DD 203 Ch 12

Chapter 12

"Crimson!" Grandpa shouted. "My favorite granddaughter!" He tried to give her a hug, but she slipped out of his grasp, giving Grandma Sakura a hug instead. 

"Hey," Fayeth said, "didn't you say I was your favorite granddaughter?" 

"Me too," Felon perked up. "Are you telling me I'm not his favorite?" 

Grandpa chuckled good-naturedly, as if being found out didn't bother him in the least. "You're all my favorite," he flashed a giant smile and held his arms wide. 

"That's not how favorites work," I tried to karate chop him on top of the head. However, as always, Grandpa was too fast, slipping out of my way and dancing over, trying to tease my ladies more.

Grandma Akira snagged him before he got himself in trouble.

Crimson shot me a nervous glance

 "I didn't forget," I said, reading her like a book. "Des is ready with the portal, and I have everything we need." 

Crimson looked around. "I won't rush out too quickly. It's nice to say hi to everyone." She glanced at Neldra. "Like Broken Blade here." 

"That's it," Neldra went and pushed Crimson forward. "Des, make a portal. We're kicking her out of here." 

I laughed at their antics and watched Grandma Sakura and Neldra trade a glance that spoke volumes. Throughout the morning I had noticed several of my grandmothers had been talking to the sensors.

I wondered what was up. Yet, I knew if I needed to know, they would tell me. 

With Neldra shoving Crimson through the portal, I moved right behind her, stepping out of the portal as Des snapped it closed.

"You'd almost think they wanted us gone," Crimson said, dusting herself off and looking at the space we’d just exited.

I could tell she just wanted to portal back to prove they couldn't get rid of her. But I took her hand before she could do that. "The date," I said. 

"Right, the date," Crimson flashed me another one of those brilliant smiles before looking around. "Where are we?" Other people didn’t get to see this side of Crimson.

"About a block from where we need to be. And I've got everything for you," I handed her a bag.  Fayette had helped me do the shopping on our date.

Crimson took the bag and peeked inside of it before raising an eyebrow at me.

I could always tell that when we went out and about, Crimson soaked up the attention on one hand, but on the other, she seemed exhausted when we finally got out of the public eye. I had a feeling Crimson would enjoy this date. 

"You want me to wear this?" Crimson asked. 

"Yep, we're going to take the braid out too."

Even now, standing by the store, people were stopping and pointing at Crimson, everyone recognizing exactly who she was. She shrugged and took the bag into the store to use the changing rooms.

I waited outside, looking through my CID, idly as I waited for her. My stomach jittered slightly at how she was going to take the outfit.

As always, Crimson was quick. Reappearing a moment later, I had to do a double take. If I hadn't seen the clothes, I wouldn't have realized it was her. Rather than her signature red leather bodysuit, Crimson was wearing a mauve sweater dress, a wide brimmed hat and a pair of tall suede boots. It fit her well and with her figure she could have just walked off the pages of a clothing store fall catalog.

She put her hand on her hips and cocked them to the side. "This looks ridiculous," she said. 

"Come on, I think you look great." Which she did in sort of a casual, but high maintenance way.

She blushed slightly and averted her eyes before looking back at me. "Well, if you like it, then I guess it's okay," Crimson said.

I already noticed during our conversation there weren't a dozen people turning and staring. After all, no one would expect to see Crimson in something like this.

Her signature outfit was a large part of her identity. It was kind of amazing that putting her in something girly immediately disguised her. She had taken out her usual long braid and must have tucked some of that hair up into the hat because it only flowed down to her hips. 

"So where's the date?" Crimson asked.

I took her arm and started walking slowly in the direction. "It's around the corner. Rule number two of this date, no CIDs." I unstrapped mine and put it in my pocket. 

Crimson squinted and quietly peeled hers off before handing it to me. "Better that you hold this. After all, you're buying whatever it is, right?"

"Of course," I said, taking her CID and putting it in my other pocket. I held her arm as we walked down the street.

There was something a little more comfortable, a little more private about her not being ‘Crimson’ at the moment. We weren't having a dozen eyes staring at us at all times, making both of us feel self conscious.

Crimson warmed up and held my arm tightly as we walked.

"A theme park?" she asked. The Ferris wheel was the first thing we could see as we turned the corner. Laid out in front of us was a small theme park, not the giant corporate ones, but a cozy traveling one. 

"Yes, the park," I said. "I doubt you get to do things like this very often as Crimson." I pulled her with me, feeling proud as she gave a far more delicate smile than I was used to seeing on the badass adventurer.

Crimson leaned against me, her eyes tracking everything. For the moment, she seemed more relaxed than normal.

I walked up to the booth. "Two tickets, please." The guy looked between the two of us and flashed me a knowing grin. But there was no recognition when his eyes landed on Crimson. 

