Exotic

Exotic

Created by Phlie

Kat and Ester are my own characters and should not be used without express written consent from me.

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She was bent over, one leg propped up on the sink. She wore an anklet, but he couldn’t tell what design it had on it. Her long hair was pulled over to one side and hung over her shoulder. It was dark because of being wet and he vaguely wondered what color it was when dried. What really fried his young mind was that she was totally bare, except for the fine layer of baby oil that she was applying. Her body was so curvy and yet lean. His eyes were like saucers. She glanced up at him and smiled.

“Like what you see?”


Chapter 3 – Always At Attention


Nagi just stood there in the doorway. He couldn’t take his eyes off her and couldn’t make himself move, even though somewhere in the back of his head he knew he shouldn’t be there. He just couldn’t find the ability to break away. Ester didn’t even pause, just continued to drench her body with the oil. She never once looked back up until she was done. Putting the bottle back in her bag, she turned towards the still gaping boy. Walking over to him, hips swaying slightly, the older girl stopped just shy of pressing her body against his.

“You know”, she purred at him, “If you just stand there I’ll never get what I want.”

“Get what you want…” Nagi repeated. His brain ceased to function properly. His body, however, was responding on it’s own to her presence.

“I’m hungry”, she replied as she put her hands on his shoulders.

“Hungry…” Somewhere in the recesses of his mind he recognized the fact that he was acting like an idiot. He couldn’t stop behaving this way, though. This was the first time he had been so close to a women, let alone a naked and beautiful one. And now she had touched him. He almost instantly snapped out of his stupor, however, as two events coincided. His pants became painfully tight, and at the same time Ester pushed him back into his room. It wasn’t a forceful push, but it wasn’t the caress that his body had assumed it would be.

“Kat should have dinner ready by now and I’m famished. Why don’t you go ahead and help her set the table. I’ll be down as soon as I get dressed.”

She shut the door again before Nagi could blink, leaving him to ponder on what the hell had just happened. He managed to calm down enough so that he could go downstairs and face everyone without them guessing what had just happened. He waited a moment longer to solidify his composure, and then left his room.

* * * *

Schuldig straddled the arm of the couch. He sat that way when ever Crawford was in the room because he knew how much it pissed the man off. Their leader was very anal about most things. Keeping the furniture in pristine condition was just one of them. Nagi sat next to him, trying hard not to laugh. He was almost giddy with the situation he had been in just moments before. The German slowly started to rock back and forth, further agitating Crawford, who was trying to have a conversation with the cook. He had to admit that she was quite lovely, but she lacked the over confidence that would give her the attitude he needed. He thrived on women with attitude; he craved them like a drug. He was affected by men with attitude, hence his friendship with his ex-enemy, Kudo Yohji, but he didn’t like men. That didn’t stop him from flirting with anything under the sun. Well, anything but fat people. Somehow he just couldn’t stomach them, hence his disinterest in meeting Crawford’s cousin.

“Schuldig, if you break the couch, I am gonna take it out on your hide”, barked their fearless leader. Crawford had been driven to distraction by the redhead’s antics.

Schuldig just smirked. He knew which buttons to push and pushed with all his might. He was going to get Crawford to loose his cool, even if it took all night. He could tell that Brad liked the woman, so he changed his tactics and went for a touchdown.

“I know that you want my hide, Bradley, but do you think your little friend will get off on watching you bang me?”

That did it. Crawford shot out of the kitchen and was on his way to throttle the German. His voice could be heard all throughout the house as he screamed, “I do NOT want to ‘bang’ you! And don’t call me Bradley!”

“Oh, why do you always hate it when I call you Bradley”, Schuldig asked as he skirted away from the hostile man, almost tripping over Nagi’s feet.

“Maybe it’s because that’s not his name.”

All action stopped as three pairs of eyes darted to where the owner of the voice stood at the top of the stairs. Ester was dressed in a pair of black, skin tight jeans and a cornflower blue turtleneck with the word ‘Heaven’ printed across the front of it. Her long reddish brown hair was hanging down around her slim body like a protective shield. She didn’t pause there, but traveled down the stairs and into the kitchen. She didn’t give the three men a second glance. Reaching the warm kitchen, Ester took a deep breath in thru her nose. She loved the smell of Kat’s cooking. She didn’t know why they weren’t both fat, eating the way they did. Smiling at her friend, she grabbed a dish and brought it to the table.

“Brad, would you mind helping me”, called Ester.

Crawford let go of Schuldig’s jacket, which he had managed to grab right before Ester had made her appearance, and making a complete turn went in to help her and Kat with the food. That left the German to stand on his own, but he found that increasing difficult. He almost ran to the table so that he could sit down and not have to get up anytime soon.

I thought Crawford said she was fat!

Nagi got up from the couch and silently walked over to join the German. He was delighted to see that Ester’s hair was a beautiful shade of auburn. He had always loved red hair, but couldn’t stand the brashness of Schuldig’s hair or the almost dark pink of Aya’s. She was just perfect. That was the problem, though. He knew that Schuldig would want her and the German was the type of man that most women wanted. But she was special. If anyone could refuse the telepath, she would be the one.

* * * *

In the kitchen Brad was panicking. He had no clue that Ester would wear that type of clothes. They were a far cry from the droopy look she had worn for her trip. This was not a good thing, for now he would have to deal with Schuldigng ang after her.

“What the hell do you think you are doing”, he hissed in her ear.

Ester didn’t respond. She just looked towards Kat.

“This is Ester. This is how she is. I suggest you deal with it”, stated Kat as she flashed him a winning smile.

