hurf_durf | Valentimes!

(A retainer without her liege is akin to the night sky without its stars.
Also Ophelia is hella good at scaring any and all admirers off.)

[When Futaba started playing around with what she could really accomplish with her Persona and reality hacking, she'd never expected to be able to actually awaken her laptop's operating system. But here they both are anyway, Futaba crouched on her chair and tilting her head curiously as she looks the living OS up and down.]

Huh... I wonder how human-like you really are... it's Nanami, right?

[Karin was shocked to learn there were actual magic users in her school, especially with how rowdy they could be, but thankfully they'd all turned out to be nice people. She wasn't a member of the Fairy Tail Club yet but she had been thinking about it after all the help they'd been with keeping her secret.

In particular, Levy had volunteered to help do some research if there were any other vampires like her in the past. However, lately, Karin could feel her blood beginning to rise whenever she was around the studious girl. Worried that Levy's growing stress was because of her, Karin decided to use Valentine's Day as an excuse and make her a gift.

Arriving at the club room, Karin was relieved to see Levy was the only one there right now. Others getting some misunderstanding over this would be so embarrassing!]

Um...Levy? Is it okay if I interrupt?

(ooc: smut and feet are fine but just coming here for cuteness initially, and also Karin may want to bite Levy)

I don't mind making a pair of boots for you, but I'll have to measure your feet first.

[Forrest can't help but blush slightly. It's a fairly normal part of fitting a custom made shoe, but something about saying it to Ophelia has him feeling a little bashful.]

[Levy's been working day and night on her research, and it's true that it's been taking a bit of a toll. When Karin walks in, she's surrounded by open books and stacks of papers - glasses on, hair tied back, and leaning back in her chair yawning.]

Huh...? O-oh, yeah, sure!

[It's Valentine's Day and Anise is...not having the best of times. She's forgone giving out any Valentines this year, but it didn't make it any less of a mess. Cuppa Kupo had been slammed, and she had to deal with no less than five break-ups, two fistfights, and three moogles covered in coffee.]

[By the time her shift was over and the cafe was locked up, she was exhausted and miserable. Going home was an option, but not a preferable one. After the mess, what she really need was some girl's time, and she's heading over to Nanami's to get her fix.]

[Predictably, Chiaki is sitting in her bedroom playing video games. When she hears the familiar footfalls of Anise making her way down the hall, though, she saves and turns the game off. That's just how close these two have gotten over the years. And when the door opens, she turns her head to greet her with a smile.]

Hey.

Honest and truly?

I feared that such a request, even by the chosen one, would be irksome for a talent such as yourself.

[She spins and holds a pose not unlike her father.
Then another pose.
And another.

But after a few seconds, Ophelia finally notes his flushed cheeks and slightly withdrawn demeanor.]

Is something wrong, Forrest? Did I strike fear into your very core?
Are you ill?

[With a free hand, she places her palm against his temple.]

Of course not. It's no trouble at all.

[He's already feeling a little more at ease watching her posing like that... at least until she leans in and touches his forehead.]

...N-no! I'm feeling fine, really. It's nothing you need to worry about.

[Of course, he's just blushing even more deeply even as he denies it.]

[Much to his comfort, she pulls her hand away and steps back a few paces.
Enough for Forrest to really appreciate her speech and accompanying poses.]

May the heavens fall and bury me alive if I even go one day— nay! One second without worry about you! For I’ve been blessed with no greater purpose than to serve you.

[She takes another look at him and her mouth droops in obvious concern.]

No boots are worth more than our friendship if that is what ails you.

Yep! Madobe Nanami here! Nice to meet you!

[ The OS-tan answered eagerly, not thinking it's weird to be out in the flesh in the human world like this. She looks down on her feet, moving her toes up and down within her shoes, then lightly standing on the balls of her feet and bouncing on her heel, making the colorful hem of her pleated skirt sway and flutter ]

Though what am I doing here?

