocating himself in the best way humanly possible. he speaks, but his voice is muffled.
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from sana to ahmya
she's nose deep in gothic romance book. a retelling of beauty and the beast where the beast remains beastly, and he's got his tongue between beauty's thighs just as he tugs her. she lets out a croak of surprise, losing the spot on the page, and letting out another groan of sadness. eyes rip up over the edge of the book behind glasses half way down the bridge of her nose, and lopsided, wonder why.
" wh- sana, what the fuck you on about ? huh ? what the hell was that- "
he's blowing her off, and it's making her mad, as her brows knit tight and she cocks her head to the side harshly, " hey ! i'm talkin' to you ? "
then she lets out a huff as his weight pushes the air from her lungs, leaving her effectively breathless. not in a pleasant way. " oi, " ahmya lets out, " fuckin' hell, you dobber. what the hell is wrong with you, you're HEAVY. you can't just be throwing yourself at me, " she trashes beneath him, before sucking air as he presses his face further in.
he's won, you've no choice but to give in, kawahime laughs before she goes off to sleep, and ahmya sighs.
" oh it's heaven in there ? "
ahmya pauses, blinks, before letting the book over her head across the arm rest she no longer rests against. annoying, she thinks, but now free fingers tell a different story as they lace between the strands of messy brown hair, offering comfort.
" yea, i'd wager so. i'd hope for the fuckin' back pain, they'd be worth it. why do you need some heaven, hm ? " her voice starts off harsh, raspy and low, but it softens beyond measure before finishing. the same way her eyes do as she plucks off her glasses, and puts them to rest on the forgotten book.