Brad was taken aback. If she hadn’t smiled he probably would have been livid by now and if she hadn’t spoken he would have been a puddle. As it was, Kat just shoved another dish into his hands and followed her friend back out of the kitchen. He stood there trying to figure out what to do or say and didn’t make a move until he heard Kat’s melodious voice calling out for him.

* * * *

Dinner went by fairly smoothly. The men at the table managed to glean information about the two beauties without even uttering a word. To be more precise, Kat and Ester ignored them as they caught up on what was going on in their lives. Kat really opened up when she was talking to her friend, and that made Crawford happy. But now dinner was over and Kat had gone back to being the silent, mysterious girl he had first seen in the airport. He had volunteered to help her do the dishes while Schuldig had volunteered to show Ester the rest of the house. He had started to express his displeasure with this, but Ester had spoken up first. She had agreed to his offer but had made a point to include Nagi, asking him to join the ranks of tour guide. Nagi nearly beamed at the attention, while Schuldig sneered at the boy.

Brad had tried several times to get Kat to open up a bit and converse with him, but the most he got from his questions was a simple yes or no. He couldn’t believe he was even having this kind of trouble. He wasn’t the most popular member of Schwartz when it came to the female population, but he had never had to work hard to get any woman he wanted. Now he was frustrated. She seemed to not want to have anything to do with him.

The group of wanderers came back into the living room and Schuldig was trying to get Ester to sit next to him on the couch. Instead she sat in Brad’s chair, not allowing anyone the pleasure of sitting next to her. Schuldig just smirked.

“That’s Crawford’s chair.”

“I am a Crawford”, she replied coolly.

That practically wiped the smirk right off of his face and onto Nagi’s. She was still surprising the housemates and Nagi loved it.

The male Crawford came out of the kitchen and noticed what was going on. Although he wasn’t happy with not being able to sit in his beloved chair, he was glad she had chosen the seat. It was the only way the German wouldn’t have been able to be close to her.

“Ester, I thought that since tomorrow is Saturday, I could take you out and show you around Tokyo. And I thought maybe Kat could join us.”

“I appreciate the offer, Brad, but Kat and already have plans…with Nagi.”

For the second time that night, three pairs of eyes turned to her. Nagi noted however, that Kat didn’t seem to be too surprised to hear the news. He looked away from her only to notice that the other two males in the room were now glaring at him. He just sat there, letting his usual uncaring mask take over. It wasn’t his fault that the girls wanted to spend time with him.


“Well, I need to go now. I’ll be here at 10 and we can begin then”, Kat said as she leaned over to hug her friend, giving Brad a nice view.

“Yes, we’ll be ready for you by then. Don’t forget the stash, either.”

“Of course not, it would be a pity to not bring it.”

Kat waved goodbye and let herself out as Ester stood and made her way upstairs. She didn’t even pause as she called over her shoulder…

“Aren’t you coming Nagi?”

* * * *

“I need a drink”, Crawford mumbled as he walked towards his study. Nagi had just shut the door to his room and that left him alone with Schuldig.

“Me too”, said Schuldig as he followed the precog into the room.

“I didn’t invite you in here”, replied Crawford, glaring at the redhead.

“Bradley, I need a drink as much as you do! Your cousin is driving me as wild as her friend is driving you!”

“I told you not to call me that”, he snapped back.

“Oh yah, so what is your name if it isn’t Bradley?”

“That’s none of your business. And just how the hell would you know that Kat is driving me crazy?” He was on the verge of yelling again and he didn’t want that. He poured two drinks and downed his while holding the other out to the German.

“Just because I can’t read Ester’s thoughts doesn’t mean I can’t read yours.”

“That’s right. Did you read anything from Kat that might be useful?”

“No, she must have learned some tricks from Ester. Oh, I have got to think of a nick name for her…Ester just won’t do.”

* * * *

“Nagi, did Brad tell you to sleep on the couch”, Ester questioned the boy while rummaging through her luggage to get her sleepwear.

“Yes.”

“Do you want to sleep on the couch?”

She had found the satin halter top and shorts that she was looking for and proceeded to undress. Nagi turned, wanting to give Ester her privacy. He had already seen her totally nude, but that didn’t mean he should look at her that way all the time, did it?

“Not really, but it’s okay. You are the guest and deserve the bed.”

He heard her moving towards the bed and then the rustling of the sheets. He turned at that point to find her half clothed and lying on his bed stomach down, his pillow being straddled underneath her. He hurried into the bathroom to change into his pajama bottoms. He had thought that he had the top as well, but he couldn’t find it. He hesitantly came out of the bathroom and tried not to look at the woman sprawled out on his bed.

“Looking for this”, she asked as she held out the top. “I’ll give it to you if you promise not to sleep on the couch.”

He was dumbfounded. Did that mean that she wanted him to sleep with her? He started hyperventilating. What was he going to do? He would die to sleep with her, to feel her skin accidentally brush against his, to have her warm body snuggled up against his. But if he slept in the bed with her, she would undoubtedly know how much she turned him on and then she would be disgusted by him…after all she was a woman and he was still just a boy.

“Breath, Nagi! I promise I won’t hurt you. I just need this. I don’t like to sleep alone.”

“Really? I mean, I guess I could sleep there with you if you really need me to.”

“Thank you, Nagi. You’re a sweetheart.”

He turned off the light and crawled into the bed with her, forgetting to retrieve his pajama top from her. It wasn’t important anymore.

“Oh, I guess you’ll want your pillow back”, she said as she handed it back to him. “I have one of my own anyway.”

He accepted the pillow and put it at the head of the bed, lying his head down on it. He thought to ask her about their plans for the next day but was suddenly hard as a rock when he realized that the pillow now smelled like Ester. His brain was working overtime now as scenes of the woman in various sexual positions flashed thru his mind. He drifted off to sleep wondering if she tasted as good as she smelled.


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