"Cinnabuns? Sweety?" I lean close whispering in her ear. It flicks cutely. "Time to wake up.”

Squeezing the pillows she moans and rolls over, stretching. "Brian?" A smile lights her face as her arms and legs swim about bunching the smooth covers. "Oh, this bed feels so nice. I could stay in it all day."

"You do look good in it.” I smile, wondering if it's the additional Allure from the soap that has added the faint highlights to her hair and the mascara like fullness to her lashes, “Did you have a good sleep?"

"Muhumm hum." She gives me a closed eye coo-sigh.

"Glad you enjoyed it."

"What about you?" She glances over to the table, at the few leftover parts I've yet to my pack away. She pouts."Didn't you get any rest? You know, the bed is so big, we could have shared..." Cinnamon sits up, then wavers, seeming to finally notice her still sensuously gift-wrapped body.

I can almost see her mind playing catch-up in those big brown eyes. The blush that starts to tint her ears spills its way into her cheeks.

(Passive) Insight vs Cinnamon: Success!

I can tell she is flustered, on a launch countdown to apology mode.

My instinctual response is to ease her embarrassment. To engage for a few rounds in the 'No, no, I'm the one to blame' game. To spin around and around in circles of back and forth apologies.

Something tells me to take a different approach. My mind swirls. Waves of conflict smashing on the rocks of uncertainty. I've never been that forward, never mind boldly confident with women. However, I am beginning to learn what appeals to Cinnamon. The sort of take-charge authority that gets her all hot and bothered. Maybe it's a kind of beast-kin alpha animal throwback thing?

Should I act on it? I feel a bit skeezy even contemplating the approach but I smash down the Mothra sized butterflies in my belly and steel my guts.

"You know, Cinni," I reach down and run a fingertip from her navel slowly up to her clavicle, "teasing me like that was very naughty. Getting me so turned on I’m barely able to think straight. Needing to feel you in my hands… to have you wrapped around me.” I pause drawing a slow figure 8 over her cleavage, letting her imagination fill in the blanks.

“Brian, I didn--”

“Shussshh…” A finger to my lips cuts her off. Silences her apology. This was the moment of truth. I pray my instincts and comments from Kryst are not wrong. “But that's okay. Because my perfect play-bunny pet is going to make it up to me later."

Charm vs Cinnamon + Situational Bonus: Extreme Success!

A slap doesn't come. Bolstered by the lack of an indignity delivered sting on my cheek I reach behind her head and pull her up to me. Following up each of my next words with a nibbling kiss to punctuate. "Over, and over again."

My lips trace her jawline and I pull back just enough to stare into eyes I could drown in. I drop a touch more base into my voice.

"Right?"

"Yes." She breathes, batting her eyes.

"Good girl. " I whisper.

In response, Cinnamon moans and squirms in my arms.

(Passive) Insight vs Cinnamon: Success!

Sploosh! I've stumbled onto the magic words. It's only the still fresh in our minds close call from earlier that prevents her from launching into my lap and all but bucking me through the floor.

Cinnamon arches her back, lifting her chest toward me in a cunning ploy to tempt me. From the corner of my eye, I watch her hand drifting closer to my knee. Before she can get any further I place my palm over her wrist, halting her progress. She struggles a little, chews at her lip, her eyes half-lidded.

Leaning over I dip my mouth toward her cleavage. With inhuman willpower, I resist motor-boating the bountiful set of breasts being thrust toward my face. Drifting past the moonstone pendant nestled between those heavenly orbs I cut her off trilling coo-ing with a deep kiss.

I hold her, our tongues dancing.

Charm vs Cinnamon + Complimentary Skill Bonus: Tongue Tricks Specialization: Success!

"Alright then." I pull away, completely switching my demeanor. Putting faith in my direct approach. That my psychological sexual warfare manipulations will have the desired effect. "I want you to do me a favor. Take a look at this."

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Cinnamon blinks in surprise. Then with a smile quickly shifts gears herself, enjoying the game. The lusty desire written in her body language ebbs pushed aside with confidence in the knowledge that in the near future there will be a follow-up to the promises we've both made.

"Oh, what's this, Brian?" She takes the open sketchbook when I present it to her, looking down at the newest picture, alive with a wash of color from the few paints in my kit.

 "Do you like?"

 "More like love." She giggle-coos. "I've never seen anything like it!"

"Will you two keep it down?! I swear, I've heard damned rock slides make less noise!"

"Kryst? You're awake?" Cinnamon grins with excitement and I share her smile. Quickly getting out and off of the bed respectively we stand, moving to the table. Both of us eager to check up on our tiny companion, I slide back the foremost flowerpot to expose the little fairy sized bedroom.

In her bed, Kryst has taken up a very similar position to the one Cinnamon had been a few minutes earlier, and as the fading light of the day spills into her 'room' she pulls the covers over her head with a groan.

"What in the hells? Go away!"

"How are you feeling?" I ask.

"I'd feel a lot better if I didn't have a couple of damned chatter crows chewing my ears off when I'm trying to sleep!"

I'm pleased to hear that she doesn't have that tinge of weakness to her voice any longer. Still, I want to see with my own eyes, to make sure she is okay.

"She is fine." Cinnamon gives me a relieved smile, then like a gentle mom trying to coax her child awake, Cinnamon rubs the covers where the fairy's shoulder appears to be. "C'mon, sleepyhead. No more laying about."

"I'm gonna lay you out if you don't leave me alone." Kryst grumbles.

Relief washes over me as I agree with Cinnamon's assessment, recognizing laziness for what it was.

