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The Nose of the Cheshire Puss

Summary:

Luka helps out Bayonetta while she has gas and gets more than what he asked for.

"Cereza?" called a masculine voice.

Cereza stood in the corner of her room. She looked down, cupping her stomach in her left hand. She turned around to see who called for her. Luka Redgrave stood before the doorway, a concerned look on his face.

"Oh, it appears I've forgotten to close that door," the witch said, a little blunt.

"Is everything okay?" asked Luka. He rests his fingers on the doorframe.

"A minor stomach ache." She trailed her fingers across her midsection. "I can tolerate it."

"You sure you don't need any medicine or extra help?" Luka scratched the back of his head. "You seem pretty upset by it."

With her fingers still trailing along her stomach, Cereza stopped and thought; it had been a while since she'd flustered Luka. It had been even longer since Luka had a sense of what her stomach could do. If he was offering to help Cereza with something going on in her body, let him have it; give him a surprise.

Cereza took a step forward. "You know what, Cheshire? You can help take care of my stomach."

Luka's face turned beet red by the seconds. "Wait, seriously? "

"I mean it." Cereza crossed her arms. "I'll let you take care of my sore tummy for today."

Luka looked down and swallowed hard. He took a seat at the foot of Cereza's bed. His heartbeat filled his chest and stomach, rattling with a rapid beat. Luka tried to keep a straight face and his hands to his sides as Cereza approached him. They turned around and nestled their derriere on top of Luka's lap. Their rear lightly brimmed over his thighs like a pillow. His face started to warm up as he felt their cushiony cheeks against his thighs. Cereza straightened their back against him. He ran his hands up their big hips and up to their stomach. A little pouch pushed their shirt forward. Luka managed to wrap his fingers around it, cupping it in his palm. Cereza seemed very full of something . They smirked softly as Luka held their belly.

Luka began to rub up and down Cereza's abdomen. A glowing smile stretched across his face. He had never thought he'd have such close contact with such a pretty person. The pouch was a bit of a contrast to the flat midsection they usually possessed, but the more the merrier. Luka raised his other hand to cup Cereza's hip, and he ran his thumb up their thigh.

Luka let out a shy snicker, his face still hot and flustered. "How're you feeling now, Cereza?" The palm of his hand curved over her full stomach.

"A little more relaxed," she said. "Your hands have a good surface area."

Luka felt like melting. Too much was going on in a matter of what, a minute? Two? It didn't feel real. This could've all been some in depth daydream. Cereza could be completely lying to him right now. This could all just be a big ruse and she must be completely fine.

Luka pushed through his second guesses. He was genuinely worried for her, but this was also the first time in his life he'd ever been with someone like this.

Luka wanted to do more as he attended to Cereza. He could pull him in a little more, smell and kiss his shoulder, neck or cheek. He could rub a little more than just his stomach. All these tender, attentive thoughts flooded Luka's head, almost weighing him down. But Cereza trusted him for a reason. He couldn't just toy around with him, even in his arms, especially while he's sick.

Cereza had a variety of tricks up his sleeve and could drop Luka like a rock, and he never made Luka forget that.

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