/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>>78330477
2/2
It wasn't long until they arrived, even though Doom walked slowly, carefully. Dolce was lowered gently onto the entryway bench, and instinctively she went to remove her shoes, only to find she was now missing one.
"My heel..." She murmured, trailing her eyes across her lap. "Oh, my dress... My stockings, too... They're ruined."
Doom cast her a glance, kicking off her boots. "It's replaceable. Stay there."
Dolce wanted to apologise again, a great guilt settling in her chest as she took in the wolf's ruined outfit, but Doom had already walked off. She wondered to herself how she could make up for this, if she should surprise her to a new dress, maybe order takeaway, but her hands were too shaky from cold and adrenaline to use her phone.
She quickly bit back further tears as Doom returned, scooping her up once again, wordlessly.
"Here you go, Dolce. Don't use your hands, I'll help."
The bath was running. As Doom undid her dress, peeled her stockings and panties off her, she dimly remembered doing the very same thing for Doom back when they first met... Back before they even knew eachother's names. She remembered removing those filthy bandages, coaxing Doom into the bathtub, sponge cleaning her from the running faucet until she was clean enough to warrant running a full bath. The very same thing was happening to her now.
"Let me know if it's too hot," Doom murmured, pressing a sponge against the grazes on her knees. Dolce hissed quietly in pain, flinching, but shook her head and indicated for her to keep going. Soon she was deemed hygienic enough to warrant filling the bathtub, and the hot water rose around her slowly, easing her aching legs.

But there was one person who still hadn't been attended to at all. Doom was still dressed in that soaking wet dress, a dirty puddle forming on the tiling around her. Her hair was drying crunchy and greasy from the tainted rainwater, her makeup smudged against her cheeks.
"Doomie, get in with me."
"Are you sure?"
"Would I ask you to do something I'm not sure about? Come on, there's room."
She hesitated, but complied, throwing her clothes onto the same pile as Dolce's. There was barely enough space for the both of them, legs tangled together, but they were used to being this close quarters - even the night they met they were sharing a bed, after all. Doom draped her tail over the side of the bathtub, attempting to keep it from splashing as it gently wagged to and fro.
"About earlier..." Doom started, and Dolce's heart sank. "You don't need to be sorry. You shouldn't say sorry."
"But we were meant to be doing something nice together and it went all wrong... We were going to get massages, and our nails done, and Italian, and... Not get rained on."
Doom moved closer, sinking down, spilling some water over the lip of the tub as she laid her head on Dolce's breast.
"This is nice. We are doing something nice." Doom closed her eyes. "I like being with you like this. I like feeling you."
Dolce, flustered, turned her head away. She never had become used to Doom's complete honesty. She scrambled for a deflecting joke. "What, you like feeling me naked? Pervert!"
It backfired. "Yeah. I like feeling you in clothes too, but you're soft like this." She nuzzled her head against her breast shamelessly, letting slip a contended huff.

Dolce's hands began to shake again. Not from pain, or adrenaline, but in that moment... Nerves.
What were they, anyway? It felt wrong calling Doom her friend, even if that's what they were. They'd been living together since she found Doom, after all. They shared a bed, shared a wardrobe, shared meals and even a business. They'd kissed before. They'd had sex, once. Every time she'd tried to bring the nature of their relationship up, some anxious thing curled in her stomach, bit her heart, stole her tongue. But seeing her now, like this, feeling so cared for, so warm, so... Content...
"Hey," her voice wobbled out, "have you ever... Thought about being girlfriends?"
"Girlfriends? I thought we were. That's what you've been calling me. Did I misunderstand?"
"No, I meant, like..." She bit that anxious animal back, placing a hand against Doom's head, fiddling with her ear. "Like, dating. Being in love. And stuff."
Doom didn't open her eyes, but she sighed pleasurably, nuzzling in again. A smile grew across her face, her fangs glimmering from between her lipstick-smudged lips.
"I've been waiting for you to ask."
"And?"
"Of course I do. Of course I want to be your girlfriend. I'll protect you until I die."
A fizz of excitement ran down Dolce's spine. She'd done it. She'd really done it. Her next words spilled out before she even noticed it.
"I love you. I really, really, really love you."
"I love you too."

>>78097265
Okay! Boo! This one is Doppio-approved!
>>78097282
I'm a little jealous of your job! I hope I can write for eroge someday too!