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Yes, much too late for regrets now as your assistant-by-forceful-seizure draws a teasing finger across your desk. Teasing, or is it threatening? Muelsyse has always been a mischievous friend, but sometimes the jokes could be… vexing.
“Oh there’s no need for such an un-adorable look, Doctor.” Your confidant pouts with a huff.
“What look, Muelsyse?”
Your answer is met with an eye roll as she lazily strolls to the center of the office, hands holding her tablet behind her back. With a tilt of her head, she glances back at you, expression hidden except for the glimmer in her eyes.
“I want you to come with me next time I go clothes shopping. The thing is, I don’t really understand fashion stuff so much, and I want to hear your ideas.”
You give her a quizzical look at first, still processing the request that came from out of the blue, but Muelsyse doesn’t give you a chance to answer as she gasps in surprise.
“What…? You don’t either?”
“N-no, do you mind that?”
A stuttered, reflexive honesty that she always manages to draw out of you. She claps her hands in delight, face brightening up with brimming mirth that leaves you equally breathless as she gracefully drifts back to you.
“Sure! If you’ve got opinions and I’ve got opinions… then we can do swapsies. Plus… I get to see you wearing something else for once.”
“Swapsies?”
You get no clarification, and all it takes is a few taps on her tablet to completely upend your schedule. Morning meetings cleared, prep time gone, consultations and training shifted to later in the day-
All replaced by:
> (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃ Shopping with Mumu
Your watch instantly buzzes with a reminder of the memo, and Muelsyse playfully leans in over your desk, her silken hair spilling its fresh, flowery fragrance before you.
“Well look at that Doctor! You’re late to your appointment with… me!” Her giggle is infectious, but you manage to resist her charm for the moment as the weight of Rhodes Island presses down on you.
“Muelsyse-”
“What?” She pouts, “Don’t tell me you actually wanted to go to that debrief meeting with the Logistics and Acquisitions teams?” Your friend and assistant slumps dramatically, flopping onto your desk to sulk, casting puppy-dog eyes at you and batting her lashes for good measure. She knows it won’t work… but she also knows a lot more about your well being than you do sometimes.
“You need breaks too, you know?”
“Kal’tsit-”
“-can handle the meeting without you... And if she can’t she can just reschedule it. You’ve been working seven days straight- trust me, I know.” Muelsyse places a gentle, sympathetic hand over yours- a gesture that sends a spark into your chest and warmth into your body. “So… please?”
“...Okay,” You softly sigh in defeat, “might as well see while we’re still docked in Columbia.”
The pang of guilt is swiftly flipped with just how excited Muelsyse becomes as she holds in her squeal of happiness. Though she can’t hide how her ears perk with excitement, she does manage to clear her throat and contain the giddiness.
“It’s a date then… okay?”
And before you can answer, she grabs you by the hand, sweeping you away from the desk; away from the drudgery and mundane, from the weight of responsibility and expectation like a flash flood of enthusiasm.
Excitement, exuberance, a brightness that whisks you from Rhodes Island and onto Columbian steel. Through the buzz of the Arrivals port and spat out onto the streets, free to explore Trimounts as you see fit. It all feels familiar but not, and Muelsyse leads you through the city as well as any native could…
Even if she was not.
Even if she was not, and even as temporary as she knew it to be, this place had been her home. A tram ride here, a bus stop there, and all the while you and Muelsyse talk to pass the time away in good company. Little things, nothing serious, and never work- she knows the disquiet you’d feel if your thoughts drift to the consequences of this excursion. You wind up in a neighborhood called the Back Deck, a bustling place full of constant motion… and that is when Muelsyse pulls you to the one patch of green you have seen so far.
“Breather?”
“Breather.”
She sits you down on a bench, beneath the branches of a wide-brim tree, and you both inhale and exhale. This is a sequestered place, a piece of green bordered by the gray-and-white of Trimounts, yet it manages to hold a certain tranquility to it. Muelsyse sways gently to a tune in her head, or perhaps it's to the hidden rhythm of this square bit of nature as you both let the buzz of playing hooky drain away from you.
Your friend looks up at the boughs, thoughtful for a moment.
“Did you know this tree is a transplant? It’s normally found on the Bolivian border… but it can grow here.” Muelsyse’s inner-ecologist can’t help but surface as she seems to analyze each and every leaf above. “It was taken from its native environment, yet still survives in Trimounts because of its similar climate for half the year. Though… does it truly thrive here?”
Muelsyse stands, reaching up to touch a single browning leaf.
“People think trees never get lonely, what do you think, Doctor?”
“I think… it's a romantic notion to apply human characteristics to nature. A way for us to… try and understand our surroundings sometimes. Still, if that is what helps us empathize with the places that we live, then yes… I believe trees can be lonely.”
Muelsyse mulls your answer before looking back up at the tree.
“...It needs more water.” She says softly, a wistful smile on her face that's gone with a sudden, chilling breeze. Lab coat pulled tight around her, she falls back onto the bench beside you, a single shiver running through her… before you dare to scoot a little bit closer. Arm awkwardly touching arm but she takes the offering, choosing to lean more against you. Still, her face is anything but peaceful or contemplative. Something gnawing at her draws a scrunch across her brow.
“Muelsyse?” You ask as she sidles up more, puts more of her weight against you. Another exhale, perhaps a sigh as Muelsyse gazes out at the skyline of man-made lines.
“Looking back on it, it’s like Rhine was just founded yesterday.” She confides, voice as light as the leaves above. Fingers interlocked on her lap, flexing as she fidgets, she looks at the clouds above. Her face quivers a moment before she forces a smile. “The stuff we fought over at that time was a total one-eighty compared to now. Heheh, good memories”
“Like what?” You ask, desperate to find some way to pull her out once again.
