I didn't even notice this was public.  Sorry to spam
the list, but I'm getting multiple people "answering"
"my" question, so for the record...

--- Ryan Smith <obliviane@hotmail.com> wrote:

...which is exactly what I thought on
seeing you posting to the FFML.  ^_^;

This part is mine.

i think its a shame that ffn is so..
sperated from raac.

This, and the rest of what he quoted, are someone
else's.  Identity unknown to me - and would be
withheld anyway, it being private email.

And, yes, just about anything can be turned into a
fic...  (Lime warning.)

---

Ten minutes later, Priss could still not decide
whether to be annoyed, angry, embarassed, amused,
turned on, or simply flattered.  She had stopped by
Nene's apartment just as Nene fled to the bathroom,
her face beet red.  While waiting for her to get back,
she happened to glance at an open text window on her
computer.

It was a chat window, connection closed but the text
still there.  Apparently she had been messaging
Mackie back and forth.  Priss knew they had been
sharing their hentai sides with each other, much to
the relief of the other Knight Sabers since it cut
down on Mackie's peeking - or, at least, focussed most
of it on the one member who had started to encourage
it, even if she still occasionally put up a show of
being outraged.

But this...Priss had seen roleplays before.  She had
even participated in a couple, in her more curious
days.  But they were tame affairs, totally unlike the
message-sex fest that now made her unblinking eyes
water.  Even that would not have been so bad; what
really squicked her was that they had been playing
mainly as Priss, Sylia, and Linna.

A few strands of logical thought informed Priss of
the likeliest reason why Nene was still in the
bathroom.  Stepping up to the door yielded more
evidence, in the form of heavy breathing from the
other side.  "Nene?"

More breathing.

Priss smiled, and mustered up the sexiest torch-singer
whisper she could utter.  "Sweetling?"

"...eep!  Y-you *saw*...?"

Amusement reigned as Priss reached for the door
handle.  "I saw.  I must be slacking if you think I'd
tire out that quickly."

"W-well, Iii..."

She slowly turned the handle.  "Maybe I should show
you just how much stamina I have."

"MACKIEWROTETHATDON'TBLAMEME!!!"

"But you're *here*, and he's not...Sweetling."

The expression on Nene's face when Priss opened the
door, slinked up to her, and pecked her on the lips
would remain among Priss's treasured memories for a
long time.  As would Nene's subsequent faint.

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