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The air was tense, filled with anticipation. Komic stood there infront of the mirror; dressed in a frilly pink maid dress with gentle ruffles at the trim. The lace of the sleeves tingling his fair skin. Komic pulled at the end of the dress, trying to hide the wide expanse of his thighs. Despite being dressed in a rather compromising outfit, he liked it. The soft pink of the cotton made his green orbs stand out from behind the frames of his glasses. He'd never thought he'd end up like this, but he was not complaining. He hoped his co-workers wouldn't find out about this, the mere thought of it was utterly horrifying. Though, if that day comes then so be it because this is how he wants to live his life and they can back off. Without dwelling any longer on the thought, his hands gently smoothed out wrinkles of the dress to preserve the shape. Though before he do anything more, a pair of warm arms slunk around his waist with a grounding presence.
Hi babe, you look so pretty. A voice murmured against his neck. the breath tickling the hair of the back on his neck. Sending shivers of delight down his spine.
Hi Nyasia..Komic mumbled, his hands clasping over hers. Keeping them wrapped around his waist, enjoying their moment of peace while it lasted. His green orbs flickered to the reflection of the mirror. There he was standing there, in his maid dress with his curtain bangs cascading over his face. Nyasia leaning over his side with her arms wrapped around his waist; her head in the crook of his neck. Her beautiful rich skin complementing the ethereal curls as they sat on her shoulder. Framing her face with the likeness of pagane beauty.
Snickering to herself as she nuzzled his neck, planting a tender kiss to the malleable skin of his throat. Komic took a sharp breath in as he grasped sightly at her hands,
Ny...ny what are you doing? He stammered as red-hot blush spread across the milky expanse of his skin.
Don't you worry about it, sweet boy. Nyasia said as a smirk graced her perfectly lined lips. Komic was in her hands, and she is not going to let him escape her grasp. Pulling him closer in the embrace as she fell back into their bed. Holding him tight in her lap as he stammered with a red face. Unable to contain it she laughed to herself; he was just so shy and sweet and he was all hers. They sat there in a tense silence while Nyasia held him. Her hold on him firm to keep him in his place like a good chud. His dress ridding up slightly; causing him to squeak in distress while he tugged it down.
Komic looked up at her with an almost embarrassed look, yet still loving. She looked so strong, so perfect, so beautiful it hurt his eyes to look at. Dressed in that butler's suit, holding him like he was nothing but hers made him feel whole in ways he's never felt before.
You wearing this get up for me? she asked as she tilted her head. The look in her eyes as she looked down at him was akin to a wolf looking at the sheep and Nyasia is no sheep. Before Komic even got a breath to reply, maybe defend himself- she leaned down planting a kiss on his cheek.
So pretty, just can't get enough of you. Nyasia whined as if bothered by the fact, when she is far from it. Being able to hold her darling boyfriend in her lap while he squirmed helplessly, batting at her hands while trying to pull his dress down? Oh, it was a sight for her sore eyes and weary soul. He is so perfect, fitting right there in her lap where he belongs.
Nyasia, come on. Let me go. Komic whined as if he were a petulant brat <- (Cannon). His hands trying to pry at the firm fingers wrapped around his waist. The feeling of being completely and utterly loved was almost overwhelming for him as he looked into her eyes. Those dark brown orbs swirling with mischief, pride and hunger- the combination of the trio nearly fatal for his poor heart. Even if he were to really die from that gaze, he knew damn well she'd do anything to bring her back. Because not even death can keep him from his beloved Nyasia.
Nyasia's eyebrow raised at his whining, knowing it was fake she squeezed him tighter. Leaning down, her curls falling with her as she planted a firm, but soft kiss on his forehead. Remains of lipstick smeared across the pale canvas, evidence of her love for Komic. A smirk tugged at the corners of her lips while she looked at the now frazzled Komic. "Cat got your tongue?" She hummed. Tilting her head to examine him better; admiring the perfect smudge of crimson lipstick on his skin. Her fingers running over the stain with all the reverence of a nun in mass. She did that, she marked her territory; albeit still able to be washed off but that wasn't the point now is it? The point is keeping him all to herself and loving him to bits while he loves her back.
"You're being cruel" He muttered while he crossed his arms. Brows furrowing to make his act seem more convincing because he truly did not mind. He in fact rather loved knowing that Nyasia is so utterly devoted to him, and it's not just one sided. Komic would do anything for that goddess of a woman, she is so perfect- a once in a lifetime type of girl. Whatever he'd done in a past life to deserve such an amazing person, he doesn't know but imagining his life without her seems dull.
"Cruel?" She gasped dramatically; one of her hands going to clutch her white button up shirt while the other remained around his waist. Taking a deep breath before her hand moved to her forehead, acting like the thought was too much to bear. Her orbs shut tightly, playing into the dramatics before opening one orb to look into his own piercing green ones. Holding his gaze before pointing to the mirror, their reflection seemingly out of some daydream of theirs. Komic nestled nicely in her lap, albeit being pouty and difficult but still clearly not minding it in the slightest. Nyasia holding him there, her grip tight but not painful as she kept him in place.
"See that babe? That look cruel to you?" She questioned with a playful grin as Komic puffed up.
"Oh, be quiet Ny, it's cruel to me!" He mumbled before squeaking as he was manhandled into lying beside her on the bed. "What are you doing" He asked. Nyasia's cheek now tucked against his cheek. Nuzzling him gently like a kitten would, the skin-on-skin contact making him go even brighter red if even possible.
"Loving you because I am just soooo cruel" She drawled, a sulking expression on her face.
They laid there, cuddled against each other. Perfectly molded into the other, intertwined with a perfect balance. Nyasia and Komic stayed there, snuggled tightly together as they drifted into deep sleep; keeping the other warm with their body heat.