“Hmm… well plenty of things, boring things. Where to get our funding, where we’d set the campus, who we were going to hire for reception- that started a pretty heated one… but I think the best… was when Jara floated the idea of having us do a photoshoot.” Muelsyse smiles softly, fingers loosening around the rim of her cup as she watches the ripples in the tea. “A sort of publicity stunt- to show off the younger talents. Me, Kristen, Saria… we got into an argument about what we’d wear.”
Muelsyse laughs quietly before tilting her head to look at you.
“But you know me, Doctor. I don’t know a thing about fashion- so really it was just Kristen and Saria arguing over what they’d wear with me trying to… bridge them. It was a choice between… these really regal looking dresses or our lab coats. I’ll let you guess who was arguing for what.”
“Saria wanted the lab coats-”
“Wrong!” Muelsyse giggles, gently swaying her pleasure at your guess.
“Saria wanted these regal looking gowns- and even I knew that they must have been a bit dated… saying something about how we should “present ourselves as dignified professionals, as noble in our goals-” Muelsyse says sternly, doing her best to mimic Saria in both posture and stoicness before laughing at the memory. “And Kristen… Kristen argued it wasn’t in the budget.”
“So what happened?”
“Well… we took the photos in our lab coats- all buttoned up and serious… and not at all what we felt like back then…” Muelsyse watches as a breeze swirls fallen leaves around your feet, softly chuckling, “Yeah… good times.”
Even though she’s smiling, even though she’s laughing, it's all laden with something aching, melancholic, and the pain that lies at the heart of Muelsyse’s troubles.
And so you grab her by the hand, suddenly pulling her up from the bench beside you.
“D-Doctor…?”
“Well then, let’s go try on some things for our own photo shoot.”
“R-Really?”
“Well, maybe we can arrange a proper shoot when Mags gets back- she’s got better cameras than what we have lying around in storage.”
At the mention of her friend and at the promise of something out-of-the-ordinary, Muelsyse lets herself be convinced. The weight has been lifted, at least for now… but that lets you , lets you move forward together to make other good memories, right? That’s the offering… and it's what your friend grasps onto as you help pull her up.
The gentle breeze seems to sweep her up, wind in her sails once more as she takes the lead again. Swinging herself forward, a balletic spin as she holds your hand and doesn’t let go.
“Right, Doctor. Let’s get going!”
The Copely Walk is no Worship Street Market over in Lungmen, but it certainly has its own charm as Muelsyse flits about between stores- with you in tow, of course. You try on all kinds of pants and shirts ranging from the business to the casual, but never really bite on anything in particular. Muelsyse is undeterred by your frugality though, constantly having you try on new things, pairing them with ties and socks and shoes and hats and… well anything that catches her fancy.
But it’s not all one sided. She certainly makes good on your agreement- this is an exchange of opinions- swapsies.
And whenever it is Muelsyse’s turn to emerge from the changing rooms, she finds new ways to really steal the air from your lungs.
A simple pull-over sweater and jeans? The waist on them makes her hips look phenomenal.
A flowing summer-dress patterned bright yellow with sunflowers? It shows her legs off when she gives playful spins for you.
Tanktop and some flowing jogging shorts? The way the top clings to her delicate frame accentuates her petite waist… and how they flare to her surprisingly alluring hips.
Frankly, you’re not a very good opinion giver because everything has looked good on her so far- but it’s when she comes out in something sporty that you have to keep your jaw from hitting the floor.
“How does it look?” She asks for what feels like the hundredth time today… but this time it feels as if she already knows the answer.
Skin-tight black leggings made of some Gods-given stretchy fabric that contours to her every curve from the belly-button down- and yes, her belly button and fit little midriff is on full display with the sports bra she’s chosen. The elastic draws a black line across her ribs, highlights the soft swells of her chest with an eye-catching orange… and boy does it catch your eyes. Who knows how long you drink in the sight of her, but there comes a point where Muelsyse grows bashful, a blush creeping from bridge of the nose to beauty-mark on her cheek as she slowly covers herself with her hands.
“D-Doctor?”
“It looks… amazing, Muelsyse.”
“R-Really? It makes me feel… I don’t know… twiggy?” She frowns, giving a slow spin to show you what she’s talking about… but you don’t see it. No, if anything you see how nice and tight her thighs and bottom are, the fabric so tight that you can see the perky bounce to her peach when she shifts her hips. Muelsyse is thin, but there’s still plenty of her. Gods, you’re glad you have her coat on your lap, lest she see what she’s done to you down below.
“Perfect.” The words drop from your mouth, eyes following her more exposed skin until, eventually, she grows so embarrassed that she squeaks a happy note before vanishing back into the changing room.
And leaves you to stew at all the wonderful sights… and perhaps let some of the “excitement” leave your lower regions. She comes back out in her same old skirt and shirt, but she’s holding some of her choices, ready to buy. There’s a bit of secretiveness to her as she checks out, telling you to go on ahead of her, but it’s not long before she’s back by your side, bag hanging from her shoulder. Nothing but a smile on her face and not a trace of that earlier peach blush on her. As you both leave, she hooks her arm with yours though. Close, closer than most other times she teases you like this-
And it just kind of… feels right. You talk about nothings as you stroll down the rest of Copely Walk, shopping no longer the top priority on either of your minds.
“I’ve always… wanted to see Siesta.” She muses quietly as you walk, a random point of revelation from out of the blue.
“Really, you’ve never gotten the chance?”
“Not once. My lab work always kept me… busy.” Muelsyse bites back something but eventually shakes her head as if it’s nothing. “Kristen never approved any of my research proposals into studying the ecosystem there. Probably thought I was going to just play around…”
“Would you?”
Muelsyse pouts instantly, puffing her cheek as she glares at you… but in the end she comes out smiling that same playful Muelsyse smile.
“Yeah. I totally would have. I mean… come on! It’s Siesta!” Her laugh is delightful, a bright ray of sun that is instantly covered by clouds as she sighs and drifts a bit further from you.
“Mags… she always went out into the world and would bring things back… but I…”
Once more she hangs on a word as you both slow, letting the sound of her bootheels coming to a thudding stop do all the talking.
