Mares of the Night - MGNQ, Canon

Eyes sleepy, Chiaki couldn't tell what had awoken her. She remembered getting back home late from a mission and crawling into bed, but by then the bar she had stopped at on the way back had kicked in.

Groaning a little, she attempted to roll over to check the time on the clock, but met resistance almost immediately. 'Ah'. It appeared like she had been glomped once she fell into bed. Reaching down, she pulled at the hands wrapped around her body, attempting to dislodge them a little.

'Uh uh.' Iori groaned sleepily from behind, apparently annoyed that she had been disturbed. Wiggling a little more trying to slip out, Chiaki sighed as the octopus grip tightened. Head thumping down in defeat, she decided that it wasn't worth it just to know how late she had come in this time.

Dozing off minutes later, visions of the most creative ways to maim Kyubei pulling her back into slumber, she vaguely noted that the hands were moving, little spider steps slowly crawling up her skin. Pushing the thought aside, she had decided that high explosive rounds would be perfect when she was suddenly yanked right back into full consciousness by the fingers stopping at mid chest, slowly playing with sensitive parts.

Stiffening in embarrassment, she tried to jerk forward to disentangle herself. She had gotten used to being cuddled during the night, but this was new! "He-hey! Quit that!" Pushing forward, the action only seemed to increase the pressure on her chest.

She couldn't get free. The hands seemed to only grip harder, stroke more insistently, cling more fiercely, and then a sultry breath of whisper in her ear... "Now, why would I do that Ho-mu-ra-chan?"

Chiaki froze cold.

A faint scent pricked at her nose, cloying and sweet.

"No, I think I like where I've got you." The stroking changed, fingernails lightly scraping her delicate skin.

"You certainly toyed with my heart back then, you know." The breath had slide lower, drifting over her neck.

"A girl's feelings are a delicate thing, not to be treated lightly." The words were murmured directly into the base of her neck, nuzzled into her collar.

"I think it's fair, then..." The fingers shifted, nails pricking at the center of her chest.

"Why can't I play with yours?" Chiaki gasped in pain, vision going white, as daggers tore open flesh and bone.

- - -

With a grunt of terror, she shot forward in her seat, gasping loudly in the quiet cabin, gripping her armrests in a white knuckle grip.

Misaka and Midori paused their argument, spinning around in their seats to look back at their friend with wide eyes. "Are... you alright Matsuda-sempai?" "Murderface, you fell asleep! Bad mares of the night time?"

Dragging in a deep breath of processed air, Chiaki blinked her eyes open, confirming that she was still on the plane to Siberia. Looking at the other two, she groaned a little, rubbing her temple with one hand. "Just... just a dream. I'm... I'm fine."

She glared at their concerned looks, grabbing her half full glass of lukewarm whiskey off the drink holder in front of her. Taking a big gulp, she closed her eyes and placed her forehead against the cool glass, trying to steady her breathing.

'Just... just a dumb dream...'