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The smell of breakfast emanated through the halls. The crisp scent of bacon makes Mococo’s nose twitch as she wakes with a small groan.
The sound of footsteps is what she hears next, the feeling of arms around her waist making her blink.
The hellhound can hear the soft pitter patter of her sister's paws. Her claws scraping slightly against the floor as Fuwawa’s tail smacks lightly against the walls.
Mococo yawns, feeling the lethargy in her bones fade with every little sound her ears pick up. She runs her claws through the wings wrapped around her as she tries to wiggle out of bed.
“Nerissaaa….” The pup whined, grunting as the hands, and wings, tightened around her. She huffs at the unintelligible murmurs she gets as Nerissa's soft breaths hit the nape of her neck. Mococo sighs as she gives up on getting up.
“C'mon, Shiori made breakfast. We gotta eat, Nerissa.” The pink woman attempts to bargain. “C'mon, it's late! We need kisses, Nerissa, get up!”
“Mmm, five more minutes, darling…” The demon sighs, pressing a lazy kiss to the exposed skin in front of her, making the pup yelp. “Gimme a kiss? You didn't give me one last night.”
Mococo huffs, melting into the blue woman as Nerissa continues placing soft kisses to her neck. “I didn't give you kisses?” She asks, confused. “I gave you plenty last night!” Mococo growls.
“Mmm,” Nerissa hums, whines maybe, back arching as her wings twitch at the feeling of a fuzzy tail wrapping around it. “Did you, darling?”
Mococo nods, head bumping against the sound demon's chin. “Mhm! I gave ya lotsa kisses!”
Nerissa giggles, shifting slightly, turning Mococo's head towards her. “Really? Because I remember Fuwawa being the one kissing me.”
“Nuh uh!” The hellhound growls out, the annoyance offset by the flush spreading up her ears.
Nerissa makes no move to close the distance as Mococo stares determined at a point above her brows. “Darling?” Blue eyes dart toward dark purple, basically red, eyes. “My lips are down here.”
Mococo scowls, looking more like a pout, as she tries to cross her arms while being wrapped under arms and wings. “I know what you're tryna do, Nerissa.”
Nerissa hums. “Really? I'm not doing anything. I'm just trying to get my due kisses.” She smiles, smug and vicious, like the cat with the cream. Or the crow with the pup, as it is. “Or are you admitting Fuwawa is better at kissing than you? Is that it, Moco?”
“Hæh!” Mococo sputters, tail spasming as her fur bristles. “I'll show you better!”
Any smug retort from Nerissa is cut off as Mococo leans forward to steal it off her tongue.
The demon gasps, Mococo greedily stealing the sound as their teeth collide in a painfully pleasured kiss. Nerissa's hand grabs a fistful of hair, bringing Mococo closer as they part for breath.
“Is. Is that enough for you, Nerissa?” Mococo pants, whining as Nerissa tugs at her hair, her scalp stinging slightly in the best way.
Nerissa groans, pressings their foreheads together as her wings twitch. Mococo feels a vindictive sort of glee at how ruffled the demon is, so different from her usual teasing nature.
“Not even close.” Nerissa smirks, hand moving through hair to grasp gently at fur. She relishes in the whimper she is rewarded with when her fingers rub the appendage in a certain way. “Don't tell me that's all you can do? Even Shiorin can do better.”
Mococo knows, deep inside, that Nerissa doesn't mean anything with her words. That Nerissa is teasing and poking, trying to get a reaction out of her, mentioning her sister and girlfriend. And that, really, Shiori is an amazing kisser.
But knowing doesn't mean anything to instincts, or pride.
Mococo growls, deep in her throat, leaping forward to tackle Nerissa to the bed. The demon lets out a gasp, feeling her back hit the plush mattress, her wings trapped underneath her. She looks up to see the hellhound towering over her, straddling her stomach. Nerissa suppresses a delighted shiver at the delicious feeling of helplessness.
The pup tilts Nerissa's head up, immediately locking their lips together again. The demon groans, feeling a slick tongue lick at her lips, wasting no time to grant it access. She yelps, wings twitching from where they are pinned underneath her, at the feeling of fur wrapping around her bare thighs.
They stay like that, savoring the feel of each other in their hands and on their tongues. Any thoughts of taking it farther are thrown away when a sudden throat clearing echoes in the room.
Mococo yelps, falling off the bed in a mad scramble to get off Nerissa, tangled in the bedsheet as she does.
A voice laughs.
“Well, well, what do we have here? We leave you to sleep for a few hours, and I come back to see you two undoing all the hard work Shiori did cleaning the bed?”
Bijou stands at the doorway, looking sly and smug, smirk clear on her face, absolutely drowning in one of what looks to be one of the twins' shirts. “I expected this from Nerissa, not from you, Mococo.”