“...planted your roots at the lab?” You quietly finish what she seemed she was going to say.
She looks up at you, eyes pained when exposed to the truth… before it is gone in a single drawn-out sigh. A nod, a half-smile, all before she throws herself against your arm, resting her head against your shoulder.
“Yeah” Muelsyse nods, nuzzling a bit against you, “that’s exactly it.”
A silence falls over you two as she clings on; the buzz of the street, the traffic rolling and flowing past your two, the hustle and bustle of a Columbian city is all but washed away.
“...So how about we go to Siesta?”
An offering; hope, a simple little dream she can achieve with you. She reaches for it… before pulling back, shrinking as her doubts dawn on her.
“We’d never get the chance for a vacation. Between your work and my work… G-getting approval would be-”
“You lack faith in my ability to pull strings.” You answer, placing a gentle arm around her back, hand settling on her waist.
“I don’t know if even you are that good, Doctor.” She doubts even as she leans deeper into you. Clearing she’s thinking of the Kal’tsit-shaped hurdle you’d have to vault over. She’s certainly a significant opponent, but you aren’t the Doctor, the grand strategist of Rhodes Island for no good reason. Resources, people, knowledge; all open pathways and possibilities- and right now you want that path to lead to you and Muelsyse relaxing somewhere on a beach together.
“The Mayor’s daughter works for us, you know? Ceylon Doykos?”
“Ah! That Lady!” Muelsyse exclaims, “I’ve seen her in the Research Department.”
“I’m sure that Ceylon and Schwartz wouldn’t mind a little trip home with an escort…”
“Doctor… I hope you aren’t planning anything… unethical in front of me?”
“Unethical? No, never!”
Muelsyse laughs with that golden mirth, the lightheartedness that you’ve come to enjoy from your friendship with her. It brings a freshness, a levity to yourself knowing that she… is back.
“So want to go shopping for a swimsuit?” You ask with a friendly nudge, letting her know that your suggestion wasn’t just a joke.
And she smiles, the gentle blush returning to her cheeks like a soft sunrise.
“O-okay!”
You find a department store at Muelsyse’s suggestion, wandering your way into a swimwear section. There’s a mix of makes and brands, and you swear you recognize a few Coral Coast designs that Rhodes Island helped model as Muelsyse pushes you towards some of her picks.
“You first this time!” She urges.
Honestly, you have no idea what you’d look nice in, so you pick and choose near-random. A cocktail of shirts and shorts, some baggy some tight, figuring Muelsyse will help sort you out. Try on a combination, step out, and watch as she either delights or rubs her chin.
“Lose those pants,” or “Try that shirt with those shorts,” until eventually you come out with what feels like a random assortment of clothes and accessories… and she claps her hands in front of her face to hide her delight. Can’t hide how her ears perk up though, nor can she really disguise the sparkle to her eyes as they go wide, and it’s just a little bit uplifting.
“I like this one.” She says, beckoning you closer. She leans forward in her seat, tilting her head this-way-and-that as she catches you at every angle. As awkward as it feels to make a show of it, Muelsyse’s glee is infectious, and you find yourself modeling for her a bit more… playful than normal. Muelsyse stands to be closer to you and that’s when the self-consciousness slowly creeps in… and that is when she places a warm hand on your chest.
“I think it makes you look handsome.” Her compliment is earnest and heartfelt, spoken with a smile that beams confidence straight into you.
Not to mention her touch lingers just a bit longer than one would expect while being in the middle of a department store’s changing room suite. It’s that revelation that has her suddenly pull back, but the gentle rouge on her face lingers like her warmth.
“So, you next?” You say, trying to hide the bit of eagerness in your voice. Can’t come off as too excited to see her in any of these… tasteful swimsuits- not after the yoga pants.
And Muelsyse certainly picks up on that, her grin teasing and knowing as she places a hand on her breasts and gives that coy little “What? Me?” look.
She leans in close; close enough that you can smell the hint of wildflowers and the mint of her chapstick and…
“I’ve already got a swimsuit, Doctor.” She says as a coy matter-of-fact. A bit let down, sure, but Muelsyse spins right around to put her hand over your heart once more, a simple way to stay your thoughts.
“Did you know that Mags and I did a photoshoot? It was for a very short-lived attempt at expanding the Rhine branding- a collaboration with Coral Coast.”
“Really? They let you keep it?”
“Mhmm! So not only are you in the presence of a Director of Rhine Labs, but also a Coral Coast swimsuit model!” When she pulls back there is a distinct absence of her aura that makes you instinctively want to chase after her… but she’s only taken a step away. Hands behind her back, playful pop to her hip as she leans in to tease a whisper, “ buuut if you’re good, maybe I’ll let you see~”
Devilishly mischievous but innocent, loved by friends yet lonely, infinitely approachable yet still hesitant to hold out her hand-
So you step into the space between you two, wrapping your arm around Muelsyse’s waist, countering her playful aloofness with the confidence you want to instill as you pull her hip-to-hip with you.
“I’ll buy dinner tonight then.”
“Oh? We’re staying out later?”
“Well, you only have yourself scheduled until three…” You pull back your cuff to show her the schedule- and how you message Amiya that you’d be back on the ship later than expected. She narrows her eyes, playing up the questioning of your motives even as her arm goes around your back as well.
“It’ll take more than just dinner to see my photoshoot with Mags, you know?”
“That’s fine, let’s have more than one dinner together- but how about we start with where you want to go, Muelsyse?”
She leans into you as you walk, not dancing ahead nor falling behind as you both tread the same steady rhythm.
“... I’ve got just the place, Doctor. Trust me… you'll love it.”
You catch the last tram back to Arrivals and Departures, sun long gone and leaving only the flash of streetlights through the window as you pass. Muelsyse rests against your shoulder, her breathing steady and rhythmic as she dozes. When the tram comes to a squealing stop, all it takes is a nudge to have her eyelashes flutter open.
