#Nah make em both nervous wrecks

[sillylilprey]

a pred and prey that both want to engage in vore, but they are both too shy to say it to the other

it basically becomes a game of patience, except neither of them know the other is playing.

But eventually, someone will still ask, and find out that they both wanted it the whole time, so yippee

[fific7]

Dangerous and Divine - Part 9

Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: Billy Russo is an itch you don’t want to scratch. But he’s all over you like a rash.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly fluff & lemon zest 🍋 The GIF is from Exposed, unreleased pilot show in case you’re wondering 😌... Billy vibes.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including oral and unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Someone loses the plot and makes a bad decision. Some drinking & swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My GIF)

You FaceTimed him, but it rang out unanswered. Shrugging, you sent him a text, just asking him to call you as soon as he could. Then you shoved your phone onto the coffee table, turned your attention to the TV and continued sipping your wine.

Billy could hear his phone buzzing, and then the ting of a text arriving. But he wasn’t anywhere near his desk right at that moment.

He was currently pinned up against the glass wall in his office by Dinah Madani, who seemed to have shape-shifted into an octopus, complete with all the tentacles. She’d almost managed to wrap herself around him, pushing her body against his. He was trying to grab her hands but she kept managing to pull them out of his grip. He was starting to get angry, yelling her name and “What the fuck!” in her face, but she was totally ignoring him - it was like she’d gone feral. He was trying his best not to use his full strength against her, but he was about two seconds away from completely losing his temper.

She managed to get her mouth onto his at one point while he was busy trying to grab her hands, but he twisted his head away. His shirt was hanging half-open, mostly untucked from his trousers, tie loose and pulled askew round his neck, then he felt her hand against his stomach, fumbling for his trouser button. A moment later, she’d managed to get it undone and began pulling his zip down, trying to slip her fingers inside the top of his boxer briefs. That was it for Billy, he was seriously not into this. He bared his teeth in a snarl and grabbed her wrist, twisting it up and around quite viciously into an armlock.

Grasping her other hand, which had been inside his shirt stroking his chest, he shoved her away from him and she lost her balance, tumbling onto her ass on the floor. Billy still stood against the window, getting his breath back and his temper in check, then he walked round her and into his en-suite.

He stripped off his wrecked shirt and dumped it on the floor, grabbing an Anvil hoodie from a drawer in the unit next to the sink and pulling it on over his head. He exchanged his trousers and shoes for tracksuit bottoms and trainers, took a deep breath and walked back out into the main office.

Madani was sitting on one of the chairs, head in hands, her fingers carding through her hair. She looked up and glared at him as she heard him walk through, but didn’t say anything. Billy had something to say though.

“I can’t believe what you just did, Dinah!!! What the fuck is wrong with you? If it was the other way round, you’d slap me with a sexual harassment charge so fast I’d get a nosebleed!”

Her eyes teared up, but she blinked them back fiercely. “What is wrong with me? Ask yourself the same question! You lead me on, make me think it was going somewhere, then drop me like a hot potato the minute you meet your little coffee queen? And now you’ve humiliated me. You’re such a bastard, Russo!”

He perched on the edge of his desk, looking over at her, “I humiliated you? How? - cos I wouldn’t fuck you when you just threw yourself at me?” He folded his arms over his chest.

“And I already apologised for maybe sending mixed messages. But you also carry some of the blame, Dinah, you assumed things based on a couple of lunches and a drink one night in a bar.” “And a kiss after that drink!” she bit back at him. He scoffed, “Fuck! Are you in junior high or somethin’?” Putting on a high-pitched voice, “He kissed me, mommy, so now we’re gettin’ married!”

He continued, back to his normal voice, “You’re being ridiculous and you know it. Listen, I’ll forget this whole thing ever happened if you get your damn head back on straight and focus your attention back onto the fucking case, instead of what I got inside my trousers!”

She stood up, “Fuck you, Russo! You know what, yes! Let’s get this case closed, then I won’t have to see your sorry ass ever again!” Looking around for her bag, she grabbed it off the floor and headed to the door. Billy, meanwhile, chuckled, “Now, Dinah... you’ve never seen my ass.”

She flipped him the finger with real feeling, and left.

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Billy was driving over to her place, and he dropped her a text saying he was nearly there. He hadn’t called her back, because he wanted to tell her face-to-face about what happened earlier with Dinah. It wasn’t something you talked about on the phone. He still couldn’t quite get his head round how desperate Madani had been, clawing at his clothes and her hands and mouth all over him. Now he guessed he knew what it felt like to be treated like a piece of meat, and at least had the decency to feel some personal guilt.

It was pretty much how he’d treated women all his life, if he was being honest. He wondered if not having a mother around, someone who would’ve loved and nurtured and cared for him, had contributed to his “fuck ‘em and leave ‘em” attitude to women. Who knew?

He sighed, knowing his girl was going to be really fucked off when he told her about it, and he only hoped that - coming so soon after the lunch date thing - she believed him when he said he’d shut her down as quickly as he could. Should he stop and buy her some flowers or something? Nah. That might just make him look guilty.

As he drove, the thought came unbidden into his mind that the Dinah thing was something that Previous Billy Russo would’ve just sat back and let happen. And enjoyed it. He started quietly laughing at himself, shit... he was screwed.

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You’d just poured yourself another glass of wine when your phone chimed.

Picking it up, you saw it was a text from Billy... “Nearly at your place, angel. Any food going? ;) 😘”

You laughed, he really was a cheeky big devil. But, nah, no home cooking tonight Russo, you thought, I’m too frazzled after today. So you grabbed a menu from your local Thai and called them with an order of two portions of green curry, fragrant rice and some sides to be delivered in about twenty minutes.

Opening the door to Billy a few minutes later, you grabbed him into a bear hug and just rested your head on his chest. Not that he wasn’t enjoying it, but Billy knew this wasn’t ‘you’. You’d told him you didn’t ever want to be seen as ‘too clingy’ with your men. He’d told you at the time that you could cling to any part of his body you wanted to, for as long as you wanted to.

Taking hold of your arms, he gently moved you back so he could see you properly, “Hey, hey... you OK, angel?” You gulped a bit and nodded, then headed away to get a wine glass for him. Now he was here, you actually felt quite weepy, but you weren’t about to start blubbering like a big adult baby in front of him.

Billy closed your apartment door behind him, and followed you to the kitchen area. You saw him looking past you at the cooker and you laughed, instantly cheered up. “Sorry, Billy. No food, couldn’t be bothered.” His ‘disappointed puppy’ face was something to see. You poured him some wine, “Don’t worry darling, some Thai is on its way to us, should be here in about 15.” “Thank fuck for that, sweetheart, I’m absolutely starvin’!” he smiled down at you. Handing him the glass, you moved back to the sofa, collapsing onto it with a sigh.

Billy joined you, putting his glass on the coffee table and reaching down to take his trainers and socks off. He swung his legs up and his bare feet landed in your lap. You started tugging at his toes a little, and he picked his wine glass back up and took a sip. “Mmhm, that is a good red wine. And that,” he wiggled his toes against your fingers as you stroked them, “...is heavenly.” “It’s all the nerve endings. There’s so many of them in your feet.” He nodded, smirking, “But not as many as in another part of me.”

You laughed, untangling your fingers from his toes and reaching over to run them through his hair, “Food first, tiger.” He laid his hand over yours as you rested it on the back of his neck, sighing, “Yeah, okayyy... I won’t argue with you about it this time.”

Your buzzer sounded just then, and you collected the food from the delivery guy, then took it all over to the coffee table. Picking up cutlery and napkins from the kitchen, you and Billy proceeded to demolish the delicious Thai meal and then both collapsed back against the sofa. “That was...” Billy groaned and stretched, “...wonderful.” He reached for you, pulling you against him, kissing you lazily, softly. “Mmm. You know you didn’t kiss me when I got here? But I’ll let you off,” he smiled at you, but the smile faded almost immediately . He suddenly sat up, as if he was going to make a break for the door.

You felt a bit spooked by this - you’d just decided that second you were going to tell him about your ‘stalker’ - and it was almost as if he’d guessed you had something uncomfortable to say.

Looking across at him, you cleared your throat, feeling nervous for some reason. You noticed Billy had the same nervous look on his face you were sure you had on yours.

“Billy...” he was staring at you, “Madani came to the café today. Twice in fact.” His mouth dropped. You carried on quickly, “The first time she just had a coffee and left. In fact I wasn’t even 100% sure it was her. It was though, she came back later under the pretence of interviewing me to find out how us knowing each other would ‘impact’ her case.” You reached over and took his hand, he was still staring at you, amazed look on his face. “Then she just couldn’t help herself, she told me you two were seeing each other - dating, she said!”

He was shaking his head, “Nuh-uh, no! We were never....” You interrupted him, “I know. Look, Billy, I set her straight. Told her that was before you met me, and... and all that stuff with her was in the past.” A small grin appeared on his face, and you continued, “I hope I wasn’t out of line saying that.” He stroked your hand, “You definitely weren’t.” “But I didn’t tell her why you’d been... so friendly... with her. She wasn’t happy, Billy, like really not happy. Stormed off without saying another word.”

Billy was nodding to himself, “All makes sense now.” He looked over at you, eyes wide, “Got a visit from her too, must’ve been after she’d been to see you.” He took a deep breath, “Look, you’re not gonna like this, but please just hear me out.”

Your stomach dropped, you really didn’t like where this was heading. What had that crazy woman got up to with Billy?

“She came to Anvil, and... and, well she basically jumped me. Just walked in, didn’t say a word, tryin’ to get my clothes off, hands everywhere. I tried to grab her hands but didn’t wanna go over the top.” You were still holding hands, and he intertwined his fingers with yours, gazing deep into your eyes. “She went for my zip and that was it, got her in an armlock and threw her off me. She fell over on her ass.”

He was surprised when you burst out laughing. That was a much better reaction than he’d been expecting. “Oh I’d’ve paid good money to see that,” you said, trying to catch your breath, “Billy, I think she’s lost it. Gone a bit nuts with jealousy over you. Your male ego must be totally preening right now.” He smirked, but then got serious again. “No, actually it’s not... it’s just made me feel guilty. About how I had a “one and done” approach with women up till now. Got a dose of my own medicine, angel.”

“Treating people like sex objects, you mean? I’m sure most of us have done that at some point. Maybe you more than most,” you shrugged. “But have you turned over a new leaf, Billy Russo?” you asked, hand going to his bristly cheek. He nodded slowly, “ Yes I have, ma’am. Ever since I met you,” leaning in and kissing you. Your arms went round his neck, and you kissed him back hard. He whispered, “I was really afraid to tell you about it. Thought you wouldn’t believe me.”

You whispered back, “I don’t really know why, but I trust you, Billy. Don’t make me regret it.” “I promise you I won’t.”

You slid your hands under the hem of his hoodie, “Moving right along, Russo... I hope you don’t mind if I treat you like a sex object for the rest of the night.” His eyes twinkled at you as he said, “Oh, well, gee I might need to get my union rep involved.”

You slid your hands further up his chest, and reached up to kiss that sensual mouth of his. Then you sat up and took your bra off from under your t-shirt, dropping it on the floor before climbing onto him. You shimmied your leggings down your thighs slightly, and rubbed your body along his. Bill’s eyes were as wide as the moon, watching to see what you were going to do to him.

One of your hands went to the waistband of his tracksuit but then you paused, “D’you want me to stop, Billy?” Despite your earlier joke, you were aware that Madani had just invaded his personal space and not in a good way. His dark chocolate eyes were gazing into yours, and shaking his head he stuttered, “N-no.”

So your hand continued its journey southward underneath his boxer briefs, and soon it was happily wrapped around his velvety length. He gave a deep groan, one hand going to your hip, the other to your clit. You really weren’t in the mood for foreplay. After the events of the day you just wanted to feel Billy inside you, making you feel good and driving away any remaining thoughts or insecurities you might have about Madani.

The fact that you both still had your clothes on was exciting you as it made it seem like you two were having an illicit encounter. You pushed Billy’s tracksuit and briefs down to mid-thigh, revealing him in all his glory. Knowing you were more than ready for him, you gave him a couple of firm strokes and then guided his cock between your legs and put his tip straight inside you.

Billy gave a surprised gasp, but then thrust up into you as you rode him. “Uhh...” he groaned, then managed to say, “...no condom.” “Fuck it,” you whispered back, “...it’s fine, don’t worry.” You loved the view you had of him, hair in disarray where you’d been running one hand through it and those dark eyes of his on you, always on you. You felt him deep inside you and clenched around him, making his eyes close in pleasure and a long low groan escape his lips. His hand gripped your hip, his other hand massaging your breast and palming your nipple, making you gasp.

You stepped up your pace, riding him like you were about to ride off into the sunset. He was making a lot of noise you noticed, crying out and groaning, almost whimpering, so you leant over and whispered “Puppy” into his ear. As expected he laughed but then smacked your behind, quite hard, making you yell “Ow!!!” You gripped him extra firmly in retaliation and he howled, “Okay, okay, I surrender! I can’t last much longer anyhow....” and he did come shortly after that, huffing out a big breath, fingers digging into your hips and his own thrusting up to meet yours. He then made sure you climaxed, staying inside you, stroking your pussy before moving his thumb to your clit and pleasuring you until you came.

You lay in each other’s arms, in that post-sex blissful state. Billy’s nose was buried in your hair as it lay against your shoulder, and you could feel him rubbing it back and forward, tangling up in your hair and gliding across your skin too.

You heard a massive sigh, his chest rising and falling. “Billy?” you murmured, “You OK?” He sat up a bit and propped his head up on his elbow, gazing at you. He gave a quiet laugh, “No, I’m not. In fact, I’m really fucked.” You sat up too. “Well, yes so am I, if you recall!” you laughed. Reaching out, you stroked the hair on his chest, between his pecs.

“But, seriously, what d’you mean, Billy?”

His eyes looked huge as he gazed at you, “I, uh... think I’ve fallen in love with you.” He stroked your cheek, “And it scares the shit out of me.”

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Additional A/N: In case you hadn’t guessed, this my imaginary ‘Real Love for Russo’ AU ☺️

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@blackbirddaredevil23 @galaxyjane

[kasey-writes-stuff]

hi i love ur writing! i was wondering if u could write either sap or dream x reader where the reader steals their favorite hoodie and then they get wrecked?

You most certainly can here you go <3 /p

You had snuck into dreams room while he was in sapnaps room with him as he streamed, and had stolen his favorite hoodie... It was just so comfy and it smelt like him so it comforted you... You laid on the couch in the living room rewatching criminal minds, when suddenly Dream and sapnap come in having finished streaming...

“Hey Y/N whatcha- hold on is that my favorite hoodie” Dream looked at you slight mischief in his eyes, you blushed a light pink “Oh uh yea...” He shook his head “Y/N what did I say about taking my favorite hoodie?” You shrunk down slightly in anticipation “Not to take it...” “mhm so if you know what I said then why did you take it?” You’re blush grew to turn a light red,curse Dream knowing you so well... it made everything more flustering... “I uh was cold” you shrugged with a nervous smile on your face, sap having caught on to everything decided to join in smirking as he says “So why didn’t you just take one of his other ones or one of mine?”

“Well I uh well I it’s uh I just uh really like this one better?” Sap and Dream laughed stepping to where they were now directly in front of you “ Yea uh huh as if we believe that” sap shook his head, Dream nodded “Yea nah I don’t believe that for a single second, sap get em!” Before you can even try and run sap grabs you and places you on the floor holding your arms above your head, Dream carefully settles himself on your calves to be sure he can reach all your best spots...

“Guhuhuyyss is this really needed?” Sap laughed softly “Well duh you stole his favorite hoodie and anytime you steal our favorite hoodies it means you want wrecked so of course it’s needed because we wanna give you what you want” Dream nodded smirking casually “Yea we’d hate to not give you what you want hoodie monster” he chuckled softly as he began drumming his fingers over your hoodie covered stomach making you squeak softly as you fell into giggles, the hoodie blocking most of the sensations “Eek! Ddrehhahammm nnhahahhahaa!”

Sapnap chuckled softly “You got yourself into this mess y/n lee” he smirked as he said the last part, the teasy nicknames making you blush more “shahahpp sshuhuhuttt uhuhuppp” Dream scoffed “hey that wasn’t nice!” Sapnap pouted softly as he reached down with his free hand and poked your side, delighting in the yelp and large jump it emitted from you, Dream grinned smugly “Oh yea I forgot how much pokes affect them haha” Sapnap laughed “And that’s with the hoodie on imagine it with the hoodie off” he purposely leaned down and said the last part in your ear making you squeak and put your ear to your shoulder “EEK sahhahahppp!”

Dream and sap giggled softly as sap wordlessly began blowing air on your ears flipping back and forth for a good few seconds before stopping, Dream then grins smugly once more as he lifts the hoodie to where it covers your eyes! Suddenly your feel ten times more vulnerable... You can hear the smugness in dreams voice as he says “Oh yea by the way picked up this trick from George, he said this makes everything way worse it heightens your ticklishness mind testing that out for me?” He absolutely radiated pure smugness as he started sending rapid pokes to your thin t-shirt covered tummy and sides

You squeaked falling into loud giggles jumping at each and every poke “EEK ffrrihihihicckkk ihihittt ihihisss wwohohorrrsshehehehe!” sap nodded “Good! That makes doing this” he snickers as he lets go of your wrists and immediately dives both hands into your armpits vibrating his fingers around “A whole lot more fun!” You squeal falling into soft laughter “EEP ssshahhhapppyyy nohohoho nhahahattt ffhahhahaiirrr!”

