Arachnophile

arachneinangora‌:

“There is a time,” Zarenyia said portentously from the bed, “for lingerie, and there is a time for none, sweetheart.”

If Leonie had feared the succubine’s commentary on her sleepwear, she needn’t have.  Zarenyia, sinking lower and lower into slumber, had draped the nightgown over herself and was clutching the soft fabric by her face.  It made her look oddly childlike, except for all the bare leg.

“it works better if you put it on….” Leonie commented, shaking her head as she observed her spare nightie being used less as a garment and more as a snuggle blanket.

Still. If it kept her quiet?

Leonie shook her head, and took the opportunity to change into own nightgown while Zaryenia dozed (and was less likely to peek at her).

Convinced that the devil was fast asleep atop the bed, Leonie carefully crept under the covers next to her. With the safety barrier of a thick duvet between herself and the naked Zaryenia, Leonie softened, and dared to put an arm around her drunken friend.

arachneinangora‌:

“Oh, yes.  All the time.”  She found the staircase.

That didn’t explain anything. So Victor just shut up and followed her up the stairs to the roof. “I’m not having sex with you on a roof.”

“There are also bedrooms somewhere, probably.  But I was thinking the roof because it’ll give me more room to maneuver.  My legs get hung up on things in confined spaces.”  

“OH, you nasty little beast!”  

"Anyone, right now?”