Boarding Rhodes Island, you slip by Reception as quickly as you can, heading straight for your office in case Kal’tsit decided to lock onto you like a missile after being ignored all day. Muelsyse doesn’t split off to the dorms when you pass the hall junction though, still content to cling to your arm even as your office door hisses open. In fact, she’s through the door before you.
“I’m exhausted!” she whines as she drops her bags beside the door. Spinning on her heel as you close the door, she waits until you take that step in before leaning close to shyly whisper, “But I had fun today, Doctor.”
“Me too.”
With your earnesty there’s a sudden draw towards Muelsyse. It’s a magnetism, a need to throw your arms around her, and though your arms reflexively twitch, she spins away at the last second.
Except, in all of her fatigue, her usual grace and poise falters. Muelsyse trips over her own heel, stumbling forward towards your desk-
“Mumu!” You call out, reflexively catching her by the arm and pulling her to you… holding her by the waist, almost as if you were dancing with her again.
A soft gasp escapes her, eyes wide in surprise, that cute blush slowly creeping across her cheeks. Both of you seem breathless in the moment, a second that lasts a lifetime. In that moment you know… the instant you let her go, the world will spin faster once again-
Drawn together.
Pulled closer.
Hand on your cheek pulling you down.
Her lips naturally find yours. Soft, vulnerable, the loneliness felt in the silent whimper.
Lips that taste like peppermint- the same that she’s shared with you all those times… her little moments of connection.
Except she is sweeter.
A sentimental stroke of your cheek… before she pushes away, like she’s expecting you to let her go-
But you don’t. You can’t, not now. You pull Muelsyse back up into your arms, embracing her trembling frame. She clings to you for a heart-elating second before… she begins to squirm. It’s the embarrassment and awkwardness sinking in, but your hug reassures her through the worst of its resonating pangs.
One heartbeat… two, three, four-
And when you lose count, Muelsyse’s arms gingerly wrap around your back, all of her anxiety melting from her.
“C-Can you… umm… kiss… me… again…?”
A request that shrinks away into a cute little squeak, but it’s a request you are more than happy to grant. Lips brush aside her bangs, planting a soft declaration on her forehead-
And a bit of teasing that has Muelsyse pout as she
“Mou~ I meant… -Mmmph!-”
Though the woman in your arms isn’t a mirage, she still melts like liquid the moment your lips meet in a fit of passion. Soft mewls that grow in their neediness the longer your lips mingle, and when you both come up for air you are seeing stars.
So often you both think of the past and the future that you neglect the now.
The now where you are together.
The now where you sink onto the office floor as one.
The now where Muelsyse is on your lap, pressing her forehead to yours, giggling her heartfelt joy between soft kisses.
“We share chapstick all the time… but this… I could get used to this-” Muelsyse whispers, fingers delicately dancing through your hair.
“There is something far more pleasurable sharing it this way, huh?”
“Mmm… perhaps we could make a study of this? Like… how many kisses it takes to diminish the chapstick-”
“Too many variables, Mumu, or do you want to… quantify the types of kisses for your study?”
“Maybe~” Muelsyse teases, her lips plucking softly off yours once more, “...as long as it’s with you.”
You both stare at one another, feeling the fires spreading across both your cheeks simultaneously in a moment of mutual embarrassment. Muelsyse is the first one to crack though, a soft snicker sneaking its way out of her. Oh, she tries to hide from you- but when her only bit of cover is trying to bury her face in the crook of your neck, well she can mewl her apologies all she likes…
At least until she grinds against something rising to press against her bottom.
“Doctor…” Muelsyse gasps, going rigid. There is a sudden headiness to her voice though; a mischievous smile twisted with a bit of a bawdy blush on her face when she confirms with you that it wasn’t a misinterpretation. You never get a chance to apologize for the indecency- Muelsyse’s hand has already reached beneath her skirt to stroke your bulge appreciatively. Like a sproutling after getting its first taste of rain, it grows mighty- engorges it to a throbbingly painful degree…
“Muel…syes?”
“Call me Mumu again- please?” She whispers.
Her innocent request is paired with her dulcet tone, a simple spell to pull you in closer… and one that is contradictory with how her hand affectionately strokes your outline through your pants.
“Mumu… are you…”
“I’ve never been more sure.” Muelsyse’ response is instant and resolute, but infinitely reassuring as she presses her forehead against yours.
“You’re the one who kept welcoming me every time we passed by, you’re the one who held me when I felt like… I was alone in the world, you’re the one who’s saved me time and time again… in more ways than you know. Why would I… ever let go of you now?”
Muelsyse’ breath is warm on your face, a reflection of the longing, but it's still sweet, still delicately insecure and awaiting your reaction. Instinct has you nudge your face that little bit more, lips grazing hers, breath held for that instant that she completes the formula.
A kiss that settles her unease, one that leaves her biting her lip in anticipation rather than anxiety-
-as her graceful fingers unzip your pants. Any doubt in what you two are… or what you are going to become is gone in a moment of liberating passion. Lips crash in a growing desire for one another’s adoration, your own fingers flowing through Muelsyse’s silky hair as you encourage her to express herself more- which she does by tracing your engorged outline, feeling the girth that pulses against the palm of her hand.
“-Mmph… pwah!- Doctor…” Muelsyse whines softly, still catching her breath from the last tangle of your tongues together. The way her sunny eyes plead, it’s clear that she doesn’t want to be the only one exploring right now, though you need not make as bold a statement as she. You let your precious Muelsyse experiment to her heart’s desire, reassuring her through nibbles of her soft, moist lips and caresses of her hips that you are more than ready for her.
When your lips drift to her cheek, she giggles softly; when you kiss her beauty mark, she pouts quietly; when you nibble her jawline she mewls, yearning.
When you lift her in your lap to plant wet, sloppy kisses on her neck, she gasps… her hand deftly pulling your staff from the dark.
