Good girl. I knew you could do it. Proud of you.

How was it? What was her name? How did you do it? Did she have a cock? Did you get her contact on Prism? 

Hannah's left thumb dances across her phone screen, tapping out her message one-handed with the dexterity only someone used to type-fucking has.

So many questions! It was lovely. Kumi, I didn't get a last name or her contact info. I got on top 'cause she did have a cock. I felt like being in control after all the time without you. It was easier to be vulnerable if I got to be in charge. 

She pauses. 

I kind of regret not getting her contact details, honestly. She was kind of sweet. A little shy. Not used to Heart. But I liked her. I petted her for a while while I waited for her to be around.

I really miss you.

Is someone feeling like she has to defend herself? 

It's okay if you love her, Hannah. 

Hannah leans a little more heavily against the brass handhold as the tram comes off of the bridge, the jolt shaking her a bit. 

It's not that I love her - 

Okay, it could be that I love her, but really I just miss you. I want you. Five more days feels like forever. I miss you so hard. 

Mmmmmm. Perhaps I'll have to remind you of my touch a little more. 

Even in the worst case, it won't be so much longer. I love you. I'll be home soon. And then we can do it together all we want.

Hannah leans her head against her hand on the guardrail.

Sometimes I feel like whenever you're gone for more than two weeks it's like you'll never be back again, as far as my pussy thinks about it.

I mean, I guess that's not unusual for a kitty. They don't really have object permanence. 

Hannah snorts. 

Yeah, not real big on the whole thinking thing.

I want to fuck you again tonight. With everything we can manage together. The vibe, hearing you aloud, everything we can throw at it. I know it's a little awkward to do phone sex in your hotel room where people could overhear, but I'm asking nicely, okay? I really need to feel your touch. To feel owned by you, to feel like I'm yours.

Awwwwwww. If you're asking so nicely I guess I can't turn you down. I'll just have to whisper in your ear a little, won't I?

Hannah looks out at the puddles on the sidewalk for a long moment, then brings her hand off the train's brace and sits down to put her right hand on the phone as well. 

If you don't really want to do it you don't have to, I know you've had a long day with so many meetings and I've been really keeping you busy. I love you and I want you to be happy. 

You really are missing me a lot, huh? You aren't usually this nervous about feeling wanted. Take some time to clear your head, love. I'll be there for you tonight. 

If you want to talk about it, that's okay too. I have papers to go through but you know I'm always here for you.

Hannah leans over her phone, and sighs slightly. 

Yeah. Fucking Kumi really... brought things into focus. I don't want sex, I want you, and even though I feel a bit more happy and a little less - listless, like I've lost something - knowing what I'm missing and why is hard. I can get by without you, I have before, but it hurts. It's sharp, now. Refreshingly clear, instead of the dull, listless ache I had this morning. 

It feels better, in a weird way. I know this will pass now. I know that in five more days I'll be back in your arms. And I can wait. But I ache for you, Mia.

Needy little thing. 

I love you. I'll be there. We'll have that phone sex, and in five days I'll be back and we'll have return-from-business-trip sex and it'll be great. But I know it's hard to wait. 

Wait patiently like a good girl and you will be rewarded by your mistress, mmm?~

Hannah sits back and nods. 

... Doing it for you makes it easier, she types back. And Kumi was a really nice distraction. 

Do you know if she's going to be around for any longer?

Hannah leans against the side of her seat and crosses her legs, feeling the soft judder of the tram beneath her. 

She said she'd be around for a week or so. I could maybe find her again if I hung out at the il'ka for long enough.

You have a mission then: Seduce the kitsune tourist into a threesome with your mistress. If you like her, I bet I'll like her too, and I want to offer you something special. 

If you can convince her to be a third, you get a prize. The prize is extra on top of any lovely threesome sex we have together. If she doesn't take you up on it after you put it to her seriously, you also get a prize. No prize for not trying though. 

Up for it?

Hannah leans her head against the seat back and considers it. 

Honestly, it'd probably be a good distraction. And it's not like the sex was bad at all. 

Sure, consider your challenge accepted.

Good girl. Where are you right now?

Hannah glances out the window again, and sees the familiar houses of her local neighborhood.

On the tram. Home stop's coming up soon.

Don't miss your stop now.

Hannah rolls her eyes, but smiles.

Yes, Mistress. See you again when I'm back at the house, then.

She gets up from her seat, and slips her phone back into the pocket of her windbreaker.

The tram trundles on, familiar buildings passing. A woman in a deep green dress passes, looking down at her phone as her braided hair blows in the wind. The trees are bright and soft, sunlight dappling down from them. 

The world is filled with the hush of quiet after rain, puddles on the ground reflecting the sun. It smells of petrichor. 

The green glass of the tram station appears over the hill. 

Hannah approaches the tram's doors and leans against the brass handle there, looking out at the street. Her neighborhood nestles away near one of the city's many parks, so there's plenty of greenery to follow the patterns of the shifting leaves in. 

She drifts, for a little bit, just experiencing the world.

