Let's Play!

Smiling, more to herself, she wondered into the house, carrying the clothes upstairs and stretching as she wondered back down to check on her goldfish.... He was gone. Hit with a rather depressed moment, she sighed to herself and merely moved to dump the empty bowl out and place it in the sink, figuring she'd clean it later, wondering to go take her shoes from her master.

Lot had taken the shoes up to her room and dumped them on her bed. When he left and walked by the ktichen, he was completely shocked by what happened. He stepped on It!

Wondering downstairs a little while later, to her master, dressed in a sheer and satin robe, and wearing a pair of matching little silk silk slippers, she moved to her master, pout clear on her face before she stopped about three feet away, looking at her master and the thing upon the floor, not sure what it was.

It didn't happen very often that Lot was snuck up on - especially in his own home. This was an exception though. When he stepped on the thing, it had protested obviously. However, he hadn't moved his foot and had been talking with the ridiculous creature. He hadn't realized that Elizabeth was there until it was too late. Lot's head shot up and his foot jerked away.



"Elizabeth..." An orange furball suddenly zipped up, hiding behind Lot's pantleg of all places. It drug a broken shackle behind it.

"..... what is that?"



she asked slowly, pout still there, as her goldfish was gone, and she was upset.... It had been the first kind gift she'd gotten from her master.... she wasn't happy it was gone.

Lot sighed and raised his hand to the bridge of his nose.



"The monster that lives in the cellar." And that was all he said.

" Looks like a walking fuzzie..."



she said soflty, slowly moving to her master, and snuggling up to him, obviously not happy.



" My fishie is gone."

" Looks like a walking fuzzie..."



she said soflty, slowly moving to her master, and snuggling up to him, obviously not happy.



" My fishie is gone."

Lot looked down at her, not smiling and not returning the affections.



"I don't..." His nostrils flared and he shook his foot as the creature bit him. It slipped forward and rubbed up against the woman's ankle before darting away. It darted up to her again and then away.

Watching how he acted, she moved back from him, unhappy little look still on her face as she realized he didn't care and looked down before slowly moving back a bit more.



" I'll go to my room if you don't want me for something."



That was it, he'd polished off the last of all the brownie points he'd earned, and she was back in her room, trying to comfort herself in her new possessions, as best as possible while she realized that was currently all she could obtain.

It followed her. Apparently being discovered was the ego boost it needed. the little creature zipped around her room before hopping up and down on the bed, trying to get the woman's attention.

Turning, she looked over the thing, sighing inwardly,, kind of smiling.



" You know, I don't know why he hates you so... your simply like a little kid... always in things, and curious..."



She said softly, simply watching it for the time being, trying to keep from getting too depressed.

The little fuzzy guy jumped around, waving his tiny little arms. Then he seemed to give up and ran out.



It was a few minutes when the little guy came back at a normal speed. It wasn't a blur. In fact, he had a huge glass bowl with little shiny baubles in the bottom - things It had collected. And the bowl was filled with water. Oh. And one Moby. Yup. It had stolen Moby.

Looking to It, she smiled softly as she saw little Moby swimming about, not too happy, but perfectly fine.



" Oh, ...my... Thank you."



she said softly, looking to the fish in the bowl. This didn't help Lot a lick, but It was starting become a nice addition.



" You know, you need a name..."

The creature zipped around on the bed and then stopped, bobbling in place. It looked at her and squeaked out in a high-pitched voice.



"Tiki." It almost sounded like a hiccup. But then it was repeated.



Lot was currently sitting on top of a bookshelf in the library. Sometimes you needed to hide. Plain sight was a good option.

Smiling slowly, she looked him over.



" I'm Vicky."



she said softly. It was slowly becoming a ghost of a name. A pet name she'd earned from Kyle ..... She doubted he'd even thought about her once they'd dismissed her as gone/missing.....



Smiling, she wondered over to set on the bed.



" Do you talk?"



She asked slowly, considering the little creature.

Tiki bobbled around, plopped on its but, played with the shackle, hopped back up and zipped up on the bed.



"Vicky. Vicky. Vicky. Yup, Tiki talk. Only if supposed to. If Vicky doesn't like it, then no. Tiki don't talk. Nope. Not a peep. Well, Tiki sing. Tiki can't help sing."

Watching him, she smiled a bit more.



" do you sleep?"



she asked curiously, watching him a bit more, moving to put up her robe and slip into her sheets in her little lacey gown.

