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It was early in the evening when Kafka decided to drape herself over you. You were just simply relaxing on the couch, playing a game on your phone when she sauntered up to you and practically fell into your lap. The couch shifted from her sudden weight as she threw her legs over yours, squishing herself into your side as she peered over to look at your phone screen. You could see her reflection on the screen and the subtle purse of her plump lips told you in an instant that she wanted something. You did not even have to ask; she would let you know what she desired. She idly curled a lock of your hair around her finger, her gaze lidded as her lips parted around a sultry purr of your name.
"Dearest" she said, her voice barely above a breathy whisper. "Would you so kindly do my nails for me again? I adore how you paint them."
She kissed the wisps of your hair that weaved around her slender fingers, her nails sharp like daggers as she playfully wriggled them in your line of sight. A soft hum bubbled up your throat as her cloying words sank deep into your bones, ringing in your ears like a chime from a shimmering bell. You nodded in response to her words, head already feeling giddy at the thought of painting her nails again.
"Sure, just let me go get my kit."
You leaned forward and pecked her on the cheek, a soft chuckle breezing past her lips as she purred like a contented cat. You put your phone to the side and gently tapped her legs. She moved and allowed you to wriggle out from underneath her so you could fetch the nail polish. You were only gone for a moment before you wandered back to her, a small box in your hands and a beaming smile stretching your lips. You dragged a small, wooden table in front of Kafka, getting her to rest her hand upon it as you sat down on the other side. You started to rummage around the box, bottles of nail polish softly clicking together as you dug around.
"What colour do you want?" you inquired.
Kafka hummed in thought before she shrugged. "How about you decide."
You nodded as you picked up a few bottles of purple and pink from the array of colours littering the box. A small noise rumbled in your chest as you brought the different bottles close to her face, trying to best match the magenta colour of her lipstick. Once you were satisfied that you found one you put the others away only to pick out one of bottles of bright, glittering polish.
"I think I'll do two coats" you mused as you started to shake the bottle of nail polish. "I'll put the magenta as the base and the glitter as the top coat. How does that sound?"
"Suits me just fine."
You smiled in response as you popped the lid of the bottle and set about your task. Kafka's nails were always immaculately manicured, not a single chip in her long nails and always sharpened like the claws of a predator. They were the perfect canvas to paint as you started to apply the coat of nail polish. She sat perfectly still for you, eyes shimmering in amusement and a coy smile tilting her lips as she watched you concentrate. She could paint her own nails if she wanted to, but it wasn’t the same as when you did it. You were always so delicate with her, not a single mean bone in your body as you applied the nail polish with such a softness that she barely even felt a thing. She offered you her other hand when you asked for it and continued to watch you work with mild fascination. You were good at what you did and it was obvious with every single stroke of the brush. You were wearing a bright smile once you were done with applying both coats, allowing Kafka to have her hands back.
"Done!" you exclaimed.
Kafka held her hands up to the light, admiring the way her nails shimmered and sparkled like jewels.
"Well done" she praised.
Before you could put the nail polish away, she snatched both bottles off the table, an expectant look in her eyes as she gestured to you.
"Now, it's your turn. We need to match" she cooed.