#metatron|trinity

It burned slightly. Ah, he really was low on energy huh? He answered anyway: “Mmmh… some kind of mob. Needed convincing I came… ah… ‘with serious intent’… or something. So they shot me, In the shoulder”

“… why were you dealing with the mob again?” More admonishment. And ere he was, for once kinda innocent. Which might be the problem.

“Giving them money to leave the indigenous people alone... aaaand keep the blackmarket trade of rainforest – I mean, how ridiculous… how ridiculous is that? - … in the know for me. So my campaign isn’t… completely pointless, yanno? Stopping the de-… deforestation? Because all the new books take… too many trees?” He took a break to whine a bit.

“…oh” She said.

“Cause the libraries… remember? They n+eeded more trees and you weren’t happy. So now… there are trees… and hemp… I guess… soonish? I hope. Politics is weird” He huffed. And planted his face on the pillow again.

“Oh” said Trinity… and left.

“Noooooo, don’t leave meeeeee-eugh.” He made a note to self: Vibrations in shoulders are bad.

… he had at least hoped for an honest, actually joyful kiss.

Mnph.

Everything went bad this day.

Well, he had wanted to sleep, hadn’t he?

So, he closed his eyes.

And dozed off.

Until he felt something… soft on his head.

And he jerked awake, sitting up to stare, holding his shoulder. It was all a bit disorienting, until he saw… Trinity.

With thigh high, blue and white boots. Even two blue wings flapping at her ankles. Giving way to a tiny bit of thigh… and the shortest skirt one could imagine. A pointless black belt above, encircling her nice and soft waist, following up to a rather constricting bra, heart shaped hole in the front, being held at her neck. There were shoulder-pad ruffs. There were naked arms, but pointless, wide  cuffs, a nurses cap! And she wore her hair in pigtails, for Pete’s sake!

It was all he ever dreamed of seeing! It was wonderful! And cute and did bring out her boobs nicely and invited to touch and to kiss and grope and snuggle and nibble and-

With wide. Blinking eyes and her arms raised and… squeezing her breasts together, Trinity said in the ditziest way imaginable: “I’m the holy angel of charity, Metatron, so, are you in any pain or discomfort today?”  

…

And all the joy fell off of him.

Deflated, he fell back down into the pillows. He didn’t want to be made fun of on top of everything else, too.

He grabbed a blanket and pulled it over himself, curling in while being careful about the shoulder.

“… what. You always wanted me to wear that!” She sounded peeved.

“Mmmmhmh, and it suits you just as well as I thought,” which was incredibly well. And very sexy. And incredibly tempting. And… ah, whatever.

“So?” There was still peevedness.

“Well, you hate it” And he didn’t need this right now.  

“You knew that before already,” which was true, admittedly.

“Mmh… didn’t know how much, I guess,” shrugging was a bad idea. So he kissed slightly.

“This was to reward you, you know? You actually did good! You deserved a reward. You can enjoy!”

He glanced up at still grumpy her – still terribly attractive, really – and sighed: “I’m not… lust. I’m greed. I got lotsa minus points today… an… I always liked the stupid costume… cause it’s charity. Opposites attract… n all a that”

She still frowned: “It’s just… a thing with my name that… that very terrible people jerk off to! It’s disrespectful and plain awful”

Wth a deep breath, he nodded: “I suppose. Still be charitable now?” Richard held the blanket up “Some cuddles?”

When his arm twitched with a hiss of pain, her features softened and she slipped under the covers, snuggllng close to him: “You’re an idiot”

He very carefully put an am around her and pulled her close: “But at least yours”

She huffed and carefully nestled against him, giving him a careful kiss on the forehead: “But at least mine. You really did do good, you know?”

And he smiled at her.

After a few breathes and some more wriggling from Trinity, she stopped wriggling, frowing again: “… are you hard?”

“It is TERRIBLY sexy, okay? Like, if you didn’t do that voice…” It was nothing but a whine.

After a deep breath, she sighed and snuggled against him, anyway: “Be glad I love you. Now sleep”

“I love you… too” And maybe… the day wasn’t all bad.