Even under the most pleasant of circumstances, Do-S is not the sort who rose to meet the day with a smile on her face. Instead, she much prefers to curl herself up and pull the sheets over her head, with her eyes squeezed shut as tightly as she can manage. Hoping all the while to force herself to slumber, if only for a moment or so longer.
( A futile ritual, if ever there was one. Though despite it’s inefficacy, she does not hold it in any less high regard. Nor does she tolerate the idle disrespect of those who think to take it from her, affections be damned. )
“Shaddup. It’s way too early for your bullshit.” She mumbles groggily, with a most undignified and unladylike snort offering a note of aggravated punctuation to her words; a jumble of unkempt strands of long, blonde hair completing the ensemble of irritability, with how they messily frame and obscure her unfocused gaze. “I mean fucking cereal? Really? Get it yourself. I’m not doing shit.”
( Her vulgarity is the most that she allows herself, in terms of voicing her annoyance. She has a few more scathing insults which bubble up just behind her lips. But rather than give voice to them, she chooses to hold her tongue. Perhaps out of affection, or perhaps out of fear. )
It’s a ridiculous enough request by itself. But it’s made all the more irritating by her hazy recollection of just whose bed it is that they presently share. As though it’s in any way proper for a host to demand that their guest make them breakfast. Never mind the matter of her ‘payment’, and the connotations that it conjures.
( As well as the fact that she so wholly doubts the esper’s assertions, given her hazy memories of the night prior. )
She can only half-formulate a further rebuttal before her thoughts are interrupted by the sensation of a slender hand grasping at her chest, each finger sinking gently into the flesh of her ample breasts and pulling forth a quiet moan as a reward for their ministrations. A slight discomfort in her scalp, from the hairs that had been pulled taught, is easily eclipsed by the pleasure of the esper’s squeezing. With the embarrassment on the emerald haired woman’s features only enhancing the experience.
“It’s not enough to start the day off by bitching at me, hm? You need to grope me, too?” Do-S smirks, her hand quickly wrapping itself in a loose grip against Tatsumaki’s wrist. “God, you’re such a fucking brat. You know that? You just can’t help but spew garbage from that adorable, little mouth of yours. But in the end, your body is just too honest for it’s own good. It’s hysterical. ”
She cannot fully unknit her brows, or shove aside the irritation which mars her features, but her smugness still shines through.
“Admit it. You love the way I make you feel.”
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