[ She asks as her curiosity catches up to her, leaning from side to side with a puzzled pout, trying to get a glimpse of the computer behind Futaba, seeing that it looks more... advanced than a Windows 7. The curiosity has compelled Nanami enough to hop forward and lean closer to Futaba's screen, disregarding her owner's personal space. ]

Anou... Is that a different OS?

I know. I've never doubted that for a moment.

[Forrest smiles warmly, nodding back at her. She couldn't be more wrong about the source of his nervousness. But as embarrassing as it is, Forrest feels the most comfortable when he's working on fashion, so he tries to push through for both their sakes.]

It's all right, really. Here, take off your heels and roll your tights up and we'll get started.

[He gestures for her to prop her feet up on his knees as he sits across from her. The measuring tape is all set to go, and he's got a notepad and a pencil nearby.]

[Futaba looks Nanami up and down as she introduces herself, noting the movement of her toes and watching as she shifts her posture. She can't help but smile a bit - she seems like she'll be fun to tease. But that's for later.]

Good question. I haven't really figured that out either.

[She jerks back a little as the OS moves forward, tilting her head out of the way. The initial surprise gives way to amusement, quickly enough, though.]

...Hmm. Well, you're human enough to be jealous, anyway. That one is a Linux box. But don't worry, you're a lot more amazing already.

[Doing as she’s told, Ophelia pulls up her tights and sits down, placing her bare feet on his legs.]

You know, Forrest–

[She pauses, wiggling her toes just a bit.]

–this scene that you have painted seems so romantic. Amorous even.
As if your gentle touch wishes to explore where only dry grass and cold stone have been.

[It was her turn to blush now, shifting a bit so her feet rested on his shins and away from his hands.]

Ha! I wasn’t aware the chosen ones make such funny jokes.

[A nervous laugh is all she could manage in an attempt to change the tone of the conversation.]

Edited 2018-02-16 04:16 (UTC)

[He was trying to get away from this topic, Ophelia! Not go deeper! For a moment it seems like she’s got his number, until she laughs it off as a joke. Forrest lets out a small relieved breath - this, he can work with.]

Is that a hint? If you want a foot massage, all you need to do is ask. It’s the least I can do for my loyal retainer.

No! Er–

[She moves her feet away, curling them under her short chair.]

Spring blossoms never order the sun to shine in their direction. Nor does the gentle breeze ask mountains to cast aside.

For you, son of Prince Leo, were never deemed worthy of such humble actions. The constellations never painted your fate to be as such.

And I, servant of the stars, Ophelia Dusk, could never plead such a request of you.

What if I asked you, then?

[He smiles, patting his lap.]

Please, let me do this for you, as thanks for your devotion.

[After a few seconds of debating, she places her feet back up on his lap again.]

Y... your kindness is as vast as the heavens, my dearest liege.

[Her face grows redder and redder and nervousness sets in, making Ophelia rub her heels softly against his thighs in an attempt to break the stillness.]

It just certainly... this is... it’s mega strange.

Ah...

[If only she knew the effect the motion of her heels was having on him. Of course, Forrest doesn’t want to let that particular secret slip, so he does his best to focus on the task at hand. She may notice him chewing his lip, though.]

It is, a little... but you deserve this.

[Right now, he’s content to let his feelings show in the diligence with which he’s rubbing at her feet. He starts right below her toes, slowly moving his thumbs in little circles.]

Linus... Box?

[ Nanami tilts her head in curiosity, blinking her rainbow colored eyes with a pouty hum. But why? Windows is clearly superior!At least it's not a Mac, though... Nanami straightens herself up, putting both her hands behind her back and skipping one step behind to give her summoner back their personal space ]

Ehe... You really think so? It seems more advanced than I am, though!

[ Nanami gives herself another once over, seeing the uniform-like outfit she has on and feeling her own fingers touch her palms as she light clenches her hands and tug on the sleeves of her dress shirt ]

[Neither too delicate nor too rough, Ophelia finds it difficult to sit still and relax.]

