After about five minutes of putting your weight on Rea and you both struggling to move around in mostly silence, you catch a glimpse of the petite girl under your arm. Rea looks exhausted.
You can see a little bit of sweat building up on her forehead and onto her cute little brow. Her face is bright pink and she is slightly puffing out her cheeks as she strains to hold your weight with her petite body. She's even a little winded. Rea is genuinely attempting to help you, even dispute the fact that she's at least a half a foot shorter than you... and somehow you're still contemplating how to stick her cute, slightly sweaty, face down your throat. What is wrong with you? Can you even consider yourself human after that strain of thought?
Following those thoughts, you see a few practice rooms up ahead and begin to suggest stopping there. That way Rea could catch a breather and you could get your life in check.
"Hey, Rea, how about we stop in that open practice room down the hall? I feel really lightheaded suddenly. Like I'm about to pass out." You lie about that last part, but as long as this doesn't result in her entering your stomach, the details don't matter.
"Sure thing. I'm glad you gave me a heads up. It would have been pretty bad if you suddenly fell out." She looks up at you in the eye with a smile. You can tell she's even worse off that before and you realize that you've never been this close to her face.
You can see every little, adorable detail. Two of the big things you noticed, which you've never noticed before, were how green her eyes were or how flawless her skin looked. She's never seemed this pretty to you before. It was weird.
You both made it to the room shortly after that. She helped you down onto one of the large sofas and sat on one directly across from you. You guys both just ended up starring at each other. Neither of you could articulate what to say and both had an awkward smile and slightly rosy cheeks.
There was still a strange tinge of hunger in your gut, but it seemed had curbed itself. You've began to think it's partially psychological. Anyway, at this moment you were just looking at her. She had on slightly conservative clothes, but through them you could easily see what body type she had.
She was a little on the slim side. A really delicate-looking, pretty face that was framed with curly golden locks. A set of perky, B-cups. A thin waist, that flared out into a realistically proportioned set of hips and set of slightly toned--not mussily--legs. And although you couldn't see it at this moment in time, you had always admired how surprisingly full her butt was for such a petite woman. If you were to describe her in a few words, you would say a petite, golden-blonde elf or fairy--minus the pointy ears.
While you stare at Rea, she blushes heavily, then...
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