Resolution [Ami]

((Continued from Out Shopping.))

One might say that Amelia Figaro had been a bad mood since earlier in the day. Distracted and dismissive in attitude, she was certainly acting out of character for the most part. And as the evening came to pass, there looked to be no real halt to whatever the blonde haired heiress had been concerned about. Only one other person would have some idea as to what did concern her, but whether they would acknowledge it or not was another story. Nonetheless, Amelia had gone about the rest of her day in a mix of tedium and thought that made some of the maids start to worry about their mistress.

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Amelia took a deep breathe and sighed. The sunken feeling she felt earlier in the day had never really gone away. And as much as she wanted to do something about it, for once her mind had gone blank. How did she deal with this situation? What would get her the result she desired? So many questions filled her mind, but no answers ever felt forthcoming. Even as she walked to her bedroom to retire for the evening, the troublesome thoughts filled her mind. Surely tonight would be a restless one.

Her bedroom was a large and impressive one, decorated with fine amenities and a few of the paintings that she had made over the years. A large canopy bed served as her place of sleep with a certain place reserved for another individual that she allowed to sleep in her room. The blonde casually walked over to her walk-in closet, changing out of the clothes she'd worn that day and into a nightgown. After a moment, she would walk out to see someone else in the room as well.

Yes, they could certainly forget about what happened... That was the correct option, wasn't it?

Ami, once the two had gotten home, simply continued about her duties as she would have on any other day. Naturally this meant she was in uniform again, albeit with the addition of a little collar around her neck; why she still wore it, she was not entirely sure. Maybe she felt like removing it would have been a gesture of negativity toward her mistress, given the circumstances in which it was placed on her, and such a gesture after a situation like that would likely have been taken a tad personally.

In spite of all her taunting, Ami never actually intended serious insult or harm.

Pursuing a return to normal routine, the dark-haired maid was, at present, delivering a small pile of clothing that she was given to repair; the end of her official duties tonight, after which she would likely retire for the evening. She was standing at the foot of Amelia's bed, setting the little pile down for proper folding when Amelia emerged from the closet, prompting a side-glance from the servant girl. Well, if they were going to go back to normal, there was only one way to greet.

"Perhaps these clothes would not need repair so often if you'd be more careful with your diet, hm?" Ami said, visible brow lifting and mouth curving into a grin that completed her innocently-devious expression. "Not that I mind, of course, handling such intriguing pieces."

Lifted up from the pile and held out for display, of all things, was one of Amelia's bras.

Amelia could hear a slight jingle with each of Ami's movements. And as the maid lifted her head, there she could see the collar still. But what did it really mean now...? Her attention was quickly focused elsewhere however as Ami began to speak and even held up one of Amelia's own bras. Now if that wasn't a rather unique reminder of earlier...

The edge of Amelia's lips twitched as she strode over to her twin-tailed maid. Snatching the bra from her hand, she calmly looked down at Ami with a neutral expression. "And what other intriguing pieces might you be talking about?"

Ah, good. Now things seemed like they were getting back to normal.

With a light chuckle, Ami released the bra--or rather, had it taken from her--and turned back to begin folding the pile in front of her. "Well, nothing really stands out on its own," she said, swiftly folding up a blouse and setting it aside with fluid, practiced motions. "They lack the genuine heart and effort put into their creation that makes an item of clothing unique, and there are clear flaws in stitching and fabric choice that, in my opinion, is the work of an amateur..."

Rather than lifting up the next piece on top, the maid spent a few seconds digging into the pile, as if searching for something specific. "Often times, however, 'tis not the item itself that is attractive, but rather the picture of it being put to use." When her hand finally retreated, Ami pulled out the matching bottom to the bra that her mistress had snatched; Japan's term for it was "pantsu," was it not? "Therefor, the true allure of any given piece is in imagining what one would look like wearing it..."

Upon that statement, Ami gave the underwear a gentle toss, right at Amelia, and continued working on the pile.

Ami's words... Did she even realize what she was stirring up in Amelia right now? The blonde said nothing for a time, watching her dig through the pile of clothing before pulling something out and tossing it at her. With an instinctual reflex, she reached up and grabbed at the article of clothing before looking at it properly. Oh... Well then.

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Imagining what one would look like wearing it... Hm?

There was only so much that Amelia could take. This day had worn down upon her like no other. And the teasing combined with the admittedly frilly underwear that Ami had plucked out lit a fire within Amelia that burned even brighter than before.

"Why imagine? When you can see it for yourself?"

Amelia bent over slightly and grabbed at one of Ami's arms before dragging her up to face the taller woman. "I never did get to finish what I started earlier. And this time, there is no one to stop me." She dragged Ami over to the side of the canopy bed before shoving her down atop it.

"I'm not letting you run..."

That's what it was. That's what it had been. Simply running, avoiding the subject. But no more. Now she was going to face it. And whether or not Ami liked it, she was going to have to face it too.

"Well, imagination is a powerf-" Ami started. Banter such as this was common between them, and she expected it to continue like it had, but evidently her mistress had other plans. The heterochromatic maid squeaked quietly as she was grabbed, pulled and spoken to once again, visible brow arching upward as Amelia declared the exact opposite of what was expected. Oh, dear. This was happening after all.

