NOVPUB"I... Shouldn't have drank that much..."
Lillian walked through the Bazaar, clutching the side of her head with an expression that was split between dizziness and discomfort. She felt her head throbbing and spinning a bit.
Marionette, who was holding her hand, smiled slightly, "And whose fault is that? You're the one that insisted for us to go to a bar..."
She watched as Lillian gave a groan before raising her hand to the side of her neck, caressing over a newly made mark on her neck. The corner of the Assassin's lips curled higher as she remembered what happened.
***
Reph pulled Millis's unconscious, drunk body onto his back before turning to Marionette, finding her dealing with a drunk Lillian as well, who was nuzzling against her quite intimately.
His eyes narrowed warmly before gazing up at the Assassin, "I'll be taking this idiot home... Do have a good night.
"I'll be... Taking her back now."
"You're drunk, Lillian..." Marionette mentioned, staring down at the girl, who was clinging onto her right arm.
Lillian leaned the side of her face against the Assassin's arm before facing her. She gave a silly and wobbly grin as she muttered with a hiccup:
"H-hic—... Nooo~..."
Marionette's ears twitched at her denial before she sighed. She gazed up at the "Moon", which illuminated the dark street ahead of them. However, just before she could pull them along, Lillian tugged at her arm.
She looked back down at the girl, finding her pointing towards an empty alleyway. She raised an eyebrow and asked:
"Yes?"
"Hic... Me saw... Something in there... Me wanna go check!" Lillian asked in an adorable manner, slurring a bit.
"Let's... Not. It's late and we have to get back home for classes tomorrow—"
"Oh, come onnn~... Just a little peek~...!"
Marionette let herself get pulled along by Lillian, although she was a bit unwilling to allow the two of them to be out for so long. Nonetheless, she shook her head in defeat.
They stepped into the alleyway and looked around. As they did this, Marionette frowned slightly. Was there really anything in here that could warrant their detour?
"Are you sure you saw something in here?" She asked, staring at Lillian's back, who froze mid-step.
"Ah... I thought I saw... Something..." The girl responded without turning around to show her face. This gave the Rabbit a sort of eerie impression.
Marionette tilted her head, "Could you... Describe what it may had looked like?"
As she said this, Lillian turned on the heel of her foot, albeit a bit unstable. Her face was covered by the shadow of her fringe, which wasn't much of an issue to the Assassin.
However, that didn't cause the mysterious feeling she felt coming from the girl stray from her mind.
Lillian's eyes were focused on her dully, but also greedily, for some odd reason.
Marionette watched as the girl walked up to her with her arms wrapped around her back. She then watched as Lillian pushed one hand from her back and placed it onto her left shoulder.
Gently, but surely, she was pushed up against a wall.
Marionette watched this happen with confusion in her eyes and curiosity. Just as she was about to ask what the girl was doing, she heard Lillian mutter:
"I thought... I saw a heart in here..."
Marionette eyes glinted at her words with a strange expression.
"A... Heart?"
What was Lillian on about? Why would there be a random heart in some alleyway? And how come they haven't come upon it so far?
Lillian gave a small nod as she moved her hand towards the Assassin, grabbing it before raising it towards her.
Marionette widened her eyes as she felt her hand land on something soft... Lillian had pulled the Assassin's hand onto her chest.
Marionette let out a silent gulp, briefly remembering the firm and softness of the chest she had once fondled a month ago. It was also because of this flash of remembrance that a light pink tint was painted on her cheek.
Lillian lazily pushed Marionette's hand further against her breast, gasping slightly at the stimulation before speaking:
"Yess~... My heart to be exact~... I thought I saw my heart in here... The one you stole~..." She then sighed, "But~... It seems that you had hidden it well..."
Lillian stared up at the Assassin's face, finding her lips stretched into a thin, shaky line as her eyes were fully focused on her hand pressed against her chest.
She gave a sluggish smile at this, pressing herself further against the Assassin's body, flustering her a bit more, which doesn't normally happen much.
Lillian felt Marionette's hand trying to pull away from her chest, but was unable to due to her hand pulling it back in.
"Why pull away~...? Don't you want this?"
Lillian leaned in, breathing hot air into the crevice of the Assassin's neck, causing her to stiffen and her breath to hitch.
Marionette stared at how close Lillian was, while also taking into account where her hand was. In an attempt to calm herself from the girl's sudden action of intimacy, she took a deep breath.
Without a hint of shakiness in her voice, she responded with a firm voice as she yanked her hand back from the girl's chest.
"Let's go home now, Lilly..."
Lillian's eyes glazed over at her words, humming a bit in dissatisfaction.
"Hmm~... We could." She murmured, staring at the hand Marionette had pulled away from before glancing back at the Assassin, particularly at her neck.
