Between Master and Servant

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     It was nightfall when the two returned to her mansion. After retreating from their fight with Caster, they returned to her two story mansion, where they would once again brainstorm an idea on how to beat her. Rin was reluctant to leave, but Archer had to put her safety first, regardless of her stubbornness. 

  The door flung open, the two soon entering. Still fuming from having being dragged from the battlefield, the twin-tailed master stood before  the stairs, watching the male that followed her. Her servant made sure to close the door behind him, his demeanor as cool as a cucumber.

"I can't believe you dragged me away from the fight!" She exclaims.

"And what could we've done against two of them?" The male shoots back with visible bass in his tone. The female folds her arms in response, her eyes squinting in annoyance.
"Even if we would've stayed and fought, who's to say we could've taken them down?"

"Some Servant you are. This is why I wanted Saber!"

"You always act like such a brat! You never think about anything other than winning! If I would've lost you, Rin, I--"

The anger in her eyes softened upon hearing him. A hint of red struck her cheeks, with her turning away to hide it from him. She wasn't going to let him see how his concern for her affected her.

"J-Just forget it, Archer! I'm going to bed now."

Ascending the staircase, Archer watched her--well, mostly the back of her--going up the staircase. He was aware that the tension was still high, yet he couldn't get enough of looking at Rin from the back. She may have been lacking in certain areas, but those legs, thighs and attitude were enough to drive a man crazy.

      Entering her room, he noticed his Master sitting before a mirror, the comb she held running through her black hair. She was wearing her night attire, a black nightgown that was just a bit past her finger length. Their eyes met for a moment, just for her close her eyes a moment later. She really did act like such a brat. But Archer had methods of straightening that out.

"So you're that mad?" He asks. "You can hold really hold a grudge."

The truth: Rin wasn't really mad. She only acted this way to get back at him for calling her a brat, which she was not. She may have expressed her disapproval in certain ways, but he had no right to insult her. Placing the brush down, she arose from her seat before the mirror and motioned towards the bed, throwing back the white blanket before climbing into it. It was much too massive for her to sleep in alone, and since a week ago, he was also sharing a spot in it.

    Archer sighed as he stood from his leaning position. Closing the door behind him, he soon got undressed, stopping once he was in his black trousers. Climbing into the bed on the other side, she had her back facing him. He moved close to close the space between them, his right arm snaked below her waist, his hand  between her thighs.

  Bringing his lips close to her ear, he then whispers softly,
"You can't stay mad at me forever, my little Rin."

   Upon feeling his hand betwixt her thighs, his fingers rubbed her exposed sex, his fingers rubbing her closed slit. Rin anticipated he would do such, explaining why she tried her best to not show any reaction. Though, while covering her mouth, she was getting red in the cheeks. Archer could feel her wetness coating her fingers, her labia majora slowly parting in response.