Forrest?

[At this point, she’s squirming and chewing on her own bottom lip.]

Um...

[She shifts, trying to stand.]

I fear. Perhaps. We have been hexed. For this peculiar sensation seems to have overcome you as well.

Is it... too much?

[He frowns, squeezing gently at her toes. He'll stop if she asks him to, but part of him clearly doesn't want to.]

Well, I'd rather have a cute girl in my room than a penguin, anyway.

[Sorry, Tux.]

So... if you're gonna be sticking around a while, might as well make yourself comfortable.

[Smirking, she points at the AI's shoes.]

Starting with those! You're in a Japanese house, you know!

Geh! I didn't realize that, I'm so sorry!

[ Futaba's sudden voice raise startled the easily startled AI, prompting her to kick her shoes off in a slight panic. Her actions made her plop her butt down on the edge of the bed as a consequence, with her arms close to her chest, fists clenched by her blushing cheeks. This was all pretty overwhelming to Nanami, who never been outside of the computer before. Her toes clench like her hands did, dragging themselves on the wooden floor closer to herself with her knees sticking together so tightly. ]

A-anou...

[ Futaba told her to make herself comfy, but Nanami's finding that to be a difficult task right now ]

What's with that awkward look? Come on, smile!

[And to encourage a big bright smile, Futaba slides off her chair to reach down and tickle at Nanami's toes.]

[Anise nods and acknowledges Chiaki, before collapsing unceremoniously on her couch. This is not the face of someone who had a good valentine's day.]

Ugh, today was the worst! Why do holidays have to make people so awful?

That's why I'm spending all day playing dating sim games.

[She gestures to a small pile of games sitting in front of her console.]

If I mess up and make someone mad, I can just reload. Or stop playing.

Well it's just tha- Eek!

[ Nanami's words were cut short when Futaba swooped down like an eagle to reach for her sock-covered feet. The shock and the slender dexterity of those fingers caught Nanami off-guard that she couldn't help but squeal and lift her legs up from the floor, raising her knees to her chest and accidentally flashing Futaba with panties that look not-so-innocent ]

[Futaba was expecting that, and that's why she latches onto Nanami's socks and pulls when she lifts her legs. And off come the socks! Also, the view from down here is pretty interesting.]

Hmm... pink, huh? Yeah, you seem like the type.

No, and I am afraid that is the issue at hand.
Or, er, foot.

[Let her make light of the situation.]

For... I... this is difficult for me to admit so I beg for your patience.

It’s... m-my body. I feel as if I’ve been cursed by the Celestial Flame itself the longer your touch lingers.
I’m burning of guilt and shame and yet I simply desire more. To continue to be consumed by these pleasurable feelings so unbecoming of a maiden of the darkness.

[Her feet shift slightly along his legs.]

To ask for more would only prove disastrous to our relationship as retainer and liege.

Of course. I promise I'll listen.

[He does keep hold of her foot while she talks, though, rubbing gently in an effort to comfort her while she explains. And when she moves them against his legs, he lets out a half-swallowed gasp before biting his lip.]

Ah... I-I see...

[Taking a small breath to try to steady himself - and also to build up his courage - he smiles gently at her.]

Then I'll save you from having to ask.

[His smile quirks up at the corners just a little as he raises her foot, dipping his head down to press a tender kiss to the tops of her toes.]

F-Forrest! What are you—!?

[Even with her curled toes and worried voice, his kiss felt... nice. A light tickle that warmed her heart. Made her cheeks blush brighter and a smile curl along her lips.

Though it didn’t last long.]

Y-you know I would protect you with my life, but... is this something you’d want?

[The little sigh he lets out as he draws back from her foot speaks volumes, but Forrest nods and smiles back at her all the same.]

Of course it is.

