Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World-Chapter 472: Arc 6, - 88: Some Peace & Quiet

Hotaru stretched her toes and legs; a huff of breath escaped her lips as she peeled off her stockings one after the other and threw them aside. A silent house for a silent hour. She looked at the window into the night, and drew the curtains shut.

Jotou sat before the dresser, cleaning off leftover makeup with a damp cloth. Her reflection went murky all of a sudden. Two lamps on the walls glowed dimly in yellow, as the blonde saw Hotaru’s finger retract from the main light switch.

The redhead swayed lazily over to the chair and leaned down to place her chin on the blonde’s shoulder from behind.

Jotou hummed and gave a nuzzle to the side; the wolf-girl mimicked the motion.

Hotaru’s arms wrapped around the chair and the blonde’s arms, resting her crossed-wrists onto her chest. She kissed Jotou on the ear.

The blonde’s fingers inched up to caress the knuckles of her partner. Jotou’s head tilted bit by bit as the kisses went down her jawline.

Gladly accepting the invitation, Hotaru buried her face into the crook of her neck to lace her skin with kisses. Soft, warm, wet, sharp—Jotou’s body jerked as one lingering kiss became more of a nibbling bite that elicited a little purr from the victim.

Having savoured the taste of her flesh, the redhead’s eyes fluttered open, "We’re not going anywhere, are we housecat~?"

Jotou simply rubbed her neck where the bruise was forming and looked in the mirror.

"Oh nobody’s gonna see it," Hotaru hushed.

The blonde reached her hand up and scratched the back of her crimson ear as Hotaru rested her head on her partner’s shoulder. "Is there a massage place in Dolpool we can book? I could really go for a foot massage," Jotou flexed her feet.

"I’ll see what I can find. My shoulders are feeling worse these days."

Jotou poked her nose into her crimson strands and nudged her face up.

Hotaru gave her a glance and saw the blonde pat her lap. Her ears bristled; confused as to what her partner was insinuating, she took a cautious step and sat sideways on her lap. She adjusted her behind till she was comfortable and twisted by the waist to wrap her arms around the blonde’s shoulders.

Jotou pursed her lips; she grabbed the redhead by the shoulders and twisted her back to not face her.

"Oh-okay, what are you doing, oh- Oh..." Hotaru’s confusion was put to rest. Fingers kneaded into her shoulders in slow circles and the redhead melted.

With no real method beyond applying pressure, the blonde pressed and massaged along her shoulders, down her upper back and back up to her nape, and repeated from the start.

The wolf-girl’s ears twitched; her eyes were closed. She reached her hand back and gathered up her locks to bring them over her shoulder. "Thank you," she uttered; the crimson tail splayed-out across the blonde’s lap shuddered in delight.

’Cute.’ Jotou’s thumbs pressed into her shoulder blades. "I’m the one swinging a sword," she teased.

"Your body’s flexible; I’d know," she rolled her eyes. "Mngh!" she flinched, her ears and tail went stiff for a second.

A lingering jolt of electricity arced between the blonde’s fingers.

Hotaru glared to the side.

Jotou stuck her tongue out and gave a wink. "I can teach you how to fight some more. Maybe you can pick up a weapon. I’m sure some training’ll go a long way for flexibility; or maybe more importantly for a fight."

"I’m perfectly content being a healer," she sighed. "I can take care of myself; it’s all of you that give me the heart attack." She pinched the bridge of her nose, "Ugh... I’m gonna be twenty-three in a couple of months, and my body’s already doing this."

"Aches aren’t limited by age grandma."

Hotaru turned and repeatedly smacked Jotou on the head.

Jotou grabbed her wrist and wrestled it away.

The redhead’s fingers ruffled her blonde locks and messed up the loose braids.

Both of them pushed and slapped each other’s hands, till Jotou’s golden tresses tumbled down messily and Hotaru leaned her whole weight onto the blonde’s lap.

"Crk-tock!"

The chair leaned back and forth, thudding onto the front legs as Jotou tilted forward and grabbed the dresser past Hotaru. The mild panic made them cease their battle for a moment.

Jotou had hooked her arm around the wolf-girl’s waist by the time she let go of the dresser.