Sap snickers slightly “hey you’re the one that stole the hoodie in the first place so technically this is your own fault” Dream snickers in agreement “He’s got a point ya know” He suddenly switches from poking aimlessly around your sides and stomach to squeezing your hips making you snort before falling into cackles mixed with snorts every so often “*snort* DREAM NOT THERE! AAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA*snort* AHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH*snort*AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA”

“Awe are someone’s hips too ticklish? Can they not take the tickly tickles?” Sap asks teasingly making you blush behind the hoodie, dream laughs softly “I don’t think they can I’m barely doing anything and they’re losing it” he smirks pausing the hip tickles as he gently lifts your shirt to rest a few inches above your belly button, you giggle residually as you catch your breathe “ddrrhehehehahahmmm nohohoho” Dream grins smugly not saying anything, you wait and wait what feels like forever before a small scream rips out of your throat! That stupid little jerk! He didn’t even go for your tummy he started squeezing your thighs! “AAAHHH DREAM NAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA FRRRIHIHIHIHICCCKKK!”

Sap chuckled softly “Wow it really does make it even worse!” Dream nodded “Oh yea and that makes this even more fun” You were blushing bright red under the hoodie “IHIHITT DOHOHOHEHESSS NHAHATTT MMHAHHAKKHEHEH IHIHITT MMOHOHORRRHEHEHE FUHUHUNN!” Sap rolled his eyes as he squeezed your side “Oh shut up no need to deny it, we know you love it that this makes you more ticklish and there’s nothing to be ashamed of about that” he stopped the squeezing and lightly ran his hands through your hair,

Dream stopped as well and gently pulled the hoodie down from your face before rubbing the tingles away “Sapnap is right you know there’s nothing to be ashamed of about this” he noticed your pout through your giggles and said “hey hey no pouting about this you have to just be able to breathe okay? Being under that hoodie probably makes it harder to breathe and you’ve never had this done before so we need to take it slower okay?” Your residual giggles slow to a stop as you nod smiling softly, you know he’s right you just can’t help it sometimes you’re stubborn and always wanting to push yourself to be better and do better,

“okay... uh.. t-thanks for this by the way...” Dream and sap smile and Sap holds your hands gently before beginning to lightly scratch your palms making you squeak and giggle softly as he says “No need to thank us we all enjoy this so it’s really no problem” Dream nods softly as he gently traces shapes on your tummy making you squeak again falling into squeaky soft giggles, “Yea thanks really isn’t needed” you smile and giggle happily “eehahahhahahheheehahhaha wehehehehlll ssttihihilll ihihimm tthahhahnnkkfuhhull ahahnnyywwhahayysss”

You start to yawn through your giggles and so Dream slowly gets off your calves and pulls you towards him, sap pouts but then smiles as Dream picks you up, he follows Dream as he carries you to your room... Sap opens the door for him and he gently lays you down on your bed, him and sap begin to leave the room but you whine and do the grabby hands so they smile softly each laying down on a side of you cuddling you and each other

And so the rest of the night was spent peacefully sleeping and cuddling together

The end

[mobius-prime]

277. Sonic Universe #8

Mobius: 30 Years Later (Part 4 of 4): The Freedom Fighters of the Future

Writer: Ian Flynn Pencils: Tracy Yardley! Colors: Jason Jensen

So things are bad. Tikhaos is wrecking the castle and is already looking to move on to the rest of Portal, and no one really knows how they'll stop her. Sonic doesn't even know what he's looking at, and is baffled when Lara-Su mentions the monster's name, leading to the mention of a couple more noodle incidents.

I will say it seems a little trite to rehash the whole Perfect Chaos thing once again in a new setting, akin to how Star Wars just rehashed the Death Star twice after the original movie, but then again, the whole point of this arc is to show history repeating itself in both negative and positive ways. I actually do like the concept of the Future Freedom Fighters, the children of the original Freedom Fighters, carrying on the fight against renewed threats to the world - in m opinion it's one of the only things this arc actually gets right. The team wonders how Tikhaos was released and how she got all this Chaos energy in her in the first place, but decide they have to focus on the most present threat first.

This is one of the only actual character moments King Shadow gets at all in this arc, and honestly, I don't buy it. I suppose this is meant to be sort of a "bad future" Shadow, in which he never truly got the chance to fully comprehend Maria's ultimate wish and ended up horribly misinterpreting it, trying to bring peace to the world by conquering it and enforcing that "peace" through his brutal regime. But it falls incredibly flat without any kind of attempt at explaining how he ended up like this. Literally all we know about the past of this particular timeline is that Sonic disappeared shortly after Eggman was finally defeated for good - details that were covered in Penders' version of the future, such as Knuckles going green once more and "remaking the world as he saw fit" or whatever aren't confirmed to have happened or not happened, making everything about what led up to this moment entirely uncertain. Thus, there's no explanation whatsoever about what could have happened to Shadow that led to him becoming so brutal and tyrannical - literally, the backstory provided in SU#5 just makes it seem like he showed up one day and started taking over for no reason. Given his relatively tame character progression in the comics compared to in the games (where he undergoes significantly more trauma and is actually directly exposed to the temptation to violently take over the world), I find him developing in this direction extremely hard to believe. Like, I know I've gone on about how he's my favorite and all, but even if he wasn't, him becoming evil like this just makes no logical sense.

Anyway, Sonic orders Lara-Su to organize the rest of her band of new Freedom Fighters to stall Tikhaos while he rescues his family from the panic room, and orders Argyle to contact the Echidna Security Team to evacuate the city. Lara-Su is nervous about being totally in charge, but takes to it like a natural, ordering the others to distract and halt Tikhaos' advance so people have a chance to get away. Meanwhile, Sonic finds the half-destroyed panic room… with Sally still sitting pretty inside it, a vapid smile on her face. Seriously, normally Ian is good at writing his female characters, so I don't know what the hell happened here with Sally. I get she's close to fifty years old at this point and she was never a frontline combatant in the first place, but the Sally I know wouldn't exactly be content to just sit around while the castle literally fell apart around her, she'd be getting everyone on their feet and looking for an escape route, goddammit.

Once again I have to point out that Silver's motivations don't seem to make sense here. In every other appearance he makes in the comic, he's fully convinced that a traitor within the ranks of the Freedom Fighters is what caused his future to come to ruin, and yet here it's pretty clearly a result of Tikhaos' rage, which was obviously not caused by any Freedom Fighter at all. As Sonic carries Sally and encourages his kids to follow him to safety outside of the castle, Argyle reports that the evacuation of the city is going smoothly, with no reported casualties so far. The new Freedom Fighters are doing a decent job of holding back Tikhaos, but they're nowhere near strong enough to actually take her down, and are due to wear down eventually. Most importantly, the Dark Presence has actually fully renounced Shadow, and are helping to evacuate the civilians and have also freed Tails and Mina. Seems like a pretty quick turnaround for a terrorist organization, but whatever. There's also no further elaboration on the whole Shadow thing, by the way. You'd think everyone would freak out at the knowledge that Shadow has escaped containment and is clearly behind this disaster, but he's never mentioned again in the issue. This would have been the perfect opportunity to actually explain what the hell happened to him to cause such a drastic change in personality, and to have him show some actual regret and character growth from it all, but nah, he apparently just vanishes into the aether never to be seen again or face any consequences for his actions here. Great writing, Ian! Lara-Su decides that the fight is becoming a little too dicey, and decides to try appealing to Tikhaos' emotional side.

Hey, Tails! As he joins in the fight, Mina rushes in to grab their two kids and carry them to safety, much to Melody's annoyance. She protests that she and Skye are Freedom Fighters now, to which Skye emphatically agrees despite his timid nature, and this softens Mina's heart a little, no doubt remembering her own past with the original team. Meanwhile, Jacques and Belle are almost crushed by one of Tikhaos' tentacles, when Silver jumps into the fight.

While he helps stall Tikhaos, Sonic and Lara-Su discuss what needs to be done to actually stop her entirely. Manik and Sonia chime in at this point, reminding Sonic of his victory over Perfect Chaos when he was young and how he targeted its brain, and though he's not too pleased with being reminded that he's not young anymore, he decides they have a point. He calls on everyone on the field to clear a path for him as he rushes the beast, but he's not as fast as he used to be, and it turns to face him…

Look, I know Mobians like to start 'em young, but have we forgotten Sonic's kids are literally four years old?! I mean, kudos to them and all, but that's incredibly dangerous! Still, I can only imagine how popular one might be growing up if they were not only the offspring of a great war hero, but could also boast they took down a deadly monster at the age of four. With Tikhaos weakened, Lara-Su approaches while reciting Tikal's prayer, and this calms her down until she's reverted back to her ordinary Tikal-shaped spirit form, sleeping on the ground. Sonic congratulates everyone on working together effectively to save the day, and cracks a few obligatory jokes about his back hurting because, you know, he's old now.

"Chronos Control," huh? I actually like that quite a bit, nice twist on the ol' familiar Chaos Control. Sally congratulates Sonic on helping save the day, still relegated to being the useless cheerleader on the sidelines instead of doing literally anything proactive like her present-timeline self would definitely have been doing, and everyone poses for a nice final shot, excited to have formed the new Freedom Fighters. Despite the many, many (many) criticisms I have of this entire arc, it is a nice ending at least, fit to stand with the other triumphant finales in the comic at least. Still, overall, I feel like it was shallow, nonsensical, and full of bad characterizations of all the familiar characters. Individuals like Tails and Sally don't feel like themselves at all, but blank slates with the same names as their present-day counterparts, and others such as Shadow are entirely unrecognizable. Luckily for my sanity, this is the last foray we make into the Light Mobius timeline in the comic, and any future issues that deal with the future are set… a bit further into the future, if you catch my drift.

Like the last SU arc, this one ends with a teaser epilogue for the next arc, featuring none other than Finitevus coming out of a warp ring somewhere in a desert in Downunda, speaking to an unknown shadowy figure about how Angel Island is almost overhead and how he's "dying" to meet Knuckles again… Dun dun duuunnn!

[amethystdarkwolf]

Will you?

AU: Human Ship: Remile Prompt: X Requested by: X Warnings: None! Summary: Remy has been a bit secretive about a certain event, and Emile wonders why, but when they attend, it is made incredibly clear. F/A/H-C: Fluff POV: 3rd ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Side note: This is for my amazing friend, @side-for-sides  love ya, Friendo!! <3 Have some fluff!!  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Rem, c’mon get up, we both have to go to work…” Emile murmured to his boyfriend as he pretended to still be asleep. Remy made a small groan of annoyance and only clung onto Emile tighter, “Five more minuuutessss” Emile rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help the smile on his face, “You said that ten minutes ago.”

“Hmm, Ten more minutes then”

“Remy no.”

Emile sighed, “Okay, that’s it,” and despite the whines from his boyfriend, pryed Remy’s arms off of him. Remy luckily gave up and sat up, rubbing at his eyes, “You’re so mean to me, gemstone.” he playfully whined. Emile only shook his head, his boyfriend was ridiculous, but, of course, he loved him more than anything. They traded a few more murmurs of playful teasing, and smaller, quicker, and sweeter kisses before beginning to get ready for their day.

“Sugar, please.”

“Are you talking about me or the coffee?”

“I’m asking my sugar to pass me the sugar for my coffee so, yes.”

Remy snorted at Emile’s response, handing him the sugar before putting his bag over his shoulder, he grabbed his own coffee and placed a small quick kiss to Emile’s cheek, “I’m headin’ out, talk to you later, gemstone.” Emile smiled, “Goodbye, love.” Remy only looked at Emile with a look of adoration before putting on his sunglasses and leaving.  Emile had a patient in an hour so he headed out not too long after Remy. Deciding to stop for some breakfast on the way there.

When Emile got home, Remy wasn’t there. This was a bit unusual for him, normally Remy is home a bit before him. He tried not to think anything of it, and just began working on dinner for the two of them, normally Remy does it, but again, normally Remy is home earlier. Remy hates his job, always going off about how miserable it is, which is fair, he isn’t given much off-time. Last year he didn’t have any. So he wouldn’t stay late…

Emile had dinner completely finished once Remy got home. It was about two hours since he would have normally gotten home. Emile asked, not accusingly of course since there was nothing to accuse him of. Remy blamed it on a wreck that had happened on the highway that caused a whole bunch of back up and such. No one was hurt luckily. Though Emile was slightly suspicious of how he knew that…

A little later that night, Remy was quiet for a moment, before asking, “Hey babe, wanna go out to eat on Saturday?” Today was Thursday. Emile thought for a second, and glanced at his phone to double check he didn’t have any patients that day before nodding, “Yeah, where?” Remy grinned, “I’ll let you know when we go.”

“Wait how am I gonna know if I can afford it if-”

“Don’t worry about it.”

And that was the end of the conversation, it was not brought up again until Saturday. Luckily, Remy somehow managed to get off of work that day. Remy explained that they were going somewhere kind of fancy so, he may wanna dress up a bit. Which Emile was surprised about, Remy was not the one to dress up or go places fancy, but his current outfit was much more sophisticated than his normal attire.

Emile had decided to just go along with it. Remy seemed to have something on his mind, as he was driving he kept drumming his fingers on the wheel. When Emile asked if he was upset or nervous, he got a very quick, “Nah, I’m good! You okay?” Deflecting and redirecting the question… Hmm. Emile said nothing about it but paid attention to his mannerisms. Mentally nothing a few nervous habits he seemed to be displaying.

When they got to the restaurant, Emile was awed, not only was it fancy it was an almost five-star level restaurant. People holding the doors open, tall ceilings lined with shimmering chandeliers. “Rem, I can’t affor-” He was cut off, “Gemstone, don’t worry about it…” Remy spoke softly, taking his hand as they walked in. Remy apparently had a reservation. Which Emile didn’t remember him making.

They were seated at one of the upper levels of restaurant, filled with proper looking families and older couples who gave them odd looks due to them both being males presumably. Or it could be the fact that Remy had a bit of a darker skin tone than Emile, or both, who knows? They had gotten their appetizers, and were waiting on their meals when Emile asked, “What is this all for Rem?”

Remy drummed his fingers against the table again and shook his head, “I’ll tell you once we finish eating, Em.” before switching the topic. They discussed other things as they ate, old stories they had not yet told, reliving memories from when they first got together a few years ago, and things not pertaining to memories. Though Emile’s question lingered, unanswered and barely acknowledged.

Once they had finished eating, Emile looked at Remy expectantly. Emile rarely forgets things, and Remy was well aware of this. So Remy took a deep breath, again drumming his fingers against the table for a second.

“I’ve been, lying a bit to you, Em…”

Emile paused a bit shocked about that considering the circumstances, “Okay…? What about, babe?”

“I can get a hell of a lot more time off than I have been. But I’ve just been saving up.”

Emile looked at him confused, “For this?” he asked, gesturing around. Remy shrugged, a small grin creeping on his face, “Well, yeah, but more specifically,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box, and handed it to Emile, “For this.” Emile felt his heart stop, he slowly opened the box and gasped, feeling tears invade his eyes.

The box contained a beautiful rose gold ring diamonds lining the band about halfway around, leading up to a large circular diamond in the center. Small circles of the rose gold intertwining some of the diamonds on the side and circling the one in the middle, which had a few smaller diamonds around it as well. “Emile Picani, will you marry me?” Remy asked.

And of course, with tears falling down his face and his hands shaking, Emile said yes.

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[toopunktofuck]

the thing about DBT is while it saved my life, there are some times where all it does is. it makes me functional. i’m still depressed, constantly anxious, a nervous wreck, breaking down in private, etc but i can just. function. and work. and shower almost every day. and clean a bit every day as my body allows it. and eat mostly healthy foods. and i fucking hate every fucking minute of it and am so so tempted to just become a ball of filth who lets myself get fired constantly and stay in bed for days and eat mcdonalds constantly and drink soda exclusively again but then my DBT brain goes “nah that’s not effective and won’t help anything so why do it?”

and it’s given me a lot of perspective on perspective itself. I spent so long taking all these drugs both prescribed and non and doing all these weird ass therapies and at one point not long after my mom died considered shocking my brain just to make the feelings go away and the answer was instead to let the feelings roll and live anyway because if you don’t keep living a life worth living you won’t be able to enjoy it when you ARE in a good mood. sure, a fuckton of therapists before DBT told me to exercise, to eat, to hygiene, to make the dopamine, but didn’t tell me how to shift my perspective so I even felt I was worth doing those things for even when I was at my lowest points. they even seemed to believe those things would shift my perspective, not that my perspective should change first.

i also want to know how like, 20+ psychiatrists saw me before one of em went “you’re clearly very traumatized and you need to work on your behavior and medication doesn’t do that, let’s send you to this hospital’s DBT program” like.... the trauma model of mental illness is only recently being more recognized but has been recognized in BPD for longer than most and I was a literal textbook “I’m going to write my ex letters in my own blood because that will make him date me again!” borderline

[storyknitter]

Kissing Scars

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The first night that Theron spent in the Commander's quarters after escaping medbay, Vassanna had slept on the couch.

