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It's a little hard to sleep, even if you are tired.
The day is long and you've been working a lot. So, you're glad to finally have some rest when you're able to get back to your home and crawl in bed. It's late by the time you're able to get in bed, and you roll over onto your front. It's a warm night, temperate, so the blankets are only half-pulled-up on your body.
You're exhausted.
But it's taking some time to calm yourself down, so you just lie there, hugging your pillow a little. You sigh, and cozy up some more. As heavy as your body feels, as tired... no, you can feel yourself relaxing, bit by bit. The room is dark, and serene. Nobeing is fighting outside, thankfully. There's a bit of light from the stars, and no moon, but that's really no matter. Moony'll show up when she wants to.
It's nice. It's really nice.
You shut your eyes, and feel yourself get just a little dizzy. You are sleepy.
Already, your body feels lighter.
You are still aware of your surroundings, when you hear the rustle of.. something.. in your home. But by now, you recognize that mischievous noise. The soft knock on your door, three times.
"Come in." You mumble, drowsily. The door opens, and it's exactly whom you expect, peeping in with an adorably curious look.
"May I enter?"
"Mmmhmm.."
ENA floats inside after a few moments, the door shutting softly behind her with a creak. She looks about your room for a few moments, closing the windows, poking about your nightstand, tapping your bed. And then, she floats up a little higher, and then before you know it, she's sidled right up to you, wiggling happily.
You can't help a warm chuckle, and snuggle against her. She's so warm, and her body, although half-geometric, is comfortable.
It's even nicer not to be sleeping alone. Better, since it's ENA, and you feel you can trust her. Sometimes she's excellent at all sorts of mischiefs, but today, she just seems to be awfully cuddly, rolling on her side to lay her arm and leg on your body. Warm, a little heavy. Definitely gentle, the way she hugs your front with her arms, rolling further so she can be on your back.
Her hands are warm, too.
They move over your belly, and along the sides of your hips, and then back up again. Over your clothes. And ENA presses her face to the back of your neck, to the skin beyond your hair, and you feel her nuzzle lightly with a soft hum.
Oh, you're unsure how her mouth moves, exactly, but she gives you a little kiss. The sound is distinct and telling.
You can't help but let out a little noise when her hands wander, and you shift a little bit. Sleepy, and tired from the day's weight... but you think you have the energy for a little something more, pushing your hips up a little bit and lifting your body to rest on your shoulders and knees, offering ENA a couple of gaps that she could well make use of, if she wanted to. She's clingy, too, she wants you. You nod as her hands squeeze lightly at your flesh. "Go ahead," you mumble, yawning. "It's okay.."
"Are you giving me your hard-earned consent?"
You chuckle, and nod, and murmur an affirmative, yes, that you're into this. And ENA's hands slide higher, to your breasts, and she squeezes lightly. You can't stop a low, breathy moan when her thumb, Meanie's thumb, strokes over one of your nipples.
"Didn't know you'd be so sensitive.."
Too relaxed to do much else than whimper and let out a soft laugh, you make that noise again when both her hands cup your breasts. Stars, she's so warm, pressed up against your back. Her pelvic piece is against your butt, her front to your back, and her arms and legs, caging you in, bracketing your body neatly. Surrounding you, as if you belong only to her. Maybe, in this moment, you do.
Meanie growls softly, possessive in the way she grips you, trailing her palms down your chest, and your belly, and one of them lingers at your navel while the other travels higher again. And she keeps a light grip on one of your breasts, as her hand moves lower, meeting your waistband with confusion.
"Off, now!" She grumbles impatiently, and stills, and it takes a moment for you to realize she's waiting for you to pull them down, loosen the ties there. You're more awake now, but still a bit tired, as you wrestle a hand under yourself to do the deed, and let her in. A low gasp leaves you when her hand pushes down, beneath your underwear with enthusiasm.
She plays with you just a little. And you're already wet, just thinking of it, just feeling the way she works you up. Crystalline fingers touch carefully, and then pull back, and she reaches up to poke your lips. You open up for her obediently, and suck, coating her fingers, and she only nuzzles further against your neck before bringing them back under you. The slick surface grazes your thigh and makes you tense up just a little, but you find yourself relaxing a lot faster when she gently, softly, runs one finger through your folds. All you can do is moan an affirmative, and she lightly pushes, just enough pressure to feel good without hurting.
"Very good," Salesperson praises eagerly, pumping her fingers in, and out. The pressure on your clit is good. Too good, almost. It takes you up close to your high fast, pleasure rising between your legs and settling warmly in your lower belly. Touching yourself is always different, it's so much more arousing when ENA's the one doing this.
ENA hums and kisses the back of your neck, and you cant your hips a little more, trying to get more of her touch, more of everything.
It's not all that surprising when you come, but it is sudden, and you let out a whimper as the pleasure breaks, pulsing from your clit to your core, coming in waves. ENA is still on you and she mumbles something into your skin, pushing her fingers further, stretching you at your orgasm's swell, drawing out your pleasure just a little longer, until you slump into your pillow and your sheets. Still breathing hard, you're tired.
You're exhausted, even.
ENA pulls up your pants and adjusts your underwear, and she snuggles against your body with a happy, content hum. She's warm and comfortable, a little heavy, and you don't mind. One of her hands finds yours, to hold, and you lace your fingers between her blue crystal ones.
It's strange, how content and relaxed you are now. Maybe ENA knew you had a long day, a hard day. Maybe she wanted to treat you, and help you sleep better. It's working. You feel soft and floaty, with a stupid half-grin on your face.
"Night, N." Meanie grumbles, settling at last, pressed tight to your body.
"G'night, too, ENA."