Dropping the piece of clothing she'd previously been folding, Ami soon found herself being dragged around to the side of the bed and pushed down on top of it. She blinked in confusion a few times once she landed with a gentle "poof" against the blanket, and only after a few seconds of processing did she attempt to sit herself up. "S-Such a kidder you are, mistress Amelia..." the girl replied with a nervous smile, assuming, perhaps, that her mistress had decided that this was an appropriate revenge-teasing method. It had proved effective in that dressing room, after all...

Sliding carefully to the side, as if about to try and stand up, she added, "Ahem... Well, I believe I should get back to work, hm..?"

"I'm not kidding."

Amelia shoved the smaller girl back down onto the bed once more. Right before beginning to climb onto it herself. With knees on either side of Ami's body, she pretty much sat down upon both of Ami's legs before leaning forward. One hand came to rest beside the maid's head while another traced across her jawline with a manicured finger. Her head bent down and placed a kiss upon Ami's neck, right above the choker that she wore.

"I've wanted you for so long, Ami."

The same words as before, that same statement that she had said before. There was no containing these feelings. No more interruptions that could prevent her from showing her darling maid just what it was that Amelia really thought of her over the years.

"All this teasing... I can't do it anymore. I want you. I need you."

Every other word she placed another kiss upon the Ami's neck, slowly working her way up to the ear she'd nibbled on earlier, giving it another nip.

A subtle "eep" sound came forth from Ami's lips as she was shoved back down and, in a matter of seconds, pinned by the taller girl sitting atop her legs. It was about time for the blush to return to her face as it had in the dressing room, all the more so when her mistress leaned down and began to plant kisses on her neck. Composure had been lost again, and rather quickly at that. If this really was Amelia's attempt at revenge teasing, it was definitely working.

"M-... Mistress..?" replied Ami, squirming slightly underneath the blonde as her neck was kissed and, soon after, lightly cringing at the nibbling on her ear. This pretty much settled it; there was no chance of them forgetting that dressing room incident, or this one for that matter, ever happened. Yet, despite Amelia's obvious refusal to take no for an answer, Ami felt it necessary to respond: "A-Are you... feeling alright..? This is so sudden of you, and I..."

Shifting her gaze to the side and downward, Ami shifted in place a little, lightly twitching with each nibble. It probably didn't matter much if she said this or not, but: "... I-I don't know if I'm ready for something like this..."

"No, I'm not. And you're responsible."

Amelia briefly responded to the question before slowly coming to a halt in her actions. She raised her head to look at Ami's face. Her gaze was everywhere but Amelia's face, looking for a way out. The crimson blush from earlier had returned to her face and all the bluster or composure that Ami usually possessed was far and away out the window. More than anything, even more than embarassment, what colored her words were nervousness. Unsurety filled ehr voice as she weakly voiced her doubts.

"Ami... My precious Ami... You will never know if you don't take the chance." She chuckled lightly and began to smile. A genuine one rather than the usual predatory smirk that she gave. Her voice was filled with the same sensual tone from when she had given the smaller girl her choker as well. "Look into my eyes." She would wait until the heterochromatic orbs of Ami's eyes looked into the violet pools that were her own. And then she would lower herself once more, placing a kiss upon Ami's looks in the same manner as earlier that day. A kiss that wasn't simply teasing, but filled with actual passion and feeling.

It was only a matter of time before the subtle blush on Ami's face finally made red the predominant color in her expression. She hugged her arms to her chest, squirming uncomfortably against the blanket she was pinned to, finding it difficult to make eye contact even when ordered to do so. She did manage to stare back into her mistress' eyes for a short while, stunned into silence, unable to speak.

The next sound to come from her mouth was a muffled, reactive "mmf" as their lips finally met, not unlike how they had in the dressing room before. Ami cringed lightly, her squirming lessened a bit, and her soft sounds that were muffled by her mistress' lips seemed like protests. Like she said, she didn't think she was ready for something like this; she hadn't sorted out whether or not she was alright with it. Thus, her response was naturally to attempt to decline.

So eventually, after a few seconds of her voice being unable to call out, Ami lifted her arms and pressed against Amelia's shoulders. She was clearly trying to push the taller girl off of her, but the size and strength difference here was quite a lot; there wouldn't be any success if Amelia didn't allow it.

Ami's heart was understandably racing. It seemed like Amelia was still not taking no for an answer, but how far would she take this..?

The mistress of the mansion was not stopping now. She sought to deepen the kiss, her tongue prying apart Ami's lips to slither in and tangle together with Ami's own. As she felt the pressure upon her shoulders, her arms shot up to grasp at Ami's wrists, pulling them outwards before pressing them down onto the blanket of her bed. Her grip tightened all the while, turning painful in her grasp.

Her heart was beating like a war drum, her mind set on a path that it would be deterred from. Shifting her position slightly, Amelia began to press a knee into Ami's stomach, applying pressure to keep her from squirming too mightily. She wasn't letting her get away.

