#fade to black cause i dont have time to write the whole thing XD

[haro-ra]

Day 2 of @scrapyard-princess 's sexy Entrapta week! Space 🌌

Adora was in the yard with Swift Wind (bad location anyway, no coverage, no privacy) and Mermista was in the bathroom and Sea Hawk was in the upper halls practicing his shanties with the cool acoustics and Glimmer was in the enclave practicing magic with Castaspella and Double Trouble was in the spare room and Perfuma was in the other spare room and Catra was in the kitchen and Hordak and Wrong Hordak were in the dining hall and Bow was in Entrapta’s makeshift workshop and Micah was in the foyer and Spinerella and Netossa were having their own private moment near the runestone and to top it all off, Frosta was wandering the halls!

There was nowhere in all of Brightmoon that Entrapta was going to find an ounce of privacy, much less enough for two.

But!

But.

Darla was unoccupied. She wouldn’t stay that way if someone saw Entrapa and Scorpia squirrel away inside her and they left her on the ground. But Darla was space-flight capable. And there was no one to bother them out there in the crushing void of space! Entrapta could even turn off her comms, just for a quick bit. Or a long bit.

It had been a hot fucking minute since she and Scorpia had had a moment alone when they weren’t 1. busy with other things or 2. under imminent threat of death. Lot of imminent threat of death around here. It made for lots of opportunities to expand her data collection! It also put a damper on the general sexual capacity of everyone involved.

But now the world was saved and balance restored and blah blah blah and Scorpia was wearing that pretty new high-low dress she’d had commissioned now that she wasn’t stuck with military leotards anymore, and she was wearing the strappy knee-high sandal lookin’ things that Entrapta didn’t know the word for and the flowing fabric flared around her ankles and her thighs as she walked (or, well, was eagerly ushered) into Darla.

“Oooo, been a while since I’ve seen this ol’ thing. You showing off old first one’s tech to me?” Scorpia happily prattled as Entrapta’s fingers flew over the keys. The door shut and her beautiful, beautiful girl whirred to life, engines engaging.

“No! Well, yes! Maybe! Later though. First—” Entrapta threw a quick aside, “Darla take us into orbit and hold us there—First! I was thinking you and I could get a liiiiiittle time to ourselves. Out in space. Alone.”

“Oh. Oooooooooooh. Oh~” Scorpia grinned. “Is that what this is all about?”

Scorpia’s pedipalps caressed Entrapta’s sleeveless, turtleneck dress with the strategic hole over her cleavage. It was a bright teal with purple borders and bugs embroidered along said borders. Entrapta liked how it flared out from her hips and gave her an upside-down teacup look about her legs, knee-high socks on display beneath. Scorpia seemed to appreciate the boob window, right that moment.

“It is!” Entrapta confirmed happily, hopping up on her hair and using her (ungloved, weird) hands to slide over Scorpia’s pretty pretty hips. She smiled up at her lover, and was rewarded with a smoldering smile back.

“Holding pattern achieved. Will remain until further instruction.”

“Thanks Darla!” both Scopia and Entrapta chorused. It was one of the things that endeared Scorpia to her so much. That even if Scorpia probably didn’t entirely see the bots as people the same way Entrapta did, she could at least understand the sentiment, and was always polite to Entrapta’s tech. 

“Well, now that it’s just us,” Scorpia intoned, carding a pedipalp delicately through Entrapta’s hair and the other brushing beneath her jaw.

“Now that it’s just us,” Entrapta echoed with a satisfied smirk. 

Scorpia’s mouth was hot against hers, her body strong and firm beneath her hands, and Entrapta’s hair corkscrewed delightedly as the two set to make up for lost time.