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Minding his own business, seated at his desk and pondering over one of his old stories, Fakir was abruptly and crudely yanked out of his thoughts by a pair of arms settling around his neck and a harsh burst of hot air right into his ear.

"--Ngh! Quit that! Pest!"

Ahiru was clearly not sorry at all, evidenced by the way she giggled and leaned closer to his ear and inhaled, apparently intent on repeating the action.

Fakir attempted to swerve away, though her arms impeded him. "I said stop! What's with you?"

"C'moooon. You've been sitting here doing nothing all this time."

"I'm busy." Not many people could send such potent glares without looking directly at their targets, but Fakir was a man of many talents. Ahiru was resistant to this weapon, though, and only pouted at him.

"Nuh-uh! That's a story you already wrote! A long time ago!"

Fakir shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I need to look at it. I need to make sure--"

This time, Ahiru's breath was exhaled softly, a gentle stream she directed in a slow circle around the edge of his ear instead of right into it.

It... tickled.

Fakir squirmed in her grip. "Like I said, I need to look at it and check--"

"Don't change anything." Her voice was even softer than her breath, not sound loud even when she spoke so close to his ear. She kissed the lobe and then spoke gently again, her breath hot, "It's my favorite."

It was impossible for Fakir not to shiver. "I wasn't... going to change it. I just wanted to know.... "

She pressed a wet kiss against the side of his face, close to where his hairline started, and blew softly against the dampened skin. Leaving small that patch of skin to slowly dry in the air, she spoke into his ear again.

"Then you don't need to read it. I can tell it to you."