She'd claimed it was nothing new and she hadn’t wanted to accidentally hurt him in her sleep. The thought of her curled up alone on the sofa every night for months, the bed pristinely made and completely ignored, broke his heart anew; he wondered again how he could have screwed things up so badly.

It had been a week now since he’d returned to their rooms. Five whole days. Things were mostly fine between them during the day, but nights... nights were the hardest. They both fell back into old patterns, wrapping the habits of the past year around themselves like a security blanket.

Theron wanted to let Sanna take the time that she needed to be comfortable around him again. There were a handful of occasions when she’d startled quicker than a wild daubird at the slightest touch from him, on her elbow or her back, and he’d felt like a monster. He didn't want to push her, but he was concerned – no, he admitted to himself, he was terrified – that they wouldn't be able to change this lonely routine of theirs. He needed to make things right, to put things back together the way that they used to be. Well, as close as he could.

And so, as Sanna finished her nightly ablutions, Theron waited patiently outside the ‘fresher, where he was definitely not pacing.

Okay, he was pacing.

Thoughts ran rampant and no amount of meditative tricks could contain them or put them in any sort of order. Doubts swirled through him, obscuring the bright hope sparked by their brutally honest conversation when they’d first returned to Odessen. For kriff’s sake, he could talk his way into infiltrating the enemy, cozying up to them with no problem, yet he couldn't talk to the person he loved without screwing things up? Pathetic.

He sighed in irritation laced with embarrassment and swore under his breath, remembering the mess he’d made trying to ask Sanna to marry him. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted her, wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Hells, he’d known years ago that he wanted to be with her forever. He just hadn't expected her to bring it up first, and definitely not at that point in time. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed again.

How in all the hells was he going to fix this?

(He should probably bring up his fears and guilt in his next re-acclimation therapy session: the mandatory meetings with his counselor were standard procedure when an Alliance member came back from a harrowing mission – and nearly dying after most of a year in deep cover was definitely classified as “harrowing.”

Regardless, the sessions seemed to be going fairly well. Theron was doing a lot of talking to a Jedi Empath, though he wasn't sure that simple chatter would truly help his nightmares go away. The paranoia was fading, thankfully.

At least, he thought it was.)

Theron nearly jumped out of his boots when Vassanna opened the ‘fresher door, so entrenched was he in his thoughts. She looked as surprised as he felt to find herself face to face with an anxious, pacing wreck who was muttering to himself.

“Are you all right?” she asked hesitantly.

“Uh, yeah. I'm fine. All fine here now, thanks,” Theron stammered, and she didn’t appear convinced. “Everything's perfectly all right.”

“If you’re sure,” she said, excusing herself. She slipped past him to the bed and took her pillow with a small smile, but he grabbed her hand before she could make her way to the sofa, squeezing it.

“Wait,” Theron said, hushed. “Stay with me tonight. Please, Sanna.”

A look of uncertainty flickered across her features before she met his gaze, that damned Jedi mask firmly in place. “Okay.”

“Oh,” he said, unable to keep the shock out of his voice. “Okay, great.” Relief flooded his chest and it was exponentially easier to breathe; he couldn't believe that she'd agreed so quickly. “Great,” he said again, carefully making his way to the side of the bed, but her puzzled voice stopped him in his tracks as he reached for the covers.

“So... are you planning on sleeping in your coat and boots?”

Glancing down, Theron realized that he was, in fact, still fully clothed from the day. He sighed and ran his hand over the back of his neck, feeling heat creeping along his jaw toward his ears. Be honest with her and to hells with your embarrassment, he thought. Just spit it out.

“I’m really nervous,” he rushed out, turning to face Sanna. “I don’t wanna fuck this up any more than I already have, but I have no idea how to make it better.” Meeting her eyes, he saw the worry and confusion he felt reflected in her features.

“I don’t, either,” she whispered with a shrug, still hugging the pillow to her chest. “But, um, why don’t you start by getting ready for bed?” A small chuckle from both of them broke the tension in the air.

“Sounds like a plan.” With that, Theron eased his boots off with his feet, wincing only slightly as he stepped out of the left boot and kicked it toward the armoire. Shrugging painlessly out of the long, grey duster proved more difficult, but Sanna took pity on him after the briefest of moments. Crossing to his side of the bed, she reached up, whisking the jacket off his shoulders and hanging it up with practiced efficiency.

Turning back to him but avoiding his gaze, she pulled his pajama shorts over with the Force, setting them within arm’s reach at the foot of the bed. She stretched out her arms to help remove his trousers. Her limbs froze centimeters from the fabric, as though just realizing what she was about to do.

“Sorry, I–” she muttered, pulling her hands back to her chest.

“No, it’s okay. I, uh... I got it,” Theron answered, wondering just how awkward things could get between them. Stars, he missed the easy camaraderie they'd had. Sanna turned aside as he undid the closure at his waist and leaned over to slip off his pants. His healing wound protested the movement and he crumpled into himself, gasping at the heat that shot through him, arms clutched tight to his chest.

“Theron.” He turned his head in her direction, trying to meditate around the fiery spasms. A cool hand on his cheek helped him focus, but her worry buzzed in the back of his mind. “When are you due for your next dose of pain medication?”

“What time is it?” he asked through clenched teeth, and carefully dropped to sit on the edge of the bed, still curled up tight, his trousers around his knees.

“Just past 2300 hours.”

“‘bout an hour and a half ago, then.”

With a frustrated sigh, Vassanna retrieved the pill bottle and waited, arms crossed and lips pursed, as he swallowed the light blue tablets. “Stop it,” she bit out. “Just stop trying to be a big damn indestructible hero and take your meds when you’re supposed to.”

“I lost track of time,” Theron answered, his tone pacifying.

“Every day? Because this happens pretty often. Too often, in fact. Shouldn’t you have an alarm on your implants or something?” Concern and fear lay beneath the anger and frustration in her voice. His earlier admonishment echoed in his mind: Be honest with her and to hells with your embarrassment.

“I don’t like to depend on them,” he admitted sheepishly. “I don’t want to need them. And they make me fuzzy for a couple hours, or just knock me out completely. I hate it. I have zero control over what happens to me.”

“Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize– That’s understandable, I didn’t think about....” Her mouth pressed into a worried line and she knelt to remove his pants, folding and tossing them haphazardly on the reading chair.

“You don’t have to do this, sweetheart.” He couldn’t keep the endearment from slipping off his tongue – he'd missed saying it so badly while he was gone.

“I know,” Sanna said softly, looking away. “It hurts,” she admitted in a whisper, her hands balling into tight fists. “Seeing you in pain, it hurts.” Her subdued confession knocked the wind out of him and rendered him speechless.

“I’ll do better,” Theron promised when he found his voice. “I’ll make sure I take ‘em on time. I didn’t mean –”

“No, it’s okay, I’m just –”

“Sanna.” Theron reached out to comfort her, but she rose smoothly, quickly pulling herself together before gesturing for him to lift up his arms. Instead, he grasped her hand, turning it over to kiss the palm; she stood stock-still, eyes wide, and yanked her hand back to her chest as though his touch had burned.

“I’m sorry,” Vassanna said, blinking. “I’m sorry, this is–” She took a gasping breath and continued. “Theron, this is harder than I thought. I can’t seem to let this go but I’m trying, I swear. At least I think I’m trying. I don’t even know anymore.”

“Nah, you’re doing great.” He offered a lopsided grin that he couldn’t quite make reach his eyes. “If it helps, I can take the sofa or go to a new room, just for a little while, and–”

“No,” she interrupted, shaking her head. “No, you said you wouldn’t leave.”

“I said I’d do what would make things better for you, what you wanted. Do you want me to stay?”

Sanna nodded and stepped toward him, standing between his knees, her breath hitching. Gently, so very gently, she took his cheeks in her trembling hands and pressed a tender kiss to his brow.

“I want to make this work, Theron. I do,” she said, resting her forehead on his and drawing a shaking breath. “Oh stars, I almost lost you.” Her whisper was harsh and anguished. “How did you stand it, after Asylum?”

His palms came to rest on her hips and he nuzzled her nose. “Honestly? I have no idea.” Sliding his arms around her waist, Theron pulled her close, resting his head on her chest. Sanna's heartbeat thundered in his ear and the weight of her chin on the top of his head comforted him. Long moments passed and a peace settled over them.

“Let's finish getting you changed, shall we?” she asked and the tranquil spell was broken.

As Vassanna carefully lifted the shirt over his head, her eyes avoiding the bandages on his torso, Theron glanced down at the scar on her right thigh. It was hard to miss: as wide as his thumb and just off-center, toward the outside of her leg. It began about five or six centimeters above her knee and ran upward, disappearing under her pajama shorts. It wasn't there last year and, as much as he didn't want to know about its origins, he had to ask.

His hand came to rest gingerly on the side of her knee, his thumb brushing the bottom of the jagged scar, and he looked up at her. “Sanna, what’s this from?” She ignored his question, balling up his shirt and tossing it into the hamper with an intense focus.

“What happened?” Theron asked softly. The roughly-healed wound was too old for Nathema. Maybe Copero? He dismissed the thought, knowing that most of the combat she'd faced there had been against blasters and knives – and one lightsaber. None of those weapons left quite so ragged a mark.

“It’s nothing, Theron,” she said, giving him a small, sad smile.

With a frown of determination, he tugged on the back of her leg. She yelped as she fell forward, her hands finding his shoulders in an attempt to keep her balance. Drawing her knee to him, he pressed his lips tenderly to the bottom of the scar. Theron trailed kisses interspersed with apologies and declarations of love along the blemished skin until he reached the bottom hem of her pajamas.

“May I?” he asked, looking up at her, waiting patiently. Sanna closed her eyes and bit her lip, nodding. He gently, carefully pushed the shorts up to her hip, aghast at what he found: the rough, puckered scar ran nearly the entire length of her thigh, ending near her hip, an agonizing twenty-five centimeters from the start.

Oh Force, what had he done?

He shifted back on the bed until his calves hit the edge, and looked up at the woman before him. “C’mere,” he whispered, gently pulling her to straddle his lap as his hands rested on her hips. He tried again to meet her eyes, but she was focused on her nails. “Tell me what happened. Please, San?”

“Why do you need to know? It’s not important.” The sharp edge of her words sliced through his heart and he saw that he’d pushed too far – the one thing he hadn’t wanted to do.

“I don't,” he said softly. “I'm sorry for pressing, I shouldn’t have.”

She met his gaze, surprised that he wasn't going to insist on an answer, and rested her forehead on his. He was getting fuzzy-headed; the pain was practically gone, but so was his focus. Thankfully, he had an anchor in Vassanna as the room wobbled around him.

“Lana and I....” Her hesitant utterance brought him back to the present and helped him concentrate. “We jumped, but I don’t know if the train rocked while I was in the air or if I just misjudged the distance from the start; it's all still a bit of a blur.” Theron's winced as the hangnail she'd absently picked began to bleed. “Broken transparisteel is a lot sharper than I’d thought.”

Oh no. He thought he'd given them enough time to jump from the train safely. Damn it all, another miscalculation, another failure. His catalog of mistakes had damaged her shoulder and her leg, to say nothing of her heart and mind. Hissing out an expletive, he cradled Sanna's face in his palms and opened his mouth to apologize, to say something, but couldn't figure out where to start. The lines of her features softened, blurring, and he tried to blink her back into focus. Unable to do so, he simply rested his forehead on hers, his eyes screwed shut, breathing ragged as a sob threatened to escape.

“Hells, I’m sorry. I never meant to... I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I–”

“No. No more apologies, I forgive you.” He shook his head with a sniffle.

“I don’t deserve–”

“Stop,” she insisted, her thumb pressed to his mouth. Leaning in, Vassanna kissed him softly, her lips brushing his like a whisper. “Quit apologizing and kiss me instead.”

“But I–” She cut off his protest once more with a kiss, though more forceful this time, her hands curling around the back of his neck.

“I forgive you. I will say it as many times as you need to hear, but I would like to stop eventually.” Sanna trailed her fingertips up along his neck and jaw, curling a finger under his chin, and tilted his face toward hers. Summoning up the courage to meet her eyes, Theron glanced up and offered a sad smile. The pads of her thumbs brushed away the tears he hadn't realized were trickling down his cheeks and she kissed his forehead. Gentle fingertips traced his implants before she hugged him close, cradling his head to her chest.

Her tenderness broke down the last remaining walls that Theron had constructed to hold back all the guilt, the shame, the horror and regrets of the last year. Overwhelmed as the dam shattered, the emotions he'd buried for so long spilled over and he wrapped his arms around his Jedi – his Jedi, how in all the hells was she his again? – holding her tight. Memories threatened to drown him and Sanna was the only thing keeping his head above water. When had he last cried? He couldn’t even remember. He dug strong fingers into her back, twisting the fabric of her tank top, and buried his face in her neck.

Between the harsh sobs that wracked his body, Theron mumbled apologies and how much he loved her and missed her, so damned much, and how leaving her there, hurting her like that killed him. All that he had wanted was to keep her safe, he had to keep her safe because he couldn't bear to lose her again, not again, please not again. He wanted so badly to make things right, but if she didn't want this, didn't want him anymore, he understood.

Sanna murmured, calm and soothing, as Theron's shoulders shook and his chest heaved, gently rubbing his back, her other fingers curled around the back of his neck. He told her how much he hated what he'd done, working for the Order; hated himself for the things he'd done at their request, in their name. Was he any better than they were? They did it to destroy, but he'd done it to protect. He didn't think the distinction made that much of a difference, though.

“Shh, it's all right, Theron. You're all right; I'm here, it's okay,” she hummed, echoing the soft comfort he'd always offered to settle her after a nightmare. The memory brought a bittersweet smile to his lips and he kissed her collarbone, declaring his love for her once again. “Shh, it’s okay, you’re okay. No, I forgive you, we’ll be okay. We’ll make this work, sweet.” Sanna's words provided a healing balm that he tried to ignore: he didn't deserve her forgiveness, but she offered it so freely, so lovingly.

His tears had run their course, and Theron nuzzled her neck with his nose. “Stars above, I love you.” She gave a contented hum, squeezing him close.

Before his return home to Odessen, her hesitancy to respond in kind would have torn him to pieces, but he understood now. She still cared for him, loved him; her actions spoke louder than those three little words that had taken them both far too long to say. She could take as much time as she needed to say them again. It didn’t matter, so long as she wanted him by her side.

“I forgive you, a thousand times over,” she whispered in his ear, her arms still twined around his neck, resting on his shoulders. “Tell you what: I'll keep working on letting go of the hurt and the anger like a good little Jedi, and you can work on forgiving yourself.” Before Theron could protest, Sanna continued, her head resting on his. “I can feel it, you know: all the guilt that tries to smother you every time you think about... about your time with the Order. Our link isn’t the same as it was before, not yet, but I can feel it. And it breaks my heart.” She sniffled and tightened her embrace. “I need you to look at me and... and I need you to see me, Vassanna, not just some priceless family heirloom that you accidentally knocked over and broke into a million pieces. Because that's what it feels like and, oh stars, I can't...”

He nodded, his breath even once more. “I'll try, sweetheart. I–” Theron's next sentence disappeared with a groan as the room swam before his eyes. Sanna's arms tightened around him, his anchor at sea.

He blinked, opening his eyes to find himself on his back, her features – that beautiful face he'd missed so much – floating above him. Confusion furrowed his brows. Wait, was he actually home? Or was he dreaming again? Either way, he begged her not to leave him, not to sleep on the couch. He needed her to stay, please stay, he needed...

“Shh, it's okay, Theron.” Sanna twined her fingers with his, bringing the back of his hand to her lips, and the world pivoted sharply on the wrong axis.

Ah, fuck me, he thought as he tried to steady his vision, blinking to bring the room back to rights. A delicate snort came from his Jedi.

“No, my sweet,” she said, amusement dancing in her voice. “You're in no condition for fucking.”

“What?” he asked, dazed. Why had she brought up... shit, had he said that out loud?

“Yes, you did say that out loud. And I thought it was a rather clever response, too. But it’s all right. Just relax, Theron. Rest.”

“But you... no, don’t go.” Her hand was cool on his forehead and stars above, he’d missed her. He tightened his grip on her other hand, desperation clawing at his heart, and stared into her eyes, memorizing every fleck of amethyst. “Stay with me. Please, Sanna. I missed you so much. I hated joining them, they were terrible, and I hurt you. It killed me to hurt you.” Theron was rambling by this point, his words slurring, jumbled together as they raced from his lips. “Hells, your face. Seeing your face, it broke me. Then that damned droid sent a vid of you after our call and you cried. You cried and it was because of me, because I hurt you. I hurt you and I have to fix it but I don't know how. Stars help me, I don't know how. And I'm terrified that I'm gonna lose you because I don't know how to fix it. I have to...”

“Hush, Theron, it'll be all right.” She bestowed a kiss on his forehead, the light scent of her shampoo wafting past his nose. “I'm not going anywhere. Sleep now. Rest, and I'll be right here when you wake up. I promise.”