"What would you like to do first?" I asked her as we took the wristbands and put them on where our CIDs would normally be. 

Crimson hummed and tapped her lips. "We have to go on the Ferris wheel. Cotton candy is a must. Probably funnel cakes, elephant ears too."

"Are we just going to eat the whole time?" I asked her. 

She chuckled, "Oh, we can do those while on the Ferris wheel if we need to. Oh, and I want to play some games." 

Not only were there the standard fair ride attractions, there were also booths of games like ring toss, trying to get a ping pong ball in a goldfish bowl, and trying to knock over milk cans. 

"How about we start you with that cotton candy," I said, spotting a cart with a short line. 

Crimson had a skip in her step as I directed her over to the cotton candy booth.

The guy running it was quickly making servings of cotton candy and stuffing them in bags. Crimson already had two picked out.

I glanced at her, "Is one of those for me?" 

She shook her head, making the man running the booth chuckle. "Seems you have a hungry one," he said. 

"Don't I know it." I paid for Crimson and then got one for myself, enjoying walking through the park with her. Though she was getting a few odd stares.

"Do you think they know who I am?" Crimson asked.

I laughed, "No. They just think you're silly for double fisting two things of cotton candy," I said, causing Crimson to pout. 

"I burn a lot of calories," she said, taking a pointed bite from one of them. 

"Oh, I know." I had a little bit of mine, but it was too sweet. I'd probably end up giving Crimson half of it, mostly because I knew she would love that. 

"So, first impressions?" I asked her. I had been a little worried that such a date wouldn't be well received. 

She flashed me a smile, some cotton candy stuck to her face. "This is incredible. No one's asking me for autographs. I get to do what I want." She clung to me like a woman without any worry of people judging her. 

I kissed her on the cheek and took the piece of cotton candy that was stuck to her. "Well, aren't you sweet.”

“If you stuff me with more cotton candy, we'll see how sweet I can get." She bobbed her eyebrows, and I shook my head. 

Perhaps making Crimson less self-conscious wasn't always the best idea. Her head tended to turn towards sex.

Normally, she was carefree in the sense that she could do what she wanted because she could smash anyone she wanted. However, right now, she seemed carefree in a different way.

I don't know why, but she seemed free in a way. The smile on her face right now made my heart swell.

I enjoyed walking with her down the aisles, simply being a couple. Crimson clung to my arm and it just felt right.

"Oh, we should play that," Crimson pointed at a stall. It was a bunch of ducks floating along a path, and there was a stack of baseballs up front. But most importantly, there were a number of giant stuffed animals hanging around it as prizes.

"All right, I bet I can win that for you." I walked up to the booth, and Crimson put a hand on my shoulder.

"No, I'm gonna win it," she flashed me a grin. Crimson was nothing if not competitive.

The guy running the booth could tell he had a customer. "Oh no, you better let him do it," the guy running the stall goaded Crimson on.

"What did you say?" Crimson narrowed her eyes. She looked far less intimidating in the sweater dress and the white brimmed hat.

Even though Crimson was deadly and dangerous, able to destroy this entire theme park if she wanted to, she didn't have an imposing figure. And without her Crimson recognition, it seemed the stall owner was perfectly comfortable trying to rile her up. 

"I said you better let your man take a shot. I don't think you can do this one." He put his hand on the balls as if to stop her from grabbing one.

Crimson walked right up to the stall, handed me her cotton candy, and snatched up one of the balls. "Ken pay him," she tossed the ball up and down. "I'm going to hit all of them with one ball." 

The man chuckled, "I'll give you three." He put two more balls in front of her. "You know, for when you miss the first one." 

A little bit of sweat started trickling down the side of my head at the sight of Crimson getting worked up. She gripped the first ball tight enough that it was starting to deform. 

"Watch your mouth," Crimson said. This wasn't the fun, happy Crimson. This was the Crimson that destroyed armies. She wound up to pitch, red lightning snaking out of her eyes.

Her limit break clearly started to activate. Crimson was worked up and this man had no idea what was coming. 

This was a disaster in the making.

"Crimson, don't!" I tried to stop her with one of the batons of cotton candy.

The stall owner must have seen his own death because Crimson started a pitch with enough power to blow a crater in the middle of this park.

He fainted, crumpling to the ground with his eyes rolled up and I could have sworn his soul tried to escape his body.

The red lightning from limit break that had been snaking around her arm, touched the ball as she threw it, causing it to disintegrate into ash, yet the motion of her throw was powerful enough to generate wind that knocked over all of the ducks, blew the hat off the fainted stall owner and knock the signs down.

Crimson had a satisfied smile as she straightened her dress and made sure her hat had stayed on. "I told you I could do it with one ball," she said to the unconscious stall owner. "Don't mind if I just take my prize." 

