[ooc: I rolled three different options, pick one or roll yourself! → A - 4, 15 (Fluff, Engagement) B - 5, 18 (Gen, Boss) C - 6, 8 (Sex, Healing)]
A
As a child, she had often dreamed of this day and even then, even in her dreams, things had been simple. Cheria didn't want an expensive ring, she didn't need to be asked in front of the entire town. A great announcement to the world wasn't necessary.
Realistically, she shouldn't have expected anything so grand anyway, as a servant.
But now there was someone actually kneeling before her, slipping a ring onto her finger. A ring just for her. The blush reached the very tips of her ears and despite knowing the answer immediately, she couldn't say it right away: She gasped and stuttered and stared. And finally, Cheria smiled.
"Yes! Yes, of course!"
B
It was infuriating. No matter what she brought, it was always wrong. She had even started taking notes, despite such easy requests as "fetch me a coffee, quick!"
Alas, notes weren't helpful when your boss decided on a whim that today, he'd need an extra sugar. Or that he felt more like tea. She had swallowed down her frustration for a week and she had always apologized, tried again. Gotten it wrong again.
Cheria's eyebrow twitched as her boss opened his mouth. She was ready to dump the tray, hot coffee and all, into his lap and yell. But then ... he nodded. Thanked her.
"Ehh? Are you alright?"
C
Cheria lightly placed her hands on top of the wound on his shoulders. "You'll be fine. There." The soft shine of Sophie's powers made shadows play across his skin as the wound stitched itself back together. She pressed a kiss to the healed area and tightened her legs around his middle.
"Does it ... still hurt anywhere?" She exhaled sharply, fingers digging into the now fixed shoulder. He was going slow but deep and she had trouble focusing on his pain when he inflicted pleasure onto her.
The blanket, at least, was cool against her hot skin. Her free hand splayed on the silk before grabbing a fistful as he bottomed out. She squeezed her eyes shut, in tune with the rest of her body which tightened around him.
Cheria Barnes; Tales of Graces f; f/m for porn
A
As a child, she had often dreamed of this day and even then, even in her dreams, things had been simple. Cheria didn't want an expensive ring, she didn't need to be asked in front of the entire town. A great announcement to the world wasn't necessary.
Realistically, she shouldn't have expected anything so grand anyway, as a servant.
But now there was someone actually kneeling before her, slipping a ring onto her finger. A ring just for her. The blush reached the very tips of her ears and despite knowing the answer immediately, she couldn't say it right away: She gasped and stuttered and stared. And finally, Cheria smiled.
"Yes! Yes, of course!"
B
It was infuriating. No matter what she brought, it was always wrong. She had even started taking notes, despite such easy requests as "fetch me a coffee, quick!"
Alas, notes weren't helpful when your boss decided on a whim that today, he'd need an extra sugar. Or that he felt more like tea. She had swallowed down her frustration for a week and she had always apologized, tried again. Gotten it wrong again.
Cheria's eyebrow twitched as her boss opened his mouth. She was ready to dump the tray, hot coffee and all, into his lap and yell. But then ... he nodded. Thanked her.
"Ehh? Are you alright?"
C
Cheria lightly placed her hands on top of the wound on his shoulders. "You'll be fine. There." The soft shine of Sophie's powers made shadows play across his skin as the wound stitched itself back together. She pressed a kiss to the healed area and tightened her legs around his middle.
"Does it ... still hurt anywhere?" She exhaled sharply, fingers digging into the now fixed shoulder. He was going slow but deep and she had trouble focusing on his pain when he inflicted pleasure onto her.
The blanket, at least, was cool against her hot skin. Her free hand splayed on the silk before grabbing a fistful as he bottomed out. She squeezed her eyes shut, in tune with the rest of her body which tightened around him.