His vision faded to black, eyes fluttering closed, but Theron's fears and worries disappeared as a beautiful, golden warmth filled his heart. She'd promised, and Sanna had never let him down before.

[underquail]

..... Would you be pissed if I asked you to answer every single one?

Nope! Here we go! This is gonna be a long post, so asks are under the read more

1. Who’s your favourite character from UT?

Mettaton! I’ve cosplayed him like...3 times (and won like $50 from a costume contest eyyy). Undyne is a close second.

2. Who’s your least favourite character from UT?

Uhhhhh.....doIhaveone if I had to pick I guess Jerry??

3. Your opinion about UT fandon:

All fandoms have their......issues. I don’t heavily interact with fandoms but the other cosplayers I’ve met at cons were pretty cool

4. What’s your favourite quote?

“Despite everything, it’s still you.” I’ve cross stitched it and it was on my college graduation cap.

5. What’s your favourite soundtrack?

I really love how Hopes and Dreams ties a few of the other themes into it

6. Pacifist, neutral or genocide?

Oh geez...playing the pacifist route makes me feel warm inside, but...I admit I’ve done about fifteen genocide runs ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

7. Why did you decide to play UT?

Long story short, I was having an anxiety problem and I needed a distraction. I started playing and fell in love. Since then it’s been my go to for panic attack prevention.

8. Favourite battle?

The Mettaton battle is lots of fun. I do enjoy fighting Sans, though...I’m actually better at fighting him than Undyne the Undying

9. Favourite scene?

Cooking with Undyne

10. Your first letter to Mettaton was:

Don’t remember; think I mentioned legs

11. Your reaction when you saw Omega Flowey for the first time:

fuck

12. Your headcanon about Frisk’s gender:

dfab, agender

13. Which UT character reminds you of yourself?

Alphys, no question

14. Which UT character reminds you of your best friend?

My two best friends remind of Sans and Papyrus a lil :)

15. Would you smooch a ghost?

Heck yeah

16. Which UT character would be your best friend? Why?

idk, maybe Alphs

17. Do you remember your first killed character? Who was that?

Probably a froggit

18. Did you do sth in game you regret?

naahhh. It’s just a game.

19. Which ending was your first? 

TECHNICALLY it was the hard mode end at the end of the ruins--I knew Frisk’s name from tumblr and named the fallen child that first. I then proceeded to grind since it was hard to survive. Then I reset and got the no-kill neautral ending before the pacifist end.

20. Your favourite land in UT and why: (Snowdin, Waterfall or Hotland)

Waterfall is so pretty

21. Your favourite place in UT and why: (Undyne’s house for example)

Home makes me feel fuzzy

22. Your headcanon about River person’s gender:

Irrelevant. It’s the dog on a stool under there. next.

23. Your headcanon about one of the UT characters:

Post-pacifist Alphys, with Metta’s endorsement, goes on to work more on robotics, specializing in prosthetic limbs

24. Butterscouch or cinnamon pie?

why not both?

25. Your opinion/headcanon about six human souls:

Patience lived with Toriel for at least a few months. The last of them fell a long time before Frisk did--long enough that most monsters Frisk encounters hadn’t been born/were very young when 6 fell, since many monsters don’t recognize Frisk as human.

26. With who would you go on a date?

Platonic date with Papyrus

27. Marry, fuck, kiss and kill:

Marry Undyne, fuck Mettaton, kiss Alphys......do I have to kill someone??

28. Do you wanna have a bad time?

bring it fucker

29. Your favourite UT au:

Underswap, but like...where they still retain their personalities in their new positions if you get me. e.g. Scientist Undyne isn’t a nervous wreck (meaning she’s not just Alphys) and takes an...explosive position to being a scientist

30. Your least favourite UT au:

Ehhh.....maybe Underlust? It’s kinda just over-sexualized for the sake of sexualization ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

31. Would you want to fall into underground?

Nah.

32. Describe or draw your undersona:

Don’t have one

33. One reason why you love UT:

As I’ve said before it helps with my anxiety

34. One reasom why you hate UT:

I hate the cringy perception people have of it when they haven’t even tried it

35. If you could choose one type of food from UT, what would it be?

Spaghet’s my favorite food

36. Your favourite amalgamate:

dog

37. Your headcanon about Gaster: who do you think Gaster is to Sans and Papyrus? (Father, brother, uncle etc)

I think IF he’s related he’s probably a father figure

38. Your opinion about bad puns:

I was the bane of my high school band for puns. love em

39. Do you draw fanarts from UT? If yes, then what do you like the most to draw?

If you’re reading this you probably already know I do (but I work 6 days a week so I haven’t drawn in a long time....). I like drawing Undyne a lot

40. Which of human souls fits you the most?

kindness

41. What would be the first thing you would to show to Sans, Papyrus or the rest of characters in human world? Why?

maybe a wide open park

42. Which song reminds you of UT or one of the UT characters? Why?

I thought Big Freeze by Muse fit UT enough to do a whole video for it

43. Your opinion on underloid:

Pretty cool! I have a whole playlist of it on soundcloud

44. Do you forgive Asgore for what he’s done?

yeah

45. Did you pay for Tem’s college?

heck ye

46. Have you seen any youtube letsplay of UT?

I saw Steam Train play it

47. Do you listen to any fanmade songs? If so, then which are your favourite?

not really, beyond Underloid

48. What are your favourite theories?

None come to mine rn

49. Who is your favourite enemy? (Not including boss monsters)

Shyren

50. Do you have any headcanons about Chara’s past? (Why they hate humanity, why did they fell to the underground etc)

Hmmm...well, I have a few, and none of them are pleasant. Abusive parents, misgendering, and so on pushed them to run away in hopes of never returning

51. Who is your favourite dog?

Lesser Dog. him long

52. What was your reaction to true lab?

...ah

53. Your fabourite voice acting:

I like the voice they gave Paps on Steam Train

54. At the end of pacifist run did you stay with your friends or did you come back to your family?

I always stay with Toriel

55. Who is older - Sans or Papyrus?

Sans

56. Your OTP(s):

I actually like Mettalphys a lot. And Alphyne. And Mettalphyne...

57. Your NOTP(s):

I’ve just never really liked Pap/yton. Or any incest ships, or Frisk + any non-children (Fr/ans etc)

58. Your BROTP(s): 

Undyne and Papyrus

59. Your favourite puzzle:

I like the bridge puzzle where you go to the sign and it tells you that you failed

60. Which battle was the hardest for you?

Undyne the Undying. Harder than Sans for me

61. Did you still hate Flowey after you discovered his true indentity?

Nah. Doesn’t excuse what he’s done but I like him more as a character

62. The saddest moment:

Neutral route, killing just Mettaton: Undyne’s grief over Alphys’ death

63. Which ending is your favourite?

Besides pacifist, King Mettaton

64. How old do you think Frisk is?

8 or 9

65. Any post pacifist run headcanons?

My bbs are happy

66. Your favourite NPC:

I love Tem, especially having met the real Temmie Chang (she’s awesome)

67. Humans or monsters?

monsters

68. The funniest situation:

“I’M UNDYNE AND I’M SMOOCHING UP A STORM!!!!”

69. Skeletonfucker, robotfucker, goatfucker or kinkshaming?

r o b o t f u c k e r

70. When playing for the first time how many candies did you take?

All 4

71. Did you kill or spare Flowey at the end of the game?

Spare, though I’ve killed him sometimes

72. If you had to be one of the main characters, which would you choose?

Undyne

73. If you had to kill one of the main characters which would you choose?

Well, you have to kill Asgore in every run so....yeet

74. Which character(s) would you like to cosplay?

I mentioned I’ve done Metta a few times. It’s be fun to do a casual MTT, but I’m also interested in full-armor Undyne

75. Your favourite Burgerpants’ quote?

“I’m nineteen years old and I’ve already wasted my entire life.”

[rwbyremnants]

=Chapter 39

A few more days passed without any incident. Even Friday was devoid of anything too remarkable, and the schoolday passed in relative peace.

Only one factor kept Weiss from enjoying those days as much as she might: Pyrrha. Ever since she had pressed her for an answer, the tall redhead had been avoiding her. When they did encounter each other, the conversation was stilted and awkward. Weiss considered apologising but there was never even enough time to reach that point: Pyrrha would always make an excuse to run off before she could finish saying “Listen.”

But everything else was going fairly well. Even though Yang and Blake both looked a little ill when the other one would flirt with Weiss, that was the worst of it; they quickly recovered. And Blake’s flirtations never got out of hand; just a wink or a little nudge. Not that they had done anything more than that single morning of indiscretion, which barely counted for anything in the first place.

Still… Weiss couldn’t lie and pretend that double the romantic attention was completely unwelcome. It made her a nervous wreck, but it was flattering.

“...so I’m not sure what else to say to her,” she was telling the Dragons on their way out of the school. Everyone but Cinder was there; apparently she needed more physical therapy of some kind before she could return to a normal schedule again. Luckily for Pyrrha. “I didn’t mean to upset her! I just thought if I pushed a little more, she might admit how she feels!”

“Maybe she doesn’t,” Coco said reasonably. “I mean, I’m all for another girl-loving-girl in our school, but I’m not about to paint her with our brush if the colour doesn’t suit her.”

Emerald laughed. “Yeah, really. I was there in the hospital room longer than you guys, and I’m still not sure. But… I’m not saying you’re wrong. She really didn’t seem to mind Cinder’s hand on her-”

“This is pointless,” Blake sighed as they made it to the motorcycles. “Just… I don’t know, tell her you’re sorry you assumed. That should be enough.”

Even before she finished, Yang was shaking her head. “Nah. Back off for a while. I mean, sure, apologise, but I think giving her space is smarter.”

“Oh yeah? And why’s that? So Pyrrha can be even more sure that Weiss doesn’t care about her feelings?”

“Hey!” Weiss piped up. “I care!”

“I didn’t say you don’t. Just that Pyrrha probably feels that way; she thinks it was more important that you find out the truth than to care if she’s ready to face that truth. Apologising again will show her-”

“Yeah?” Yang snorted. “I really don’t think she thinks that. More like, she just doesn’t want Weiss to bring it up again because she’s scared of the truth. That’s something she’s gotta get over on her own, and rushing her won’t help anything.”

“You’re sure about that, huh? Wanna bet?”

“What?”

Blake stepped up, arms folded over her chest as she came nose to nose with the other Dragon, amber eyes glittering with a kind of dangerous excitement. “I bet you that Pyrrha was worried Weiss didn’t care about her feelings. You bet that Pyrrha just wanted to avoid the conversation. I’m not betting on whether or not Pyrrha’s like us because that seems… grody. Just on the reason she’s avoiding Weiss.”

“Hmm…” Yang worked her jaw back and forth for a second, thinking it over. “What are the terms?”

“Loser has to wash the other one’s bike once a week for the month.”

A long sigh flowed from Weiss. “Are you two quite through?”

“Deal,” Yang chuckled as they shook on it. Then they started trying to crush each other’s hands, which was just about the right level of maturity considering the rest of the wager. Weiss gave up and went to sit by Blake’s bike until they were done.

Then they were… and somehow, it actually got worse.

“Oh,” her girlfriend said, looking a little deflated. “I thought you were coming with me to the diner.”

Weiss looked over at Yang and sighed. “I don’t know, are you through with playtime?”

“It’s alright,” Blake interrupted them. “You can come pick her up later.”

“No, I can pick her up now. C’mon, let’s go.”

“No, you can wait. She acts kinda peeved at you right now. Just… go.”

Weiss blinked at Blake in mild surprise. “Since when do you decide how I feel for me?” When Blake’s head snapped back in surprise, she turned back to Yang. “We can go now. I mean, she’s right, I think this bet is kind of dumb, but not dumb enough that I don’t want to split a malted with you.”

“Good,” she said with a fierce grin of triumph. She stuck her tongue out at Blake. “Why don’t you put an egg in your shoe, Blake?”

“Why don’t you pull that tongue back in before I cut it off?”

The other Dragons let out a low “oooohhhhh” as the two best friends squared off. Because that was exactly what they were doing: Weiss’s jaw dropped in very genuine disbelief as she watched them try to stare each other down, anger etched in every centimetre of their postures. No weapons were coming out or anything so dangerous as that, but this was not a casual argument anymore.

“Them’s fightin’ words, hombre,” Yang whispered in a fake cowboy accent. “You got the iron to back ‘em up?”

Blake rolled her eyes. “Don’t you ever take anything seriously? I was only trying to watch Weiss’s back, not saying you were some kind of-”

“She doesn’t need you watching it from me. I can take care of my girl.”

“Oh, so now she’s yours? All wrapped up in a pretty bow in your saddlebag?”

“She’s my responsibility. I got her into this gang, I changed her life, and I’m gonna make sure that she stays safe. And I don’t need your help, Belladonna.”

A low whistle came from Emerald, but she didn’t do anything else to help. All of the Dragons were hanging back, not having been expecting any kind of confrontation between the two best friends who began to circle very slowly. Coco looked worried, and Velvet was hiding behind her, and Ilia looked ready to jump in and defend Blake if necessary. But nobody else moved a muscle.

“You do, too, you liar,” Blake was growling through her teeth. “Who was supposed to protect her while you were laid up with your arm, huh? What about when you were splitsville with her? What about… when your mom needs to keep you at home and ‘teach you a lesson’? You can’t be everywhere all the time. Don’t be stupid.”

Scoffing, Yang spat in the dirt before glaring up at Blake again. “So now I’m ‘stupid’, huh? Just because I wanna do what’s right by Weiss? I’ve never loved anyone more in my entire life - and if you think a sprained arm, a- a stab, a handful of lead is ever going to keep us apart, you’re wrong!”

“I know! You obviously think your love is so damn great, that it’s some kind of cure-all! Well it can’t bring back the dead, Yang! And if you keep snapping at everybody trying to help you two, that’s how you’ll end up! Or did you forget the mess we’re all in right now?”

“Alright, I’m sorry,” Weiss attempted, trying to step in between them. She saw Coco gesturing for her to back off but she ignored her. “Okay? It’s my father - he’s got everybody going crazy. I wish he didn’t show up and cause so much trouble a few-”

“What’s wrong with my love?”

“What?”

“What’s wrong with it?” Yang repeated, shouting at Blake now. “You really think I can’t protect the ones I care about?! The power of love is- it’s strong, and it’s hot, and it can change your life! But what the hell would you know? You’ve never even known what it’s like, you… you jerk! Stop acting like you know!”

Only two people in that circle knew exactly how hard that last one stung. Weiss, the helpless bystander, and the one who had been blasted by its fury. Blake held completely still for a long second or two, eyes wide in shock as she vibrated with growing anger. Then she snapped.

“You think you know, huh? Think you know so goddamn much, you goddamn… genius?! About love! Because you fucked a few girls, huh? Well, I’ve fucked a few girls, too - and it doesn’t mean shit! I know what love is, I’ve seen it!”

Weiss made one last feeble attempt. “Yang, please, let’s just-”

“Yeah? Where? Where have you seen it, besides in Pep Comics?” she sneered.

“Right here! And you will never, ever get it, and I… I don’t care anymore!” She stormed right up to her, and Weiss felt her heart stop as she saw the pure, unbridled fury straining to get out through her amber eyes, her snapping teeth. “It was supposed to be YOU! But you turned out to be the WORST, you bottle-hitting bimbo! So forget it! Just… just forget everything! I’m done! I quit!”

Seething with anger, Blake yanked her jacket off and flung it straight at Yang’s face, then stormed over to her bike and jumped on without a backward glance. Within seconds, she was a memory.

“Whoa,” Coco breathed after a few seconds.

“What… did she just say?” Yang looked down at the jacket in her hands, suddenly numb where she had been all righteous passion a moment ago. “Did she quit? No, wait - she didn’t mean quit the Dragons.”

“Maybe,” Emerald said in a reasonable voice, though she didn’t look too confident.

“No,” Ilia breathed, falling to her knees. “Blake can’t quit. She can’t!”

Yang turned to Weiss, just desperate for someone to answer. “What did she mean that… it’s supposed to be me? What is? She…” Her eyes flicked away, and then back. “Weiss?”

“You really can be a little thick,” Weiss admitted wearily. “But… it’s not your fault you didn’t see it. I’m sorry.”

“See what? See what, Weiss - what did I miss? Come on…” She looked down at the jacket again, thumbs caressing the dark leather. “No… no. That’s stupid. No way she would ever- we’re best friends. Have been for a million years. It’s s-stupid!”

Emerald cleared her throat, shrugging uncomfortably. “I did used to wonder about you two, but… then Weiss came along, and…”

“And what?” She never got a true answer; Emerald only looked away, unable to come up with anything to say. Yang looked frustrated and wadded up the jacket. “What? WHAT?!”

“Stop!” Weiss snapped, shaking her wrists. “Don’t do that to her jacket, you know she didn’t mean it! And she’ll want this back! So just… just calm down!”

Yang stared blankly at her. The change in her eyes when she realised it was readily apparent. “You knew. You know Blake doesn’t… that she sees me like a… how long?”

“How long did I know, or how long has she been twitterpated over you?”

