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Dem had been careful; she couldn't afford to lose the meal she had wrapped up. Heed was looping from the drugs in her system. Dem made sure to grab everything Heed would ever need; after all, Heed wasn't leaving after all the work Dem had put into this.
Heed slowly processed her surroundings, dim and dark. Shapes were blurring in her vision; her head felt heavy and numb. Feeling water brought to her mouth, she slowly sipped it down.
The confusion slowly rose from the back of her brain. 'Who was... in her house? It was one of the first thoughts she could process. But her brain was slow to react, too slow. 'Why was her brain so fuzzy? She needs to wake up.' Her brain lagged behind each thought, unable to complete any before an answer was finally focused in her vision.
Dem shushed her thoughts down, a hand cupping her face tenderly. "Now, now, hermosa. If you think so much, you'll hurt your poor little head. You're barely even awake. Drink and let the fog clear first~," Demencia practically cooed out. Supplying more water to clear her system.
Heed was more reluctant this time, but her brain couldn't find a good response or reason why she shouldn't. Her brain felt like mush; she didn't feel like fighting; she barely felt like thinking. So her numb brain complied, reluctant but lost at what else to do.
Dem cooed soft praises, "Good girl. Slow and simple isn't it? Just listen, pretty girl."
Heed couldn't deny the praise was helping her want to listen. The more she listened, the more the fog cleared anyway. Logic wasn't quite kicking in yet. Nor could reason pop its ugly head.
Dem gently cupped her face and nuzzled into her cheek, basking in her sleepy daze.
'It's almost like waking up with her. Like they fell asleep together, and she gets to wake up with her cute face.' Her mind reeled with the fluffy thoughts she could now make reality.
Heed's reason slowly seeped in, leaning away, realizing quite quickly her body lagged behind her brain's commands. Panic bubbling up in her chest. "G-get off me!?" Heed's voice trailed its words behind the thoughts. It was starting to freak her out.
Dem thoughtfully listened, though, pulling away and dragging her hand away from her face, letting it slowly hold itself up. "Easy, princess; I won't bite you without permission. It'd be rude," more cooing words for Heed, gentle and soft. Dem would bend to her needs after all; if Heed wanted soft, Dem would be soft for her.
Heed look around again. Her brain was yelling from the fast movement, nausea bleeding in as her vision swam with it. Heed made a sound like gagging as her head throbbed.
Dem stepped away as she got a cold washcloth, cupping her face and holding it to Heed's temple. Dem had taken care to do research and even suck up some pride and ask Flug for help, writing everything down to make this perfect. There was only one chance for this after all.
Heed leaned away at first, distrustful, but her headache won very quickly. She leaned into the cold compress, soothing her aching head. Heed's brain cleared over an hour ago, she thinks. Her vision swam, and time slipped through her fingers; it could have been hours; the sun wasn't exactly creeping in. It was dim and dark, but yet, Heed found it wasn't unpleasant. It was warm and had a slight breeze from a fan.
She found the ribbon keeping her restrained wasn't uncomfortable or even tight. It was just tight enough to lightly press into skin, like a firm hug. It wasn't digging in at all; it certainly could if she struggled too much, though.
Not to mention the lizard's skin was just warm enough to feel human, but not enough to be clammy or too hot.
'Focus!' Heed scolded herself. 'This wasn't her house, so where was she? Not to mention, who was this woman!?' Heed took another glance around, noticing her things had been moved here. 'Even her poor puppy was here!! Kikori did not deserve to be included in this chaos!' Heed's mind reeled at all the info, finally focusing on Demencia with a mean glare.
"Ooo~ That's a mean face for you, princess. Don't look so upset; I couldn't keep you here without all your precious stuff. You'd miss it. Especially such a cute puppy," Dem smirked at the cruel glaring pout, trailing her hand across Heed's jaw before leaning back. "I haven't harmed anything; I wouldn't even chip a nail on the poor pup. She came willingly with gentle persuasion and expensive treats," Dem commented casually, watching Heed's face turn to her pup in shock.
"Kikori, you sold me for some simple treats!?" Heed scolded in shock, followed by a sigh as her pup came to her hearing its name. Dem corrected softly, "Simple treats and lots of bribing with praise, affection, and toys."
Heed huffed, less offended. Kikori walked back off to sniff her surroundings.
Dem slowly reached forward and cupped her face again. "Now, Princess, I feel there are more pressing matters, don't you? I mean, you're kidnapped now, aren't you?"
Heed falters, unsure how to approach this. How does one negotiate without knowing why they're there? "Why... What do you want with me?" Heed gently started; surely that's a safe choice.
Dem smiles, sweet and too wide. "You're just too sweet for the world to have; I'm not even worthy. But a villain is known for stealing, aren't they?" Dem thought it was a very simple and easy question. 'I mean, why couldn't she just take what she wants? She does want love in return, though, so she'll take it slow and traditional. The tried-and-true villain way to woo your lover is kidnapping and showing how much they mean to you.'
Heed seemed confused by her statement, though. Maybe clarify more? Dem thought about her words, 'Be careful what you say.' "Well, I mean, how else am I meant to praise you every second if I can't even be around you? I say you're the most beautiful woman ever. Or that you must have been carved of marble; I could say you're my life, the reason I wake up each day, or how I would give my life for you."
Heed's face slowly heated up, huffing, "Well, obviously, anyone would feel that for me!" Hearing someone say such bold claims filled her with pride and at the same time filled her with red-hot shame. 'Really, such bold claims, stated so blatantly without restraint, she didn't even need to be told to say them. Goodness, it was hard to swallow. Someone meant that so explicitly.'
Dem slowly leans in, gently leaning in, rubbing her thumb across Heed's cheek. "I mean, can't you just humor such a loyal girl? I just want to praise you, and maybe you'll allow me to indulge in some light contacts? Just some polite affection? Please, my goddess?" Dem was too good at cooing and begging.
Heed melted under the praise, shivering at words like "goddess" and "humor." The degradation and praise mix was intoxicating; she found herself nodding before thinking.
A hand on her shoulder and cheek, warm and firm. Dem nuzzled into her, mumbling gently, "Thank you. You're so perfect, my goddess. You're so wonderful, being so gracious to such a lowly thing. I feel so lucky."
Heed was hooked on every word; it was like a high, fluttering where skin touched skin. Dem slowly crawled into the chair with her, careful to put Heed on her lap, slotted like a puzzle. Skin on skin, cloth on cloth. Demencia practically purred praise at Heed until finally Dem planted a kiss on Heed's cheek.
Heed stalled, offended, and yet was too high on her cloud to be mad. She wanted to scold the lizard, but the thought of such praise stopping froze her in her tracks, reluctantly just turning her head with a huff. Dem abused the freedom, kissing and doubling her praise.
"Thank you, my goddess, so gracious. Allowing such forbidden acts, I'll savor every bit. Such a meal. Such perfection.", Demencia spoke between pecks and nuzzles, hands roaming to sit on her thighs and rubbing circles. Heed was spinning from the mental battle. 'She didn't agree to kisses! But they felt so warm and comfortable. They felt right, and it aggravated her.'
Her ego was in a losing fight with this sudden touch-starvation. Heed slowly melting into a cuddly hug. Dem slowly untying her with every melting movement. Until arms were wrapped around arms and Heed's legs were locked around Dem's hips, clinging to her. Dem nuzzled her form softly, leaving one peck on her forehead before standing up. Heed grumbling like a grumpy cat. Dem slowly layed on a soft pile of bedding, inviting Kikori to lie on there snuggling.
Dem is sure to have a fight later, but for now, she Suppose a nap is what's next, comfy and perfect.