Sleep Mode.
Kate woke to the sound of movement. Griff was in her arm when she could have sworn he'd had his spine to her. And Mother? She'd been there too right?
Her face was still pressed against the sheets which were amazingly silky and soft, rich in how comfortable they were, and they were all a pale pink the entre Simmon's family would never use.
Huh?
Kate's head bobbed up. She wasn't holding Griff at all!
"Griff!" She squeaked, panicked.
May 5th 2513
Awake Mode
Recovery Mode – Recommended food list provided.
Warning! You are fatigued.
She jumped up to find she was absolutely not in her bed but a swimming pool that had been filled with sheeting and silk.
All of it a combination of pale pink that made Kate feel like she was inside a mouth.
Kate looked down to find a naked Sakura with wrapped in a sheet which hid nothing from Kate.
"You cold?" Sakura asked.
Kate blinked not sure if Sakura had just read her mind, or had been feeling her up tightly enough to notice her shiver.
Sakura tapped the side of her head. There was a hum and soon a heat wave swept over the room. The temperature balanced out just was quickly.
It was like someone had rested microwaved silk over the back of her neck and let gravity slide it down. Sakura was showing off and, to her credit, it was great.
Kate wasn't naked, but she wasn't wearing her clothes either. She remembered her clothes being drenched right through, not necessarily taking those clothes off and if she'd done it alone.
Alcohol had been involved. Yes. But she'd changed clothes. Yup that Kate remembered.
Kate looked up and saw her entire outfit, absolutely stainless and hung up on a wall like a display.
She looked back down to Sakura who likely had not so much as blinked as she stared. And Kate who would NOT acknowledge Sakura's longing gaze. Life had long proved that that look could mean so many things.
Then came that voice in her head, what's so wrong with being wanted? What's so wrong with playing where you're wanted? Said another.
Kate strangled the voices one by one, silencing the growing urge which morphed the voices to a feeling, just as loud.
Kate needed to assess.
She was in pink fluffy pyjamas, a fuzzy onesie that upon inspection had a full-on printed image of Sakura. Sakura's form faced away from the camera by her head was turned back to show her face, her smile the cutest thing Kate had ever seen. But the smile was little more than a coincidence. It was all to show off that smooth but firm back, thin arms not enough to hide side boob with the indent of the spine that led the eyes down which ended with an upside-down lightbulb, and all that roundness literally looked like her tailbone had had a great idea. There was also a flap, likely to allow a man to piss, but what man was supposed to wear it? She couldn't help but wonder if it wasn't a sex flap. The wondering part did not last.
It was impossible not to gawk or form an alternative justification. There'd been a time were the words said about Sakura's openness and ambition had been considered derisive, a fun way to slut shame. A time where it wasn't an unbiased fact. The time was long gone.
A playful sharp monster with an 'other' side that made Kate gulp just thinking about it.
"You likie?" Sakura asked.
"I," Kate hesitated, it was a lot. It was also 'A LOT'. "Yeah, it's hilarious. I actually think I love it." She poked a finger inside of the flap.
Sakura grinned and rolled onto her back and flailed with joy, like Kate's approval was something worth an actual cheer.
"It will be my new merch. Can I drone you with it on?"
"While in bed with you?"
"Why not?"