"Doctor's orders, Enanan~" With a trill, Akiyama Mizuki rolled over in bed. She rolled over, until she was solidly on top of her girlfriend. Fastening herself in for a bumpy ride, Mizuki grabbed hold of the mattress on either side, then locked her body in place. "Doctor's orders." She repeated finally, with only a hint of smugness.
"N-No!" Came the expected reply. Having been woken up from something of a groggy, half-asleep state, Shinonome Ena squealed as she realised she'd been sealed in place. "Mizuki!" She squealed, trying to shuffle about beneath her taller, heavier girlfriend. Not only that; Mizuki was more than a touch stronger than her, too.
Mizuki just winked, puffing herself up with pride as she fastened herself against Ena's mewling form. Ena's tantrum never abated, but Mizuki similarly never surrendered to it. "Come on, Enanan!" She half-huffed, half-laughed, never growing tired of feeling her life partner fret about under her chest. "Mafuyu said you've gotta rest, so you've gotta!"
Ever since Asahina Mafuyu had gotten her doctorate, and completed her medicinal training, Nightcord had undergone almost too many changes to count. Kanade was diagnosed with no end of issues due to her shut-in tendencies, and assigned a small feast of vitamins to take every morning. Mizuki's hormone dosage was doubled — something she herself was infinitely thankful for. Ena, on the other hand, was a different story. Whilst Kanade needed to do more to keep herself in shape, Ena needed to do less. Ena needed to be forced to do less, if it came to it.
"Guh!" Ena grunted, not quite feeling the effects of Mafuyu's 'relaxation regimen'. "M-Mizuki, you're being—!" Ena could hardly even think of Mizuki's beaming, bratty face. All her attention was on the art-piece laying half-finished inside of her PC's storage. In her sleep, she'd dreamt up no end of flaws to fix, and issues that needed to be rectified. Even if some of them only existed in her dreamscapes, after all. "You're being stupid!"
Mizuki giggled, snuggling into Ena like she was an overexcited puppy. "Of course I am. I've always been a big dummy, right?" She whispered the words right into Ena's ear as if they were some kind of foreplay. In reality, they only made Ena aquirm all the harder. "Big dummy Mizuki~!" With a laugh, Mizuki scooped her arms in, and wrapped them clean around Ena's entire body.
Finally, Ena gave up her end of the struggle. "Uff…" She groaned, exhausted physically by Mizuki's unrelenting patience, and exhausted mentally by her absolute adoration. "You win, Mizuki. I'll stay in bed a little longer." Puffing out her frustrations, Ena let her head loll back into the pillow. "Just… let me go, okay? You're heavy."
Mizuki giggled in response. "Not falling for that!" She shook her head, squeezing Ena all the tighter — until she made a peep of surprise. "You're just gonna run away as soon as I let go, aren't'cha?" Never releasing the girl, Mizuki just laid there in bed with the blanket still thrown over her back.
Ena grumbled quietly; her plan hadn't even made it out the door. Mizuki was a big dummy, but when it came to her she could be annoyingly calculating. "Ugh." With nothing to do but sigh, Ena gave up and melted into Mizuki's embrace. She clicked her tongue, then spoke again. "You know, this isn't too bad." Trying to keep her mind off of the art-piece that refused to relent it's grip on her regrets, Ena just closed her eyes as Mizuki breathed against her cheek. "Weighted blanket, personal bedwarmer. It's like I'm a princess."
"You're always a princess, Ena! Ena-sama!" Adding the honorific with a shudder of sheer worship, Mizuki never let go of her, but she did readjust her grip to make it all the more comfortable. "You're princess Ena, and I'm just your lowly bedwarmer~!"
Ena laughed. "I'd enjoy that." Nodding with her eyes still shut, Ena wished she could just shut her brain off, and dream about such a lovely situation. "At least then, you'd keep your mouth shut."
"Aww," Mizuki chortled, leaving a kiss upon Ena's soft cheek. "Well, bedwarmer-san still loves you, princess Enanan…" Soon closing her eyes too, Mizuki's head dropped against the pillow, and her whole body relaxed until she was practically absorbing Ena. Slowly, Mizuki rolled to one side. With her arms still fastened tight to Ena's back, she rolled her girlfriend over, too. Now, the two were simply in a one-sided hug; one that Mizuki didn't seem to be surrendering, no matter how sleepy she was. "No running, now?"
"Never." feeling Mizuki's breath become slower against her cheek and neck, Ena wondered just how long it'd be until the girl fell asleep, entirely. Maybe then, she'd have a chance to escape from her evil bedwarmer. Suddenly, a devious idea occurred to her; maybe singing Mizuki to sleep would give her a chance to flee the encounter. Before she knew it, Ena was doing precisely that.
As Ena had matured, and left behind the house that'd staunched her growth, her voice had grown so much deeper and softer. She could join in on Mafuyu's ASMR streams, lulling no end of people straight to sleep — Kanade included. Even Mizuki admitted that her voice was dreamy and smooth. Only a few verses in, and Mizuki's breath lulled out of her mouth in hypnotized sighs.
Ena kept singing though, feeling Mizuki grow weaker, and heavier, as the lines went on. Before long, Mizuki was so sleepy that she fell, face-first, against her princess. "Uff…!" Ena sighed, feeling half her body becoming entombed under Mizuki's snoozy form.
However, now that Ena was realistically free from Mizuki's bedwarmer-mode, she found that she didn't actually care. Bedwarmer-san was, in all honesty, almost too comfortable to forfeit. Mizuki's body was heavy, and a little knobbly, but it was a wall of warmth against the winter chill. Mizuki was, as ever, an idiot — but she was a useful idiot. Making sure not to wake her up, Ena whispered to herself. "You win this time, Mizuki…"