Hearing it out loud was too much. Yang dropped the jacket as if burned. Without a word, Weiss stooped down and collected it, handing it to Ilia; if anyone would take good care of it, it was that poor girl who was still hung up on an unattainable woman after all that time. Just like said woman was herself.

“No… no, no, nonononono, I can’t, this is too weird. Blake couldn’t… no. Why me? I never even flirt with her - she’s like a sister to me!”

“No, Ruby is like a sister to you,” she corrected gently. “Because she’s your sister. But Blake didn’t see you the same way you saw her. And I… what do you want me to say? I don’t really understand this much better than you do, but I know she thought telling you wouldn’t do any good! Because like Emerald said, we were already together, and… there was no point in upsetting you since she knew you didn’t feel the same way.”

Every word was breaking her girlfriend, and she hated to do it. But Yang wanted to know. Needed to know and wouldn’t be satisfied with anything less than the whole story. Even if it killed her.

Yang staggered slightly, then walked over to her motorcycle. It was Coco who slid in swiftly and caught her by the arm. “Whoahoahoooaaaa, sailor! I don’t think that’s such a good idea. Velvet, do you mind?”

Velvet hopped down and perched herself on Yang’s bike, waiting patiently. Weiss wasn’t exactly sure what this was supposed to mean, but Yang seemed to get it on some kind of subconscious level - because instead of getting on her bike, she took off running across the yard.

“Oh… drat.”

“Go after her,” Coco sighed, waving toward the field. She didn’t have to tell Weiss twice.

It only took a minute or so to find Yang amongst the trees once she reached the far side of the grounds. Clearly she only wanted to give herself some space, not truly run away; that was to be expected. After all, she wasn’t the kind of woman who fled in the face of danger. She was more likely to run straight at it and punch it in the throat.

“Hey… big boy. Come here often?”

Yang didn’t even reply. That was the hardest part. Weiss clutched at her heart as she watched her girlfriend look so small, leaning back against a tree trunk with her hands in the small of her back. Pure sadness. After another long, excruciating minute of silence that didn’t give her anything more to say, she started to back out of the little copse of trees until Yang’s voice held her up fast.

“She lied to me.”

“What?”

“Lied to me.” Her voice was hoarse and weak. “Never said anything, never… and she as good as told me just now that she could have and didn’t, so… so what kinda… how am I supposed to ever trust her again?!”

Stepping cautiously, Weiss approached the shivering form. When she didn’t take off running, she slid a hand around the cool leather of her shoulder and gripped tightly. “Yang…”

“What?!”

“Yang, she loves you. And, um… and I think she knew you couldn’t love her back. I’m not saying what she did was right, but she didn’t want to-”

“No, she should have…” She took a few quick breaths as if trying to calm herself, even if it wasn’t working. “We fought whole wars side by side, her and me! I trusted her! And I know it’s not a ‘bad’ thing that she was sweet on me, but how could she… how could we hang out together, eat together, ride together all these years… and she never thought I wanted to know about it?”

Leaning up to kiss her cheek, she whispered, “I think she did. But didn’t know how. And I would have told you when I found out, but… this wasn’t really my secret to tell.”

“Yeah,” Yang grunted - with some reluctance. “I am mad at you, but I know I shouldn’t be. She probably asked you not to say anything. And like you said, she… would definitely be embarrassed to tell me who she liked. Since it’s me. Makes sense.”

“Right again.” As Yang nodded, she walked around to stand on her tiptoes in front of her, putting them nose to nose. “I would have told you. I don’t like having secrets from you, but in this case… it was her secret. Not any of my business to bring it up, let alone blab the whole thing.”

A little smile finally appeared again on her girlfriend’s face, even though she still looked as if ready to punch through a brick wall. “Okay, okay. I get it. But I’m still mad at her and I don’t think I can just ‘get over’ that. And… I still have no idea why. Why would she like me this way? After everything?”

“That part, I can understand.” A gentle kiss against Yang’s chin later and she dropped back to her heels. “Big strong woman like you? Any girl who likes girls would like this one.”

“You make it really hard to be upset right now. But… I still am. And I feel dumb as a brick wall for never figuring it out before now. Can um…” Yang looked guilty, but pushed ahead. “Can you get a ride home with Pyrrha or something?”

That made Weiss look almost as conflicted. “I don’t think… that would be a good idea right now.”

“Oh… still acting a little twitchy around you?” When Weiss nodded, she frowned. “Sorry…”

“It’s not your fault. And not your responsibility to fix it; you probably have a lot to think about.”

“Um… I’ll drop you at the Belladonnas’, I’m okay now.” A tear leaked down her cheek, proving she was trying to put on a brave face, but she still smiled. “I just… once I do, I’m gonna go for a long drive. Do some thinking. I’m sorry, Princess.”

One of Weiss’s shoulders shrugged as she looked away. “All we can do… is our best, I guess.” Which lately, never seemed like enough.

-----------------

Blake wasn’t there when Weiss made it to her new, temporary home. Nor was Blake’s mother. Her own mother was washing dishes in the kitchen, and seemed contented doing so - even though she had never known her mother to care about something so domestic. Especially once they got their automatic dishwasher, which the Belladonnas were too poor to afford. The radio was playing some big band music; she knew her mother liked a little bit of the modern sounds, but she was mostly still a bit old-fashioned in that regard.

“Good afternoon, Mother. Need some help?”

She smiled over her shoulder. “Oh, Weiss! There you are. Actually, I’m just about through here.” She did a little dance with her hips from a swell in the music, and her daughter laughed. “It feels nice to be useful again. Well… I say ‘again’, but this is the first time in a long while.”

She frowned, leaning against the counter as her mother rinsed the last few to set in the drying rack. “Don’t say that. It wasn’t your fault that Father… he did that to you.”

“Yes, it was.” She sighed as she pulled the stopper and turned to look at her patiently. “I’m touched you want to defend me, but… I knew that I should have done something. Feeling helpless was easier than being brave.”

“But he would hit you! And… and I don’t want to think about how else he hurt you, I get so mad!”

Drying her hands, Willow tossed the hand towel aside and drew her daughter into a warm embrace. The Schnee matriarch was so soft, and smelled distantly of her usual perfume. She had noticed her mother dabbed on a bit less and less as time went on - expecting not to be able to buy any more of it anytime soon. She hugged her back, burying her face in her shoulder and feeling her heart flutter at being able to do this again while she was sober.

“Shhh. Alright, we both shared the blame, he and I: he for hurting me, and I for letting him do it for far too long. But I don’t want you thinking thoughts like that, my little snow angel. Alright?” She kissed the top of her head, and Weiss felt some of her lingering anxieties begin to fade. “And you and I are still together, and… and the rest of our family is gone, but we have new family, and they aren’t so bad.”

“They’re really not,” she whispered with small squeeze. After a minute or two, she drew away to smile up at her mother. “Sorry for being so mopey.”

“You aren’t. Just concerned.”

Nodding, Weiss’s expression fell. “Yeah… speaking of which, um, have you seen Blake? Did she come home?”

“No, she hasn’t. Why? Something wrong?”

“Nothing that important. Dumb teen-ager stuff.”

“Ohhh, come now. You can talk to your mother! I know I’m an old fuddy-duddy now, but I was young once; I have a few dusty memories of what it was like.” She gently led her into the living room to have a seat. “Come on. Try and bend my ear; maybe I’ll have a thought you didn’t.”

“Well…”

And just like that, she was spilling. Everything. At first, she had tried to tiptoe around a few subjects, but the rest came tumbling out sooner or later. There were a few gasps and cries of surprise from her mother, of course, but mostly the woman was too stunned to comment. Even though she knew the situation would go over her head a bit, she decided she’d had enough of hiding her pain behind a pretty mask. Of pretending that she wasn’t feeling as terrible as she was about so many situations. It was just good to have someone really listen - someone who couldn’t help much, but could at least be sympathetic and caring.

When Weiss had at last talked herself out, sobbing fat tears by the end, her mother had drawn her head into her lap and was petting over her hair, hoping it would soothe her affected daughter.

“There, there,” she breathed, though her voice was definitely somewhat affected as well. Not the confident serenity that Kali’s would have been, but emotionally invested in Weiss’s well-being. “It’s alright.”

“Sorry, Mommy,” she whispered, voice tight as she sniffled a few more times, hugging her tight around the middle. “I didn’t mean to get so… s-so disgusting!”

Pulling her chin up to gaze into her eyes, so she would see how serious she was, Willow told her daughter firmly, “You aren’t disgusting. I… I might not fully understand all these things quite yet, but I’m learning. And I see how Yang feels about you, and, well… I suppose Blake, too.”

“Don’t say that. I’m not ‘going with’ Blake. She’s… I don’t know!”

“You don’t have to be!” she pressed on urgently, cupping her cheek. “But I meant as far as how they feel about you. I’d never… well… I had always assumed anyone that finds themselves romantically drawn to the same sex is a sinner, but I already told you that’s gone the way of the buffalo. My little girl is one of them; I can’t look at you and see a ‘sinner’. I just can’t.”

Weiss’s smile was genuine, and beyond touched. She hugged her mother tight. “Oh, Mommy… I just don’t know what to do with myself anymore. Should I have told Blake to… to stop barking up my tree?”

“I don’t think that will solve the problem. But Raven and Kali have raised strong daughters with good hearts, and I know this will work out. I’d say… you have to get Blake and Yang talking again; remind them of why they like being friends. Probably, Blake will forget all about pursuing you if you can manage that.”

“Yeah. I’m sure you’re right. But how?”

Her mother pulled a face, trying to think of possible solutions to her daughter’s crises. Any of them; Weiss wished she had a few less to deal with at once. Obviously, nothing could be done about Jacques - short of an execution or a sudden deportation, naturally.

“Ah. It won’t help with the others, but I think I have an idea for Pyrrha. Bake her a cake!”

Weiss was underwhelmed. “What? Mother, seriously, I… don’t think a cake is enough to-”

“Perhaps not, but I think in this case… well, you haven’t done anything cruel to her. Only tried to ask her about her feelings a bit… aggressively.” Weiss looked down in shame, so her mother rushed on, “The cake is a peace offering. Once she has that, just apologise from the heart, and I think everything should be right as rain again.”

The more she thought about it, the better that sounded. It wasn’t any kind of guarantee, but it was a far better plan than her previous one: doing nothing. “Okay,” she sighed, wiping at her eyes. Her mother pet up and down her back as she took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Can you help me make one?” “Certainly.” As they stood up from the couch, her mother hesitated. “By the way… do you happen to know how to make a cake?”

[mclennunf]

Prompt: modern AU where John and paul don't know each other but they're caught on the kiss cam at a baseball game bcs the announcers thought they were a couple?

this is cute!! hope you enjoy. xox 

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John Lennon always went to baseball games. He would go with his Aunt Mimi, with a few mates from school, but usually he would go alone. It wasn’t that nobody would go with him, it wasn’t that he enjoyed the game all that much, but it was the atmosphere. John loved the fact that there, nobody judged him. They were so focused on the game that they wouldn’t notice a giant blue monster walk by, why would they notice an 17 year old gay boy? This particular day, John’s Aunt Mimi was busy with prior engagements, and none of his mates were in the mood to go to a baseball game in the rain. John shrugged it off and decided he would go alone. He threw a jumper and a jacket on, with his dark blue jeans and black boots. John didn’t bother looking for his glasses, instead he struggled for a few extra minutes with his contacts, that way he wouldn’t have to keep cleaning the drops off rain off his lenses. 

Paul McCartney had never been to a baseball game before in all of his life. He absolutely loved the game and had watched plenty on the telly. For his birthday, his father had purchased a single ticket to this particular game, it was all he could afford. Paul was excited. Even though he was anxious to go alone, he was more focused on being at his first baseball game ever. Paul didn’t care about the rain falling from the sky, either. He figured he would only need a jumper over top of his t-shirt, the rain wouldn’t be too cold and Paul would be too wound up in the game to care about how cold he was. 

John sat down at his seat at the end of the aisle, smiling slightly as the rain fell on his face. The seats were packed, barely a seat left in the rainy stands except for a few behind John, and one right beside him. He wished for a brief moment that his Aunt Mimi could’ve come just to fill the seat next to him, but he got over it rather quickly when the players started jogging out to their bases. John smiled and straightened his back, happy he had taken the time to put his contacts in.

Paul rushed to try and find his seat. He knew he was going to be late, but he still tried as hard as he could to make it before the first pitch. Paul wanted to run, but he also didn’t want to slip on the wet ground and make a complete fool of himself. Finally, glancing up from his ticket, he found the seat number that matched the wet, dripping piece of paper in his hand. There was a lad,  roughly his age sitting on the end of the aisle, right next to Paul’s seat. “Uh, s’cues me, mate.” Paul said, trying to catch John’s attention. John’s eyes looked over to the lad standing beside his seat and he immediately shot up onto his feet. “Oh,” John smiled and gestured for Paul to move passed him toward his seat. “Thanks.” The boy had beautiful eyes. John sat down as this stranger did next to him. 

“I’m John.” He stuck his hand out to his new seat-mate. “Paul.” Paul accepted his hand and shook it rather gracefully. Both of them looked back to the game that had finally begun. John noticed Paul was right on the edge of his seat, sitting on his hands as if it could help him get closer to the game, make him apart of it somehow. John knew that look. “First time at a game, Paul?” John smiled as he nudged Paul’s shoulder gently. Paul looked over at John for a brief moment, and turned quickly back to the game. “Yeah, it is.” He nodded. John noticed a small smile creeping onto Paul’s face. 

John was happy to keep conversation down to a minimum with Paul during the game, because he was overly pleased with the excitement spread across the lad’s face, and because John thought he was absolutely gorgeous. Suddenly, it was the end of the game and John could finally converse with the gorgeous lad. “Enjoying it?” He asked. Paul looked over at John with a wide smile. “It’s brilliant! So much better than just readin’ about it in the paper, er watchin’ it on the telly, y’know.” As Paul spoke, John noticed the lad was shivering. “D’ye want me jacket?” John offered, pulling up one side of his collar. “N-nah, John. You can’t just go giving strangers yer jacket.” Paul laughed and looked away, to hide the very obvious fact that he was blushing. 

“Ah, come off it. ‘m happy to.” John shrugged his jacket off and draped it around Paul’s shoulders. Rather than just accepting the jacket, Paul had to make the cutest damn pouty face in the entire world to John. “Are ye sure? Don’t want ye t’get cold.” Paul didn’t break the eye contact with John, which released a hot blossom of butterflies to fly around John’s stomach like mad. “You can return the favour another time.” John tried his best to flirt, but he knew he was absolute rubbish at it. The deep red blush returned to Paul’s cheeks. 

JUMBO-TRON’S KISS CAM! 

John and Paul heard the announcer yell. The two lads looked up at the screen to see themselves, looking up at… well, themselves. “Oh my god.” Paul blushed even more. John sat up straight and tried to seem proud rather than the nervous wreck that he was inside. 

THIS LOVELY COUPLE HAS BEEN CHOSEN TO BE ON OUR KISS CAM! LETS CHEER EM ON AND REMIND EM HOW GOOD THEY LOOK TOGETHER!

“Bloody hell,” Paul looked over to John. “Well, it was nice t’meet you.” John grabbed Paul’s cold cheek and pulled him in for a kiss. It was only for a few seconds, but to John and Paul it seemed as though time had completely stopped, and they were the only two in the entire world. The way their lips felt against one another made it seem like they weren’t even at a baseball game, they were in a whole new world. As the crowd watched the two press their lips together with their eyes closed tightly, they cheered and clapped for them. Suddenly the sounds all came back, and John and Paul were brought back down to the real world. 

John pulled away and rubbed the back of his neck. Paul looked down at his hands shyly. “Guess they thought we were a couple,” John chuckled. He thought his voice was going to sound awkward as he spoke, but it came out smooth and calm. “Guess so.” Paul giggled and looked up at John. “There’s another game next week, would ye want t’come with me?” John asked with a smile, watching Paul’s smile like a mirror looking back at him. 

John Lennon always went to baseball games. He used to go with his Aunt Mimi, he used to go with a few mates from school, but now he always goes with his boyfriend, Paul McCartney.

[rwbyremnants]

THIS CHAPTER: WhiteRose: facial, intimate conversation.

Crosshares (Coco/Velvet): Dom/sub, petplay, collars, strap-on sex, cunnilingus, bridling, doggy style, anal fingering, squirting/female ejaculation, strap-on fellatio, aftercare. 

NOTES: YAY FOR VOLUME 5! I got an early look at it in theaters and so far, so good! To commemorate it coming out for First Members I figured I would make sure to release a chapter today. Let's hope this season doesn't wreck us like 3 did haha! Sorry again for the sidetracking, though at least this is Crosshares, which there should definitely be more fic of. Also, White Rose moments. Next up… we’re coming up to the end of the fic in these next 5 chapters, and it’s about to get a LOT kinkier. Strap in (or strap on)!

=Chapter 25

Yang wasn't the only Xiao Long sister having her Dust-grown dick sated. Ruby had just thrown her head back against the pillows of her bed, groaning out to the high heavens as she gained her own release. Weiss wasn't exactly going to miss the chance to play with her partner's length when it was so obviously present and ready for action.