She walked over and I thought she was going to go for the giant stuffed egg. Instead, she pulled a rabbit from behind it. One that looked strikingly like Bun Bun. She held it to her chest. The thing was almost as big as she was. 

"Are you proud of yourself?" I asked her. 

"Cotton candy please," she opened her mouth, unwilling to let go of the stuffed animal.

I tilted one of hers her way and she took a large bite. 

"Yeah, he said I couldn't do it and I fucking did it," Crimson squeezed the stuffed animal with a smile so wide I couldn’t find it in me to be upset.

I just shook my head. The poor guy didn’t know who he was goading when Crimson walked up.

"You know what, Ken? This was a great date. I really liked the fair," she said.

Taking one last look at the unconscious stall owner before reaching into my pocket. “I’ll hold onto that.”

Crimson chided me. "No CIDs. Carrying this around is part of the experience." She clung to it.

I waved my hand and cast a heal on the man, watching as he blinked himself back to consciousness. It was the least I could do.

"Thanks, sir," I said to him. "She's already grabbed her prize," I said awkwardly, unsure how to deal with this moment.

He held his head and groaned, sitting up and seeing Crimson happily squeezing the stuffed animal before glancing over his stall. Not only were the ducks that Crimson was supposed to target knocked down, but so was everything in the stall.

"Uh, sure," he said, still rather confused, and I put my hand around Crimson's hip and urged her on, not wanting to stick around for when the man realized what had happened to him. 

"She should go in the Ferris wheel," Crimson said, glancing at the slow-moving ride. I imagined any of the ones that were supposed to provide a thrill were a little weak to provide thrill for Mistress Crimson.

"We can do that," I said, holding out another chunk of cotton candy for her. She chomped on it happily, carrying the giant stuffed animal with her. 

"Ooh, if we finish the cotton candy, we should get funnel cakes," she said excitedly.

I knew then that there was no need to go to dinner after this.

Crimson could get any food she wanted any day of the week, but it seemed what was special here was getting fair food. Probably not something she went out of her way to get, and also probably not something she had often.

Crimson continued to munch on the cotton candy as we got in line for the ferris wheel. Another couple near us glanced at Crimson and me. 

"You two are so cute. I remember what it was like when we first dated," the man in his forties said, pulling his wife a little closer to him. Their gaggle of little kids were pushing and teasing each other, ignoring the two adults. 

I chuckled and scratched the back of my head. "Yeah, something like that." 

Crimson squeezed herself next to me. "He's just shy. Thank you for the compliment." She kissed me on the cheek, causing the guy to wink at me, and the woman to turn back to her kids. 

"What was that?" I turned to Crimson as we continued to wait. 

"It's not often we get to just be a couple," she said. "This is the best date ever." A giant grin spread across her face, and there was no way that I could be angry with her tonight. After all, this had been my plan.

"I thought maybe taking a break from being the badass adventurer Crimson was just the thing you needed." I didn't bring up whatever issue had been bothering her, but I could only assume it would follow her as long as she was being Crimson. 

"I wouldn't have guessed it for myself," Crimson said thoughtfully. "I would have never picked going to the fair, but I'm loving it. And I won myself a bunny." She held it out in front of her for a moment before squeezing it to her. 

"It kind of looks like Bun Bun," I told her.

She pulled it away aghast. "No, really?" She tilted it to the side. "I guess, he's a rabbit, it's a rabbit, but this one is so much cuter." She hugged it back to herself, and I could only smile. 

"Well, if you like it, that's what's most important." 

Crimson leaned against me, her eyes trailing over it, the kids making noise in front of us. "Do you want kids?" She asked. 

"Not for a while," I told her. "You?" 

"Honestly, I never really thought of myself as much of a mother." She held her hand up, and the red lightning crackled in her hands. "Especially after this, I threw the idea out the window. But now?"  She trailed off.

I had to wonder if this was what had been bothering her lately.

"Maybe in a really long time," she answered after a long moment. "I want to dive the dungeon, I want to be all I can be, before I take on motherhood.

“You can be a mother, and an adventurer." 

Crimson made a face. "Sort of, but not really. At the very least you have to take a break from the dungeon. Even then, after that, you have too many things to live for. Most of those that have kids become fairly risk adverse. After all, who would want to leave their kids parentless?" Crimson said, hugging the bunny tight enough that I was worried she was going to pop the stuffing out.

This conversation might be better left for another time. 

"Well of course. After you and I go all the way to the bottom of the dungeon we’ll have all the time in the world," I handed her more cotton candy, which she took greedily, sucking what remained off of the stick. 

"Exactly," she said around a mouthful of cotton candy. "We'll crush all the way through the Naga, and what lies beyond. Who knows what is out there? It's so exciting to think about the new challenges and new adventures." 