“Find something you like, Mumu?” A cheeky kiss to go with the friskiness, a test of her resolve.
“Y-Yes, Doctor.” Muelsyse gasps, her fingers stroking up and down your length, “It’s… bigger than in the changing room-”
Once more, Muelsyse seems to be attuned to you, the thrill of her touch paralyzing your undue apology. Her skin is impossibly soft, and you swear she leaves a warm, moist trail as her fingertips move… but that could easily be all of your excitement that leaks out.
Her legs are silky to the touch as you slip one hand under her skirt and trace the outline of her suppleness. Forward to back, slowly working your palms higher and higher as she works to polish your staff, right up until you feel the warmth radiating above. Half-way up her thigh is when the humidity hits. Your approach is cautious, ever-ready for Muelsyse to pull back or voice her objection, up until a single finger touches fabric.
Muelsyse tries to hide her gasp, but she can’t disguise the needy little whimper that squeaks from her instead. Encouraged by her sudden honesty, you throw caution to the wind and trace the sensual lines where sheer fabric meets skin, delighting in how much more enthused her own tender touch becomes. As you analyze the texture of the material beneath, you can paint a beautiful picture in your mind. Soft material with a lacey print to the wings that hug her hips… flowers or leaves perhaps? A cute and innocent ribbon crowning the top band, right above a soft slope down to her heat, to her dampness. Your Mumu gasps when your fingertip brushes over the hottest part of her, easily finding the soft, subtle valley between two malleable mounds.
“I-It’s okay… you can… um… -Hnnn-” Muelsyse whimpers as her own bashfulness takes hold, unable to say exactly what she wants you to do, but again, your kindred bond with the playful beauty gives intrinsic meaning. Gently, teasingly, you give the damp crotch of her panties a tug, feeling how she wiggles and fidgets in embarrassment. She is so mortified, so spellbound that she’s paused her pleasurable pumping to simply stare down at the small gap between your bodies, waiting for your touch.
“A-Ah!”
Her gasp is half surprise, half sweet relief, but yours is far more heated; far more instinctive. When your fingertip caresses her sweet bud, she’s flush with excitement, practically dripping with honey, and as soon as you peel her sticky petals apart, the wellspring opens up. You can feel her honey pooling against the pad of your finger, an experiment that has her fidgeting and whining once more as the embarrassment takes hold.
“Mumu… are you sure you want this?”
“Yes!” She blurts, startling you at the force of her normally gentle voice. “It’s you! I’ve wanted you!”
Her bottom lip quivers, soft features slightly scrunched as she chokes back an ashamed sob.
“So please… become one with me?”
It’s a soft, delicate request. One which you can only answer with your lips taking hers with as much love and affection as you can. Muelsyse weeps her joy, her lips growing more and more intense as her gasps between breaths grow more heated.
She pauses at the crescendo of craving, beaming a smile down upon you. Blushing from cheek-to-beauty-marked-cheek, Muelsyse lowers herself back onto your lap again- the key difference being your staff disappearing under the rumpled bunch of her hiked-up skirt. She reaches beneath herself one last time, pulling something aside.
You both suck in a sharp, excited breath when that first intimate contact is made. Her arousal radiates on your tip, and when your rigid passion parts her petals and presses into her womanhood, she seizes up, paralyzed. It’s only for a brief instant, barely enough time to bat an eyelash at, but it’s noticeable. Whimpers are cut off by your lips loving her to the best you can as her walls tighten to strangling pressures. It’s clear you’re piercing through her flesh, yet she still glides herself down into your lap. Her hands tug feebly at your coat, begging for some sort of placation when her words fail her.
Rubbing her back doesn’t do much of anything, so obviously a kiss brings her back to you.
“W-W-We’re… connected?” Muelsyse sounds adrift, dazed, dreaming as her pained wince slowly fades and the reality sets in.
You are, indeed, connected in a way that only lovers can. You; wrapped in her warmth, coiled in her most raw affection. She; filled up by your love, the physical manifestation of your love for her reaching into her womanhood…
And though she bleeds from you being her first, she lets out a relaxed sigh. Arms wrapped tight around you, she rests her head on your shoulder.
“We’re… connected.” She softly giggles, nuzzling her nose against your neck.
“Are you alright, Mumu?”
“More than alright!” Muelsyse gushes in more than one way as she wiggles her hips slightly, trying to get more of you inside. “I’ve… um… I’ve dreamt about this moment.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“... a bit dirty, aren’t you?”
“D-Doctor!” Muelsyse pouts, suddenly pinching your cheeks. Nose to nose with you, she yanks them before pressing in to force a duck face on you.
“I’m being honest. I’ve dreamt of you… -Hnn- ” Her face contorts as she fights back the embarrassment of her coming words; a moment of seriousness amidst the levity.
“When I dream about you… I don’t feel as lonely. I think… I think I l-love you!”
She belts out the admission as if it were some surreal thing, and with her squishing your face in like this it certainly seems like it, but you can see it in her blush, the twinkle at the edges of her eyes; that despite all the jokes, all the pranks, all the silliness, and the fact that she’s literally on your lap with you hilted to the depths of her, she’s awake, and this is all real.
So you answer her confession with a kiss that steals her breath paired with an embrace that makes her melt in your arms-
And you’re more than a hundred percent sure that the Muelsyse in your arms isn’t one of her clones.
Her hips are the ones that move first. Hidden beneath her skirt, you can only hear how she starts to stir her wellspring with you- and then you most certainly feel it. Like hundreds of little tongues pressing in from all sides, each one slathering every millimeter of your sensitive skin with Mumu’s special brand of moisturizer. Heavenly could be a way to describe it… but when she starts rocking in your lap with a greater need for you, it goes from heavenly to sinful right-quick.