Eventually, the tram slips into its station and stops by the platform. The doors slide open.

Hannah steps out onto the platform, and walks onwards into her neighborhood. The green glass casts shadows along her skin as she emerges from the station, her fingers interwoven by her waist.

No-one else disturbs her thoughts. The people who came out to listen to the rain are mostly indoors again now. 

Eventually, her feet crunch into the gravel of her house's front path. 

She smiles slightly as she passes the tower window with the seat she loves so much, and steps up onto her front porch, fishing out her keys.

There's a package on her front step, in brown wrapping-paper stamped with a design of oak leaves.

Huh. She didn't order anything...

She picks it up and looks at the label. 

It's stamped with the OTC's hexagonal logo on the top, and then her name and address. It's about the size of both her hands together, and about a hand deep.

... Mia must have ordered her something while she was out. 

Hannah weighs the package in her hands, feeling its heft. It's moderately weightly, and heavier at one end than the other.

She tucks it under one arm and lets herself in.

The foyer of her home greets her, with its fireplace welcome-mat and the closet on her right. The folding hall table by the closet is unoccupied. 

Hannah closes the door behind her, stows her keys again, and drops the package on the hall table. As she kicks off her shoes, she fishes her phone out of her windbreaker pocket.

Did you order me something? she taps into Prism.

A small care package out of my travel bonus. I don't want to spoil, but I think you'll like it.♡

Awwww, Hannah replies. You really didn't have to. 

She picks up the package and brings it into the kitchen, where she sets it on the counter and digs an exacto-knife out of one of the drawers.

If I can't look after the girl I love most, what am I even doing in the world? 

I hope you enjoy. Pictures would be appreciated~

Opening it now. 

Hannah sets her phone down to brace one hand against the cardboard, sets her knife to the package, and cuts it open. 

On top there's an expanse of black cloth in a plastic bag, marked with intertwining flowers in a grey and white pattern. 

Hannah takes out the plastic bag, tears it open with her hands, and lifts out the cloth.

A knee-length skirt unfurls in her hands, and Hannah presses it close to her body for a long moment before laying it out on the counter. 

Mia always takes such good care of her. 

There's three long rectangular boxes beneath, covered in a twining-rose pattern with a single flower in the center of each. Each flower bears a single stylized symbol; the left one is marked with a bonbon, the center one is marked with a book, and the right one is marked with a heart.

Hannah picks up her phone and takes a photo of the inner compartments and her new skirt, then sends it to Mia. 

Candy, something to read, and a secret, huh? Which one should I open first?

Left to right. Candy, words, secret. 

Yes, Mistress. 

She lifts out the leftmost box, and unfastens the cardboard, opening it up. 

A long row of her favorite chocolate mint thins lies inside. 

Aww, of course. 

She snaps another picture, then pops one of the mint thins into her mouth. She chews slowly as she types back her message. 

Thank you, Mistress. My favorites, as always~ 

I know how much you like them. It doesn't hurt that they're cheap. 

Now go on, open the next box.

Yes, mistress. 

She lifts out the center box, and opens it. 

It's lined with deep red tissue paper, with layers of chocolate wafers laid out atop it. 

In the center there's a small felt box, what would be a jewellery box on earth. 

Hannah lifts her phone and takes a picture. 

More candy and... let me guess, a cartridge? 

Open the inner box and you'll find out. :)

Hannah opens the small box. 

Inside there's a small cartridge, about the size of her fingernail, held in a plastic mount atop a cushioned base. The cartridge is marked with an embossed rose pattern in brass.

A limited edition work, huh? Let me guess, it's smut.

That would be telling. ♡

I thought I'd give you something to do while you waited for me.

One visual novel* isn't going to be enough to keep me going for five days, love.

*The mediums of "visual novels", "light novels", "kinetic novels" and "graphic novels" are all considered broadly one artform on Heart. This medium encompasses any illustrated work with a focus on the written word - and before you ask, yes, "Glowfic" is a central example. 

Who says it's only one?

Ooh. A bundle? 

Put it in the computer and you'll find out!

Hannah's gaze drifts over to the heart-stamped package. 

Well, that's a mystery for later. I think we have a secret to unveil first.

Soft smile.

Indeed we do. 

Hannah picks up the third box. It's quite heavy, much more substantial than the first or third box. 

... She has a suspicion...

She pulls open the cardboard, and looks in. 

Inside sits a rod of black plastic about a hand-length long, decaled with a pattern of red twining roses. The end terminates in a blunt, rounded head on a slim neck. It looks like silicon.

Hannah frowns. 

... It's a vibe? Don't we already have one just like this?

Yes, buuuuuut...

The vibe suddenly jumps to life, buzzing firmly in its packaging for a long moment before falling still again.

Does that answer your question?

Hannah picks up the vibe, and for the first time notices the total lack of any buttons on its surface. 

... It's solely remote controlled?

Mmmmmmhm. And only I have the keys.

I want you to use this tonight.

Hannah flushes, despite the fact that Mia's off in a completely different universe.

... Yes, mistress.

Good girl. ^^