Morning Thoughts! or I Think I'll Call Her Morning From Now On! Visell and Dedestra Become A Couple! Pt. 4

GASP! As her real eyes spring open only to shrivel up at the sight of the white Martian sun little obscenities and groans are thrown out of her sneering teeth. She rubs her eyes and leans up slowly as if unfamiliar with solid ground, yet unencumbered by the weight that pinned her to such a resting position. The blaring songs of birds and rushing water disorient her further. Her eyes crush closed, trying to reclaim her senses from the sun. As the amorphous, violet wounds from the burgeoning sun heal; Visell’s hampered vision suffers an untimely attack . . . from Juliet! Dedestra stands serene and statuesque, unmoored by the rushing water parting around her leg, the other folded across her knee, in some flamingo-like position. Her hands clasped together in prayer. Her eyes closed, basking in the formerly hostile rays of the elderly dawn. Her green robe folded neatly beside her grimy, leather satchel on the river bank.
Her womanly form was conserved by a fresh Sarashi (Samurai chest binding) and a pair of satin black lace lingerie. Visell tries to avert her inquisitive gaze to preserve her Zempai’s dignity, per her Father’s instructions, but every time her eyes try to stick to the boring dirt or the trees or the sky, they spring back effortlessly to the object of her desire. A bubbling, base urge mixed with a more than praising gaze. [I haven’t seen her like this since . . . ] Visell recalls the look of Dedestra’s legs in her gym shorts back in school, during Picco Zunni (Summer) and . . . that time they almost . . . She blushes nervously, wanting to avoid the dirty thoughts.
Visell examines the familiar Nano Metal Coated-Rubber Pseudo Muscles that conform perfectly to her waist, the military-grade tapering and plastic working on the calves with folded light-weight armor. The oddly aesthetic molding so eloquently, so perfectly fits her frame. As beautiful as they are by themselves her slender, tall frame adorns them 3 fold. Visell blushes, almost jealous of the sun for how beautifully it kisses Dedestra's figure. [Definitely Mother’s handy work. It Looks . . . really good on her. Gulp!] Her eyes trail up past the end of her cybernetics to her posterior, modestly covered by the charcoal black laced underwear. Visell’s little heart flutters as her eyes fixate on the discovery.
[Damn, I never knew it from all the skirts and the baggy shorts but, It’s not half bad . . . It’s really cute actually.] Visell captivated by her little treasure, she decides, to take in the rest of the gold mine. She trails up her body, worshipping it; trying to find the best superlatives to describe it but fails as the sheer picturesque glory speaks a thousand and one words on its own. Her heart flutters, lost in her little adventure, her eyes wide in wanderlust!
GASP! Visell flinches in shock and embarrassment, as her wandering gaze meets Dedestra’s cold side-eye as she unclasps her hands. “Enjoying the view, Symown?” she says cheekily. Visell frantically turns away from Dedestra, reddened and pouting. “Geez, I mean . . . Well, it’s just . . . ! Y-You're real' pretty and all, I’ve always thought so! And It’s not like I was trying to be weird! It’s just like . . . I’ve never seen you like that before. So, you can’t blame me for being a little interested . . .” She says almost defeatedly as her eyes cascade to the side in a puppy dog-like manner, burying her face partially in her knees, playing with her hair.
The sloshing of water calls her attention. Visell looks over through the glare of the sun to see Dedestra’s silhouette wash over her; towering over her, the 6-foot vixen she is. “Quite an honest review!” Dedestra’s voice cheekily calls out. “I must say having an audience for my morning routine is odd, yet refreshing, I could get used to it.” “yeah,” Visell limply musters mesmerized by the grandeur. Her attempt to look away from the divine figure is foiled as Dedestra so elegantly kneels in front of her. "And uh, you look really good in the morning! Geez, I look like a drooling, hairy mess after a two-hour snooze! But, you look like just . . . wow! Y'know?" Dedestra snickers. "Ah, such a way with words she has! Thank you." She says jovially slightly bowing.
"No Prob!" Visell's blush grows ever more rosey as her criminal eyes trail up Dedestra’s nearly bare figure to meet her stabbing glare, so intense it throws Visell's unworthy gaze back down. [So, so dainty and pretty] Even her sitting position screams with beautiful serenity. Both knees tucked inward, sitting so proper like some Japanese princess. [Geez . . . ]
“Did you sleep well, Symown?” Dedestra says tentatively as she rests her hand on Visell’s thigh. Visell preens her hair. “Actually it was pretty peaceful! Geez! I usually have freaking nightmares, I barely sleep sometimes!” Visell gazes up longingly, blankly at the hazy dust-filled sky. . . GASP! Visell flinches at the frigid, pin-like tingle permeating through her nerves as it crawls cordially and slowly up her navel. Visell glances down to see Dedestra’s hand slowly waltzing up to the end drape of her crop-top sweater. Her flustered mind teems with little urges and smutty inclinations. The sensation leaves. Visell’s eyes dart back to Dedestra. Through the haze of human vision, she sees a thick strand of black hair in between Dedestra's fingers.
