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There was a knock on Silver Wolf's door.
She opened her eyes. She must have fallen asleep at the keyboard.
"Who is it?" she mumbled.
The door opened, and she saw that familiar grey-haired and grey-eyed girl standing behind it.
"Oh. Hi, Stelle," she said, turning her chair around and standing up. She placed her headphones atop her keyboard. "Here to lose at Aetherium Wars again?"
"Hey, you only ever win when you cheat." Stelle laughed, in that one cute tone that Silver Wolf could never get over.
"I use every single resource at my disposal. Just because you limit yourself to playing by the rules doesn't mean I have to."
"Yeah, that's called 'cheating'."
"If I don't get caught, I'm completely fine."
"Though there is one thing you haven't beaten me in."
"Oh, really? And what is that?"
Stelle smirked, and pushed Silver Wolf onto her mattress, causing Silver Wolf to lose her balance almost immediately. Silver Wolf instinctively put her arms up, perfectly placed so Stelle would grab them as she bent down and started kissing Silver Wolf on the mouth, the cheek, and then down the neck.
"Stelle," she said with a light gasp. "Are you trying to speedrun things?"
"Is it really speedrunning? I've been very clear about my feelings since we first were talking." Stelle moved her kisses back up Silver Wolf's neck, intertwining her fingers with Silver Wolf's hands. "Besides, you like it."
She did. She really did. She wanted Stelle to just take her right then and there, pulling each other closer together than what should be possible, disregarding any want for clothes or dignity.
"I don't think you're as much of a wolf as you say you are," Stelle said as Silver Wolf whimpered again. "You're much more of a cute little puppy." She grabbed the zipper on Silver Wolf's shirt between her fingers, tugging it slightly down. "May I?" she asked.
Oh Aeons yes please, Silver Wolf thought. She nodded, and Stelle pulled down the zipper, separating both sides of Silver Wolf's jacket. Silver Wolf leaned forward to help get the rest of it off, then immediately laid back down, staring into Stelle's eyes.
"You're so cute, Wolfie," Stelle said, her hand tracing outlines around Silver Wolf's body. "So beautiful." She grabbed Silver Wolf's side, leaning back down for another kiss. Silver Wolf couldn't help but make another pathetically cute noise as Stelle pushed her way into her mouth, their tongues starting to move around each other in a way Silver Wolf hadn't felt in years.
Stelle pulled away. "It's adorable how much of that cocky attitude just melts away as soon as I get my hands on you."
Silver Wolf wanted to protest, but she couldn't. That was... well, it was very much true. She didn't really want to be like that when Stelle was involved. She just wanted...
She raised her body up, going for Stelle's mouth again, and leaning back down as the two tasted each other just for a few more moments, Stelle's hand moving up and down her side, her fingers tracing small patterns that felt almost electrifying.
"Wolfie, you..." Stelle murmured between kisses, and Silver Wolf whimpered again. "Want me to go further?" Her fingers touched at the bottom of Silver Wolf's shirt.
"Please," she moaned as Stelle let go of her other pinned hand. "Please, Stelle, I need you," as Stelle cupped her breast. "Please don't leave me again," as Stelle gave a little squeeze.
Stelle smiled, her expression the only thing on Silver Wolf's mind. "Don't worry, Wolfie. I'm here-"
Prometheus' voice cut through the dream. "YOU HAVE ONE (1) NEW MESSAGE FROM: KAFKA. ANSWER?"
Silver Wolf's eyes blinked open again. Her mouth was dry, there was a bit of drool on one of her keyboards, the IRC client she had open on one screen had a message full of "jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj", her dick was threatening to tear through her boyshorts, and the time had somehow advanced to 15 hours before the Charmony Festival.
"Fuck."
She wasn't mad at all.
She wasn't mad that that had been a dream.