Once finished however, she pulled up the sheets that had covered her lower half, and the entirety of Weiss. She had been told not to look, apparently because the heiress was slightly more nervous about being seen in such a vulnerable position, but now the deed was done, she needed to peek. And she would stay quiet until she spoke first.

The heiress had splotches of Ruby's cream all over her face, and though when the sheets lifted she had been smiling contentedly, now she blushed a deep scarlet when she noticed Ruby could see her. However, she looked less angry and more ashamed of herself as she averted her gaze.

"J-just..." Clearing her throat, her voice was even quieter when she said, "I'd explain but you would probably make fun of me."

"N-nah... I'm too tired for that." She laughed and panted, holding the duvet up to allow Weiss to catch her breath again, and to invite her back up again. She was certainly not too tired for a cuddle.

"I just... so I've heard that... men like it when girls allow themselves to be covered with this," she began as she crawled up to flop down next to her partner. "And I thought I might find out what the big deal is, and also whether or not you, not being a man but having a man-part currently, would enjoy this. That's all."

Tilting her head, she examined the features more closely. Yes, it was rather interesting to see Weiss covered in small bits of her own juices, like she owned her. But it also made things a little awkward. To put it in clearer terms, she wouldn't kiss her currently.

"It's okay, I guess… But I think we should clean you up."

"R-right!" Weiss laughed nervously. "This was silly, wasn't it? It's silly to want to try it... and... to kind of like having you all over me, right?"

Grabbing the tissue on the bedside desk, she placed a hand on her cheek, very slowly using the other to wipe away the small dots of white on her. Of course, all while she did so, the blush remained there, and she even chuckled, "Heh... I guess that part of it is… kinda hot."

The warmth of the laugh finally made Weiss relax a little. "Of course, the novelty wears off rather quickly, so, um... thank you." Then her smile grew slightly mischievous. "You were really ready to go, weren't you? Practically demanded I service you the minute you got in the door." Narrowing her eyes, she then folded both arms across her chest. "Speaking of which… where on Remnant did you leave your panties?"

"O-oh! You noticed, huh?" But Weiss wasn’t budging. This was something she didn't quite know how to answer. Was she to tell of her adventure with Blake? She'd just come to terms with her feelings with Weiss; would it really be a good idea to then blow it with that confession?

But she couldn't lie. No matter what, she couldn't; not to the woman she loved. "…Blake. She’s got ‘em."

"Blake borrowed your panties? Huh... I didn't know you two were the same size." Weiss sighed as she snuggled against Ruby's side, face now relatively clean and holding only the tiniest hint of pink in her cheeks. Even though she had not climaxed herself - though helping Ruby had awakened her urges very slightly - she found herself quite contented to leave things as they were this time.

"Well… not exactly." Now she'd really thrown herself in it. "We kinda, um, had an encounter. I wanted to know more about how to pleasure… what you have right now. And she wanted to know about what I have, since Yang has one sometimes now. So we… kinda had show and tell, heh."

"You what?!" It wasn't an angry exclamation, but there was definite shock. "You and Blake?! How long has this been going on?"

What was once a calm blush and an elated grin had been replaced with a nervous disposition. Hunched shoulders, and eyes wide in fear. "I-it hasn't been ‘going on’. Nothing is going on!"

"But you just said you... I mean, if nothing's going on, what did you guys do, compare schematic drawings?!" Then she remembered another aspect of Ruby's confession. "And why would she need to keep your underwear?!"

"I... We... I don't know!" Close to tears already after such a short time, Ruby was lost for words. She could have ruined everything in one stupid night. How on earth could she explain this correctly. "I never really… practiced. On myself, I mean. I didn't know how to do anything for you when you don’t have a Dust-dick. S-so Blake offered to help me learn what to do with a vagina… so I can be good at it, eventually." Already, the water was coming to her eyes. "B-but no, I was wrong, I know I was! I-I shouldn't have done it, I should have asked, I- I-"

Stricken at the sudden change in Ruby's mood, Weiss fidgeted with her hand. This wasn't her strong suit, comforting distraught friends. How did one go about this? Obviously, all her anger and exasperation had been thrown out the window, but now she wasn't sure how to make that clear.

"Well... I would have appreciated you letting me know you were planning to do something like that beforehand." Not quite right. Placing a hand on Ruby's shoulder, she tried again. "But... I suppose it would be rather hypocritical of me to fault you for doing anything with Blake when technically, so have I."

"I know, I should have. And I would! But it sorta just… happened. I was asking Blake for tips, she asked what for and why, then we got… carried away." It was the truth, except with pieces left out. Ruby knew how to satisfy a sex enough to being a quick climax, and probably knew how to drive Weiss insane with desire. What would she possibly want additional teaching for?

"So that's why your phallus looked so... so red." For whatever reason, though Weiss did feel mildly turned on by the notion of Ruby having a sudden "encounter", she also felt an irrational jealousy bubbling up. It wasn't right, not even remotely, but she wanted Ruby all to herself. Despite the fact that she had expected Ruby to share her with Yang. Was she insane?

"Um... did you enjoy yourself? Did you learn a lot, did she?"

"We learned a lot, yes. She learned more than me, though, because we were interrupted by Jaune and Pyrrha. Had to hide before I could hold up my end of the deal." She had purposefully left out the answer to the question of enjoyment.

"Jaune and Pyrrha? Wait, wait, that's... that's not the point. I mean, where did this happen?" She felt as if her brain was being pulled in a dozen different directions.

As was Ruby's. The answers were hard to come up with, even if they happened just an hour or so ago! "T-the library, in the romance section? I was, um, looking for books about this…"

Now Weiss definitely felt turned on at the idea of Ruby being so indiscreet in such a public place, even while she was fighting the strange urge to track down Blake and give her a swift kick in the behind. "That's... interesting." Cheeks warming again, she cleared her throat to provide an excuse for that. "Well, like I said, I... don't have any right to tell you not to do that, considering our current arrangement. If you and she wanted to... have more lessons, even. You aren't my servant; obviously you're free to do whatever makes you happy."

"That's just it." She found herself turning in the heiress's direction, looking right up and into her eyes. What was about to be said, wouldn't be easy. But nonetheless, it was needed. "It was a fun lesson, and yeah, I enjoyed myself. But it's…" Swallowing, she attempted to let the last few words out. "She’s not you ."

"Oh?" That could mean a LOT. But she was afraid of being wrong. Weiss decided to keep playing things casually with her words, but she saw no reason not to caress the shoulder she was gripping with her thumb. "And... is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

It was now or never. If Ruby was going to allow herself to get really mushy, now was the chance. "I wanted tips, to impress you. So that, when I’m in the mood for more than snuggles and kisses, I'm actually good at it. Because I want to make you happy. Want to make only you happy."

A few seconds passed as Weiss took those words in, mulled them around. "I s-see... that's really what you want? To make me happy? Even though I'm such a selfish jerk most of the time?" It was hard for her to reconcile this confession with the news that Ruby had been intimate with Blake earlier the same evening, even knowing it was merely an educational endeavour. Her head felt hazy, but down deep beneath the confusion and fear, she felt a prickle of something new. Something that, if she had to give it a name, could be "joy". Finally, she managed to whisper, “Wow.”

There was so much more to it than that. So many words she wanted to say. About everything to do with her, her smile, her laugh, how even when she was grumpy she somehow looked very cute. But the smaller girl was far too awkward to say any of that. And even more awkward to say the word she knew it meant: love. All she could do was press her face against her neck, nuzzling into her to hide her face from view, as she nodded.

"Ruby..." She had to do something more. She had to speak up, to at least try to compete with this tender thing Ruby had told her - especially because she had already heard the "three little words" from the girl during an unguarded moment. It wasn't fair for Ruby to always be the one telling Weiss how much she meant while she never gave her anything in return.

"Do... I make you happy?" she finally asked in a fearful whisper. "I mean really, not just sort of happy or happy once in a while."

"Yes." There was no hesitation. As Ruby huddled up to the girl, she couldn't even hesitate to answer that question. "You make me… very happy. Just want to do the same for you."

"But you do. So much!" Hesitating only for a moment or two, hoping she wasn't about to make a mistake, she blurted, "And I don't care how many times either of us 'explores' with other people, that's- it doesn't matter in the end, does it? As long as you and I, w-we're the ones who hold each other at the end of the night!"

The words brought a smile to Ruby's lips. She knew this was hard for Weiss. Extremely so. She'd been raised to keep those sorts of emotions to herself, and to remain calm and composed. And although she had never said it herself, Ruby was fairly confident Weiss's father wouldn't exactly be over the moon with having a daughter who had a girlfriend.

But if this was to be, that would be hurdle to be jumped over at another time. Now, there was a different one.

"Do you love me?"

"What?!" Weiss squeaked, voice sounding high and strained. "Th-that's an absurd question! Wh-what is 'love', anyway? Obviously I do or I wouldn't be cuddling with you right now! Gosh!" One of her hands fisted in Ruby's short, sporty hair. Yes, clearly she did; she was simply abysmal at showing it.

It was confirmed. Weiss loved her. Weiss Schnee actually loved her! She wanted to scream, she wanted to call to the high heavens that she was in love, that they both were. But more importantly, she wanted Weiss. And rather than poke about for more information, she sought to put her new knowledge to the test.

A hand delicately cupped her cheek, making her look toward her so their eye contact could lock again. Lips a hair apart, she whispered softly, "I love you, too."

"Oh, ugh," Weiss grimaced, though without any real conviction. "Why do you have to be such a sap all the time? Is that some sort of patented Ruby Rose modus operandi?" Then she leaned in and left a light peck on her lips. "But I... I do..." She tried quite hard, hoping to find more courage than she possessed, but in the end her eyes had to close before she could finish. "Love you."

With her own eyes also closing, she soon leant forward, pressing her lips into Weiss's as she began kneading them gently. Just as Blake taught her, she slowed right down, making an effort to feel closer to her before progressing any longer. And she was right. The kiss felt softer, yet more intense. Slower, yet it made her heart race! She wanted more, yes. But working to get there would be so much sweeter.

Surprised by the tenderness that replaced Ruby's usual eagerness, Weiss hummed in appreciation as her hand trailed through the hair of her partner, drinking in every sensation. When her leg raised up higher, she even felt the soft wet length that remained exposed - and felt no real physical reaction, no urge to either pull away or reinitiate their carnal activities. It was just part of Ruby, however temporarily, and she allowed her leg to rest against it fully to show just how little it mattered.

Several minutes later, she pulled away and breathed, "Wow, I don't know how anybody could ever not love you."

"Oh, I'm not that big of a deal... Just a normal girl, with normal knees." Well aware that it sounded ridiculous on its own, Ruby decided to distract her by brushing her nose across the heiress's, smiling softly.

"Mmmmh," Weiss couldn't help but breathe at Ruby's affectionate action. Already, she felt herself beginning to doze. "I like your normal knees..."

"I like your normal knees, too." She smiled, kissing her forehead gently, before huddling into the girl's side. Thanks to their similar sizes, either position suited either girl. It mattered not to them who would be the big spoon.

As Weiss drifted off to sleep, a couple of thoughts warred within her mind. Firstly, that she was fiercely protective of Ruby's well-being; if she had told her anyone other than Blake wanted to do things "for educational purposes", she might have gone screaming off down the hall after them. She was aware by now that both of them were just as inexperienced, so it made sense that they would finally try things out together just to learn. Secondly, that even though she still lusted after Yang, and even Blake to a far lesser degree, that if she were being forced to choose between all of them, there wasn't even a choice to be made.

And thirdly, that she had a plan for their next outing into the forest… but maybe before then, she could think of some other fun things to try. A few stray thoughts that were bumping around in her head. But before that came to pass, there would need to be a few discussions. Best to sleep on it for now.

The funny thing was, she had no idea that other discussions would be taking place at the same time, or shortly thereafter. Including one that wasn’t even amongst the members of Team RWBY, but another team…

"So with things g-going as well as they are with myself and Carmine," Velvet's timid voice spoke into the room, "I've been thinking... am I ready to take the next step? She's putting out every signal that she wants to take me to bed, and that's something I'm fairly sure I want now, but obviously I don't want to jump the gun! So sh-should I go on with it, or is it too soon? Please, I don't trust myself to make this decision!"

"Hmm... That is a concern. How long did you say you'd been seeing her again?" The other woman found herself stroking the rabbit Faunus's hair, and her ears. Stroking right from her head to her bare lower back. In fact, she had been doing that for a fair while. The two had began to talk about how Velvet's personal life had been progressing, and from the sounds of things it hadn't. Most people would chat about such things over a meal, or coffee.

Not Coco Adel and Velvet Scarlatina. They were in the beginning stages of their ‘play’.

Velvet wore nothing, apart from a leather collar and leash. Her ‘master’, wearing a rather form-fitting corset and garters, along with her usual sunglasses and beret, held the leash firmly in her iron grip. Before every session, they allowed for a moment to get used to one another's presence whilst in their attire, to keep things casual before they really got things going. Today, that was when Velvet began to talk.

"A little over a week." The lower Coco stroked along her back, the higher her hips rose to meet the hand. Though her conscious mind hated to have it touched, her tiny tail began to tingle in anticipation. She only hated to have it touched because she didn't know how to react to the intensity of the sensation. "Is that too long? We both make moves, then someone will get too uncomfortable to do anything more, and... I mean, should I just have a few pints and let myself get swept along?"

Delivering a soft scratch to said area above her tail, Coco mused on that question. As experienced as she was, dating never was her strong suit. She'd tried it and it wasn’t her speed. Sex – hell yes. Romance – not so much.

"Perhaps a quiet drink between you two would be the best plan. You mentioned she had an apartment? See if you both could have a night in with some drinks. Loosen things up."

Nodding and gulping, Velvet fought down a reaction to the sensation. It was building and she knew it was going to happen, but did her body have to make it so easy? "Y-yes, perhaps that's b-best."

Too late. Before she could stop herself, she was rolling onto her back and holding her arms and legs in the air, face flushing very slightly at what her Faunus instincts were encouraging her to do against her human wishes.

"Good girl…" That was more in-character this time. Their play was about to begin; that much was made obvious when she tugged at the lead, pulling the Faunus's head closer to her for a moment. This allowed her to see the wide smirk on her face. "Do you want a treat then, pet?"

"Yes, Master," she sighed contentedly. Though she was always anxious to see what direction their play might take, she was never scared - not since their first session. That had been an awful one in which she used their safeword, breaking down crying, but Coco had held her and comforted her so completely that from then on, she was never frightened in her chamber of demented pleasures again.

"Alright then. Sit." The first command. It was definitely a simple one, just to get started. As she waited, she continued to give advice; sometimes they would do two things at once like that. "Why not ask her if she wants to? It may be awkward, but it makes things clear that way. Cut through the bullshit."

"Really?" Velvet asked, even as she rolled over and pushed up onto her knees, both hands palm-down on the floor. Hoping it would further please her master, she even took the pained effort to force her tail to wag - underdeveloped as it was, this was not an easy feat for her. "Just like that, right out with it?"

"Yeah. I mean... Look, you know I'm not very good at relationship stuff, but it's about communication, right? No matter how awkward it may seem." The actions certainly did please, and made Coco lean down toward her pet's neck, whispering softly before delivering a soft peck to it. "Very good."

A quiet sigh fell from Velvet at the contact, and she leaned very slightly toward the lips - but not too much. That was frowned upon. "I just don't want her thinking I'm... some sort of tramp who is only after a good time. It has been a while, though..."

"Then tell her. It sounds like she's just as awkward, too, but fumbling around gets you nowhere." Parting from the girl's neck, she then sat back on the bed again, twirling her finger to gesture her next trick. "Roll over."

Without hesitation, she bent forward to crouch lower and rolled onto her back, then further over until she was upright on her hands and knees again. Her collar fit just loosely enough that it spun as she did, so there was no complication there.

"Hopefully you'll get to meet her, Coco. You'll never meet a sweeter girl, or smarter - you'd be surprised how much she knows, especially since most smart ones end up being snobbish!"

Another kiss was delivered as a reward, this time to her jawline, and for longer. The treats were getting more intense, which meant the tricks were too. "She does sound like a lovely girl, so long as she treats you right."

And then she pointed to the bedside table, specifically to one particular drawer. From their previous sessions, Velvet would know exactly what was meant when she demanded, "Fetch."

"Yes, Master!" She dashed to the drawer, then looked over her shoulder questioningly. "Hands, or no hands? W-we forgot to settle on that beforehand."

"No hands, pet. Not tonight." Coco smirked, lowering her glasses to get a decent look at her teammate.

A slight flush stole over the pet's face. She tried not to show how much more she liked it when she had even less humanity during their play. Most people – especially the White Fang supporters – would never understand how much this appealed to her baser instincts. They would tell her she was undercutting the efforts for Faunus equality… but this wasn’t about how they were treated in normal society. It was about what gave her comfort at the end of her day, behind closed doors. That and that alone. And as long as Coco understood that, they could have a very special brand of fun together.

