Something New for a Devil (CSM, DenPower)

🍋 - Something New for a Devil

May the lord forgive me for this one. :)

Power laid on the floor of her room, starfish-style, with nothing resembling an article of clothing to be seen anywhere on her person, in other words butt-naked, trying to absorb the cold wooden flooring into her skin.

The air was absolutely sweltering outside, and more importantly, inside the room and the apartment.

Air conditioning apparently was not an idea Aki had thought of humoring in this damn box.

The relief provided by the floor was short lived, making it sticky with her sweat instead and increasing the humidity of the room tenfold.

It was as if she was boiling up inside in addition to the scorching hot weather outside. A heat she hadn't felt before, that was spreading out of her core and making her life at the moment unbearably miserable by cooking up her entire body inside and out.

This feeling had begun to arise inside of her ever since she had made good on her offer to Denji a few weeks ago.

During that time, the two had really grown close and Power understood their relationship was something special, and so she wondered whether these feelings were something similar to the bond she shared with Meowy, the warmth enveloping her chest each time she held the plump cat or just thought about the cute kitty.

But there was something different about the way her body reacted to Denji. Well not all the time, just sometimes, when she'd catch him staring at women's, her's and others', bodies a bit too long to consider platonic, which made her even more confused as to why it happened only occasionally.

It would often happen when Power's mind idly drifted to that evening, in the bathroom, letting Denji fondle her chest as a reward for saving Meowy - and herself from getting persecuted by Makima and top knot,  as she had promised him.

Power had already tried to find out where this feeling was coming from, or more specifically, what caused it.

Touching and squeezing her own chest didn't really do anything, so it couldn't be that, right?

The sensitive nubs in the middle were, well... sensitive. She felt a little tingly but it didn't cause her the same overbearing heat that thinking of Denji doing the same to her caused.

So the problem here was Denji, then. As always, ever since she came to live with him and Aki.

Therefore, because the blood devil wasn't someone who'd just relax and sit back while an issue became a bigger problem, like now, but that's not her fault. It's not like she can just will the blistering summer heat away. So she painstakingly peeled herself off the now warm floor and went to leave the room, until she realized she would probably get hit in the face with a pillow if she was seen walking around the house without an article of clothing on her.

"Hpmh, these feeble-minded humans."

Power threw on her red shorts and a white tank top and began searching for the boy, not needing to look further than the living/dining room area, where she found the troublemaker in question shirtless, in nothing but blue striped boxers, draped across the low dining table, lazily flipping through some magazine on the table while licking a popsicle.

Wait what?!
A popsicle!?

"Hey! Where did you acquire that popsicle, imbecile? Hand it to me this instant!"

Power lunged at Denji, trying to snatch the cold, deliciousness away from him.

"Huh?! No way! I ain't givin' it to you, damn devil. Get your own!"