"Sorry..." Hotaru peered down at her own body. "I sometimes... Meko got lucky with her affinity," she lightly lamented.

Jotou’s brows knitted, "Now what’s got you thinking that." She leaned forward and embraced the redhead, placing her chin on her shoulder.

"Hmh."

"You’d rather be a pipsqueak with messed up growth hormones?"

A small chuckle followed, "No, maybe not that part."

"Then shush," Jotou’s hand grazed along Hotaru’s stomach and squished some flesh between her fingers. She twisted it playfully.

"Don’t do that," she voiced with annoyance, although her fangs glistened. "I finished all the chocolates; the ones Lady Pinberry gave us."

"Hardly a reason for me not to love you."

Hotaru’s cheeks flushed red. She met the gaze of her housecat, "Clever girl," she hushed and let herself get lost in her dimly lit eyes.

Those eyes sparked, shading her face and tousled hair in yellow-gold light.

Hotaru brought her lips to hers; her brilliant blue eyes flickered a sprinkling of blue rainwater, illuminating her face in similar colours.

Before their lips met or their eyes closed, the hues of their eyes crackled. The rings of yellow lightning in Jotou’s eyes buzzed and fizzled, turning into bright green sparks.

The blue rainwater that showered around Hotaru’s irises grew into murkier greens with the occasional turquoise splattering. Bubbles sizzled in her irises, replacing the water completely.

As they kissed, their eyes fluttered shut. The sparks of green lightning arced across both their lashes and bubbles of various greens drifted till their brows before popping.

They both felt the tickling of sparks and splashes on their eyelids as they both pulled away. Jotou knitted her brows and Hotaru’s ears flickered... Briefly, the colours of their lightning and water shifted back to normal before disappearing like usual.

"...What just happened?" the blonde uttered.

For a moment Hotaru tried to ponder. However, she shook her head and simply gave a shrug. Her hand crept onto the back of the blonde’s head and she locked lips with her again.

Jotou dug her fingers into the wolf-woman’s waist; her hand slithered up and cupped a handful of her breast.

The redhead mumbled against the tongue she danced with while Jotou toyed with her flesh.

Soon both hands had found themselves kneading Hotaru’s chest—clearly the fondest thing she wished to play with.

"So pent-up," Hotaru remarked with a lick of her fangs.

"Then take responsibility," her hands fondled and targeted her nipples.

If it were not for clothing, the redhead would be much more vocal by now. But the thought of it alone—the persistent pressure, Jotou’s scent, the need to be touched—the teasing made her breath ragged. "On the bed."

The redhead was quick on her feet, lest Jotou buck her off of her lap the instant she heard the instruction. The blonde twirled up and landed on the bed a few steps away; her head hit the pillows.

Hotaru tumbled onto the blonde’s figure and ravaged her lips with her own. With each bite from her fangs, Jotou gripped her hands tighter around the wolf-girl atop of her.

Her tail wagged as she began releasing herself from the binds of her top and bra. The teardrop-like breasts were freed and Hotaru guided Jotou’s hands to fondle them.

Requiring no further instruction, the blonde played and kneaded with the chest above her while Hotaru sighed and moaned. Her hardened nipples sent a jolt of pleasure each time a thumb brushed over them.

Jotou brought her lips close and bit around the soft flesh. Hotaru’s head slanted back and she held the back of Jotou’s head against her cleavage needily.

The blonde lapped and nibbled on her nipples, alternating with bites and licks before locking her lips to them to suck.

Hotaru merely hovered above Jotou’s head, holding her in place—perfectly content to let the blonde continue as long as she wanted. Her half-lidded eyes stared at the headrest, moaning, breathing out her lover’s name.

The handle twisted and the door to the room opened-

Barely hearing it, Hotaru rolled over to the side and onto the bed- "Thud." "Gh!" she hit her knee against the wall, but at least she smothered her chest into the mattress.

’Did we seriously forget to lock the door...’ Jotou propped her head up on the bed and covered the redhead as much as she could while she greeted the interloper. "Oh, hi," she steadied her breath.

Kineko stood at the doorway with a frown. She sniffled and wiped her nose with a handkerchief she carried.

