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Sabre Dance
Title: Sabre Dance
Fandom: The Velvet Key
Character(s): Nero, Saber
Pairing(s): Nero/Saber
Genre: Humor
Word Count: 185
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: Nero and Arturia look to see which Saber is best.
Notes: Oh, I heard we were de-anoning now?
"Oh, honestly." Nero huffs a little, put out by Arturia's request to leave. "If it were only a matter of looks, I could well conduct this over our devices and save the trouble of coming to your abode."
Arturia tilts her head a little. "You have already ruled out combat prowess. What else is there?" she asks.
A wicked gleam comes into Nero's eye. "Sensitivity."
"And what do you mean by thaaaaaah?!" The startled ending of that sentence is because Nero has grabbed her breasts through her dress and is rubbing them. And really, what are you meant to say to that?
"Oh... Yours are more sensitive than mine, if smaller." Nero sounds a bit put out. "I'm almost jealous."
"H-have we concluded this examination?" Arturia asks, not knowing why her cheeks are flushed.
Nero hasn't removed her hands. "Of course not. To be completely accurate in this assessment, we must do this without clothes in the way. And you should test mine, of course."
Arturia fears very few things, but she would readily admit that Nero's expression at that moment is one of them.
Fandom: The Velvet Key
Character(s): Nero, Saber
Pairing(s): Nero/Saber
Genre: Humor
Word Count: 185
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: Nero and Arturia look to see which Saber is best.
Notes: Oh, I heard we were de-anoning now?
"Oh, honestly." Nero huffs a little, put out by Arturia's request to leave. "If it were only a matter of looks, I could well conduct this over our devices and save the trouble of coming to your abode."
Arturia tilts her head a little. "You have already ruled out combat prowess. What else is there?" she asks.
A wicked gleam comes into Nero's eye. "Sensitivity."
"And what do you mean by thaaaaaah?!" The startled ending of that sentence is because Nero has grabbed her breasts through her dress and is rubbing them. And really, what are you meant to say to that?
"Oh... Yours are more sensitive than mine, if smaller." Nero sounds a bit put out. "I'm almost jealous."
"H-have we concluded this examination?" Arturia asks, not knowing why her cheeks are flushed.
Nero hasn't removed her hands. "Of course not. To be completely accurate in this assessment, we must do this without clothes in the way. And you should test mine, of course."
Arturia fears very few things, but she would readily admit that Nero's expression at that moment is one of them.