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  1. Sometimes, there were days when she really despised her job.
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  3. This was one of them, but at least things were starting to look up. She had gotten home, and was looking forward to a nice night of kicking off her boots and lounging on the couch. Maybe have a nice bite of -insert food- to relax.
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  5. Staggering through the front door, she cancelled her transformation with a sigh, not bothering to turn the light on. It was her house, what was she gonna do, trip over Kyoko?
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  7. Flopping on the couch, she tossed her head back, swearing. Fucking Murderface, why do you have to be such a bitch sometimes?!
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  9. Hearing a small noise behind her, she glanced behind her, relaxing as she spotted Kyoko's distinctive pigtail in the darkness. 'Guess you wanna play sneaky, eh?' she chuckled to herself, as she felt hands reach up and drape over her shoulders, strong fingers working the muscles underneath.
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  11. “Mmm... You know just how I like it, Kyoko. A-a little higher, my neck is stiff...” Sayaka purred. This was definitely the best way to come home, ever.
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  13. Reaching back with one hand, she stroked her hand through Kyoko's hair, running her fingers down it's length. It felt... softer, more silky, then usual. Must have just taken a shower...
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  15. Grabbing her ponytail and dragging her around and over her shoulder, feeling her chest bump into her back. “Come 'ere you...” Kissing her husband's cheek, she nuzzled her chin to her neck, noting the scent of fresh soap on her skin. Yep, must'a just showered...
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  17. The hands roaming her shoulders and neck had moved, sliding down her front, pressing and palming her chest through her thin shirt. “Someone's feeling worked up tonight, aren't we?” Sayaka breathed quietly, turning her head to grab at Kyoko's lower lip, biting gently as she held the back of her head in place to give her a deep kiss. There was a gasp, before the other girl leaned into it, tongue darting into her mouth.
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  19. Moaning into the kiss, Sayaka had had enough, grabbing the other girl by the shoulders, and dragging her over the back of the couch. A yelp of surprise later, she had a lap full of husband, and she wasted no time taking advantage of that fact. Running her hands over Kyoko's body, trying to mentally place the outfit she was feeling, trying to remember where the... entrances were.
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  21. New outfit, maybe?
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  23. Grinning when she heard a loan moan of pleasure, Sayaka stopped when she felt a pair of hands hold hers in place, preventing her from continuing. She paused one second, two, before the hands moved, running along her belly, grabbing the top of her shorts. With a deft, practised hand the button was open, and the blue haired girl grinned wide in the dark. “Sure babe, we can start with this.”
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  25. The weight rolled from her lap, with a thump below as she saw a grinning face in the dim light. Lifting her hips, she closed her eyes and laid back, a small smile on her face. Wiggling back and forth, she felt her lower outfit slide down her long legs. The grinning face below becoming obscured as she leaned forward, and... and did that thing with the tongue.
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  27. The undergarments hooked over her left ankle were suddenly lost, flung into the depths of the apartment, as every muscle from her waist down spasmed in shock and pleasure.
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  29. Coming up for air an eternity later, the blue haired woman panted heavily, pushing gently on the other's forehead. “Wa-wait a second. Let me... let me catch my breath.” She groaned a little as she felt her hand being kissed, gently along each fingertip. Then the... curious sensation of her ring finger being engulfed in a warm, wet place.
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  31. Spell momentarily broken, Sayaka glanced down, cocking her head to the side in confusion. “Are your trying to pull my Soul Gem off with... your mouth?”
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  33. Nod, nod.
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  35. Too dark to make out the expression on her face, the blue haired girl shrugged, and her Soul Gem burst into it's larger form. The usual flash of light muffled by the girl's mouth, causing Sayaka's eyes to widen. “Wa-wait! Kyoko, hold-! I'm not~!”
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  37. Her eyes rolled back, as she felt a warm, hot, wet feeling engulf her entire lower half.
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  39. She caught her breath a few moments later, feeling slender fingers dancing around her inner thighs. She felt like she had been training for hours, and her legs felt so weak, like she had been trying to run to the moon. Feeling a curious, cool sensation on her hot, sticky skin, she tried to lift her weary head, feeling too drunk from pleasure to do more then just ride out her husband's lusty mood.
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  41. Her eyes widened, unseeing, as she felt herself... part open. Spread wide, around... herself. As if her own Soul Gem was being pushed gently, firmly, deeply into some place... she had never considered putting a Soul Gem before.
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  43. As her brain momentarily shorted out from the overwhelming wall of pleasure flooding her system, one curious thought came to the fore. Kharn was right.
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  45. These Soul Gems are Dildos.
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  47. - - - - -
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  49. Slipping into the brightly light apartment hallway, the dark haired girl panted heavily, hand lightly over her heart, a blush staining her face a deep crimson. She... she had to calm down... be... before...
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  51. Fumbling in her pocket, she pulled a pair of thick, red rimmed glasses out, placing them gently on her nose, trying to focus her thoughts. To still her mind. To... quiet the voice inside, swearing at her to give her body back. Screaming that she couldn't believe that she made us do that. That she'd murder her if she got her hands on her. How she'd tear those goddamn braids off her fucking head and beat her to death with them.
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  53. Hearing a noise coming from the elevator down the hall, the dark haired girl startled to action, realizing she couldn't stay in front of the... the apartment any longer. She turned and fled, ducking around the corner just as the elevator doors opened, letting a grinning, one-eyed redhead into the hallway.
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  55. As she did, Kyoko caught sight of movement down on the other end. Of a long wave of dark hair cutting away, disappearing down the hall. Holding her hand out to call out and yell, she shrugged, then headed to her own apartment. It was probably someone else.
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  57. It's not like Chiaki had any reason to be with Sayaka at this time of the night, right?
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