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Carol always hugs her tightly when they see each other, especially after a long time spent apart, as if she was afraid Brunnhilde would disappear in the thin air right in front of her eyes.
The king rests a hand on the small of Carol’s back, and buries her other hand in the captain’s soft hair: she’s not going anywhere.
Their kiss is slow and gentle. With a soft moan, the captain melts in her king’s gentle hands cupping her face.
The air in New Orleans is warm. Hot, even, and Carol can’t stand it. She has yet to understand if that’s because it reminds her of her past and Maria, or if that’s because she just hates that kind of sticky and suffocating weather.
Summer is almost over, and that starry night is calm and surreal: fireflies are glowing in the semi-darkness and cicadas are singing at the moon. << Can you stay? >> They have to be quiet though.
Brunnhilde nods << right: you’re on nanny duty this week. A kid looking after another kid…who’s the responsible adult here, Goose? >>
Carol huffs. Do want to come inside, or not?
The king smirks << what is it, Marv? Thinking about doing dirty things on the kitchen table while the kid sleeps upstairs? >>
The captain rolls her eyes << not tonight, your majesty. >> Her voice is a husky murmur as she leans over the other woman << or ever, >> she asserts << we’ll do that when and where we can have some privacy. And time. >>
The king smirks. As you wish, my captain.
In the kitchen, Carol fixes two glass of sweet iced-tea while Brunnhilde goes to check on Kamala who, Carol tells her, is in the living room probably already asleep.
<< Marv, >> calls the king, leaning over the sofa << I think the kid is watching…inappropriate contents, >> she whispers.
Carol freezes. For a moment she’s actually worried Kamala might be watching something bordering on the pornographic: Muneeba would kill them both. << What are you talking about? >>
Maybe Kamala is just watching some sex and sexuality-related content, instead? Nowadays, kids can find anything on the Internet and it’s not like schools are doing much when it comes to teaching stuff about sexuality, so...
Kamala is asleep on the sofa in the dim light of a floor lamp, even though a YouTube video is playing, and she has her cat headphones still on. Goose is with her: she’s sleeping in the narrow space between the sofa and the girl’s knees, but she opens her eyes and stretches as soon as she hears footsteps and whispers.
Welcome to Petticoat & co | ASMR Retro Lingerie Shop (measuring, corset fitting, personal attention)
Moonlight Cottage ASMR
In the video, a sweet lady wearing a nice white shirt is talking and smiling gently at the viewer. She has a tape measure, and a pincushion on her wrist, like a seamstress. Behind her, there’s what looks like a shop…a lingerie shop, of course.
<< Oh, please: don’t tell me a corset can offend your sensitivity. >> Carol is tempted to remove Kamala’s headphones to allow the girl to sleep in a more comfortable position and not being disturbed by any sound, but she hesitates afraid of waking her up.
<< Not at all, my captain: I’d love to see you wearing one of these just so that I can unlace it for you, >> the king’s voice lowers, << or tightening it up, >> smooth and charming. << Well, not exactly one of these…I find that a deep shade of red, or a dark blue, would suit you better. >>
<< I doubt it would look any good on me. >>
<< I can be the judge of that, if you’ll allow me. >>
Carol sighs, pretending to be unaffected by the king’s words, as she tries to understands the meaning of the video Kamala is watching, or rather, listening. If she’s still listening, that is.
Measuring. Corset fitting. Personal attention.
Kids, nowadays...
<< What kind of sorcery is this? >> Brunnhilde is equally confused, and the two women look at the monitor with interest: they’re very curious about what the lady is saying, but they’re afraid of disturbing Kamala by mistake.
Finally, Brunnhilde decides that the young girl is not young enough to be sleeping like that, so she leans over the sofa and, with extreme gentleness, she lifts Kamala’s head with a hand to remove oh-so-slowly the girl’s headphones under Goose’s half- asleep and judging gaze.
The video ends and Carol stops the player as she reads the other titles saved in the playlist:
6 ASMR~ Roleplay: doing your make up for a business dinner 💄 (you work for S.H.I.E.L.D.)
Milkyway ASMR
7 ASMR | Real witch calms you down (shh, glass tapping, grimoire tapping, spell casting, keeping you company as you drift off)
Midnight cuddles
8 Asmr for when you can’t sleep (keyboard typing, wooden tapping, comforting words)
ASMR Treeoflife
9 ~ Bedtime stories ~ | ASMR. Tongue clicking, tucking you in & whispering Asgardian popular tales to help you fall asleep.
☆•Axe N’Roses ASMR•☆
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Kamala is still asleep, and Goose kneads her legs before changing position and falling back to sleep with a wide yawn.
The two women leave the room quietly after turning the light off.
<< Marv, when the kid wakes up remember to ask her what the hell was that thing. >>