To Top it Off

Etta wasn't quite ready to be finished. After all, she only got to be the lookout, unlike her sister who actually got to be the one to do something. It wasn't fair for her not to get a turn, so she did the only thing she could think of: she took the scissors out of her sister's hand and knelt down, just as her sister had, looking Marinette's sleeping form up and down, leaving her sister to stand watch.

Etta saw a couple potential targets. The first, and most easily accessible one, was the straps of Marinette's tank top, the only thing that would keep her top from falling. The other target, Etta had almost not noticed, but when looking down Marinette's body, now that her sweatpants didn't cling to her anymore, the faintest hints of her panties came into view. All the possibilities spun around in Etta's head. She was conflicted. On the one hand, Ella had already snipped off Marinette's drawstring, so if she went for Marinette's panties now, her sister might think she was copying her. On the other hand, after a thorough lookover of Marinette's top and noticing two slightly protruding bumps, Etta was pretty sure the older girl wasn't wearing a bra...

Etta bit her lip, casting a glance at Ella for some input, only to see her twin anxiously fidgeting in place with her focus on their sister's door, not wavering. Etta bit her lip harder. She needed a decision now or they would get caught, she was sure of it. So she did a very quick "eeney, meeny, miney, moe," to get her answer. And she had her answer: the tank top. Etta reached forward, very carefully with the scissors. She snaked the front of the scissors around the first strap, her hand starting to tremble slightly, before she recollected herself and squeezed on the scissors. They cut through the strap with ease, and it fell limply onto Marinette's shoulder. Etta let out a breath she hadn't even known she was holding, looked to her sister for confirmation that they were in the clear, and moved onto the other strap. The scissors cut it just as easily. Satisfied, Etta stood back and took in the sight once more.

"What do you think?" Etta whispered.

"I think we did good," Ella nodded. "But it feels like we're forgetting something." She cupped her chin in her fingers and Etta did the same. They paced back and forth in front of the couch for a few moments, looking Marinette up and down to see if she could make them remember. It wasn't until Etta's eyes fell upon Marinette's bag, sitting right next to the couch, that she did. Marinette hadn't come there in her pajamas, she changed into them once she arrived! Which, of course, meant those clothes she had on earlier must be in her bag. The twins' eyes locked once more, the twinklings of mischief readily apparent. They knew just what they had to do. After all, where was the fun in letting her get dressed right away?

Etta unzipped the bag, slow and steady, careful not to make a sound. Sure enough, once it was opened, she immediately spotted Marinette's signature outfit, as well as her bra, just sitting there in the bag. She knew if they wanted to have a little fun, they would have to do something about them. Casting a glance to her twin, she whispered: "I'll be right back," before she scooped up the clothes and ran off. She returned to see her sister patiently waiting for her. When their eyes met, they could tell they were both content with their work. No words were necessary. They both simply made their way for their bedroom, excited for what tomorrow would bring.