Royal Magician Lillet Blan was whistling a happy little tune as she returned to her chambers in the Royal House of Magic. Her good mood was only increased when she saw that her homunculus lover Amoretta was at home.
"Hi, Amoretta! Hey, Grimalkin," she greeted the ash-blonde girl and her cat.
"Welcome home, Lillet. I'll be done with this in a moment," Amoretta said. Grimalkin didn't say anything, but did pause in washing his forepaw long enough to acknowledge the young magician with a nod.
"It's okay. I was working on some really tricky necromancy Runes with Master Freixenet and Master Benedictine, and I'm beat! If you don't mind, I'd just as soon have dinner sent up rather than eat in the dining hall tonight. Or would that be a bother?" Knowing Amoretta, Lillet thought it was more likely she'd actually prefer to eat with Lillet in private rather than socialize, but it was still polite to ask.
"Oh, no, that's all right. I would enjoy staying in with you."
Lillet smiled, then dropped into a well-upholstered armchair.
"I'd hoped you would." With that out of the way, she started to take a look at what it was Amoretta was actually doing. She appeared to be securing a silk strip to the headboard of the bed; another one was already fastened beside it.
"Amoretta, what are those for?"
The homunculus pulled the knot tight, then gave it a tug to test it.
"I thought you could use them to tie my arms tonight."
Lillet found herself blushing furiously, and very glad that she hadn't been drinking something.
"Um...Amoretta, I...I really don't find that kind of thing all that...I mean, it isn't..." she stammered helplessly. Since moving to the capital and making a wide variety of acquaintances from various walks of life, Lillet had heard people talk about a number of sexual practices she'd never imagined, but she was still at heart a simple country girl.
Besides, if they were going to experiment like that, having Amoretta tied and at her mercy was more disturbing than exciting. Amoretta wasn't a familiar, but she was still a homunculus and the comparison was close enough to be off-putting.
No, the idea of having control over Amoretta during lovemaking wasn't a source of arousal.
Amoretta's response to Lillet's discomfiture wasn't what she expected. She tilted her head to one side curiously, then broke into giggles.
"Lillet, I didn't mean it like that!" she said through the laughter. "I thought it might help train me to lay still at night so I don't push you out of bed while we're asleep again."
The magician's blush grew, if possible, even hotter.
"Oh," she said in a very small voice.
"Lillet?" Amoretta asked, instantly concerned. "Are you all right?"
"Just...really, really embarrassed, that's all."
"Why? Lovers talk about making love, don't they? It seems very natural to me."
"Well, yes...but I jumped to the conclusion that..."
Amoretta walked over to her, smiling, and leaned down, putting her hands on Lillet's shoulders.
"Lillet, I like that your first impulses are to think of me in terms of expressions of love, sexual or any other kind. That's not something to be embarrassed about."
It was impossible to resist the earnestness in the homunculus's gaze. Lillet let out a long sigh.
"Thanks, little love. I feel a lot less silly now."
"Good." She bent down and kissed Lillet softly on the lips.
Under the circumstances, Amoretta decided that she would save the rose-scented massage oil she'd prepared in the alchemy lab that afternoon, knowing that Lillet would likely come home worn out from work, for an after-dinner surprise.