[And to prove it, he leans down to kiss the next few toes in line before looking up to gaze into Ophelia's eyes.]

I've... actually thought about doing this before. I never thought you'd enjoy it too.

[She bites her lip for a second— a bit from the soft touch along her feet, but mostly in thought.
Her own feelings and his.]

You’re... [a hand moves to cover her flushed cheeks in some way] ...I think you’re the brightest star in the sky. Brighter than the noon sun and... I only hope to bask in the warmth.

Ophelia...

[He's speechless. Her words are like poetry. Not that different from the way she usually talks, but they sound so romantic right now.]

...Then I promise I'll shine only for you.

[Smiling softly, he runs his fingers up and down the sole of her foot briefly before leaning down to suck gently at her big toe.]

Mmm...

[She sighs, gripping the arms of the chair tightly as her hips nearly fall off the cushion.
There’s a few moments where Ophelia’s simply overwhelmed by the feeling— by his soft lips and tongue dragging over the skin. Enveloping her toe in the warmth of his mouth.]

W-wait! Please... I want... c-can we do this correctly?

[He may have gotten a little carried away there, but he does let go as soon as Ophelia speaks up.]

O-oh...! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to move so quickly.

At least...

[She begins tugging and playing with her fingers a bit nervously.]

...at least a regular kiss? Before anything else?

Of course.

[Forrest nods, blushing and reaching over to take her hands in his.]

Well then...

[Closing his eyes, he puckers his lips, moving in closer...]

[She’s eager to say the least, as if Ophelia’s been waiting for a while for this moment.

However, her movements are hardly as smooth as it was in her imagination— feet manage to make it on the floor, but her body lunges forward, pressing up into Forrest for their lips to meet. Arms circle around his neck. Legs tangled in his lap.
There’s no denying the little giggles humming along her mouth though.]

[Forrest lets his fingers slip softly over Ophelia's feet as she draws them back, leaning in and happily meeting her lips with his own. The position is awkward, but the feelings are so genuine that he doesn't care. He can't help but giggle a little too as he smiles into the kiss.]

[Karin smiles as Levy accepts her inquiry, though she hesitates at the door. Perhaps a part of her was hoping Levy would turn her away. It would have been easier to walk away and convince herself she could do something about this next time.

Her fingers clutch at the bag she's holding as she feels the familiar pressure in her nose. It's not so bad just yet, but she can't let her guard down. The vampire swallows her nerves and steps forward, cautiously, into the room.]

Um, well, I wanted to thank you for all you've been doing for my sake. And...I wanted to wish you a happy Valentine's Day.

[She raises the bag a bit faster than she means to but keeps hold of her grip as it swings and the homemade chocolates inside shake about.]

I think you have the right idea. You should've seen some of the things people tried to get away with today! I had to have Tokunaga "escort" the bastards out.

[Violently. Very violently.]

Hey, can you toss me a controller.

Tokunaga is so cute.

[Chiaki gets it.]

Sure. Here. You want to pick up where I left off with this guy, or play something else?

Uh huh. He's even cuter when he's kicking assholes out of the restaurant.

[She smiles devilishly.]

I dunno, what were you feeling?

You can take over for me. I'll entertain myself.

[Chiaki smiles back. She's not really capable of 'devilish,' but there's probably something behind it. Handing Anise the controller, she sits down on the floor, crossing her legs.

And partway through the scene, once she's sure her friend is paying full attention to the screen, she reaches over to poke her toes before quickly pulling her hand back.

This may be what she meant by entertaining herself.]

[It's not long before Anise is fully immersed in the game, oblivious to the world around her.]

[Chiaki's touch makes her jump, and she fumbles with the controller.]

Whoa!

Hehe... I knew it.

[Chiaki lets out a small breathy giggle, wiggling her fingers at Anise.]

Valentimes!

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Futaba x Nanami

Karin x Levy - High School AU

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ANISE AND NANAMI AKA THE DREAM TEAM

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