Micah - Practice makes legendary creature of lust?

A long Friday night led into a late Saturday morning for Micah. Eyes slowly opening to a view of her bedroom. The small television still showing the home menu of a dvd she must have fell asleep watching.  Sitting up, she took a look at an alarm clock opposite her bed, on the other side of the room. 11:43 illuminated in a dull, red light as Micah hoped that meant AM, which upon a slightly closer inspection it fortunately did.  Micah scratched her head and yawned, before taking notice of her phone, on the floor right beside her night stand, something she woke up to an embarrassing amount of times. Checking things while rubbing her eyes showed a few missed texts from Jo during the night.

“Hope you got home safe”
“Micah?...you okay, babe?”
“Just called Yu, she said you're passed out cold, safe at home, sleep well”

These brought a grand smile to Micah's half asleep face, and some colour to her cheeks.  Missed call from an unknown number and a few games, yearning to be played or erased off her phone.

“I am very... very lucky” Micah thought to herself as she stood up with a slight headache. Last night was fun was all that she deciphered from this dull pounding in the sides of her head. Moving toward the mirror she had in her room, noticing her hair balancing to the right and a faint smudge of lipstick still on her lips... hers or Jo's, was a question science would need to answer.

“Guess that answers it, I slept on the left side of my face and my lips look ridiculous, shower first, then breakfast....lunch?” she thought to herself. She looked for one of her towels, went and turned off the dvd player and television and left her room, immediately noticing Yu was out.  Her shoes were gone and the whiteboard they used for reminders and notices to one another simply said “out for much of the day”

She moved toward the bathroom and quickly set the hot water running. Magic may be coursing through the entire satellite, but hot water for a shower still took a minute or two to heat up. As the water became more and more cooperative, Micah disrobed and with a small laugh noticed that her lips weren't the only place to be smudged by lipstick. Slightly curious Micah did a twirl and saw one more... her left buttock.

“I...don't even remember that one” she said to herself, one eyebrow raised as she put her hand into the shower to test the temperature of the water, deciding it was fine to jump in.  She took out her earrings, placed them in the medicine cabinet above the sink and stepped in, giving a slight yelp at the brief moment of heat before she could adjust.  Taking her time to not only clean up properly and make sure that she was lipstick free, she just spent time to enjoy the warmth, few things in the world were more comfortable and free than the hot water, running down her body from a nice shower.  Micah took her time and when finished,  started to dry off, towel drying her hair was one perk of the short hair.  

When all was said and done in the bathroom, after drying, brushing of teeth and combing of hair, she set to the kitchen. Wearing no more than a towel, grabbed a bagel, cut it and placed it into the toaster as she headed for her room.  Saturdays were odd for Micah, as she didn't have a shift for her actual job and she typically wouldn't get any sort of traffic or tips by performing in any of her normal spots. Saturday was also a main training day for Joanna as well, so she was basically alone today, spending a day watching her girlfriend punch stationary and slightly mobile things for hours wasn't the best use of time, plus she tried once and it just distracted Jo.

“Free day it is then” she softly sung to herself, as she looked for comfy clothes, fairly quickly just settling on a pair of shorts and an extremely light spaghetti string shirt.  As she worked her left leg into her shorts she heard the toaster's “ding” and started moving toward the door a little to early. Her leg wasn't completely into the shorts and she almost took a tumble before she continued on, regardless. Grabbing the slightly burnt bagel halves, she buttered them up and stepped toward the table. “Dad would be so disappointed at me, past noon and there isn't any meat on my plate” Micah softly laughed to herself, taking a bite. “She lived in a very strange situation...” she hesitated to even consider this a place more than just a strange happening or situation.  “My girlfriend is a succubus, my roommate is a living Jade sculpture, my friends here include aliens, a medieval Knight, robots and a damned ninja” she took a second to re-evaluate what she had just said.  “One of my friends is a ninja...there's a childhood dream come to life” she thought to herself while eating her breakfast.

She finished up the bagel and hopped onto the couch as she remembered something, eyes immediately opening wide as she smacked her forehead.  Micah grabbed the phone for this apartment and dialed the familiar number she used for much of her life.

“Forgot to check out how things are going down there.” she said, almost scolding herself.

“Hello?” a familiar, though unexpected voice answered.

“Meg?” Micah asked, confused.

“Micah!” the woman exclaimed, hurting Micah's ears before continuing.
“Hey sis, haven't talked to you in a while, how is magical moon school going?” she said in a strange tone. Micah knew that her sister knew what was going on, and this sounded less like a “yeah right” sarcasm than it sounded like a “let's make it sound as silly as possible” sarcasm.

“Hey... it is going fine, things are strange, as you likely would have guessed, but no real complaints.  Why are you at mom and dad's place?” Micah said, changing her tone and point so quick it could give somebody whiplash.

“Sounds like you're lying, Micah” she said very bluntly before adding.
“Oh, and I am here watching the dog while mom is at the hospital, dad is coming home soon, next two or three days!” Megan said, unable to hide her excitement.

“That's great news! Had a feeling a heart attack couldn't keep him down for too long.” Micah returned, very happily.

“Amazing news, though he keeps asking the nurses if he can have a beer, or at least a coffee, keeps saying that the average life expectancy of the human would be around 50 years if not for the technical advents of drinks that didn't taste like death” Megan said, annoyed, though clearly stifling a giggle.

“What have the been giving him?” Micah asked, shocked.

“Water, Milk and Orange Juice”

Silence on the phone line...Then simultaneous laughter from both sisters.

“Sounds like dad, all right” Micah laughed into the phone, before being stopped in her tracks.

“So, what's wrong Micah?” Megan asked.

“N...nothing is wrong” was all Micah could establish, out of her surprise.

“You're a singer, you're well spoken and we shared a bedroom for 12 years, Micah. When you stutter and trail off, it means there is something on your mind. Don't try and lie to me!” she said, sounding more than a little annoyed.

Thinking to herself quickly, she knew she was caught, so why not spill, nothing overly new would be said...plus, they're sisters, they are supposed to talk.

“I met somebody...” Micah just jettisoned out with zero grace.

“Boy or girl?, humanoid or other?, how is it going so far?” Megan asked, rapid fire, which Micah knew exactly how to respond.

“Girl, Succubus, well, though awkward” in one breath. “They talked like this when interested in the past, saves time and cuts out as much BS as possible.

“Answered my next few questions for me, so she is not cute, but instead a knockout, you're trying girls again and you have strayed away from the tomboy's you seem attracted to” Megan said, clearly, proud of herself on the other side of the phone line.

“yup, yup and not even close” Micah responded immediately.

“Tomboy succubus? I have never met any, but from readings doesn't that break some prime rules of her race?”

“I think the only rules is that she has to be sexy as all hell, like sex and have some shape changing properties...which I can confirm are all very valid in Joanna” Micah blushed moments after what she just said to her older sister.

“So what's awkward? Guessing I would say either sexual experience, your alternate self...existing or...” before she could finish, Micah cut her off.

“Sex, guessed it in one. She is a succubus and I am...not”

“Did she laugh? Is she angry? Is she petty? Is she rude about it?” Megan asked in machine gun form, once more.

“No...” Micah stuttered

“Then practice and don't kill yourself worrying” Megan spat out as the phone line went dead.


Micah took a second to put her face in her palms and mumbled to herself “Well, that's three people in the practice column”...