<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=145616.msg6611025#msg6611025">Quote from: Starcry on 18-07-2012, 13:14:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>Have these people never heard of cleaning equipment before?</em> She thought to herself as she searched under the sink, which was semi full of washing up. Then as John asked what she was looking for she smacked her head as she went to turn round.<br/><br/>"Owie..." She complained, as on the second try at getting out she did, along with rubbing her head. "I was looking for a duster and air freshener..." She replied as she stood up, still nursing the top of her head. "The room I found to sleep in is really dusty and smells like no one has been there for a long long time..." She said, as she looked to John. "And I just can't sleep in a room like that. It's... well... not very nice." She said as she let out a soft sigh. <br/><br/>She then moved over to the other side of the kitchen and searched there. It was almost looking like there was no cleaner in the house. <em>How can they live like this?!?!</em> She thought to herself once more. <br/><br/>"I don't get it" The succubus continued. "Your room is nice, clean and orderly, but soon as I began walking down the stairs it's like I was walking into another reality..." She said as she got on top of a counter to search the top shelf of the cupboard she was searching. "A reality in which cleaning things don't exist."She mumbled to herself. "Sorry for the rant..." She said as she peeped at John from behind the cupboard door. <br/><br/>She then closed it before shuffling along to the next cupboard as she continued her quest for cleaning items. <br/><br/>This made no sense. There were plenty of cups, glasses, plates, bowls, cutlery and cooking utensils. But for some reason there were no cleaning items apart from washing up liquid and tea towels to dry with. These boys didn't seem to care about anything but washing and drying up. Then again, they could of just been storing the cleaning things somewhere else around the house...<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>John woke up with a pain in the neck - literally. For a few moments, he couldn't remember how he ended up in his uncomfortable position on the floor. He cracked his neck to either side while he considered his strange predicament. While it didn't seem to be the most pragmatic decision in hindsight - particularly because there were perfectly good, unoccupied rooms down the hall - he had offered his bed to the mysterious visitor that arrived last night.<br/><br/>Turning his head to the side, he tried to peek from his vantage point on the floor to see if she was still in bed. When his perspective didn't offer any help there, he shifted and turned towards the bed directly and came face to face with the demoness in question. For some strange reason, she had decided to give up the plush single-size bed he'd offered her and was now laying on her side with her head on a separate pillow on the floor. He started at being so close to her without warning, and even reacted instinctively by moving several inches away. But the look on her face was so serene that he found himself leaning back over, drawn to her presence in an all-consuming sort of way.<br/><br/>The succubus somehow found a way to look innocent as she slept; John blinked vacantly at the irony in that. He reached out a hand to lightly brush her lips with a fingertip and selfishly wondered what it would be like to kiss them for the moment his eyes lingered there. Still skeptical, though, he brought back his hand and watched as she slept for a few more minutes. He looked over her body in more of a curious manner than an out and out sexual inspection, though he never moved from his spot as he did so. He speculated over how she could possibly be comfortable sleeping with those wings - particularly on such a hard surface.<br/><br/>Soon, he heard signs of movement downstairs and knew it would be time to get up and start the day - and also that this strange gift of intimacy with the girl would soon be leaving him as well. Taking advantage of the last few minutes before he'd have to get back to the daily grind, he reached out and stroked the girl's wings once again - amazed at how natural they felt, all over again.<em>"I wonder ... how any of this is possible?"</em>He thought to himself. The reality of the situation was still far too fantastical for him to believe in his half-dreamlike waking state.<em>"Maybe I dreamed all those details from before. This can't be real... Do you think the horns will come off?"</em>With that... he slowly reached up a hand and grasped one of the girl's horns. A determined look came over his face while he gave them quite a tug. All of the reason within him screamed that they had to come off... it just couldn't be any other way... could it?