Featherlight. What a name. What an awful, perfect name.
Since the sun had set, five hours had passed. Mavis was beyond exhausted, her wetness dripping onto the towel she'd laid onto the window ledge where she sat, trying hopelessly to lose herself in the warmth of the comfort blanket wrapped around her. To no avail. More hours remained before this would end, but she couldn't have said how many. Beneath the thick blanket, her hands pried and caressed at the soaked metal between her legs.
It had done so many different things to her, toying cruelly with her tiny body, and... And now... The last peak had been hard, but this was becoming quite indescribable. Her toes curled again, her legs bouncing and writhing as she took a shuddering breath.
It was just, ever so gently, touching at her. Prodding and rubbing at various parts of her twitching passage. It had been doing it for the last two hours, and... Oh, it was unbearable. It was unbearable! She pushed her forehead into her knees, shivering as it suddenly drilled her again with the gently rotating bristles, trying desperately not to let her frustrated writhing waste too much of her stamina. She needed all her strength, now, just to withstand the continuing assault that attempt after attempt had proven to her that she could do nothing to prevent.
How had it ended up like this? How could she have let herself be reduced to this? A helpless captive in her own home, unable to move, to
think
...
She shut her eyes tight, knowing the answer.
She had done this to herself.
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"You'll look after yourself, won't you?" Mavis whimpered.
The setting sun's light behind the angel might have given her a second halo as she turned around, chuckling. "Mavis," Rose said softly, beaming down at her. "My darling Mavis. This trip is very important to me, it's true. But you have my word I'll hurry back." She skipped forward, then, pulling the dark haired elf into a tight, warm cuddle. Despite herself, Mavis couldn't help but enjoy being swaddled in the warmth of the angel's regal coat -- her nose buried in her girlfriend's hair as she inhaled softly. Strawberries. Rose was still using the perfume she'd got her last year on special occasions.
"Besides," Rose added, gently pulling away. "What sort of monster would I be to miss our anniversary?"
"Oh..." Mavis said, mentally deriving the current date. "Y-Yeah!"
The angel tilted her head. "Did you forget?" She cooed, shaking her head as she turned back to the waiting taxi. "Oh, Mavis." She sighed, opening the door. "I expect a gift, you know?"
"I didn't forget!" Mavis said quickly, folding her arms to try and brace herself against the cold. "A-And what about you, anyway? Are you bringing me something back from, um... up there?"
The angel blushed. "Of course." She said, quickly. "If we are still together in a few years... I might be able to take you up there, you know. There's some wonderful shops. Beautiful views... It's even still quite warm this time of year..."
Mavis smiled slyly. "I thought you s-said the ol' church would only let their own folk-"
"Oh," The angel said quickly. "Mavis, your teeth are chattering. Go on inside, won't you? I think soon it'll start snowing."
Mavis nodded. "Okay," She said softly. Then, "Goodbye, Rose. See you on Sunday."
The angel smiled at her, pulling the taxi door closed and opening the window. "Bye bye, Mavis. Keep the house clean this time, okay? And don't go in my room."
Mavis nodded again as the angel rolled up the window, blowing her a kiss. Clad only in a black hoodie and a short skirt -- hardly appropriate winter wear -- the elf found herself more or less alone, standing at the top of her long, lonely driveway.
Slowly, she scratched her head. And sighed. She turned to the manor behind her, admiring how the sun lit up the matte, green paint her and the angel had spent a weekend applying. Rose had been right. It did look better.
"Just you and me, huh?" She said to her front door, opening and shutting it behind her. "Like old times."
She sighed. Old times? Her and Rose had been together for nearly two years, and she'd been living with Rose for almost half that time. She'd lived alone here for decades before that.
How did it feel so lonely, now?
Of course, Mavis was proud of her home. She'd worked hard for it -- any employee of the Mavis Beckwater Lock Company would tell you that. But the place certainly looked different to the complete mess it had been before the angel had moved in with her.
One part that hadn't changed, of course, was her workshop on the first floor.
She stepped into the room, seating herself at the counter furthest from the door. She glanced back towards the window, catching the Taxi on its way out of her gates and watching as they shut behind it on their own. Solemnly, she glanced back over her workspace -- and the bins full of locks and keys, boxes of hooks and tools and picks. Racks of calibrated machines and optics.
Some time to kill, or so it would seem. She grabbed one of the meatier locks from the box next to her, plucking an appropriately sized tensioning bar off the table and gripping it, jammed into the lock, in her fist. Out of the drawer in front of her came a fairly standard hook -- she didn't see the need for anything more interesting -- and quickly, she got her first click. It took a moment to get her second, but after that -- a few more pops, and in her fist, the tensioning bar rotated, her hand closing as the bolt popped out underneath.
She set it down on the table, giving it a disapproving glare. "You gave me more trouble before," She accused it. "Let's... Oh, of course!"
She plucked a circular lock from a plastic box, then, excitedly turning it around in her hands. She leaned down to look through its keyhole, her round spectacles magnifying her one unclosed eye as the lock pushed them closer to her face. Quickly, her free hand found a disk detainer pick. This one was a little too large, but she didn't know where the good one had gone.
About 10 seconds later, the lock was open. She leered down at it, setting the detainer pick on the table. Then she sighed.
There was something... Increasingly bothering her, about her relationship with Rose. Perhaps it was the fact that the angel never discussed her job, apart from that she was in training for something. Perhaps it was the fact that her religion, though important enough to her to prevent her from letting Mavis enjoy her body the way she enjoyed Mavis's, was something she almost always steered conversations away from -- that was, when she didn't outright refuse to talk about it. In that infuriatingly playful way, she'd bat away all attempts at discussion, and if you pushed past that... Well, you'd just get her in a huff, and that would be it for a while. Nothing Mavis had tried would work.
What was the big secret? It was... frustrating. She'd been with Rose for two years, and though the angel's tongue and her flexible fingers had always made the elf
incredibly
