Chapter 12: 2-4: Go Away, No Lemons Here part 5

"You've been gone all day." Archer admonished, crossing her arms. "What, did you get lost on the way back?"

"Ah…" I coughed. "Not quite. I've been in the forge."

"I can tell." She deadpanned. "You smell of sweat and ash."

I shrugged. "I was planning on taking a shower, but it seems I've been ambushed."

Noa nodded in agreement, arms still tight around me as she buried her face in my chest.

"Have you two had dinner yet?" I asked, raising a hand to begin stroking her hair.

"No. We've been waiting for you." Noa mumbled.

"So what was your idea?" Archer said, refusing to budge from the topic. "You never vanish without checking in first unless you have an exciting new idea."

I shrugged, continuing to stroke Noa's head. "I just wanted to test something. I cross-referenced my personal Storage with the Guild Storage in order to figure out how to replicate the pocket dimension, then made a sort of… extended Storage. It's a bag that lets 'me' take from it, with 'me' being loosely defined as any being with at least 250 Levels and my Magical Signature. It's a way for me to securely pass orders or Items along to existing Shabti without having to send a message to each of them individually."

Archer blinked. "That sounds… really useful, actually. Why did you need your forge for that, though?"

I blinked. "I remade an old weapon to test the system with." I paused. "And I may have gone a little bit overboard with it."

"You? Going overboard?" Archer raised an eyebrow, fighting a smile. "Perish the thought."

I just laughed quietly, shaking my head. "Just go start dinner. I'll shower and be down in a bit."

Archer nodded, turning to do exactly that. "See you in a bit."

I waited a few moments after Archer left, but Noa still didn't let go. "…You should probably have a seat on the couch or something." I told her.

"Nope." She stated. "I'm showering with you."

"…Okay." I glanced towards the kitchen. "Does Archer know about this?"

Noa blinked. "I get shower sex if she gets to go first tonight."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"She knows."

"All right then." I ruffled her hair. "Let's go take a shower."

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"Impressive limp, there, Noa." Archer said lightly, setting down a stack of grilled cheese sandwiches. "Did you two enjoy yourselves?"

"You could've joined too, you know." I said, snagging a sandwich. "It is after dark."

"But then no one would've made dinner." She paused. "And I think we both know that once I get started you have to keep going until I'm out cold. If you tired Noa out before we even got into bed, I get more time in the long run."

Noa blinked, nibbling on a sandwich. "I still got shower sex."

"I know." Archer huffed, tail lashing. "I could feel it all the way over here. The entire house tastes like peaches now, you know."

I frowned. 'Peaches? Wha—oh. Oh. Archer said that lust tastes like that person's… well, I guess it makes sense she'd taste like peaches, all things considered.'

"It's all right, Archer-nee." Noa said blithely. "If you finish eating early, we can go have your turn next."

Archer nodded, then slowly lowered her grilled cheese. "You two are done?"

I glanced at Noa, popping the last bite of food into my mouth. "…Pretty sure so, yeah. Your food is always amazing enough to devour."

"Let's skip my meal, then." She dropped her half-eaten sandwich, picked up the plate of uneaten food, unceremoniously shoving it into the fridge. "Because to me, it tastes fucking disgusting. Ko, I expect to be full by the end of the night."

I raised an eyebrow. "Well, I can guarantee to stuff you, but that's about it."

"That's all I ask for." Archer grabbed Noa by the hand. "Noa, I apologize in advance for anything I do to you."

She blinked. "I don't mind."

"Good." Archer turned and proceeded to drag the Spirit upstairs. "Come on, Ko."

My lips quirked in amusement, and I followed them up the stairs.

The door clicked silently shut, and our nightly fun began once more.

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