The gem ignores Nerissa's indignant ‘hey!’ with all the grace of someone used to it. Instead, she locks eyes with Mococo, attempting to free herself from the prison of cloth she wrapped herself in, growls occasionally leaving her throat.
“Do you need help with that?” Bijou asks, walking over towards the struggling pup.
“Nœh! I can get out myself!” She punctuates her words by ripping a hole through the sheet.
Mococo blinks, locking eyes with an unimpressed Bijou and a giggling Nerissa. “Hehe, whoops. Bau Bau….” She barks sheepishly.
Bijou just shakes her head, holding a hand out to the pup to take. Lifting her up near effortlessly when she does.
Nerissa whistles appreciatively. “Wow, Biboo, those smithing sessions with Kaela really paid off, huh?” She licks her lips, resting her chin in her palm as a hungry look enters her face. “You're so strong.” Her gaze darts to the hellhound next to the gem for a moment, eyes darkening even more. “Both of you are.”
Both Bijou and Mococo shiver. The guard dog's ears going flat on her head as the gem in Bijou's chest glows bright.
Nerissa giggles at their reactions, making a move to get off the bed, making every one of her actions as suggestive as possible. “Adorable.” She purrs, trailing a finger down each of their toned arms as she saunters past the stunned gem and pup. “Well then, come now darlings, breakfast awaits!”
Silence fills the room for a few moments, Bijou and Mococo trading glances as they process what had happened.
“At least we won't have to clean the sheets this time.”
Mococo just nods wordlessly, tail hanging limp as she stares resolutely at a wall, face flushed.
Bijou softens, taking the pups hand in hers as she walks towards the door, her steps somewhat eager. “C'mon, you heard Rissa. Maybe if we're good, we won't have to wait till lunch!”
Mococo snorts, intertwining their fingers as she bumps her shoulder against Bijou's. “Then we'll have to question if it's really Nerissa or not.”
They take great care to make sure their footsteps don't appear too eager. The amused look Shiori sends tells them they weren't exactly successful.
“So,” the archiver drawls, pinning the stunned gem and hellhound with her piercing eyes, before sending a look towards a satisfied Nerissa. “Did you all have fun?”
The flush that has steadily been receding returned full force as Mococo yelped. Bijou averted her eyes as her gem glowed embarrassed.
Fuwawa giggled from where she was feeding Shiori. “Having fun, Moco-chan? Without me?”
“Nœh! It's not like that!” Mococo denies, voice pitching in her embarrassment.
Shiori raises an eyebrow, the effect somewhat offset by her opening her mouth for a piece of omelet. “Oh?”
The pup nods wordlessly.
“Wow, Moco.” Nerissa's voice rings out, somehow looking like a queen upon a throne while wearing just an oversized shirt and stolen shorts. “Was having your tongue down my throat not fun for you?”
Mococo chokes on air, Bijou patting her back with a concerned look. Fuwawa just laughs, not making a single effort to hide it as Mococo glares at her.
The look Shiori sends Mococo would put deserts to shame with its dryness. “Not like that?” She echoes.
“Ok,” Mococo concurs, raising her hands up defensively. “Maybe something happened. But it's not what you think it is! We didn't do anything!” She exclaims.
Fuwawa sends an amused look to Bijou. “And did you join in on the fun, Biboo?”
The gem can admit she'd be more annoyed if she wasn't melting at the force of the blue dog's happiness. As it is, Bijou can't even muster up a hint of annoyance. She smiles helplessly. “No. I went to get them, and when I found them, they were already eating each other's mouths.”
Mococo makes a vague noise of denial, which Bijou ignores as she drags the pink pup towards one of the chairs. Nerissa just giggles, shameless and proud.
Shiori sighs. “At least tell me my sheets are clean.”
The ensuing silence sends Fuwawa doubling over as she laughs. Shiori looks absolutely unimpressed, the effect diminished by the smile threatening to curve her lips.
“Um, at least it's not stained..?” Mococo stutters.
“What's that supposed to mean, Moco-chan?” Fuwawa questions.
Mococo just flushes and turns away. She wordlessly opens her mouth when Shiori feeds her a piece of egg.
Bijou giggles, eating her own bit of egg fed to her by Fuwawa, murmuring a soft thanks. “Well,” the gem begins, pressing a kiss to Mococo's jaw as she lets out a displeased growl. “Turns out our bedsheet makes a pretty effective restraint. We should really consider that for our next night.”
There's confused silence for a few seconds as the archiver and blue hound stares at the two, before Fuwawa's eyes widen and she snorts, slapping a hand to her mouth as to not guffaw.
“Moco-chan!” Fuwawa laughs. “Did you get stuck in the blankets, again?”
