>>5911571>>5911505>>5911502You decide to spend some more time taking care of Etsy. You’re sure she could survive just fine without you for a couple of weeks, but that doesn’t mean that ignoring her when she feels like this is a good idea. As usual, simply being here for her isn’t enough, and neither is showering her with positive attention until she feels better. She’s the type to think that all compliments are just lies, and to interpret any criticism in the worst way possible. Be kind, but not patronizing, be strict, but not too pushy.
“Uhm, c-can you make pizza again?” Etsy says as she checks the missile defense system set up in the attic—because you apparently have one of those.
You tell her that you’ve already made pizza two times this week, and that there needs to be some variety in her diet.
“U-uhm, y-yeah, but what if I could, uhm, make it up to you, you know, like, uhm...” She stumbles over her words, taking great care to make sure you can’t get a good look at her face from behind.
Oh, this isn’t about pizza at all. Sometimes, when she sees you being rather strict about something, she’ll try to goad you into doing it for “favors”. It’s a rather roundabout way for her to check if she’s still attractive to you, as she sometimes thinks you’re just ‘pretending’ to like her that way. But if you’re willing to do something you normally wouldn’t in exchange for sex, then it proves to her that she’s actually worth breaking some rules over.
Honestly, you wish she didn’t need to go through all these mind games, but it’s not like she can read your mind either, so you decide to go along with it. You tell her that you’ll make pizza, again. You’ve been cooking so much recently that you’ve started using magic in the process. It’s good practice, if anything.
You both eat as you watch some random anime. She’s really liking the pizza, although you can tell that’s not what she’s thinking about. Her eyes go back and forth between you and her now empty plate. Suddenly, she gets up from the sofa and starts slowly walking out of the living room.
“Sorry, Uh, I have to go back to work now, y-you know, uhm, stuff.”
You roll your eyes, she’s not very subtle, but in that case that’s a good thing. You get up, and before she can leave, you grab her waist from behind, whispering in her ear that she still owes you something.
“I did say t-that you could ask for whatever you want, right? Guess I forgot...”
She didn’t even say ‘whatever you want’ before, but you’re certainly not going to correct her. Your hands are already under her shirt, slowly moving up to her chest, and after a tight squeeze, she crumbles in your arms. The next half hour is exactly what you’d expect, your only regret being that you now have to clean the living room along a few broken plates. You'd say it was worth it, though.