"Kryst, get up we have to get ready for tonight. We're going to have to get a move on if we don't want to be late." I pinch her sheet at the foot of the bed and tug on it.

Kryst fights back, holding on in a vain attempt to keep her shield. It pulls free from her hands. Immediately she flips over and, with her naked butt now mooning us, buries her head into the pillows.

"Ugh! You're the worst!" Kryst complains with the overly drawn-out sigh of a spoiled teenager. Her gossamer wings have wrapped around her body, adhering to it so completely it gives the appearance that she is covered with a shimmering, intricately detailed thin black-lined tattoo. They unfurl and flicker. Once more taking on their brilliant iridescent shine.

I'm happy to see the stripper-glitter luster has returned to her skin and, I can tell the magic of the Allure enhancing soap is still in full effect too. Though like Cinnamon she hardly needs it. Even when just waking up the fairy is beautiful.

Finally, flopping over onto her back, Kryst opens her eyes and runs both hands through her slightly luminous hair; which somehow styles it into her sexy 'I don't care how my hair looks' pixie-cut hairdo. One that usually takes professional stylists hours to achieve. She then sits up, smacks her lips and does a shocked double-take.

"What in the hell's are you wearing, Carrots?"

"Oh, yes!" Cinnamon glances down at herself and grins. "What do you think? We had some lingerie in my closet after all. Brian found it for me." Cinnamon spins in a sort of half-turn pirouette showing off her outfit.

"Well, it's most certainly salacious." Kryst shakes her head and gives me a snorting glance, "Humph. Trust you to know about such lewd clothing."

"What?" I shrug in an attempt to look as innocent as possible.

"Dirty gasho." Kryst mumbles.

"I like it. Though, I don't think I would wear it out in public." Cinnamon shakes her head, "It's okay when it is just you and Brian around. I mean, I'm all covered up. Mostly..." Cinnamon's little bunny tail flick-twitches above the thin straps of her thong, "But somehow I feel even more... naked. Does that make sense?"

"Definitely." Kryst swings her legs out of bed and stands. Stretching she leans over, looking past us and at the ripped up pillows and crumpled sheets on our bed. Her eyes narrow.

"Just what did you two get up to while I was asleep?"

"Nothing!" Cinnamon and I say in unison, way too quickly.

"Uh-huh. I thought I told you don't do anything without me." Kryst glares between us as Cinnamon and I clear our throats and rub at the back of our heads, grinning in embarrassment.

"Ah, you think this is funny." Kryst's tone gets harsh and accusatory. "What are you both? Children? What the hells is going on in those brains of yours?" She knocks two outstretched fingers against her forehead. "Do you two realize what could have happened?" Immediately she points the same fingers at me. "You could have really hurt Cinnamon! Maybe worse! Tell me something, Brian. What happens when you try to shove a sword in a dagger sheath?"

"Kryst, I…"

"What happens? Does it fit nice and easy? Or does go and tear it apart!" The fairy stares at me, letting it sink in. "So tell me, do either of you two find that funny?" Kryst looks back and forth between us with clear vexation. A queasiness floods my stomach as I get the picture. Neither   Cinnamon nor I say anything. The room grows uncomfortably quiet.

Then Kryst continues in a slow, calm voice.

"I'm really disappointed in both of you."

Gunslinger Swagger or not the sting of her words is like a physical slap. A glance at Cinnamon confirms she feels the same. Finally, my tongue starts working again and like I have just been pulled into the principal's office I begin to spout excuses.

"We hadn't planned it or anything. It was... We may have gotten a little carried away, but we were drunk--"

"And the spice that I used in the wine," Cinnamon interrupts, "It can be umm... well, it's used as an aphrodisiac so--"

The scowl Kryst shoots toward us both clearly states she is not having any of it.

"You're right. Of course, you're right, Kryst." I say.

"We're really sorry." Cinnamon's ears dip.

"Yeah." I nod. "It won't happen again."

"Oh yes, it will!" Cinnamon objects, shooting me a look.

"I just mean it won't…We'll be more careful next time. Make sure Kryst will help with the…" I shake my head. "You know what I mean."

"Listen, I know this is difficult for you, Carrot's, and…" Kryst dips her head with a long sigh. "And alright, yeah when we're were all drinking I may have been tempted to climb onto Too Tall's tongue for another ride as well." She motions to me than folds her arms under her naked breasts.

 "So, I'm not saying that it's entirely your fault for…" Kryst glances to both of us then sucks her teeth and her shoulder square. "It's just, you can't go fucking around when it comes to you… bucking around."

Kryst turns around angrily her arms still crossed, unwilling to meet our eyes.

(Passive) Insight vs Kryst: Success!

The fear in her posture is almost palpable.

Cinnamon pouts, her lip quivering with emotion. The bunny girl steps forward, bends over the table and reaches out to wrap Kryst into a hug from behind that all but makes the Fairy disappear. 

"I'm sorry, Kryst we didn't mean to make you worry..." Leaning in Cinnamon continues to whisper to the Fairy. I feel a lump thicken in my throat at the display and wonder if I should step over as well. I don't manage to catch any more or the quiet one-sided conversation and before I can make a decision the moment has stretched on a bit too long for me to join in without it being awkward.

For the briefest of moments, I catch Kryst lean her head back against Cinnamon's jaw, in a longing to return the hug. Just as quickly it is gone and in an act to cover the movement Kryst stifles a cough and wriggles free as Cinnamon loosens her embrace.

"Alright, so, party time!" Kryst says as she steps toward her bedroom area and Cinnamon moves to stand. "C'mon you two. Hop and chop. We have to get ourselves sorted if we don't wanna miss out on the festivities."