Mumu mewls into your mouth as she slowly opens herself with your staff. What had been jerky, unsure rolls of the hips grow more ardent. Muelsyse moves more of you through her, working her flesh to accept your girth more readily, rising and falling, till she is bouncing on your lap. Her tongue begs for yours, her lips suckling and nibbling whatever of you she can dine on, drinking in your heated breaths from each time you feel her tight, wet grip cling to your tip before being rushed through her syrupy folds to the end of her womanhood.
The two of you meld together in a moment of raw, unabashed passion, right there on your office floor. Hands gripping, groping, grabbing whatever they can in an effort to claim every inch of the other. In a frenzy of primal urges, mustering the capacity to work Mumu’s clothes off is just too much, but what you do explore, she certainly appreciates.
Hums of approval when you stroke the sides of her lithe waist, hands coming to rest on flaring hips to help keep the rhythm of your dance.
Flustered whimpers when you grab her chest, the undeserved discredit she gives herself over her size only encourages you to give them as much of your attention as you can.
“You’re beautiful, Mumu.” You breathlessly banish her self-conscious thoughts before plucking your lips off of her collar. When her hips stutter, you make up for it with your own, denying her any way of refuting your claims as she only gasps.
Even through her top you can feel the perkiness, and Gods above, you can’t wait for the moment you see your cute Mumu in that sports bra again- if only to yank it off of her. She leans back in as you knead, dangling from your neck, riding along with how your hips glide her on the rail of your passion for her.
Hair spilling down, giddy smile on her blushing face, Mumu moans out, “-Ahn! Nnnhh… Ahn! Mmmn ah!- Doctor~ ”
The sort of teasing neediness that you’d hear time and time again when Muelsyse wants to get her way, except this time she makes no sly request of you. This time, she has exactly what she wants- what she needs.
You pull her back in, arms wrapped tight around her back as you mumble her name over and over into the crook of her neck, desire building a deep and urgent pressure.
“P-Please…” She pleads tenderly in your ear, arms coiled around you, fingers running through your hair. “Don’t let me go… please?”
Her voice is weak, breathless, the most vulnerable she could be, and it tugs at your heart. A spell-like desire to meld with her, be one with her, overcomes your more logical senses. Your hips rock together at a frenetic pace, Muelsyse riding your lap like a boat on the tide… and there is certainly a tide coming. Each one of your waves that crashes against her harbor is harder than the last, deeper than the last, and they make the thin woman in your arms tremble.
You answer her undeserved doubt with your lips claiming hers over and over again. Hotter than before, names humidly mumbled between soft declarations of love and frantic need, your embrace only grows more intense to match how her flesh clings to yours. All she can do is hold on, whimpering and moaning, as more and more of her comes undone. Even as she leaks and smears her ever-anointing aqueous into you, her folds constrict and writhe with the mounting tension. The tidal wave from below is approaching, and Muelsyse is already on the brink, standing right there on the breakwater waiting to be taken out to sea.
You hold her tight, never intending to let go as she grinds herself down on your lap, set perfectly.
The moment you flow into her, she is set to scream, however nothing but a deep and guttural moan rolls from her. She spasms, legs cinched around your waist like she’s trying to reel herself in closer, seal up any gaps that might have cropped up between the two of you as your warmth fills her vessel.
Her crash is electrifying, muscles seizing and contracting with each new burst of excitement through her nerves. Her body thrashes against yours, nails digging painfully through your clothes, deceptively strong arms threatening to squeeze the air from you, but you do as you promised her- you don’t let her go. Not even when she goes slack in your arms, shivering and spent. Not even when you have finished filling her with your own element, desire sated. Not even when she weakly nibbles the sweaty skin of your neck, mumbling incoherent words against you.
Only when she wordlessly tells you that she’s okay do you unwind from one another. The first thing Muelsyse does is lean back, heaving humid breaths with a wide smile on her face. Flushed red from eartip-to-pointed-eartip, she runs fingers through sweaty bangs, she giggles in that cheerful, precious way.
“That was… h-how do I even…” She seems to not believe what just happened, glancing down to where her hiked hem hides your bond, but there’s still plenty of evidence. Little damp stains the edge of her skirt as she lifts it to show you are still rooted inside of her. She gasps sharply at the crudely arousing sight, sending a single tempting pulse against your softening staff.
“Mumu?”
Your words don’t break her trance, but does get her attention. Her ears twitch slightly before she looks you in the eye; the elation, that bliss-filled haze still swirls there, but when they widen, the gold of her irises glitters with unbound joy.
“... that was my first time and… gosh…”
The scientist part of Muelsyse takes over momentarily as she reaches down to see the evidence for herself. It had mixed, the remnants of her maidenhood washed away in the flow of her excitement, painted over by a creamy white that she had frothed… but there’s still something there. You wordlessly watch as she takes samples with her fingertips, rubbing them together, analyzing just what had occurred within her.
And when reality sets in, she grows all the more sheepish.
“I-If we… If I… um…” Muelsyse bites her bottom lip to keep herself from spilling any more thoughts onto the floor.
So you scoop her into your arms again, feeling as her tension melts away with a gentle sigh. You’ve been through enough together to know her, to give her the reassurance she needs without so much as a word, and you can feel her appreciation in the warmth of her embrace.
“...thanks.” Muelsyse mumbles, her lips timidly brushing the crook of your neck.
“For what?”
Your answer flusters her, makes her grumble her frustration at being teased, but you can definitely feel how her face is burning bright against your skin when she hides her face against you.
“Don’t make me say it…”
“I’m not making you say anything Mumu.”
“Mou…”
Even if you can’t see her, you know she’s smiling. She draws on your back with her fingertips; lazy circles, hearts, scribbles, little things as she works up the courage to face you. Leaning back, she places a firm hand over your chest, right on top of your heart as she brushes her other over her breast. Throat cleared, deep breath taken, she’s deadly serious as she looks you in the eye.
“I love you.” She declares again, though this time the lust and desire have been curbed. Honest, from the heart, spoken after long nights of deliberation of thinking and dreading and imagining and wishing-
Confidence in her decision. There is no timid Muelsyse this time, no beating around the bush, no hiding behind playful teasing and pranks, the woman you love biting back her urge to ask:
“Do you love me, too?”
