Not A Mad Scientist

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“Very subtle.” Though if Gina were subtle with her compliments, it wouldn’t be her, so it’s not as though Maddy can be bothered by it.

She sighs; Gina is, admittedly, very good at making her feel better in general. She even finds herself actually relaxing, just a little, as she takes her first bite.

“I love being uptight,” Maddy says drolly, turning her head enough to shoot Gina an amused look. “There is nothing in this world that brings me as much pleasure as being terrible fuddy-duddy responsible for all things, didn’t you know?”

“Oh, that’s not entirely true. You get a great deal of pleasure when you let me seduce and tempt you out of your uptightness~” A finger traced Maddy’s jawline, even as more food came forward. It probably didn’t help that the demoness was giving her food that would be pleasurable to eat. How mischievous of her!

                “Please, like you need my feedback. You know it’s always perfect. You just want compliments.” She gives Gina’s hair another tug before letting go, attention drawn away by the incoming pancakes. As much of a pain in the ass Gina can be, she really can’t deny that it’s kind of nice to have instantaneous, delicious food without having to do anything herself. 

She laughs, rolling her neck; it’s still stiff, even after the attention, but at this point it’s more of a state of being. “I know you’d spoil me for hours, but it’d be pretty irresponsible of me to let you.” She shrugs. “Plus, you’d get overexcited.”

“Always perfect? Sounds like someone I know~” Gina did like compliments, but how could she not? She was indulgence itself, and what was more indulgent than that? 

Other than her indulging Maddy of course. The fact that each bite would be damn near erotic, the fact that they would only make it easier to slip into those urges to just consume from how good they were... That was all part of the experience. Maddy might not think she’s getting spoiled, but it’s likely to be near impossible to resist...

Sometimes I worry that I don’t lean into what I want to write enough

I mean I know why, it’s because the people who are writing them are trapped chasing the 90′s way of doing everything and thus nothing has changed in nearly thirty years, thus creating a situation where ideas are cannibalized ad nauseum and anything new has to fit within previously created ways of telling stories thus immediately destroying anything interesting about it while furthering the status quo

and thus you have to be all sizzle no steak and be as flashy as possible while ensuring nothing actually changes lest the status quo that was established thirty years ago change no matter how out of place elements or dynamics or storylines are in 20 fucking 20

She smiled at her words, “Hmmm, what desert?” she asked her playfully acting like she wasn’t sure she was interested and being picky, but honestly any desert would be amazing, she just was craving something sweet. “Ok what if we have desert back at your place then? And some wine? What do you say?” she asked her wondering what she thought of her idea. 

“Oh? Whats coming after we eat?” she asked her curiously not sure what she meant by that, she wasn’t expecting much to come after dinner except maybe an after dinner mint and a drive home.

“Dear, if we have dinner, you won’t be in much of a condition to walk after~” Mostly because Gina wasn’t going to just let Iris get away with not eating all day. And she was someone who tended to encourage... indulgence. “I simply don’t want to give you a giant bill when you eat your weight in food~” 

That might be an exaggeration. Or maybe it wasn’t. It was hard to tell with Gina. “And perhaps all the desserts. I’m sure I can fit a cake in you. Maybe a bottle of wine or two.” Clearly, Gina was going big after Iris missed their lunch together. 

“I am not submitting!” A stubborn part of her screamed, begging her to wake up from this nightmare. 

But was it a nightmare, though? She had been in control all her life, perhaps losing it now would make all her dreams come true.  

“No? You certainly seem to be~” Gina moved around her, wrapping her arms around the woman, resting her head on Temari’s shoulder. And still the food kept coming. 

“Perhaps you’re the one who is choosing to submit. In which case, you’re in control about not being in control~” Clearly, that made sense. And with food that was so good as to be sexual, perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad. 

Gina’s hands moved to Temari’s middle, gently squishing the new softness. Pleasure would shoot through the woman, bliss and sensual ecstasy flowing from the demoness’ touch. 

               “Mm.” She tips her head back, blinking up at Gina as she considers. Once upon a time, being so much shorter than someone would irritate her a little; these days, she deals with Gina and Amadeus so damn much that it no longer registers. It helps that neither of them use it to intimidate her. “…Souffle pancakes?” 

She’s still not in the habit of asking for more than one thing, even though she’s bound to receive all she asks for and more.

Reaching up, she catches a strand of the taller woman’s hair, giving it a joking tug. “I’ll even give you a prize, since you’re being so nice,” she hums, and a smile lurks at the corners of her mouth, struggling to break free. “You can ask me a few questions. If you’re still trying to get inside my head.”

“Done~” Gina lets the smaller girl pull her down and closer; honestly, this playfulness was good. Maddy was always more playful when she was in a good mood; it was the surest sign that things were improving. 

“Well, how about we start by you giving me feedback on my food?” Were plates of pancakes floating towards her? Yes. Were they going to be great? Obviously. Gina never did anything halfway. And Maddy absolutely needed pampering right now.