Chapter 43 - 40: Good Little Fox
After giving Mira a warm bath and drying her off, Ellen tucked her into bed, pulling the blankets up snugly around her. Mira shifted closer, wrapping her small arms around Ellen's waist, her little horns just barely brushing against Ellen's chest as she nuzzled in. Ellen could feel the slow, steady rhythm of Mira's breathing as she lay nestled against her, her tiny body radiating warmth.
"Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?" Mira murmured sleepily, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ellen smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Of course, my little oni."
Mira let out a content hum, her grip loosening slightly as she relaxed. Ellen held her close, running a soothing hand up and down her back, feeling the rise and fall of her breaths grow slower and steadier. Within moments, Mira had fully drifted off, her soft snores the only sound in the room. Ellen lingered a little longer, watching over her with a fond expression before carefully slipping out of the bed and making sure she was comfortably settled.
She stepped out of the room, quietly closing the door behind her before making her way to the kitchen. Upon entering, her eyes immediately landed on the small pile of dishes in the sink. With a quiet sigh, she rolled up her sleeves and got to work, the sound of running water and the clinking of dishes filling the otherwise silent apartment.
As she focused on cleaning, her finely tuned senses picked up on something—or rather, someone. A presence creeping up behind her with deliberate, careful steps. If it were anyone else, they might not have noticed, but Ellen had been through too much to be easily caught off guard. The scent hit her next—intoxicating, deep, and undeniably Miyabi.
Amused, Ellen decided to play along, pretending not to notice as the fox approached. Miyabi, clearly thinking she was succeeding, finally closed the distance and wrapped her arms around Ellen's waist, pressing herself firmly against her back. Ellen inhaled sharply as she felt Miyabi's warm breath against the nape of her neck, each exhale sending shivers down her spine.
"You couldn't have waited a little longer, my love?" Ellen teased, keeping her tone light despite the effect Miyabi's closeness was having on her.
The response she got was a soft, needy whimper, followed by the sensation of Miyabi's hot tongue flicking against the back of her neck. Ellen stiffened slightly, her grip tightening on the dish she was holding before she forced herself to set it down with care. The warmth pressing into her back only grew hotter as Miyabi buried her face against her, purring softly.
"Please," Miyabi breathed, her voice barely holding together. "I can't handle it anymore."
Ellen smirked to herself. It seemed Miyabi's heat was getting the better of her again. And after all the teasing she had endured earlier, Ellen decided it was time for a little payback.