She smirked. Standing on her tippy-toes, she moved her face into the crevice of the Assassin's neck.
Marionette felt the girl lean against her once more. In a response, she unconsciously wrapped her arms around Lillian's waist. She then felt her go still and limp. Her breathing became rhythmic.
She gave a sigh, realising that Lillian must've fallen asleep. Well... That was until she felt a wet sensation press against the side of her neck, followed by a suction.
She widened her eyes at the odd feeling of Lillian sucking on her neck. Without any delay, she tightened her arms around the girl's waist, pulling her in more.
As Lillian continued to suck on her neck, she couldn't help but question whether this was how Lillian had felt when she did this to her...
Her face reddened a bit...
Did it feel as good as she was feeling now...?
Her legs shook from the pleasure as she tilted her head more to the side, allowing Lillian to reach further in.
Moments later, under her own disbelief, her legs gave out—
Thud...
—Causing her to slide down the brick wall and land on the ground.
Lillian, who had fallen down alongside the woman, straddled her, getting further into her neck with the intention of leaving a long-lasting mark on the Assassin.
Marionette's face twitched from the stimulation as her left hand moved to the back of Lillian's head, gently clawing at it as she repeated her name:
"Lillian..."
The feeling of Lillian's lips pressed against her neck, the feeling of her wet tongue going over her skin, felt too much, even for her.
Eventually, Lillian pulled away after a few minutes.
"Puah~..."
Lillian leaned back, her eyes focused on a translucent, thin bridge connecting her mouth to the red hickey on the Assassin's neck—it soon snapped once she leaned back far enough.
She gazed at the mark she had left behind, admiring how brilliant it looked on the woman's neck. She soon drew her eyes towards the Assassin's face, finding her cheeks a deep red and her breath ragged.
Marionette gazed back flusteredly, shakingly raising her left hand to the left side of her neck, cupping the hickey before raising the palm towards her eyes.
Her pristine palm was now covered in wet saliva.
Her eyes shook a bit at the glistening liquid. She couldn't believe what she was looking at. Soon enough, her attention was taken away from the sight of her wet palm and towards the first button of her white shirt.
Lillian's index and middle fingers fiddled with the button before undoing it. Her hand slowly caressed Marionette's chest, causing her to jolt a bit, before making her way to another button.
Marionette watched as Lillian unbuttoned another one with hesitation in her eyes. She then brought her gaze towards the girl's face, finding her eyes staring at her lustfully.
"We're alone... You know~? This alleyway is one of the few overlooked places where the cameras can't see into~..."
Her eyes then dropped down towards the Assassin's chest. She looked past her white shirt and found a glimpse of the coloured bra Marionette was wearing that day.
"Black, huh~?"
Her hands raised themselves towards the Assassin's chest before freezing. It shook in hesitation, causing the drunken Lillian to frown slightly.
Eventually, her hands changed course and moved themselves behind the woman's neck, essentially wrapping themselves.
The tip of her nose then pressed against Marionette's, who was still blushing deeply.
Lillian smiled warmly, giving the Assassin a gentle stroke on the cheek before leaning in, wanting to plant a kiss on the woman's lips. But something unexpected happened.
Lillian gave a confused hum as she glanced at the palms pressed against the sides of her head, stopping her advancement. She raised a lazy eyebrow at the woman.
Marionette gave a few deep breaths to calm her beating heart while pressing her hand tighter against Lillian's face, stopping her.
"Don't you want me to kiss you, Mari~...?"
Marionette's ears twitched timidly at her words. Her eyes glanced down at the girl's lips—something she had wanted to taste since "forever"...
"... I do..." She muttered, loosening her hand a bit before making her hold firm.
The Assassin shook her head with a certain light in her eyes. "But not like this..." She stated in a strong voice.
Lillian raised an eyebrow, her eyes flickering with a perplexed light.
Just as she was about to speak, Marionette continued, her fingers stroking the girl's ears.
"I want you to kiss me... When you're in your right state of mind. I don't want to take advantage of your current self..."
Lillian stared at her silently before widening her eyes. She then narrowed them, staring at the woman with an intimate and warm smile before pulling off the hands from the sides of her head.
Marionette stiffened a bit as she watched Lillian lean over and plant her face into her chest, nuzzling into them before falling asleep.
However, before she did, though, she heard her whisper:
"I really... Like you..."
***
Lillian watched as Marionette still continued to caress the hickey she had left on her face from last night, even while they were still in class.
"Ehm... Sorry about last night..." She stated shyly, bumping her leg up and down under their desk.
Marionette turned to face the girl, giving her a strange look. "No need to apologise." She then grinned brightly, "Why apologise for giving me such a brilliant time, Lillian?"
