Appeasement Maybe.

I groaned for the sixth time that day. It was that time of month again and that damn girl- that I happen to love- was as hell. Her whines broke my daze.

"Please Tae?" she cried in a drawn out, high-pitched tone.

"For the last damn time, no Tiffany no. I don't feel comfortable doing this when I'm on my 'shoe'," I grumbled, continuing to stare at my computer monitor.

"But what about my needs?"

"Your needs?! I have needs too, woman, so you're just going to have to suffer like me," I said irritably.

I heard her close her magazine and walk up behind me. She began kneading my back. I had to hold in a moan.

"What are you doing TaeTae?" she said, reading over my shoulder.

"I'm reading a story."

"What kind of story?"

"A fanfic." I said, in an annoyed tone.

"About what?"

"About Kannazuki no Miko," I said through a clenched jaw.

"Ohh… so lesbian ?" She attempted to stifle a giggle.

"No Tiffany!" I said loudly. Between her soothing hands and whines, I wasn't able to read anymore so I sat and glared at her reflection in the monitor. From her reflection, I could see an evil glint in her eyes and I braced myself. Slowly, but surely, her hands began to reach lower until her left hand was hovering over my left . I smacked it. Hard. "Oww! Do you have a ten foot pole shoved up your , or what Taeyeon?" she remarked.

"Actually,