Amelia always got what she wanted. And her little kitten was what she'd always wanted. Such a disobedient pet needed to be punished.

"Mm-... Mmm..!"

Ami's voice, in her protests, grew louder as her wrists were grabbed, pinned and squeezed. It was pretty clear that her mistress didn't care much for whether or not she was causing pain, as usual; a strange mix with the sensation of their lips against each other's, and soon the maid's voice was stifled even further by the tongue invading her mouth. Her eyes cringed slightly more when a knee began to press against her stomach. That made it difficult even to squirm properly.

Regardless, Ami continued in her attempts to squirm; increased them, even. It was a definite fact that she couldn't stop Amelia from taking what she wanted, even while struggling in such a manner, but still Ami could not help doing so. It was a new and unfamiliar situation, after all... Her head turned, attempting to break the kiss, and her arms tried to pull themselves away from the hands that tightly gripped her wrist--all the while she kept trying to speak, unable even to do that at the moment. Her legs, in the meantime, began to kick, as if she were trying to throw the much taller girl off of her.

No use. Amelia was in total control of her pet, and said pet couldn't decide whether or not she was on board with it...

Amelia's hands moved Ami's arms to above her head, switching control of both wrists to one hand as she did so. Ah, the way she squirmed and tried to run, it was cute, it was pathetic, it was delicious. The blonde's prized pet could struggle all she liked, it only made Amelia more excited as Ami vainly tried to escape her.

The hand that had been freed began to descend south towards Ami's torso, starting to remove her clothing. When Ami practically threw her head to the side, Amelia let her go. The blonde eyed her precious kitten, licking her lips as she did so. Her desires were loose and free.

As Amelia did so, her hand began to practically rip the clothing off of Ami's body. "I said it earlier... I liked you out of clothes better..." A wry chuckled escaped her lips before she dipped back down. And then Amelia bit down, hard enough to leave a lasting mark upon Ami's neck just above the collar she'd bought for her cute little pet. Again and again she bit down and made more marks that would show the world she was taken by someone else. Perhaps she'd even get Ami a proper nametag with Amelia's name on it so that people would know who it was that left those marks. Who it was that owned her.

It was quite a testament to the difference in their strength that both of Ami's hands were so effortlessly pinned by only one of Amelia's. She managed to break the kiss, apparently, but that was the least of her worries now; the big concern at the moment was the hand that moved downward and began rather forcefully tugging against her uniform. That was a pretty obvious gesture, even without being coupled with her mistress' words. And with the maid still pinned, it was coming off pretty easily.

"M-Mistress, w-wait..!" Ami protested, now that she was able to. She was silenced once again when she felt a sudden pressure on her neck, prompting a slight, painful groan as she bit her own lip. It wasn't just one bite, even, but several, and they were all sure to leave their marks. Struggle as she might, though, there was no stopping Amelia, and with the two of them locked away in the blonde's room, there was also no chance for interruption this time.

What did that mean? It meant that, regardless of whether or not Ami wanted it, this was going to go as far as Amelia wanted it to.

But she didn't wait. Amelia had enough of waiting. Now she was acting. And as her hand finished undressing the smaller girl from her maid uniform, Amelia was ready to press things as far as they could possibly go.

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Her arms wrapped around the smaller frame of the girl beneath her and pulled her close. A loving and affectionate embrace. Amelia sighed with no small amount of happiness, even as she felt like she was about to collapse into unconsciousness from what they'd done. Pulling the blankets over the two of them, Amelia was quite content for one night. She placed a kiss upon Ami's lips one more time before saying the words that were on her mind all day.

"I love you, Ami."

That was... certainly unlike anything Ami had ever experienced before. She was beyond embarrassed, really, and had settled into kind of a daze, limply resting within her mistress' embrace and attempting to calm her still-racing pulse. With her bangs situated to cover both of her eyes, which were closed at this point in a very sheepish manner, she took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and tried her very best to process the four-worded sentence that was just spoken to her. If it weren't for such frequent doses of pain, she would have assumed it was all a dream.

Another thing she couldn't answer. At least... she thought so at first, but if it were anyone else, she'd have long since rejected them outright. That said something on its on, didn't it..? As difficult as Ami was, Amelia still chose to keep her around. The blonde had given her a home, a life, many other things that she might not have had otherwise... It may well have been inevitable that, some day, at some point, Ami timidly muttered the following:

"I-I... I love you, mistress... Amelia..."

The dark-haired girl settled in place underneath Amelia, still and silent, making no moves to protest their post-experience embrace as she had for a good duration of the experience itself. There wasn't much else to say or do, and even if there was, Ami was too tired to say or do them. With her eyes closed and her slim form encapsulated by the warm hug of her mistress, was there any other course of action available to her besides simply drifting off to sleep?

If so, she didn't know what that was, and drift toward sleep she did.

There...

There were the words that she'd wanted to hear.

They brought a smile to her face, a warm fuzzy feeling in her chest, and most of all, the loving content of having her beloved pet maid in her arms. Without much else to say or do, the taller woman cuddled together with the sleeping girl in her arms and passed into a content sleep herself.