Tiki rolled around on the bed and the crawled up on top of her head. It was very fast. And it talked like that too.



"Uh... uh... uh... sometimes. Like... when Tiki feel like it. Tiki think... Yup. Vicky sleep. Lots and lots and lots and lots. Lot let Vicky sleep more than other girlies. So Vicky sleep waaay more Tiki."

" Lot doesn't really seem to like having Vicky around him that often. Vicky sleeps alot, because it's the only place she can go where things around here can't over run."



She replied softly, smiling as she snuggled down into her covers.

Tiki flitted around examining all the little things before sitting down in front of Moby's bowl.



"Vicky doing good. Vicky sleep all wanted. Tiki just watch fishy. Tiki like fishy."

" Fishy is named Moby."



She replied, smiling as she watched the small fuzzy creature, closing her eyes, surprised Lot ket something actually decent in the house... Oh wait, he didn't it forced it's way to staying here.

Tiki rocked back and forth, falling off of the dresser.



"Moby. Nope. Tiki don't like. Fishy. Tiki like fishies, not Mobies. Tiki gotta go. Lot coming." And it zipped away.

Looking confused, she moved to set back up in her bed, now setting on it, confused as to where it pulled Lot was coming from, as she didn't see or hear it, looking to the fish in the bowl on the floor. It had swiped her fish.... then returned it. Cute.

Lot watched Tiki streak by and sighed. He didn't even try to catch up with it this time. After all, as he had already admitted to himself, he was kind of fond of the nuisance. He opened the door to her room and just stood there.

Looking up at her master, she bit her lower lip lightly as she carefully shifted so she wasn't straight-up flashing him with her panties(Not that she hid much in her current outfit anyway) wondering why he bothered himself with her, if she was merely nothing but a bother. However, she did like his attention, and that being said, she moved after a while a bit closer to her master ( but still remaining on the bed), voice soft.



" Thank you, for today."



she said softly, not sure what else to say, as ' you know, strapping you down and doing as I please with you would be nice' or ' would you like to snuggle?' or even ' honry?' all seemed a bit far-fetched as she merely wanted his company right now.

Lot walked in a little bit further, glancing at the spot where her paints lay. It was a kind of curious habit nowadays. The man sat down on the bed with an absentminded nod. Then he stared at the woman for a good little bit.



"It bit me." He pulled up his pantleg and showed a rather impressive bite mark on the back of his ankle.

Smiling ever so sweetly, she moved and kissed the sore spot on his ankle, then moved closer to him, kissing his cheek, then lips lightly, nestling up to him ( Whether he liked it or not).



" I'm sorry... and it is Tiki."

The man gave her a little kiss back and then sighed.



"I know. And it seems that you've been talking to the squirt. It'll talk your ear off."

" I like Tiki."



She replied, moving to her master's lap, kissing him again, ignoring how the little gown rode up her legs, wrapping herself about him to feel perfectly content in his possession, not caring if she was being a bit....forceful.... she wanted full on attention... of varying kinds.

Lot gave an exasperated sigh and a half grin.



"You're sooo tiring." And he flopped back on the bed. "What am I going to do with you?" His eyes seemed to have a pretty good idea.

" If I'm too demanding, i really think you might want to consider working out more..."



she purred cutely, kissing him rather aggressively, not fully knowing how right she was, considering the fact if she wore him out, and he's supernatural.... that that was just impressive.

Lot kissed her back, rolling over so that he wasn't underneath her anymore.



"Ah, maybe you can help?"

Victoria looked up at him, smiling ever so cutely, moving to pull him down towards her.



" They say that this is one of the best work outs one can get."

Lot's eyebrows raised.



"Then maybe I should put on something more suitable."

" Like... Nothing?"



Victoria ventured, smiled at him, fingers already tugging at his clothing as she felt their bodies pressing intoxicatingly close to one another.

Lot grinned at her devilishly.



"I don't know. Let's try it." His fingers curled into the lacey fabric of her nightgown.

Victoria smiled, pushing at him to get his clothes off, paying too much attention to his, to care about her's, being a tad more forceful then normal.

Lot didn't seem to mind. But then again you had to consider the situation. It was like a gnat ramming the screen instead of bumping into it. The screen didn't care either way. Lot however, managed to declothe the woman.

Watching his clothes fall away, she smiled in personal satisfaction as her eyes roamed over the man laying atop her, biting her lip lightly as her eyes found his.



" How's it working for you."