It's the first day of Junior year and Idaia's feeling pretty good. She likes her classes so far, it's a beautiful day, and she just has an indescribable positive feeling. Her last class of the day has just let out and she has an entirely tolerable amount of homework.
Her phone rings.
"Hello?"
It's pretty, of course. He spends more than his pay on it and only sleeps here once a week or so. But it does have a bed.
That is the primary feature that it needs here, of course. She buries her other hand in his hair as well and moans and tries to figure out how to get undressed without letting go of each other.
Pill, taken orally once a day, it also makes menstruation less of a bitch so I'm already on it.
I missed you too but I can't even imagine how long it was for you.
I hate that it hurt you but I don't know if I could cope with you forgetting me.
I don't blame you, it's not like you had any way of knowing I was ever going to be around to care again.
I know, I know, it's okay, you were hurting, it didn't work, I'm right here, I love you.
Think I've worked out a plan to get out of this clothing, put us down on the bed?
He does. Plan? Is it particularly complicated, mortals in this society don't even wear much...
Well, no, dearheart, but since all of the fabric that I am wearing is made of fully corporeal matter, I can't just take it off through your arms, and I don't think you want to stop holding onto me.
Yes, but I like this skirt, so you should put us down on the bed so you're only holding onto my upper torso and I can wriggle out of the skirt and chuck it to safety.
Oh, good, then there is no non-expendable fabric on her body any more.
This is remarkably appealing. Maybe she should go through some thrift stores for old t-shirts and stuff just for recreational purposes. Later. Very later. Right now he is still wearing fabric and this is a problem that requires solving immediately. Also, her hair is still braided, one of them should fix that.
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