It looked like she really wanted to continue to dive the dungeon, that the goals of adventure and being the best really drove her. 

"Next," the operator at the front was motioning everyone in and urged us forward. He saw that I still had cotton candy in my hand. "No food on the ride." 

Crimson leaned over and sucked down an entire stick of cotton candy in one go before she talked around it. “What food?”

He chuckled and waved us through the gate and onto the ride. 

"What am I going to do with you?" I said as we got into our little private carriage. She put the stuffed rabbit down in the seat next to her, before looking at it with a frown.

Then she moved it and put it on my bench before grabbing my hands and pulling me to sit next to her. "Much better," she said. "This is how a proper cute couple date should be."

I held her hand as the ride started and there was an opportunity to see the city from above. It wasn't quite nighttime for the beautiful view, but it made me want to see it. "Maybe we should come back and do another ride when it's dark out," I told her. "I think the city would be very pretty." 

Crimson hummed, kissed me on the cheek before sliding out of the bench and down to her knees. 

"What are you doing?" 

She shushed me, putting a finger to her lips. "Isn't this what couples are supposed to do on the ferris wheel?" She unzipped my pants and the idea of where she was going suddenly had me hard in her hands with only a few pumps. 

"Crimson, we can't." I hissed.

"Why not?" She licked my shaft, coaxing it with her hand. "No one's recognized me or you," she said, kissing the tip and licking it several times, keeping eye contact with me.

I was almost painfully hard. The excitement of almost being caught was working quite well on me. 

Crimson smirked, "You like this?" 

"I am not an exhibitionist," I told her quickly. 

"You don't have to be to find it exciting." She swallowed the tip, bobbing up and down on me several times, her tongue adding a fantastic pressure as she squeezed it in her mouth, drawing shapes along the shaft.

I grabbed her head by the hat and made her work up and down more quickly. I wanted to finish this before we got caught.

"Don't be in a hurry," she said, around it.

"I want to enjoy it and I want not to get caught," I said, only making Crimson's throat vibrate as she pushed me deep and chuckled. 

Crimson actually gave fantastic blowjobs and I felt myself quickly rising in pleasure as she suckled me on the ferris wheel. The ferris wheel suddenly stopped before I was done and Crimson grinned at me. 

"Hurry up," I demanded. 

Crimson wasn't one to be told what to do, apparently right now when she was having too much fun she slowed herself down, licking just the tip and keeping me on edge.

I growled at her as the ferris wheel moved just a little bit, disgorging its passengers one carriage at a time.

The ride was almost over and we only had several minutes before we would be asked to get off, not to mention by the time we got down there what we were doing would be painfully obvious. 

I grabbed Crimson's head and tried to push her down on me again but she resisted, continuing to tease me. "Crimson, we have to hurry."

She gave it another slow bob, painstakingly slow, that wasn't enough for me to finish.

I tried to thrust myself into her lips but the ferris wheel moved again and I turned to realize there were people down below who might be watching. 

Not that it bothered her at all, she continued to tease me.

I pushed Crimson off, "Crimson, we need to stop," I said.

She wiped her wet lips, with a finger and sat down next to me, her hand snaking into my pants and giving me several languid pumps as people continued to get off. "Don't worry, I'll finish you," she said, her fingers running around the ridge and her hand stroking me quicker.

Yet, the tension of everyone being there, the distraction was making it hard for me to finish. So much so, that the carriage before us was emptied and we were pulled down to be let out. 

I slapped Crimson's hand away, buttoning my pants, "We have to get out," I told her.

She took my arm, once again, becoming a cute couple. As we stepped out, an older man stared at Crimson and I thought we had been caught on the ferris wheel but he pointed at her. 

"Do you know you look like Mistress Crimson," he said. Shaking a finger at her, "I could have sworn for a moment you were her,"

Crimson laughed. "That's the best compliment I've gotten all day. I think she's taller though," she put a hand over her head as if to say, how much taller Crimson would be. 

"Of course," the man said.

I laughed because so many people thought Crimson was taller than she was because she put out a larger than life presence "You troublemaker," I told her. “When we get back, I’m going to make you pay for that.”

She laughed “Promise?” There was a dangerous glint in her eyes. 

As we left the Ferris wheel, she pulled me past one of the stalls that appeared to be closed for the day. 

"Where are we going?" I asked her. 

"I can't leave you like that or else you’ll punish me later." Hidden among the crowd, her hand snuck down and grabbed my crotch.

I was aroused enough that I wasn't going to say no, I ached to finish what we started.

Crimson pulled me behind the curtain in the closed booth. As soon as we were past, she pulled my pants down. 

"We need to hurry. Who knows when they'll be back?" She just had to add that bit of excitement before she went back down on me.