“There we are. Apologies, It was on your shirt! Driving me certifiably insane!" Dedestra preens her hair. Visell scoffs and lets out a cheeky “Thanks”. Dedestra looks past Visell at the smoldering pile of ash and embers. Visell looks back then at Dedestra. She puts her hand on her shoulder and blushes. “You gonna be okay, Zempai?” “Dedestra drags her eyes over to Visell. “Yes, Symown, I will be okay. However, I do think it would be appropriate to leave now. Let me get my clothes.” Visell nods. Visell and Dedestra collect their things. Constantly stealing glances at the funeral pyre.
As Dedestra walks towards the bank of the river, Visell grabs Dedestra by the shoulder. Dedestra turns “Symown?” Visell sweeps her hands under Dedestra's legs, she falls back collapsing into Visell’s arms. Dedestra lets out a little womanly gasp as she's raptured in her arms, "Oh(!)"  Dedestra says with excitement. Visell blushes and scowls with determination. Dedestra’s arms wrap tightly around Vizell. She backs up and dashes to the river bank. Leaping across the bank, their hair whipping in the wind. The loose dirt parts from Visell’s feet as they land.
"Practice for when you carry me over the threshold? Well, now I want you to carry me to the car like this!” Dedestra snarks. Visell scoffs as she eases to put her down. “I spoil you enough, Zempai!” Dedestra says solemnly. “Ever since high school.” Dedestra sticks out her hand prompting Visell to hold it. Visell wraps her hand around Dedestra’s they start to walk down the path. “Even my infamous little nickname, from when we first met.” “Ch! Infamous? It’s cute and you know it!” Dedestra sighs. “Yes, it’s very . . . cute. You’ve referred to me by that for the longest time.” “But?” Visell says with concern. “Not a but. Just, well; more of a shrug, I reckon.” Visell scoffs “You finna to elaborate?”
Dedestra winces “Well I just feel It’s dated, to put it cordially.” Visell scoffs again. “Coming from the chick that wore the maxi skirts and the turtle necks?” Dedestra snickers. “Oh, hush! You despise those because you desired a more optimal view of my arse, and you know it!” Visell blushes and nudges Dedestra with her shoulder. “That was your M.O! All the below the waist and neck down candid pic's you accidentally snapped when I was in undies?” Dedestra sits in silence.
Visell looks up and raises an eyebrow. Dedestra looks over at Visell “You have a fairly nice butt.” Visell snickers “Freaking knew it, you perv!” “Guilty as charged and honestly It’s only gotten better.” Visell blushes more “Y . . . yeah” “Substantially fuller and rounder honestly” “Uh-huh.” Her blush deepens “And so exceptionally firm for being au natural. Of course, you'd be too proud for augmentations and conventional enhancements! Also, may I suggest you wear tighter pants more often." Visell bumps into Dedestra! “Shut it, zip it! Not another word out of you unless it's about the freaking weather! So pervy and embarrassing!”
Dedestra snickers “And yet you're still holding my hand.” Visell eyes downcast with a little pout. She suddenly tightens her grip. Gasp! Dedestra looks over at Visell as a rush of excitement and the newfangled sensation in her hand as she felt a glimpse of the pressure and warmth from Visell's hand. They walk in silence for a minute as the rustling trees and the morning birds pick up the conversation. They arrive at the commune ruins. As they walk back to the car, Visell's nostrils flare from the smells invading her nostrils again. Dedestra looks back down the trail longingly. The winds pushed her hair in that same direction as if nature itself was begging her to go back. She looks back at Visell. “ Apologies Symown . . . I” “Take as long as you need, Zempai.” Visell interjects. A soft sigh leaves her. “Alas, If I do that we’ll be here till the heat death of the universe.” She closes her eyes and turns to the car. A heavy force pushes her back. Visell wraps her arms around her. “Symown. It’s okay we should go.” “No, not yet. You need this. Just give it a minute."
Dedestra wraps nervously wraps her arms around Visell and they stand in a warm embrace for a time around the cold crumbling memories. 