She’s ready to face your answer, regardless of what it is.
But really, after everything, how else are you going to answer her?
When your words leave your lips, you can see the range of emotions Muelsyse goes through in the blink of an eye.
Anxiety.
Disbelief.
Hope.
Excitement.
Joy.
Love.
Even though she’s sitting in your lap, and even though she’s as light as a feather, the force of her happiness slams into you, tackles you back down to the ground. Above you, framed by the curtain of her cream-colored hair, Muelsyse smiles the widest she ever has.
“Really?” She can’t help but nervously ask.
“Really.”
Wet droplets splash on your cheeks, her tears of joy hidden from the rest of the world.
Yours. Yours alone.
After so much loneliness, the dewdrop and leaf meld together. She’s found her answer, her other half, and what wondrous things you will accomplish together in time…
And time certainly slows to a crawl when you’re with Muelsyse. Little minty kisses swirl into smooches. Breaths mix, catalyzing, reacting with that expected heat until you are both a tangle of passions once again. It’s only when Muelsyse sits up atop you, tall like a tree, brushing her hair back and gasping for breath, that there’s a momentary reprieve.
Momentary. Her eyes widen when she sits back on something. There’s no real surprise to what it is, but she still looks back at it, gasping slightly at the confirmation of your love for her.
“Oh you…” She purrs, leaning in to kiss you, smiling warmly all the while.
“Can’t help it.” You shrug, your hands that absentmindedly stroke her thighs unconsciously drifting under her skirt. “I have such a beautiful woman saying she loves me-”
The compliment only makes Muelsyse more feisty, and on her next kiss she nibbles your bottom lip, plucks at it as she reaches back to stroke your stained staff. She squeezes it, an inefficient and amateurish way to test your girth’s density, but certainly pleasing… for the both of you.
When she finally lets your breath air again, she sits up, grinning wickedly like she’s just come up with something devious. The kind of smile you knew from her more… mischievous pranks, but it’s tainted with the lurid humidity that clings to her expressions.
“I… have an idea, Doctor. If you’re willing-”
“Anything, Mumu.”
She pulls a vial of brilliant blue liquid from her lab coat, and you know instantly what that they are used for… and certainly have a hypothesis of just what your playful elf is up to. She uncaps it, letting the water spill onto the floor beside you. Now, normally when someone pours something so blatantly on the floor, it’s an affront- but this is Mumu, and in particular it’s a blushing Mumu who’s got a naughty twinkle in her eyes.
Another fair-skinned, lithe beauty takes shape before your eyes, and though normally it’s difficult to tell Muelsyse from her mirages, right now it’s quite apparent given the real Mumu’s current… state when she stands up. The clone winks at you, giving a bashful little wave as it steps in front of Muelsyse.
All before it gets down on all fours, head planted right before your stained crotch.
“Mumu?”
“Just let me clean you, darling!” The mirage says happily as it eagerly grabs your sticky staff. You glance over at the real Muelsyse as she plucks another vial from her coat, flashing you a cheeky little smile on her face as she pours it out. A little wink is all you get before you involuntarily gasp at the sensation that engulfs your crotch, attention now torn down to what’s happening between your legs.
The mirage has wrapped its mouth around your girth, engulfing you in the strange sensation of your single part being submerged in a cool, soothing, moisturizing bath while the rest of you is just sitting upright on your office floor. You instinctively reach out for the thing bearing the same beautiful face as your lover, only to have the mirage frown and shake her… it’s… head. No touching, that is clear, though the water-mirage is certainly touching you. Clammy, moist hands gingerly hold your legs open without any actual muscle to it, false-fingers that are cool to the touch leave a damp trail across your skin as it effortlessly takes you all the way into its mouth, into its throat. When it travels back up your length, you can feel the suction through false, surface-tensioned lips. Though it doesn’t need to breathe, it still pops you from between those convincingly plump lips, still sucks in a sharp “breath” before grabbing you by your now rigid base. It places an innocent kiss on your tip, all cleaned up in a single stroke… but it doesn’t seem ready to call the job complete. It takes you into its mouth again, humming playful little notes as it engulfs you inch-by-savory-inch, all before it tries to get your attention to drift elsewhere.
Elsewhere being where your beloved, mischievous minx of a lover stands; just above where a clone of her “sucks” you off… as another mirage of hers slowly strips her for you. Yes, your sweet Muelsyse wiggles and giggles in a playful bashfulness as the reflection of herself slowly unzips the hem of her skirt… with both of their topaz irises watch your every twitch, every shift of expression as you see-saw back and forth between surprise and pleasure. Oh and you can bet Muelsyse wants to make a show of it, too. She reaches up over her head, sashaying her hips like a Sargonian street dancer would as the skirt comes loose to reveal her disheveled white panties. Lacey -if not a bit stained stained- but cute in a way that perfectly fits a personality like your Mumu… but it’s the combination of sweetly demure image with the raw carnality of her hip movements that leaves you groaning for more. Leering, hungry for more as her reflection’s hands slip under the loose hem of her now-freed top and slowly reveal more and more of your sweet Mumu.
Yes, the clones must be just like Mumu, because does it ever tease you. It’s crouched down beside the real Muelsyse’s midriff now, cheek placed against the bowing of her graceful waistline as it teases Muelsyse’s shirt right to the brim of her breasts. Eyes narrow gleefully, like it seems to be asking “You wish you were here, huh?”
Yep, must be, it even gives an impish wiggle of the eyebrows.
You try to hold your breath for the grand reveal, but the sensation of a slippery pressure against your staff jolts a breath from you. The mirage with its mouthful giggles, voice drifting and etheric just as the sudden thrill of a thousand tiny, sparkling bubbles swirl and coil around your submerged staff. It manages to pull a satisfied groan from your throat, and makes it quite clear to everyone in the room that you are rock-hard and ready once more.
