<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Iris_Heart_-_Hyperdimension_Neptunia_-_2x3_portrait_-_mischeivous.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Natsuki Akuzawa<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rooftop of a store building<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Second day, afternoon<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>School uniform<br/><strong>With:</strong>Biscuit<br/><br/>The tension quickly returned to Natsuki’s body, as the seconds ticked by and she was still stuck to Biscuit. How long would this last!? Normally it was over in under a minute, but one time she’d been stuck to a fellow thief for almost an hour! Her partner been livid, too – they managed to steal what they came for, but her partner blamed Natsuki for almost blowing it, and even accused Natsuki of faking being stuck, or deliberately making it last longer than necessary, as some sort of twisted plot against her. She’d never worked with Natsuki again.<br/><br/>Is that how Biscuit would react? First of all, how would he react to learning she was a freak? Even if he could accept that, what must he be thinking about the fact that she’d<em>adhered</em>herself to him. Would he believe it wasn’t in her control?<br/><br/>But that wasn’t the most pressing concern for Natsuki at the moment. The most pressing concern was that he was<em>moving</em>.<br/><br/><strong>“Ano~,”</strong>she said, in a soft, nervous whisper against his shoulder.<strong>“C-could you not…?”</strong>…<em>move</em>your body so much, she wanted to say. She could feel every beat of his heart, and every breath, through her chest pressed against his. And every time his muscles coiled and uncoiled against her, it sent ripples of… pleasure? No! Don’t think that!<em>Sensation</em>. It sent ripple of<em>sensation</em>racing through her body.<br/><br/>But as much as she refused admit it, she<em>liked</em>the sensation of his big, strong hands rubbing her back. She could almost melt into bliss at the sensation. And when he spoke, the rumbling of his voice felt through her chest made her― oh, no, no,<em>no</em>,<em>definitely</em>don’t think that.<br/><br/>And then, worst of all, he<em>lifted</em>her. That effectively pressed her against him even<em>more</em>while she was raised into the air. She blinded poked about with her toes desperately until she found his, but even after he lowered her weight, the lingering, pulsing<em>warmth</em>of the pressure of his body against hers lingered.<br/><br/>She squeezed her eyes shut and trembled slightly. Don’t think of it! Think of something else! Baseball! That’s it; think of baseball! Okay, the, uh, ball, goes down, uh centre court and, uh…. Okay, not baseball; think of something you actually know something about!<br/><br/>Ironically, it did the trick. The distraction was enough to calm her emotions. She wasn’t sure exactly when it happened, but suddenly she realized they were free.<br/><br/>She jumped back quickly, breathing hard. Just like when she dismounted his bike, her whole body was trembling, and she had difficulty standing. She had to bend over slightly, to catch her breath.<br/><br/><strong>“Okay,”</strong>she said, in a hurry to change the subject.<strong>“I think I know where your bike is from here. We only have to do this… just one more time.”</strong><br/><br/>She tried to look at him without actually looking at him, avoiding his eyes shamefully.<strong>“I― this time… I’ll… touch you… in a place where I would be touching you when we’re on the bike. So that… so that… when we go solid again… even if my hand is stuck to you, it will be okay; we can still ride and get away from the area.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“They… they won’t want the cops involved,”</strong>she continued, stammering and mumbling. She didn’t want them involved either.<strong>“If we just… slip away… they’d probably rather let it drop. So… so let’s just slip away. I’ll just… touch you… and… and float us down to your bike… then we can get on quickly… and get away.”</strong><br/><br/>She was too proud and stubborn to beg, but there was a pleading tone in her words. Would he<em>want</em>to turn her in? Or perhaps even leave her to the crowd? And even if he didn’t, would he want anything more to do with her at all? Would he consent to letting her touch him to make them intangible again? Would he let her touch him again<em>ever</em>?