Golden Peacock Overflow

[sonicstriker]

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Overflow 2.0
Overflow 3.0

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[crestsidestory]

I--

[ The word hisses out of her, too directionless not to get smothered between their lips. She needs so little encouragement to claim Tifa's lap that if she felt less eagerness it would embarrass her. With her chest and shoulders raised above the line of the water she feels on display. She never thinks negatively of other people's scars but has always been so conscious of her own, the pale series of incision scars down the center of her torso and the insides of her arms, all too neat to seem self-inflicted or the result of battlefield chaos. For once that feels secondary, falling behind the need for physical contact, the absolute flood of heat she feels when she hears that sound in Tifa's throat, the electric jolt of having her lip sucked between Tifa's own.

(She shouldn't--)

Her hand slips lower to skim along Tifa's ribs and then ventures between them to cup one breast and experimentally smooth the pad of her thumb over the nipple.

(--at least not here.) ]

We should leave.

[ Not you should leave, or even I should leave. This isn't normal -- nothing about it is normal -- but better to run off together than lose herself in the moment here, where anyone can walk in and see. ]

[sonicstriker]

[ oh. it's wonderful to have Edelgard's weight on her. She doesn't get a chance to look at the other, too caught in the way her skin feels beneath her hands and how amazing it is to have that kiss returned so enthusiastically.

Tifa only breaks the kiss because she's gasping at the hand sliding up her ribs and over her breast. Aware that may come off as dislike (which couldn't be farther from the truth), she redoubles her kissing, one of her hands coming to claps over Edelgard's before it seeks out the other woman's breast.

oh, fuck. It's so warm and soft, filling her palm and making her thighs tense. She doesn't have enough hands or mouths; she wants to keep kissing Edelgard, and also kiss down her throat and breasts, and also hold her, and also massage her breasts.

The other girl pulls away, breathing on her lips. Tifa's nodding, eyes wide, struggling to find her voice. ]

One of our rooms? There are seating areas in the halls that are more private.

[ Tifa's never so much as asked anyone on a date, and only been on a handful Jesse, Biggs, and Wedge had a huge hand in setting up. But asking a girl to abscond somewhere to nakedly (she hopes) keep making out seems like the most natural thing in the world right now. ]