Moments later. Their hair sporadically swaggers in the wind as they ride down the dirt road in Visell's burgundy convertible. "So, now that we're down with the first favor, what's the next day-long task, Zempai?" Visell says with slight snark. Dedestra perks up from a dusty book. "Ask me no questions, remember? Your answer will come in time." Visell sighs. "Fine." She looks out at the road. One hand on the steering wheel the other draped over the three-person seat. She looks over to Dedestra, her face deeply buried in some book with Spanish text on the back. "Can I ask an unrelated question then?" Dedestra still in her book, "Of course, Proceed." " What happened to . . . the kid's dad anyway? After the attack. I mean he sounds like a piece of shit but maybe he should know." Dedestra gently closes her book and looks off to the forest as they speed down the highway. "*Sigh* Such a sentimentalist. That won't be necessary." Visell scoffs. "Why not? Look I know both our dads were pieces of work but. I don't know! Maybe if the dude knew maybe he'd turn a leaf or something!" The car stops at a light.  Dedestra crosses her legs, she scoffs! She shoots an intense glare, her green eyes gleam at Visell. Her eyes turn to Dedestra. "Well if it puts your mind at ease, I'm sure he felt some sense of remorse or cosmic repentance . . . when I killed him." A truck rushes past them in the intersection. Time slows as Visell's wide eyes scan Dedestra's glassy expression. Her hair oscillating gracefully in the wind. Visell's hair washes back punctuating her awe! "Shit . . . Fo' real?" Dedestra's hair stabilizes. "Fo' real, Indeed." "Why'd you do it?" Dedestra sighs. She looks forward through the windshield. "He was a drunk, lowlife bastard who neglected and abused that boy for years. There's a reason why Pumpkin was resigned to a wheelchair, Symown." Her hands placed daintily and conservatively in her laps tighten around the tails of her robe. "You weren't there . . . you didn't see the egregious treatment of that poor child! You didn't see the way he callously trivialized his death, while his blood was still fresh on me; When I told him about . . . pumpkin, he simply replied, "Good . . . " Not one ounce of trepidation or concern on his disgusting visage.  Then the filthy reprobate even started pissing in front of me! I slaughtered him where he stood. He was bleeding out and dying for approximately a minute before I stopped pulling the trigger." 
The Light turns green. 
The car rolls forward across the intersection. Passing into the little hidden town a Bohoto, Bravo-Lashiima.
Visell looks forward through the windshield ruminating on Dedestra's story. "Damn, that's . . . kinda hot!" Dedestra glances over to Visell! Their hair becomes raptured by the wind. Visell blushes "I mean, I figure some people would say it's kinda messed up, I guess but fuck that! Girl, You were on some Blood, Love, and Honor shit! Fuck that guy! Shit! You already know I would've done the same t'ing! I would've gutted that fucker and watched him die talking all kinds of and variations of shit, no two ways about it!" Dedestra looks at her in awe. She scoffs a little with a snicker. "I see, Thank you for your words of reassurance. I feel . . . vindicated. I reckoned you of all people would understand. I suppose for me a halcyon bout of violent action is a bit newfangled for me. I felt rather unsure about my actions." She puts her hand on Visel's lap. "Thank you, again." Visell blushes and puts her free hand on hers. "Sure thing! I'll always support you on that! As long as you stay solid and you stand up for the weak and poor with me, I'll be there right behind you pulling the trigger with you! No two ways about it!" Dedestra chuckles, she cups the side of her own face with her free hand! "Oh, please, Symown! If you persist in nursing my anxious and Overintellectualized mind with such knightly charm, I might compel you to pull over and consummate our marriage early, even before I get my ring!" Visel blushes more, crushing her thighs together! "Geez! Stop with the horny talk before I crash my freaking car! It's actually really freaking insensitive too, considering I still have another favor to do before we even catch a label and stuff!" "You're angry?" Dedestra pries with concern in her soothing voice. Her hand begins to softly massage Visel's thigh. Visel stammers "No! Just . . . tired and excited and fed up but I'm having fun! And a little bothered cause you got weird thoughts in my head now! and my back hurts like a mug!" 
Dedestra smirks a little. It quickly fades as she glances at Visel with a bit of trepidation "I see." She takes her hand off her thigh and scoops the book from her lap and cracks it open again. "Please just be a little more patient, Symown. This next one is a bit . . . sensitive." Visell leans back "Rodger, dodger. . ." Visel's heart spikes as she peers off to the side. The car jerks hard. Dedestra gasp, holding onto her book for dear life as it slides into a dirt lot beside a small mountain overlooking a small charging station!" Dedestra looks over. "Well, you certainly changed your mind expeditiously! You are aware I was . . . partially jesting, correct!? Don't force yourself into anything for my sake!" She places her hand on her mask. "Quite honestly, I'm uncertain if . . . I'm even up to it!"  Visell stands up in the car seat. "No, that's not it! Besides my chastity game has powered up 10 fold cuz I'm vranky, hungry, and peeved" She blushes, "I appreciate that though." She jumps out of the car! Visel "Speaking of hungry. Check it!" Dedestra follows Visel's finger, she gasps! A ritzy little Mochi Ice cream shop and grill shines in the distance! "Before we do any more running around let's get some eats, dude! All we had last night was mochi and ash! Come on, Morning! My treat, as always!" Visel charges forward! Dedestra conceals her book and promptly opens the door! She walks quickly catching up to Visel in her slow, bottom-swinging saunter. "Morning?" she punctually inquires!" "Yeah since you don't like being Zempai anymore, how about Morning? Cute, right?" Dedestra's eyes trail down to her hands as they tense and creep up, twiddling around each other. "It's a . . . cute name, yes. But Symown . . . I am unsure if a cute mononym encapsulates or even satisfies me. I want you . . . I want you to call me something that's-" Visel belts back! "Come on, Morning! I can't do this without cha! It's gonna be fun!" Dedestra sighs.