"Is everything okay? What are you doing up this late?" Jotou’s voice rose a pitch higher as she asked with a smile.

"Mmh, I had a bad dwream..." Kineko’s eyes darted to the floor coyishly.

"Oh no," Jotou pouted to one side and sat on the side of the bed, all the while Hotaru clumsily put her discarded top back on behind the blonde’s figure. "Come, come. It’s okay."

Kineko sniffled again and walked into the room.

Jotou checked behind her and got up to go shut the door behind her.

"Is Aunty Wred-Wolf sleeping?" she watched Hotaru shuffle atop the covers and pull a blanket over herself.

"Uh, well she was. But she also had a bad dream," Jotou replied and walked Kineko over to the side of the bed.

"Woah," Kineko sounded. Her nose scrunched up and she blew into her handkerchief. "Did, did aunty have the one with, with the big snake?"

Hotaru pretended to open her scrunched up eyes, "Close. It was a big cat and she was going to eat me."

Jotou sat down and leered over at the redhead. She took Kineko’s handkerchief and cleaned off the girl’s nose. She then placed the back of her hand against her forehead, "You’re really coming down with it. It’s okay; it’s just a nightmare cause of the fever, that’s all."

Kineko rubbed her eye, "Aunty, why do bad dwreams happen?"

’The human brain’s a masochist.’ "It’s just to remind you that there are good things in the world worth waking up for."

"Oh..." Kineko stared at the floor in a daze. "Then the fire... at my b-beach family. Is, is dad gonna buwrn? Is big sis Meko gonna buwrn? Is aunty gonna buwrn away too? I don’t want, I don’t," her trembling voice made way for her soft sobs.

Jotou wrapped her arms around Kineko’s head and held her close, "No, no, no, it’s okay, it’s okay," she petted the girl’s head over and over. "Auntie’s not gonna burn, nobody’s gonna burn, okay? Don’t worry, it’s just a bad dream."

Kineko did not cry; her sleepy stature leaned into Jotou’s embrace as she mumbled words the blonde could not understand. Hotaru sat up on the bed and watched over.

"Just a nightmare, just a nightmare," Jotou repeatedly whispered and held the girl tightly under her chin. She steadied Kineko back and leaned down to face her, "You’re a strong girl—very strong. You’ll be okay; we’re all here," the blonde forced the most genuine smile she could.

To the little girl, there was no smile no genuine. She sniffled and nodded before using her handkerchief to wipe her nose again. "Dad’s wourking. Can I stay here Aunty Spauky-Eyes?"

"Of course you can," Jotou lifted the girl onto the bed and let her lie down in the middle.

Hotaru made some room and had her back against the wall; she gently ruffled Kineko’s hair, making her smile.

The blonde lied down near the edge of the mattress and gave Kineko ample breathing room. "You should sleep. The more rest you get, the better you’ll feel," Hotaru’s head got comfortable in the pillows.

"Mhm, don’t worry, we’re here. If you still feel sick, Auntie Red-Wolf will use some magic to heal you," Jotou rested her head down.

"Don’t listen to her, your body will heal itself," Hotaru corrected.

"Mmmh," Kineko curled up between them. "I love you Aunty Spauky-Eyes..." she slowly drifted off into sleep.

Jotou blinked a few times, and then smiled. A single chuckle escaped her lips. ’I’m not a good... Am I?’ Doubts plagued her mind as she watched Kineko go to sleep peacefully, knowing she felt safer.

Her eyes then noticed Hotaru’s pouted smile and glazed over eyes. The redhead mouthed the words, "Not even a word for me, just falls asleep," she jested.

Jotou stuck her tongue out in response. She looked down at Kineko’s head and patted it once more, "Auntie Sparky-Eyes loves you to Kineko."

A few moments were spent to make sure the little girl had gone to sleep. Jotou and Hotaru eyed each other from slightly distanced pillows. The night certainly ended differently than either one had hoped, but the two knew there would always be another time.

Hotaru reached a hand across and tucked Jotou’s golden strands behind her ear. Her hand traced down her jawline and cupped her cheek lovingly as both of them drifted off into peaceful slumber.