Mococo grumbles, not looking at anyone as Nerissa and Shiori take turns feeding her breakfast. Said demon nods, confirming Fuwawa's wheezing questions as Bijou buries her head against Mococo's shoulder to drown out her own laughter.
Shiori sighs, not bothering to hide her own amusement as the pink dog swallows the last of the food. “Really? In front of my eggs?” She deadpans, getting up to go put the plates in the sink.
Mococo rises, still flushed up to her ears. “I can help, Shiori.”
Bijou whines at the loss of a partner to lean on. “Nooo, come back, Moco! Shiori can do her own dishes.”
Nerissa raises an eyebrow. “So you can keep using her as a pillow? Haven't you hogged her enough today, Biboo?”
The gem huffs, leaning on the other twin when Fuwawa takes the previous seat her sister was in. “Like you're one to talk! You barely woke up and you were going at it like animals!”
The demon scoffs, no heat in the action. “Like you haven't seen, and done, worse!”
“I'm with Nerissa on this.” Fuwawa pipes up.
Bijou looks up at her with betrayal. “Fluffball! You're taking her side!? Why!?!”
The demon dog just shrugs, planting an apology kiss to the gem's forehead. “Sorry. But Nerissa is right. You and Shiori can sometimes be kinda rough.”
“I mean, to be fair, me and Beebs aren't as bad as you and fuzzhead here. We're all practically reduced to chew toys when we let y'all bite.” Shiori calls from her place washing the dishes, both from today and some dirty ones from a few days ago.
FuwaMoco both whirl around to her, ears ramrod straight as they stare at Shiori like she said she liked cats more than dogs. “Not true!” They both exclaim at the same time.
There's a beat of silence before the archiver snorts at the synchronized shout.
“Alright, yeah, ok.” Shiori relents, folding under two teary eyed gazes turned towards her. “You're both two amazing and good puppies, and you've never done anything wrong. Ever.”
Bijou snorts. “Whipped!” She raises her hand in surrender when Shiori glares as she and a happy Mococo return to the table. “In any case,” the gem starts. “You're both definitely better than Nerissa.”
At that, both the twins and the archiver give a solemn nod, to the displeasure of the demon.
“Hey! I'm not that bad!!” Nerissa yells, indignant.
Everyone gives her a flat look, though Fuwawa looks at least a little apologetic.
Nerissa huffs, crossing her arms with a pout. “I'm not!” She denies.
Shiori smirks. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
“To be fair, she makes up for it with amazing aftercare.” Bijou shrugs, to the agreement of everyone around.
The pout doesn't disappear, though it does lessen, to the amusement of everyone.
Shiori stretches, popping a few bones that should be concerning if it were anyone but Shiori. “Well, as fun as it's been, sitting in wooden chair's not good for my back, let's go to the living room.”
Bijou laughs, getting up from the chair followed by the twin she was leaning on. “Alright grandma. Movie?”
“Yes!” The pups twin barks echo, their eyes practically shining with delight. “It's been so long since we had a movie night!” Fuwawa says, her sister nodding along.
Shiori sighs, helpless and amused, fondness dripping from her like the ink she bleeds. “You're not giving me much of a choice, but you're not wrong. Our last movie night was weeks ago or something.”
Nerissa giggles, making no move to get up. “Then it's settled then? What'll we even watch?”
Fuwawa immediately turns towards Bijou, who dashes away laughing. “No scary movies, Biboo!”
Mococo makes a move to follow, holding herself back as Shiori and Nerissa make no moves to leave, giggling.
“Not gonna get up, Rissa?” Shiori asks the question burning in Mococo's head.
Nerissa shakes her head, sending a smile towards the pup. One that everyone in Advent knows will get her whatever she wants.
“I seem to have eaten far too much, Shiori. I just simply can not walk. I'll need someone to carry me to the couch.” Nerissa says, not a hint of sincerity evident in her tone. “If only there was someone strong enough to lift me up, like a knight in shining armor.”
Mococo huffs, meeting the demon's gaze with an unimpressed look. “Really?”
Nerissa's smile widens. “Too bad Biboo isn't here….” She says, batting her eyelashes coyly.
The hound growls at that, marching up to the sly demon, lifting her up into her arms with no effort.
Nerissa lets out a gasp, followed by a giggle, arms wrapping around the pup's neck as she moves to rest on a toned shoulder. “Mmm, my brave knight. So strong.” She purrs.
“Shut up….” Mococo mumbles, walking towards the living room, where Bijou and Fuwawa's bickering can be heard, careful to keep her steps gentle to not jolt the demon in her arms. Something that makes Nerissa giggle more and press a kiss to the hounds cheek, making her steps stutter.
Shiori just huffs, amused and dopey. She grabs a bowl and a handful of snacks, heading towards the room, shouting and bickering guiding her way.