Sugar, Stripes & Bondage

 Simon smirked, the feeling of her soft hair was still prevalent as he continued to play with it.  He couldn’t help, but be flustered, and a slight embaressed. This was fast even for him. “Yeah, and it’s not exactly the most romantic setting either. Excuse me for forgetting my manners. I guess I just got caught up in your beauty.” He smirked to himself knowing just how cheesy, yet effective that line could be.

Leaning into his touch, the angel sighed softly in content. Both his touch and his voice were gentle, but she suspected he was capable of much more. That smile of his was pretty indicative of that.

          It’s late. It’s been a long, tiring day at work, and Kamina just wants to get the fuck home and relax because god damn do his feet hurt from standing around all day. There’s also a couple bandaids on his right hand from where he’d cut himself on the metal he’d been working with, and he winces ever-so-slightly when the subway shakes or bounces on its track, which causes his injured hand to press into the handhold he’s gripping for support. The other hand holds the Simon plushie he’s been attached to for a couple days now; people at work looked at him funny - after all, he’s carrying a toy resembling his adopted brother around with him - but he doesn’t care.

          Of course the car is pretty packed; Tokyo is a pretty busy place, after all, and everyone wants to get home. Unfortunately, there’s no one on this car that warrants his attention - it’s mostly just a bunch of older men and women - and his phone is almost dead, so Kamina is left with pretty much nothing to do except stand there and hope no one bumps into him.

          That is, until the subway stops and a few more people get on…and one of them is really attractive. Long hair with purple highlights, snazzy clothes, and the prettiest face he’s personally seen all week. Sure, she’s a little on the plump side, but he actually kind of likes that.

          She’s standing pretty close, too, chewing on a chocolate bar. Hoo boy.

      Stocking couldn’t wait to get home. She just wanted to fix herself a nice hot bath to relax in and indulge in the box of sweets she had tucked safely under one arm, Honekoneko dangling from the crook of her elbow holding it in place.

      “Shit... Panty has the keys to See Through. I hardly think she’s gonna answer her phone right now either.” The angel sighed in annoyance. “Looks like I’m taking the subway. Fucking fantastic.” Making her way down the stairway leading to the underground tracks, Stocking swiped her city pass card and stepped through the turnstile to wait for her train.

      Much to her relief, she didn’t have long to wait. She pushed her way into the car, paying no mind to the other bodies crowding close to her as she dug one of the sweet chocolate bars from the pink box she cradled. 

      “MmMMM! So goooood~”

      She almost didn’t notice the man directly beside her due to her chocolate induced foodgasm. Had it not been for his subtle gaze burning into her ass, she probably wouldn’t have even realized he was there. Though she had to admit she was pleasantly surprised when she got a good look at him. Tall, tan and-- was that a plushie??

      Your sleepy anarchy… Wake it up! Wake it up!

spring parfait {by Miki Nagata (bananagranola)}