#happy friskarm friday!

[foxgirlknot]

“Liskaaaaaaaaaaaarm! Found youuuuuuuuu!” 

Liskarm’s tail twitched as Franka melted across her shoulders, draping an arm down to lazily trace the lapels of her suit. “Dear, we're in public.” 

“And what does that matter?” Franka waved an arm lazily, gesturing at the crowd that filled the room in front of them. “No one's watching you hide here behind the bar.” 

“We're supposed to be acting professional.” 

“Since when? Lisky, it's a gala. We're not on the clock, it's all Rhodes people here. No one cares if you're the… perfect picture of professionallity.”

“That's not the point, dear.” Carefully Liskarm peeled herself free, turning to face her partner. “And you're clearly drunk.” 

“Am not.”

"Yes, you are.” 

Franka rolled her eyes. “I'm upright, aren't I? And in these heels? Lisky, that's not easy.” 

She pulled her evening gown, lifting the hem to flash Liskarm a shot of her stilettos, their black ribbons snaking up her leg tantalizingly. Liskarm remained unimpressed. 

“I've seen you in the ballet heels Nearl got us, those are nothing. How many drinks have you had?” 

“None of your business.” 

Liskarm’s eyes glinted. “Franka.” 

“Liskarm.” Franka waggled her fingers mockingly, imitating Liskarm’s stern tone. “Why do you care so much about how drunk I may or may not be?” 

Liskarm sighed. “Because when you're drunk, you flirt. With everyone.” 

“So?” 

Liskarm took a deep breath, willing the sparks building in her horns not to jump. “We've talked about this. I don't want to do it again. Especially while you're not sober.” 

“I’m sober enough!” 

“No, you're not.” 

“I can be. Talk to me, Liskarm.” 

Franka reached towards her partner, trying to be reassuring, when Liskarm’s hand snaked up to the chains dangling elegantly from her throat, twisting and pulling and cinching the disguised collar tight around her neck, dragging her down just enough for Liskarm to breathe for only her to hear. 

“Because, you stupid fox, I like having you all to myself. Which is why you're wearing this tonight. To remind you who you belong to. Understand?” 

Franka’s head inclined in the barest whisper of a nod, frozen in place, a single swallow brushing against Liskarm’s fingers. 

“Good.” Liskarm allowed herself a small smile. “Now stop worrying about me and go have fun. And remember this - ” She gave a tug on the collar, watching Franka’s eyes dart frantically across her face. “ - and what it means. And no more drinks.” 

She let go, and Franka stood back to her full height, rubbing at her neck. For one terrifying moment Liskarm was afraid she's gone too far, but then Franka tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and met her gaze, smirking, eyes bright with lust

“God, it's hot when you get possessive."

Liskarm coughed. “Good. Um, I mean - ” 

Franka laughed, high and ringing, reaching for Liskarm’s hand and lifting it to her lips. 

“Don't worry, dear. I'll be good. Promise.” 

Liskarm smiled, and Franka grinned back at her, stepping back and stretching elegantly. 

“Also, I put the bar tab under your name, so you're gonna want to talk to Rafaela at some point."

“Franka!” 

Franka giggled, slipping away with a flick of her tail and a wave of her hand as Liskarm groaned to herself. 

[aresmarked]

hmmm, future friskarm getting used to civilian life? sorry if that's too vague orz

[The presence of an apology fills you with further determination to flesh out the prompt.]

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To absolutely no one's surprise, Liskarm takes more time to adjust.

Liskarm herself professes it (drily—after all, growing up in one's formative years in a combat zone will skew one's thoughts about how to spend time that never felt 'free', only ephemeral sparks), she finds it difficult to pull away entirely from checking on news about the shifts in business and international shifts. Franka teases her plenty about 'mother draking' those cooperating with Rhodes.

But to some's surprise it's a short amount of time; Franka and Liskarm point that she has been changing from when they were settling into Rhodes. Well-trained, Franka says.

That always earns an elbow to the ribcage.

But when close friends point out how Liskarm always has a small, wry, fond look whenever Franka's looking pleased at 'convincing' her to join on a surprise trip up to this lesser known glacier or that music concert, all the old Vouivre does?

She gives a small, fond smile, and keeps moving forward.

[fishing-lesbian-catgirl]

Happy Friskarm Friday! Remember to use your thermite blades responsibly and to not play pranks on your squad captain in active combat zones, even if she is your wife

[foxgirlknot]

It started entirely practically. Electricity Arts make physical contact tricky if they're not controlled. Rubber is an excellent electrical insulator. Simple enough.

It didn't remain that way for long.

Which is how Liskarm now finds hirself bound, kneeling on the bedroom floor, watching in the mirror as Franka's hands wrap themselves around hir, as sleek black fingers trace the lines of hir body, cupping their way into every curve and fold, plucking at the rope that runs between hir legs and watching hir body vibrate in response, an instrument tuned to Franka's every whim.

Somehow, the millimeter of latex that separates them only serves to bring them closer together. It smothers the control that zie lives with constantly, gives it up to Franka's hands, black and smooth and perfect just the way zie will never be able to replicate, no matter how hard zie tries.

In the mirror zie can see her hands work their way back up, landing at hir chin, plying gently at hir lips, which are all to happy to part, tongue lolling open as Franka giggles and black acrid rubber floods hir sense of taste.

"Open wide, Lisky!"

Now is when zie would complain, snark back some cutting remark, but Franka winds hir tongue between her fingers, digs a grip into hir jaw and drags hir vision back to hir reflection in the mirror.

"Look at you. Look at how good you're being for me."

And all zie can do it watch, watch as the same smooth black fingers dip between hir legs, drawing the rope aside and dipping inside hir, pulling a gasp deep from hir diaphragm as Franka held hir still, whispering in hir ear.

"Sash, I know, love. Just let me work. Let me show you how I see you."

Panting, zie nods, and Franka smiles, letting the fingers in hir mouth trace the lines of drool they made down hir chin, as the fingers in hir cunt curl, digging at hir insides, and all zie can do it watch.

[foxgirlknot]

heyyyyyyy it's 12:06 AM on a Friday so this is your scheduled reminder to go write some Friskarm ficlets today.

happy friskarm fridaaaaaaaaaay I'm at work but rest assured I'm thinking about them and I will be writing once I get home