Hitomi stirred as she felt Joe run his fingertips through her hair. She loved when he did that -- so much so that if she'd had the wish stone right then, she'd've used her first wish to eliminate the swelling and soreness that were keeping her from making it a fourth time in one day.
Joe's certainly ready to make a run at number four, she thought, a little smile curling her rosebud lips. She may not have been a girl eigheen hours before, but she clearly knew how to make her man happy. She cuddled in a bit more, surreptitiously allowing her leg to rest against Joe's manhood.
Suddenly, she felt Joe's fingers stop. She opened her eyes to protest when she saw Joe looking at the wishing stone. Oh, shit, she thought, tensing up. She had no idea how the stone had gotten into bed with them, but wasn't in the mood for metaphysics. Regardless of what Jon would have wanted, to Hitomi Madison, Joe's three wishes had gone perfectly, culminating in what Hitomi was sure would end in her calling Joe husband.
The stone could -- and likely would! -- screw all that up. She needed to get that rock back.
"Hey, handsome," she muttered with false calm, "Found my stone, huh?" Hitomi tensed herself to knock the stone out of Joe's hand if the word "wish" so much as started to form on his lips.
"Oh, this is yours?" Joe asked, finally handing Hitomi the wishing stone. It took everything his girlfriend had not to breathe a sigh of relief. "Sorry, babe. Just didn't expect to find that in your hair," he added with that infuriating/charming smirk boys had.
Hitomi carefully dropped the stone out of the bed, and with a barely-suppressed smile, poked Joe in the chest and asked, "Oh? And what did you expect to find in my hair?" She tried for a dangerous tone, but only managed sultry. She might be swollen as anything, but that smirk made her wet.
"Dunno," he smiled, and then he was kissing her, and all was well.
Twenty minutes later, Joe headed off to make some breakfast (his wishes had somehow left him a darned good amateur chef). Hitomi picked up the wishing stone and frowned at it. She had no idea what to do. Use it? She existed because of a backfire. No telling what the next unintended consequence would be. Hide it? How? Where? Throw it away? She shivered at the thought, her flawless skin puckering in goose pimples.
She was still staring at it when Joe's left hand reached down and snatched it from her. "Geez, babe," he said, tossing it in the air and catching it again, and before she could think or react, saying "I wish..."
