A late lunch

The intimate moment more or less ended with the chime of the Quest completing. Matilda shimmied her way up the bed, dragging John up with her until they were both sitting leaning against the headboard. “Okay, so apparently anyone in your party can hear when you complete a Quest, assuming that’s what the little fanfare in my head was all about?” she said, leaning her head against his shoulder. “Or do you think it’s just because it’s that Quest and I was the one to help you finish it?”

John shrugged. “Dunno. Guess we’ll find out at some later point. Assuming of course that you want to… y’kno, keep doing dangerous and dumb stuff with me…” A finger to his lips silenced him, before Matilda turned his head towards hers and kissed him rather seriously.

“Don’t talk stupid, before I end up having to kiss you so much we both forget that you’ve got rewards to look at,” she said when she broke the kiss, before giggling. “Not that I’d mind having you fuck me silly again… we’ve got a lot of things to try out.”

Taking it on advisement that at the very least his new girlfriend was extremely frisky, John coughed. “We should probably have a snack or something first…” he began, before Matilda rather firmly prodded him in the stomach.

“Cookie jar, snacks and second round later, rewards first. This is the first time I’ve been with you when you’ve completed a Quest with a reward for yourself in it, and I want to see what you get! My recipe book was pretty cool, and you thought that was a fairly minor Quest in comparison to this one, right?”

John sighed and nodded, opening his Status and moving the window so Matilda could see it too.

Matilda frowned at the message and shook her head firmly when John opened his mouth to ask about it. “Later. Much, much later. I’ll talk about it when I’m ready. So, what’s with the weird icon text? And the robes?”

John sighed, chalking whatever past Matilda had as being unimportant right now, before dragging the icon out of his Inventory. He took one look at it, blinked, then cast Observe as quickly as he could while shoving the thing back into whatever pocket dimension his Inventory occupied. Beside him, Matilda’s sudden whine of arousal was followed by a shocked gasp as the heat that had instantly overwhelmed both of them faded. “J—john? What the fuck was that?” she asked.

Wordlessly, he slid the Observe window over to her. He wasn’t sure if she knew much about the Chaos gods, but the text would explain anyhow.

Malal’s explanation at least told John why he was now dealing with the feeling of a painfully hard erection slowly fading, although he wasn’t sure what the god of order had meant by helping Slaanesh out. Frowning to himself, he shook his head. Whatever it was, he’d figure it out later when he could talk to Mal, not right now with Matilda lying naked next to him. Before his thoughts could drift any further to the curves pressing against his side, he pulled the robe from his inventory and smiled.

Soft blue and brown cloth spilled into their laps, feeling like silk - but somehow heavier, as if it were silken in texture only. The garment was indeed a robe - on closer inspection, an approximation of a hooded monk’s robe with fabric patterned to look like rolling waves, complete with a woven black and white rope belt to tie around the waist. It wasn’t bad as far as outfits went - although John wasn’t entirely sure how useful it’d be in combat compared to his normal attire. With a shrug, he cast Observe anyway.

John frowned as he looked at that last detail. “Well, that makes going home a bit easier. I can explain away the tear in my top as me getting it snagged on brambles or something, but the bloodstains would have been a lot harder to get past my mom.”

Matilda nodded thoughtfully, her fingers drifting over the hem of the robe. “Guessing you don’t intend to just wear this home. It might be a little hard to pull off while you’re riding the bus.” She sighed then, stretching in a way that pressed her impressive chest even more firmly against John’s side. “Alright… what time do you have to be home? I’ll cook us lunch, but if you need to rush off, we should probably shower again first. If not… then still lunch, but before hand maybe we could kind of, sort of…” She blushed, one hand drifting down her side as she trailed off.

Her squeak of delight as John leaned in for a kiss, his hand sliding behind her to grope her ass, echoed through the room, before soft sighs and moans indicated to anyone in earshot that both lunch and John’s return home would be postponed for the foreseeable future.

Lunch ended up being an omelette, eggs and herbs neatly folded together and served with a drizzle of ketchup that made it look like something out of an anime. Matilda frowned as she ate, a somewhat petulant expression that eventually made John pause. “What’s up?” he asked, a forkful of egg halfway to his mouth.

“I wanted to cook something impressive for you, but my legs were all jelly after that last round and I wasn’t sure I could stand up long enough to do more than this.” Matilda pouted, her breasts shifting distractingly under the apron she’d thrown on over her otherwise naked form as a sole concession to the demands of hot oil. “And now you’re gonna think I’m just an average cook.”

John set his fork down, trying to hold in laughter before swallowing hard and wiping a tear from his eye. “Matilda, sweetheart, you’re a fucking idiot sometimes, I swear,” he said, failing to suppress a grin. “One, I already know you’re an amazing cook. Two, this is, like, the best omelette I’ve ever had. And three, even if one and two weren’t true, you cooked for me basically naked. I am trying my hardest not to wake up from whatever dream I’ve landed in right now.”

That earned an answering laugh from his girlfriend, the brunette’s pout fading into a soft smile as she watched him finish eating. Then she glanced at the clock and her face soured again. “What now?” John asked, one eyebrow raised as he too glanced over - it was late afternoon, nothing that he could see that would be worrying there.

“The last bus goes in an hour,” Matilda replied, sighing as she stood and took the plates. The wiggle of her bare backside drew John’s eye, and he felt himself half-stiffen as he took in the glistening sheen on her inner thigh, evidence of their earlier escapades. Her voice drew his attention back up, Matilda setting the dishes in the sink as she sighed again and repeated herself, “Eyes up here, John. You at least need a shower, and then we need to walk to the bus stop. Which means there’s basically no time for another round.”