Keeping her palms on the floor, she used her nose to nudge at the handle a few times until the drawer was open an inch or so, then wedged her chin in the gap to drag it the rest of the way open. Once she had accomplished that, she clamped her teeth down as delicately as she could around one of the leather straps sticking up out of the drawer and crawled back over to Coco, the silicon phallus swinging back and forth as she did so.

"Gooood girl." Once she had returned, she held her hand underneath her mouth. "Drop it." Which Velvet did immediately, smiling up at her master. Again, she wagged her tail, this time making her hips move a bit with it. Hopefully Coco wouldn't check very soon, but she was already quite wet in anticipation.

She spared no time. Right from when it was dropped into her hand, she began to slide the straps up her legs, putting them into position for the best fit. "Didn't you say she dated Blake before? The black-haired girl in first year, right?"

"Hm?" Sitting back on her haunches, she simply waited patiently with her body while Coco prepared and they spoke. "Oh... that's right, she did mention that. What of it?"

"She's a little young, ain't she? Or am I missing something? Thought you said she was already in a professional field." Once fully strapped in, she then sat back onto the bed again, confidently commanding, "Beg."

Sitting up higher, Velvet held both fists under her chin and tilted her head to one side. "She is, but... alright, I would probably have been more careful to check on that myself, but she didn't know her age at the time. I can't really find fault, it's not my place."

"Good girl... Bend over." There wasn't a reward that time, mainly because the reward was about to come from the actions of the girl in command. But as she eagerly awaited for Velvet to get ready, she mused a little more. "Oh, okay that makes sense. Gotta be careful with that."

"Yeah. Mostly, I feel sorry for her not knowing... Blake should have spoken up far earlier." Leaning forward again, she made sure her hindquarters were raised slightly more than she normally would have comfortably. "Should I turn around?"

"Yeah, I agree. But again, this is why communication is key. Like in this case, it is." And with a chuckle, added, "Yes, I do want you to turn around. Silly rabbit."

"Yes, Master." Turning artfully, she presented herself fully to Coco, thighs twitching in anticipation. "I... I'm sorry for the mess back there."

"Mess? What mess, pet?" Kneeling down behind her, she pulled the leash quite firmly, making sure that she remained where she was close to the ground, as she went to inspect the wetness between Velvet's legs.

"Oh deary me... Someone is getting overexcited."

"S-sorry!" Velvet lamented again, ducking her head down between her shoulders, wishing she couldn't feel droplets of moisture running down her inner thighs. "I t-tried not to this time, but I can't help it!"

"Well, I'm going to have to clean this up, aren't I?" she asked, pressing her hand against the wetness there, slowly pressing her fingers into the folds as she began to stroke the length of them. Now was a time to enjoy the movements in silence for most people. But not these teammates. "So, when are you next going out?"

A moan rose out of her and slowly tapered off. "T-tomorrow night, actually. She wants to take me to a fancy restaurant and treat me to a dessert, says... says it's cute when I make a fuss about sweets."

"Oooh, that sounds fun. Just don't get yourself into a sugar rush. You know how that ends up," she teased, not only about their conversation, but in their play as well. Then she continued to tease by circling her clit just the once while she was up there, then bringing her fingers back down... And again... And again...

"Mmnnhhhh," she sighed with deep gratitude, carefully holding herself completely still. There was no need for her to push backward, or widen her legs, or do anything at all; her Master would take care of her. As always, she would take care of everything. "I... I won't, I'll just have enough f-for a treat!"

How Coco was able to keep up normal conversation was a mystery. Especially as her own sex was beginning to grow warm with desire. She too would be in Velvet's state at this rate. "Some ice cream or something?" Drawing her hand away at last, she pulled the lead through her arms and legs, resting them just under her knee to trap her head in position. Low down. The only view she would get would be that of her own sex from there.

And she was allowed to witness as Coco held the phallus into her hand, lining it up with her entrance once confident the area was wet enough.

"Y-yes," Velvet agreed, stomach doing somersaults as she waited with bated breath for Coco to enter, watched another droplet fall from her own well-prepared entrance. Sometimes her master eased into it gently, sometimes she rammed into her without any consideration. This could be either night. "And y-you know how I like... strawberries."

"Strawberry sundae. Perfect." Tonight was going to be a gentle night it seemed, and Coco very slowly pushed her way into the pinned Faunus girl, slowly working inward. The ramming could be done later, she thought.

"AhhhhHHHhhnnn!" spilled musically from the Faunus's throat. It always felt so good to be claimed by her master this way! There had been some other aspects of play she somewhat wanted to try tonight, but she wasn't to bring them up or ask for them in the middle of proceedings; that was to be taken care of before they started. Maybe next time.

If there ever was a next time. Of course Carm had other sexual liaisons, and there was no reason she shouldn't, but... if they started seriously seeing each other, the arrangement may have to change. She wasn't sure. Part of her would be sad not to have Coco as a Master anymore if that's how things wound up, but in the end they would always be friends - and Coco could find new pets.

"Aaaand there we go." She smiled, grinding her hips around against Velvet's once her phallus was buried deep inside if her, trying to test the sensations. Caress her inner walls.

More gasps and pants of pleasure filled the air. Not much more would be needed to send her over the edge this time; all the near-misses with Carm resulted in one extremely frustrated libido. Her clit cried out to be touched, but this wasn't a day in which she could do anything of the sort, and so she only arched her back more, provided a more inviting target for her master.

Even wagging the fluffy tail again, feeling her own sex heat up from the difficult action. Why were those areas connected in her body? Wasn't that strange?

"So, how much do you want tonight?" she asked, keeping the phallus still to allow her pet to concentrate for a short moment. It wasn't something she usually asked, but with her going out later, she felt the need to ask. She wasn't exactly going to go too hard if she would need to recover.

"Ahh... hahh..." Gulping, Velvet tried to make her mind less cloudy. Did she want the cattle prod again? No, that would probably wear her out and might leave her body too sore tomorrow. Then she remembered what she had been thinking about a minute or so ago. "The... put the bit in my mouth? Ride me like that?"

"The bit, eh? You up for trying that this time around?" Although she then drew the phallus back out of her again, heading over to the drawer to fetch said bit. However she then realised; she wouldn't be able to talk. "What's the safety signal going to be? Cause I'm gonna keep going till you tell me to stop."

Velvet nearly shed tears at the sudden exit, but she forced herself to take a few breaths so she would be able to answer. "W-we... I'll paw at my ear again, like the time you had me tied up and I was fellating you. Is... is that alright?"

Taking the bit out of the drawer, she paced slowly back over to Velvet again, but this time, when she grasped the lead again, she pulled her upward suddenly, parting her legs. "Perfect. One more trick first."

"H-huh?" Velvet asked. She could be asking for a few different things; by now, the pet already knew most of her master's appetites. Unfortunately, there were too many appetites to choose from, so she decided to be blunt instead of dancing around it. "What does Master want?"

Yanking the lead upward once again, she managed to pull Velvet's head up toward her inner thighs, up to her own soaking wet folds where they lay between leather straps. The trick was now obvious.

"Lick."

Cringing involuntarily at the feeling of the wet length resting against her own forehead, especially knowing it was her own juices making it so wet, Velvet fell to licking immediately, switching between cleaning the outside and the inside. Coco was delicious but sharp, as always. She wanted to use her hands to better spread her, but she wasn't allowed today, so she merely placed them on her thighs for support as any other animal might.

"Hhhmmm," she sighed contentedly right away, placing her other hands on the woman's scalp to keep her friend still. Parting her legs slightly more, she spread herself further to assist in her actions.

But between slight gasps of pleasure, she looked down toward her. "Maybe don't start with s-s-such intense stuff as t-this..."

With a light blush, she pulled back to gaze up at her master. "You m-mean... with you, or with Carm?" After asking, she fell back to work. In point of fact, she felt incredibly flattered to get to touch Coco's sex directly; that was a rarity. Usually she would be asked to wear a phallus, then tied up and ridden, or else it would be worn backwards and she would be mounted and literally ridden around the room. Once, they had fitted a rubber sleeve around both of her ears... that had been a unique experience.

"With Carm. You wanna go s-sloooooww- more on the clit." Her advice turned straight back to their play again once Velvet went back to her licking, as she began to grind herself against Velvet's actions.

Nodding and filing away the advice, Velvet began to tease the clit at the end of every lick, swirling her tongue around the tiny nub with relish. She loved the feel of it in her mouth, how much larger and pronounced it was versus her own tiny, nigh-invisible button. Coco had bemoaned that on a few occasions. But this was a clit a girl could really work with! And she did - hungrily.

"Aaaah! Ooh... Yes!!!" she groaned once more, tipping her head back as she relished in the feeling. Velvet was good, very good!

But she wanted to tease Velvet more. And so, she pulled herself away, taking a moment to swallow and regain her breath. But before Velvet could be allowed to close her mouth, Coco held it open, placing the bit into it. "Back to the ground."

A delicious shame shot through her body at having the bit stuck in her mouth. It was what she wanted; to be the pet, to really lose herself in the role for a few minutes. This was so much easier than navigating the real world.

Nodding, she lowered herself back to hands and knees, blinking up at her master with large eyes as her lips settled more comfortably around the soft bit. It was designed for a human mouth, and much kinder to teeth than a real one would be. For good measure, she moved her backside back and forth very slightly to show that she was ready and willing to please.

This time, Coco wouldn't be as kind. Even if it was to give her the treat. Aligning the phallus with her entrance once again, she grasped the reins firmly, giving a firm tug as she threw herself forward, thrusting the entire length of the phallus into her body. Thanks to the tugging, there was no chance Velvet could escape, or back off; which made it all the sweeter.

"HHHHNGGH!" Velvet cried out around the bit in mild pain and intense pleasure. That was the ache she was after, this was the bodily punishment. She was to be used for this purpose, then rewarded by the master for doing her job. And if she enjoyed a little carnal pleasure into the deal, that was merely a bonus. Arching her back, she tried to lessen the strain on the object in her mouth and the way it tugged at the sides of her cheeks, even though she knew that to be futile. Coco was going to ride her hard until they were both satisfied.

Hearing the call of pleasure made Coco grin with delight, and caused more heat to come to her sex and cheeks again. And it was only going to continue, over and over again without stopping. She was going to be sure to keep slamming into her hard, either until she was worn out, or until Velvet used her safety signal. As was usually the case for their evenings.

That was why there was always two words. One indicated she was done for the evening, and the other indicated it was an action she didn't like. There were very few occasions when Velvet used the second one, but with everyone it drew Coco to a stop, and then back to a comforting “aftercare” session. And even at the times when Velvet would try to decline aftercare, Coco would insist on the importance of recovery.

However, once in a while Velvet wanted to ramp up the level of intensity even more than usual. The bit was gloriously degrading, and put her in her place... but maybe yet more theatrics were in order. With slow and deliberate movements, she began to pull forward, as if to race away from Coco should she let up on the reins. Playacting that she did not want her body to be used, that she yearned to escape.

"Ah ah ah…" With a very firm tug again, both on the reins and the lead, she held Velvet back in place. And to increase her punishment, she ramped up the speed. Now her movements were hard and loud, the constant smacking of Coco's hips against Velvet's rear had echoed through the room, and there was no sign of it stopping at all.

"You're not always a good girl, huh? You need discipline, is that it ?"

A deep grunt of defiance came from Velvet at the harsher treatment. What good was having a master who tamed her if she never put up any resistance? Even as her climax started to build, as wet slapping sounds filled the air, she lowered her shoulders and strained forward, turning slightly to the right to try and bolt away. Part of her needed it to be harder or she wouldn't be able to finish without her clit being touched - she had always been that way, ever since their sessions first began. Coco was only too willing to assist her there.

And another firm tug kept her back, as she pulled the leads right up by her chest. And then leaning down over her body, she began to lean toward her ear, whispering softly into it, "Silly little rabbit… someone is earning herself some very rough treatment." And right after, she delivered a firm slap to her rear, only then to reach toward it. In between her cheeks and underneath her tail was an area she loved to tease, but one she had never entered. Velvet's second opening.

"Maybe you want some of this, huh? Want me to claim your ass?"

Velvet's eyes flew wide. A mere flinch had been her reaction to the slap, but this was more than she had reckoned on dealing with tonight. Her anus was an area Coco had always loved to pay an inordinate amount of attention, one she seemed to covet equally with her other openings. Also, it was responsible for most of the times Velvet had needed to use a safeword. For some reason, she didn't mind being dragged by the neck down to lick the tops of her master's boots, or humping a table leg while being watched like a hawk, but a single fingertip resting on that tight hole made her shake like a leaf.

And shake she did, especially her head from side to side. No, that was not what she wanted... but she didn't use the word, or the gesture that was taking its place currently. Not yet. Maybe Coco only meant to tease her there again, not to do as she had threatened. Her subservient mind needed to give all that she could right up to the point she honestly could take no more.

"No? Are you suuuure?"

And as she continued to slam herself against Coco's sex, her finger never left that area. In fact, it began to circle the ring of muscle over and over again. Even though she had said so about this, she was able to feel how her muscles were reacting to such a thing. How the muscle quivered and spasmed.

Of course, Coco wouldn't go in; not tonight. With her lover expected to be going out at some point, the last thing she wanted to do was leave her unable to sit down properly.

Most definitely against her conscious will, Velvet panted and moaned around the bit as the thick length pounded into her - and as her secondary entrance was casually explored. Every circuit of the tiny ring left her mind screaming with conflicting emotions, her legs trembling. Of course she liked it; Master knew best. She just didn't want to like it.

And as was usually the case when Coco decided to play with her rear, Velvet felt her orgasm building twice as fast as before, but she forced herself to hang on, to try her best to pretend it wasn't happening. That the action she resented wasn't so erotic that it was going to send her reeling into the finish line so soon.

"Come on, you know you want to have an orgasm now... And then another, and then another…" As was normally the case, she would usually continue right up until one of them could take no more. It didn't matter the amount of orgasms usually, but it was very rare Coco left Velvet at one. Despite her appearance, and her personality, Velvet could go for quite a while.

And so slamming over and over, she adjusted herself slightly to hit the special set of nerves. The ones that made Velvet's heart race. That was all it took for her to crash through the barrier into her first. She had already been on the brink from the semi-unwelcome attentions with the finger, so it only took that angling downward to make all the difference. Screaming into the material of the obstruction in her mouth, she rode wave after wave of sharp pleasure that pierced through her mental fuzziness.

The worst aspect of the fact that Velvet was capable of multiples was another unique trait: she was also what was most commonly referred to as a "squirter". This had horrified both herself and Coco the first time it occurred, but once they realised it was not the substance they had originally feared, Coco came to regard it as a charming quirk. It amused her that thin jets of clear pleasure would splash over her - or down upon floor, calves, and boots, as it was presently.

But no matter how bad it got, Coco did not stop. As she could feel the slight additional tightness from Velvet's inner walls contracting, she only thrust even harder against said area, hoping to spur on another orgasm quickly and swiftly. And whilst doing that, she tugged at the bit harder, to the point of managing to yank her off the floor. Their actions were terribly rough, in extreme contrast to Velvet and Carm's soft actions.

Flailing both hands in the open air, Velvet felt a startling vertigo as she had no way to brace herself, no recourse. It was only for a few seconds, but she felt as if she were free-falling. It was the kind of exhilaration she could only derive from these sessions… and from simple moments with her new paramour.

Another orgasm rose to the surface. It wasn't quite as easy to break as the first had been, but she knew it wouldn't take much more - though her master was riding her no less hard than before, still slamming her hips into a fleshy backside with reckless abandon. For sheer theatrics, she let out a loud, long whimper.

Grinning mischievously, she took her finger away from Velvet's rear end, she instead reached even lower. She knew what Velvet craved, her clit to have some attention. And in a rare moment of generosity, she obliged. Reaching around, as she continued to thrust into the sex, she pressed her finger against her clit, circling it just as fast as her movements. She really wasn't letting up this evening, not until she begged for mercy.

Instantly, the pet screamed against the bridle as a second climax crashed through her entire being. More thin liquid splashed over her own legs. Seconds. It only took seconds from when she began touching her clit for it to happen. She must have been really hard up if they were coming this easily!

Yet the thrusts were not relenting. Not in the slightest. Her sex was just beginning to feel rubbed raw, but she continued to enjoy it vaguely, as if through a thick fog. Aching was setting into her muscles from how often they were spasming, from her position in the floor. Her cheeks were in pain from the bit. Why couldn't she simply ask Coco to stop? More honestly - why didn't she want to stop yet? What more could they do now that she had already climaxed twice?

"Hmmm you are resilient tonight. I'm glad it's tomorrow night you're busy; plenty of time for me to keep you going."

That was slightly out of character. Truth be told, she did enjoy her playtime with her friend. And if this was to be one of the final times with her, she wanted to make the most of it. Yes, she had Fox on occasion, but it was a pleasure to have experience with pets of both genders. And still be dominant. Just as the Faunus seemed to desire, she continued the brutal pace regardless of the orgasms oncoming. How did Velvet keep going?

Slightly unusual for their sessions no matter how long, Velvet widened her stance. She usually played her part, simply took the physical torture and loved it - she didn't respond favourably no matter how favourably her body received the treatment. Now, however... she was widening her legs. She was slamming her hips back against the savage assault on her sensitive flesh. Maybe she couldn't in actuality, but part of her seemed to believe she really could keep this up forever.