And it nearly makes you miss the steamy spectacle of Mumu coming free of her top. Small, perky handfuls spring with an energetic bounce… only to be scooped up in nimble hands before you could ogle her further. The clone is a part of her, right? It knows that she’s embarrassed about the size of her chest compared to other operators…
But it also knows you don’t care about that. No, the mirage just wants to tease you like the one that is blowing bubbles on your cock.
Mumu’s not though. No, she’s delighting in not just your pleasure… but her own.
“It feels nice to get clean while being so dirty… doesn’t it, Doctor?” Muelsyse dreamily asks as her water-mirage caresses her nakedness. Where the twin’s hands pass, it leaves a trail of dampness on Muelsyse’ creamy skin , like she was just fresh out of the shower. The one on you though? It doesn’t clean the rest of you off, settling for “rehydrating” only a specific part of you- and it’s a task that it set about with particular vigor.
It must be an obscene show for Muelsyse- her aqueous twin putting on even more of a performance while the real one watches. Deep and noisy slurps as plump, moist lips kiss the base of your girth over and over again. It even gurgles slightly with the bubbles it jets against your sensitivity, and it’s enough to make both you and Mumu gasp-
Or was her gasp from when the mirage that’s wrapped around Mumu slips its fingers between her pussy lips? Yes, the duplicate that toys with her has that naughty look on its face as it winks at you, spreading Muelsyse for you to see. The dampness it leaves shimmering on those pink lips isn’t all from its magical nature- its fingers seem to expertly make Mumu’s pleasure flow free once more, almost like it knows her body intimately.
“N-No…” Muelsyse whines, grabbing hold of the doppelganger's wrist, though she doesn’t seem to be trying that hard to stop it from playing. She wriggles and fidgets, letting the thing pull a soft-but-heated moan from the genuine Muelsyse before slipping even more of its digit into her. That provocation makes Mume suddenly sober, eyes snapping wide-open as she really grabs the water to start shaping it again.
“N-No! Don’t clean there! The Doctor’s seed is still… -Hnnn…-” Muelsyse throws her hand out as she squeaks her protest, cutting through her clone like it is… well… water. A sudden splash as it reverts back to a pool of liquid, punishment for displeasing its mistress, but by then it’s too late. Muelsyse is left standing there, knees trembling against one another, short-winded, and blushing profusely when being caught red-handed with her candid desires…
All before she owns up to it. Even though her face is still a rosey-red, she seems to fight the urge to cover herself. She puts on her best seductive smile, drawing her hands over her curves, delighting in how it draws your eyes, and seeing your natural response makes her confidence grow.
“Doctor.” She purrs, giving a sultry sway as she shifts her weight, putting a healthy jiggle to all the right places. Muelsyse beckons you to follow her with a single curled finger as she glides back towards your couch, luring you away from the mess of her Arts that is slowly reforming.
“Go on, darling.”
“Yeah, honey… she’s waiting for you.”
“-Mmm- We’re waiting for you…”
The voices, all Muelsyse, all like-minded, all waiting for you to step out of the rest of your clothes and lay yourself down between Muelsyse’s waiting thighs. Your lover welcomes you with open arms and a soft giggle as you find your perfect place. Sliding effortlessly into her sticky folds, falling into her embrace, feeling her legs around your waist and arms around your back… it is all so right. The pleasure is not from the sensation of fucking so much as it is… her.
Muelsyse. Your kindred spirit. Your… dare you say it-
“I love you…!” Muelsyse reaffirms through gasped breaths. Repeated each time you complete one another, slowly contorted into moans of raw desire as the momentum mounts. Her flesh coils and twists, slathers and sucks, demands you to make her yours and only yours in the most raw and primordial way possible. Your desire for her is beyond instinctual need now, it’s a craving at a spiritual level as you nearly fold her slender frame onto herself, pressing her deeper and deeper into the cushions as you mount more atop her. Every move of your hips is you drilling down, tapping her wellspring of life, fueled by her cries of joy and sobs of unchecked yearning and lust.
And you feel a cool hand stroke your cheek, wet lips nibble your earlobe, a whisper lighter than a breeze-
“Just like that…”
“Make her- make me yours forever!”
“… faster… yes! Yes like that!”
“Look her in the eyes… Look how she wants you.”
“Deeper… -Nnn…- Deeper…!”
“Yes! Mate her!”
More of Mumu’s voices swirl around your head. Some lusting, some innocent, some encouraging, some filthy…
Mirages or not, they are still hers.
Her thoughts, her desires, her dreams all as much a part of you now as you are hers.
“I’ll… I’ll never leave you… behind… Doctor…” Muelsyse breathlessly whimpers between wracks of pleasure. Soft, vulnerable, fragile even as you mercilessly fuck her into your couch hard enough the frame groans.
“I’d never… leave you so… alone…!”
Faster now, Mumu holding on for dear life, clinging to your body to prove that her words aren’t vapid air. She can barely get any more words in between the primitive grunts of pleasure from your tip digging into her womb over-and-over again.
“Please…” She sobs against your chest.
“Please…”
“Please hold me… like I’m the most precious thing in the world…”
Her voice is faint, fragile, silenced the moment you paint her depths once again. Dug deep into her fertility, you scatter seeds recklessly, generously, letting them flow with each intimate rocking of your bodies together until there are none left in you. Muelsyse coos as her hold on you relaxes, your warmth a salve that seems to cure her fears. Your body shelters her, and with each of your spent trembles and shudders, Muelsyse places a loving kiss on you. From your chest, to your collarbone, to your jawline, she guides you until you’re face-to-face.
A gentle hand loosens the forceful grip you have on the couch, lacing delicate fingers with yours.
Sweaty, sticky, exposed, she doesn’t care.
Golden eyes glowing with adoration and love.
A smile to melt the heart.
Voice as sweet as the day you first met her.
“... and don’t ever let me go… ‘kay?”