[ there's really no use denying it though; she was actually sleeping with a lewd novel left open above her head so madara would've caught on the fact that she's more than a little repressed. or just a plain pervert, who knows.
this dream feels way too real for it to be born from sleep paralysis though... maybe it's lucid? she's never experienced something like this before, and she lets out a surprised squeak at his hand crawling up her shirt. she can feel her arms and legs again, yet it's as if she's completely frozen on her own accord, breath hitching at these feather touches on her skin. for a demon he sure is strangely gentle. ]
I-I'm still not sure what's going on... Why me? And what exactly are you?
[ it's not as if she's against this because he does got a point about her pent-up emotions, but. she's more than lost here??? please, ]
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[ there's really no use denying it though; she was actually sleeping with a lewd novel left open above her head so madara would've caught on the fact that she's more than a little repressed. or just a plain pervert, who knows.
this dream feels way too real for it to be born from sleep paralysis though... maybe it's lucid? she's never experienced something like this before, and she lets out a surprised squeak at his hand crawling up her shirt. she can feel her arms and legs again, yet it's as if she's completely frozen on her own accord, breath hitching at these feather touches on her skin. for a demon he sure is strangely gentle. ]
I-I'm still not sure what's going on... Why me? And what exactly are you?
[ it's not as if she's against this because he does got a point about her pent-up emotions, but. she's more than lost here??? please, ]