But Coco could not. For the first time, whilst still continuing her assault, she found herself panting for breath. Her own legs were aching, her hand was cramping. If this continued for any longer, she would end up having to give up herself. She couldn't allow that. There was no way she would allow for it.

So to hide her panting, or any of her own moans, she instead pulled Velvet right up against her, biting very firmly into her skin. Her hopes were that the pain would be enough to push her over the edge. She wouldn't accept defeat any other way.

Luckily for her master, that turned out to be just the thing; it had been quite some time since Coco had last used her teeth so suddenly like that, and Velvet's worn out body was ill-prepared for such a sudden flash of pleasurable pain. This third orgasm was quite a bit weaker than the first two had been, but she stopped her own gyrations and shivered and moaned all the same, delighting in the tingling sensation that rose up the backs of her thighs. So glorious.

Finally retracting back, she asked in a gruff voice, "Have you... Had enough? Are you... ready to end this yet?"

Hearing the weariness in her master's voice, the pet batted at her ear once, then tapped the bit in her mouth with a knuckle. At the very least, she wanted to be able to speak again.

Coco understood the sign; that Velvet only meant the bit. But as she was getting weary and tired, she deliberately made out she misunderstood. She used the chance to stop her movements entirely, taking a small moment to catch her breath, and stop her movements against her clit. Only then did she instead wrap her arms around her lovingly, delivering a much softer kiss to her neck.

"Hnn..."

"Hmhh?" Apparently, playtime had drawn to a close before Velvet was expecting it. Reaching up, she flicked the bit far enough forward so she could spit it out, where it hung loosely under her chin. "Master, are you alright?"

Then she flinched. She hadn't meant to call her that; it was probably because there had been no official "end" to their session. Still, she needed to know the answer to her question.

That question had a rather simple answer. With another light spank to her cheek, she smiled softly to her lover, continuing the loving cuddle while she had her upright. "Absolutely. Just exhausted."

Finally hugging back, she whispered, "Too exhausted for me t-to... reciprocate? I know you don't always want me to, but you helped me get off three times; it hardly seems fair."

Raising one of her eyebrows, she looked up toward her rabbit-eared friend. It was true she wanted the favour returned, but allowing her to have that power was never quite something she liked. "How do you suggest?"

The wariness in Coco's tone made Velvet duck her head. "N-no, I... didn't mean the full 'pet' treatment, though I wouldn't be opposed! Just... using my mouth for a bit. Or my hand. B-but I don't have to if you don't want me to!"

"Hmm…" It would be nice to have 'full service' from her lover, demanding sexual acts from her as she relaxed and accepted. And so, releasing her grip, she smiled. "Alright then. Take me."

Already, Velvet found herself missing Coco's warmth, but she had a whole new source of warmth now. She was going to be given the chance to grant her master pleasure - one that didn't come along often. Her heart raced as she was suddenly expected to do things on her own, to think while in the moment. Could she do this?

Then she reminded herself that she would be expected to do this someday with Carmine. Perhaps someday soon. Gulping, she began to gently caress Coco's outer thigh, just a sensual gesture that didn't go too far. "H-how do you want me to take you?"

"Surprise me."

This was indeed a test of Velvet's independence. She knew Velvet always preferred power to be out of her hands, never in it. But it was a skill she would need. Closing her eyes, she laid back on the ground, parting her legs to allow Velvet entry however she pleased. Fingers or tongue, she didn't mind.

Now she was really on the spot. Where should she start? Where would she be allowed to start? Coco's smile wasn't smug exactly, but there was a very slight challenge to accompany the affection and satisfaction. Acting on instinct, she dropped her mouth to the phallus, still slick with her own juices, and began to lick along the surface as her hands gently caressed both of her inner thighs. Perhaps a little pre-show before she moved along to the main event.

Behind the sunglasses, she wouldn't be able to see the delighted expression. One full of desire and arousal caused by her show. This object had just brought Velvet to three orgasms in a row, and now she was licking it. Licking her own juices off it. This truly was an amazing treat.

Of course, the taste of herself normally teased Velvet, as well, but after already being sated it was merely a strange and unpleasant ordeal. Though she didn't intend to do it for long. Briefly allowing her mouth to close around the head for her master's benefit, she then released it and began to trail kisses down the length, obviously heading for somewhere specific.

"Hmmmm..." She grinned, leaning back even further and fully relaxing. She could feel her partner's hands trailing down her thighs, brushing delicately over them. It was a rather heavenly experience. "Y-you're good, you know?" she encouraged, wiggling her hips playfully. "Carm will be impressed."

"H-hopefully," she breathed. As her mouth began to trail over creamy thigh flesh, she asked, "So... I have to ask, am I still Pet-Velvet, or just Velvet now? J-just want to understand the rules right now."

"Well... Let's use this as practice for Carm. You'd be you normally. Do to me, what you think she'd like. If it's something I feel she wouldn't like, I'll tell you," she assured, resting one of her hands into Velvet's hair, scratching softly. "Knock yourself out."

Nodding as she mulled that over, the Faunus bent to kiss the soft lips beneath the harness with a firm determination. If she were going to do this as she would to Carm, there should be no nervousness, no hesitancy that might make it seem as if she didn't want to do this. There had been enough of that going on already.

Sighing contently, Coco continued to relax into Velvet's movements, parting her legs even further to allow easier access. Velvet was talented, she just lacked the confidence. It was a terrible shame that Coco always tried to assist with.

Feeling the legs opening further, she felt encouraged to allow her tongue to loll out and drift lazily from the lowest point of Coco's sex all the way up to her clit, relishing the sharpness again. So much better than her own! Making sure to moan in appreciation, she repeated the action, slower still the second time. Moaning eagerly, Coco found herself grasping at Velvet's hair. As best she could to spur on the actions even further, she wrapped her legs around her, resting them on her back to try and keep her still.

"Yeah... M-more on the clit."

"Mmhmmm." She was sure to add extra vibration to her humming of affirmation as her lips encircled the clit, hoping Coco would feel and appreciate that. Then she slid her lips further inward so her tongue could flick over its surface, feeling the tiny bump of flesh throb under her teasing. Oh, but she could do this all evening.

"Oh! Y-Yeah! T-That's good!" she managed to force out a moan. In fact, it didn’t take any forcing; Velvet was far too good at this! Thanks to her movement earlier when she was teased, she was already nearing her own limit. There was only one thing she could think of to make it better.

"I think you're r-ready to g-go in."

Pulling back, Velvet moved her hand in to glide up and down along the wetness, thoroughly coating her own digits. She wasn't planning on stopping, only asking a question. A sudden streak of curiosity stirred up within herself - she wanted to see how her normally-dominant teammate would respond.

"You... want me in? Tell me how bad you want me inside you! Let me hear!"

That was a switch. Now Velvet was becoming the dominant one in this situation. Is this really what she was going to be like with Carm? Such an odd thought astounded her. That someone so calm and ready to be the one to receive pain could so readily become the dominant party with another partner. It was interesting to experience, in so many ways. Maybe she could even teach Velvet how to do that in future. But for now…

"B-Badly. Please, put those sweet fingers in me."

The ease with which Coco complied sparked something in Velvet. It wasn't a complete reversal of their roles - she could never in all her wildest dreams be that dominant, it simply wasn't in her nature. However... she could surprise Coco by showing a flash of indignation. One of revenge.

"You asked for it. S-sorry." The muttered apology was the only way she could force herself to go through with her plan. What a miserable Dom she would make! However, she wouldn’t worry about that for the moment. Allowing her mouth to fall to the clit again, she reached down with her fingers, further and further down... and pressed gently against her master's tightly-closed ass.

"W-WHOA!"

Yelping in surprise, the legs holding Velvet in place began to twitch rather harshly, her hands gripping firmly into the girl's hair. She had not expected that at all! It was a place she had never let anyone touch, regardless of play. Her instinct was to kick her away, or shout at her, but Velvet was so sweet and patient in all ways… even this one. It was making it hard to form the words to tell her to return her focus to her other opening.

And the tongue on her clit kept going, it continued to lap at her clit, bringing her closer and closer to her limit. How could she focus on telling her off when she was getting off? "G-God… damn , Velvet!"

However, Velvet was not finished. Most of her entire body had been clenching, braced for the worst as she attempted something that seemed quite dangerous. When Coco only seemed startled instead of angry, she decided to test things even further. After all, she was constantly threatening to truly explore that part of her during play - teasing the little hole, taunting her over it. Regardless of whether or not Velvet liked the teasing, she had always wondered if Coco wanted to try it so much... because she had tried it on herself.

Which is why she kept her tongue going to distract her partner from the finger as it began to poke past the accepting muscles. It wasn't just on the verge now, it was just the barest fraction of an inch inside.

"V-Vee... VEE!"

It sounded like she was struggling to hold on now. Of course, the safe word applied to Coco as well; if she felt things were going too far, she also had the power to call it out. But she didn't want to. As much as she was nervous about it, she wanted to let Velvet explore it. Besides, Velvet was already on her way in, already bringing the usually dominant woman to a very submissive state. And close to her limit.

"J-Jesus, Vee! You're gonna... I... i'm gonna... Huuuuaaaahh..."

The lubrication from all that wetness made this so easy. Velvet even felt a tiny tingle of arousal coming back to herself from listening to Coco so out of sorts; it wasn't normal. In fact, this was the first she'd ever heard of her master losing control on the situation. Once or twice, she had purposefully allowed her pet to do things that seemed as if she were being dominant, but it was always at her direction, it was always orders being carried out. This was the first time Velvet had managed to completely catch her off her guard and bring her quivering under her power.

The flexing of the muscle was its own hypnosis, the way it opened invitingly and then tried to close again. After a few seconds, she found her finger had slid in up to the first knuckle. This was amazing! How much deeper would it go? Moreover, how much deeper could she get before Coco finished?

Not much longer, not much deeper. Coco was already at her limit, and was struggling to keep going. But she wanted to. For the sake of Velvet's future love affairs, her confidence, she wanted to see what she was capable of. So far, she was very sure that Carm was in for a wild ride.

"Y-yeah! YEAH! Make me feel it!"

Only now did Velvet feel her eyebrows shoot up. Make her feel it? Could she not feel it already?! Those words made it sound like Coco needed the finger deeper, but that would be insane. This was way past how far she expected this to go as it was! But she complied. Pushing against the resistance, the finger slowly made its way inside until it was up to the second knuckle, her mouth attacking the clit without relenting in the slightest. If this wasn't enough, maybe she would have to use both hands.

But it was. The woman couldn't hold herself back anymore. A constant attack on her clit and her rear had finally brought her to defeat, and she cried out loudly. Her back arced and raised off the floor as she felt a powerful orgasm flow over her, making her quiver all over. Oh yes, she enjoyed that very much.

And the pet knew this. Still, even with writhing of her body and the sounds from her lips, she did not withdraw from either her clit or her rear. In fact, she only stopped to take a long lick of her entire sex before more passionately feasting on the nub again, beginning to flex the digit slightly, pushing into alternating sides of her inner walls. Maybe both of them could achieve more than one climax tonight. Coco could call it off anytime if she so chose, but if she didn't…

Alas, as much as she would continue to push Velvet over and over, Coco herself could not go on. After a short while, she only felt uncomfortable with the finger still in her rear, and when the tongue constantly went against her clit. It was unfortunate that the most dominant member of the party could barely sustain herself for more then one orgasm.

"C-carrot!"

Blinking in surprise, Velvet's head shot up so fast the phallus connected with her forehead, letting out a loud, wet SLAP! as she stared at Coco. "Did... did y-you say 'carrot'?!"

"Y-yes! Okay, I c-can't take anymore!" she groaned out. This time, it was she that was reduced to a blushing mess, and she was thanking the gods that she had her sunglasses, else she would never be able to cope with the embarrassment. How could she allow herself to be dominated so easily?!

"I-I admit it... Carm's gonna be so lucky if she can g-go multiple."

A small, blissful smile began to play across Velvet's face. It wasn't the first time she'd seen Coco blush, but it was as rare as a blue moon, and this was a brighter red than she'd ever seen.

"Well," she murmured quietly as she began to very... very slowly draw the finger out, still wriggling it the tiniest bit. Just for fun. "I don't imagine I'll be doing this with Carm anytime soon! Just wanted to see... you know, if you enjoyed this sort of thing. Did you? I mean, I didn't hurt you or anything, did I?"

"N-no. No way. I really… really enjoyed it." Coco confessed. Once again she groaned as she felt the finger moving inside her rear, knowing she wouldn't be able to take much more of that. She was certainly a woman who preferred to give rather than receive. Most of the time, she wouldn't even finish. She would never allow her partners to keep going that far. Winding her up, yes. But orgasming wasn't a very common thing for her, and she preferred it that way.

"You know me, Vee. I'm quiet about what I like. But yeah, that was good."

Hearing the humiliation and frustration in Coco's voice, Velvet stopped playing and gently slid it the rest of the way out. Then she sat there with her head bowed. "Yes, I know. I'm really sorry for asking, it probably caught you in a moment of weakness and... and you wouldn't ordinarily consent to this. B-but for my part, it was quite fun! I like making you happy here." Her lips briefly pressed against a thigh. "And not just by letting you scold my body, th-though that's really important, too. But of course, that's just my desire, and you're not supposed to j-just change what you do and don't like to do for me. S-so... so yeah."

"Hey." Coco stopped her right away, managing to sit herself upright again and holding her arms out. She wanted to hold the woman in her arms again. Their cooldown session. "If this is our last session, it was pretty damn fun. And I don't mind you using me to explore. It'll help you in your future."

Gratefully, Velvet sighed as she melted against her master's embrace. It was so warm and inviting, and comforting. Coco always smelled fabulous and strong, no matter what she had been doing before. Now, the hot smell of sex interlaced with the usual potpourri of other scents. This also comforted her, which was perhaps odd but that's because she associated the scent being this strong with aftercare, with soothing words and hands petting hair.

"Who knows? Perhaps this isn't our last session. Perhaps it's just..." But she didn't elaborate. No assumptions. They would only feel worse if they promised a lot of things and then were forced to break those promises later. "We'll see, huh, bunny rabbit? See how things go." And then she began to pet her friend's hair, softly stroking it and her ears to allow her to calm down. Delivering a soft kiss to her neck.

The cooldown sessions were all about descending gently from the massive highs they had during their activities, and healing any possible emotional wounds that were caused. The first time they played and left Velvet a crying mess, Coco soothed her with lots of soft kisses, and continued to hug her closely to let her soak into her body warmth. She wouldn't release her until she was fully recovered. Now, it didn't take very long for them to both cool down. A few minutes or so.

Careful with the hand that had been "active" recently, Velvet embraced her back and lay there for another minute or so. Then she stretched her neck out and pecked Coco on the cheek. It was as close to her lips as she ever dared kiss; that was not Coco's way, and it would be rude for her to ignore a good friend's needs. Still, if the rule wasn't in place, Velvet would likely be pressing their lips together on a regular basis.

"So... any other tips for me? Or do you think I'm ready?"

The exhausted giggle seemed to explain enough. Coco was absolutely tired out. "Are you kidding me? That was amazing. I mean, wow..."

Blushing to her roots, Velvet sat up and softly caressed her master's leg before she stood, stretching her sore muscles. "Ooh... oh my, I'm quite worn out from all that! Th-think I'll just nip out and wash up, if that's alright with you. Is it?"

"Absolutely, go clean up you messy bunny." She gave a playful wink, before hauling herself up as well. Although, she could hear a faint knock at the door. "Besides, I think my one o'clock is here."

"Oh! Oh, I- whoops, one moment!" Scrambling around the room for all her discarded clothes, she managed to dress in a manner of minutes. This was only possible after months of practice, due to being barged in on by all manner of people mid-coitus. Finally, she trotted back over to Coco with her boots in one hand.

"Can you unlock my c-collar, please?"

"Hey, what are you worried about? You do remember Fox is blind, right?" There had been many occasions in which Coco had used this fact to her advantage. Dressing herself, sneaking Velvet into other rooms, slipping her clothes on... He was the only one due back at this time, it had to be him. But, as she was asked, she wandered over to Coco, gently unlocking the leather collar from her throat and placing it back into their drawer. Maybe they would even use it again someday.

"I know that! I j-just... he might have someone behind him, or who knows? Why do you always make fun of me for being s-shy?!" It was an old and feeble complaint; she didn't really take any such needlings to heart. They joked with one another in the way that Coco pretended to be mean and Velvet pretended to take offense. Rubbing her throat, she tiptoed to the side of the door on her bare feet and crouched, boots in hand, waiting to spring through the opened door once Fox had walked inside.

Coco could only chuckle to herself, quickly throwing a jacket over her own nearly naked form as she wandered over to the door. Even if Fox was followed by someone else, she didn't really care so much. It was simply another challenge to ignore them. The woman really wasn't phased by anything.

And especially not phased when she did open the door, and their ginger-haired teammate walked in. He took in one single inhale through his nostrils and smirked.

"Am I late for the party?"

Velvet tried not to die of embarrassment as she fled. But overall, she was still as happy with her sessions as ever. And she had a whole new adventure to explore with another friend soon.