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~A Different Meaning for "Touch Therapy"~

CHAPTER 2 ~~~ Chapter 1 can be found here. ~~~ Word Count: 4,570 ~~~ IMPORTANT! This fic is primarily written and designed for ao3!! I'd recommend reading it there using this link! I tried to port things over as best I could, but just be aware of that. ~~~ Chapter Summary: Half an hour later, after dinner's unfortunate delay, Siffrin takes another stab at R&R. ...At least he manages to get a little bit, this time. ~~~ A/N: hello, it's good to see you again. took me a very long time to find the energy to write for this. but i said i would do it, and i DID, which is more than i expected to happen, even if it's been in my drafts for what feels like a year, so take it! take it now!! anyway, I love writing Mira and Siffrin QPR, I think it's my favorite thing to ever write. They're so! Cute!! And then they're put together, and it's like!!! Dragon Ball fusion, where the cuteness is not only added together, but MULTIPLIED. i love them, and i hope you do too.

~~~ Siffrin awakens, ah... an hour or so later? It was hard to tell. The rain has yet to let up completely, though it does sound quieter, as they let the muffled sounds of people talking wash over them. They don't really grasp the meaning behind the words; it always takes a while for the Vaugarde part of their brain to wake up, but it's not like it matters, he can't remember ever being this comfortable! The sensations are... non-specific. Is it warm? Is there a hand in his hair? Is there a blanket? Probably, that all sounds like a recipe for feeling this good.

The weight shifts, immediately giving the impression of still being on the downstairs couch, and Siffrin stirs. Their head lifts, their singular eye trying- and failing -to picture what had sat down next to them. It was a dark blob, amidst a backdrop of light. Could be Bonnie? Or... Mira. Or a sadness, if this was a dream of some kind, but that's probably not right. Whoever it is, they're here, and that's nice.

...

He doesn't get to go back to sleep, tragically. His head is jostled one too many times, his mind and eye having refocused on the present, to where he simply must sit up. It was strangely difficult, but he manages, hearing a voice off to his right. "Oh, rise and shine, Sif." Siffrin stills, then looks over at the voice: Isa. The angle's weird, though, is he-? He realizes rather abruptly that he's lying on top of him, and shifts, getting ready to crawl off, before remembering. This is their new normal. They can stay. ...He crawls inward, instead. A hand reaches over, combing their hair to the side (when did it get in their face??). "You get bedhead no matter what, huh?"

They smile, trying not to lean into the touch too hard. Before, again, remembering that this is normal, and tilting their head into it, slightly. There's a giggle behind them, which they're quick to twist around toward, finding Mira, having situated herself comfortably on the opposite end of the couch. Still smiling, she asks, "how was your nap?" Hm...

"...Eight," he says, voice carefully flat. "Couch was lumpy."

Isa makes a noise. "Wh- Sif, I'm not lumpy!" They glance between his eyes, and his stomach, eventually deciding to take a finger, and press in. There's a decent amount of give, as he stifles a laugh, and an attempt to curl up, probably not wanting to throw Siffrin across the room from the speed. "O-Okay, thahat proves nothing!" They take their finger back, hiding a little in their cloak. "I'm just bulking up for the winter. Trust me, before Dormont, I was chiseled."

Uh huh. Sure he was. Not that Siffrin would know either way, given. Everything. He tries not to think about it. Though, unfortunately, this has the unintended side effect of letting their mind wander... elsewhere. Isabeau's face, as their finger pressed in; a weak, wobbly smile gracing his lips. His face flushed, as his hands valiantly resisted the urge to stop theirs. ...Ugh, being normal, they can do that! At least for a few hours? He got all of that tickling stuff out of his system! Or rather, Isa wrung it out of their system by force. The mental image brings a faint smile, then a larger one, as he again envisions Isa's hands on himUGH, okay, no, they've got this.

He tries to think of literally anything else, as the conversation between three drops to two. Mira replies to something Isabeau said with an, "oh, I'm fine!" She smiles, with a hint of Mira-typical-anxiety. "I've already read most of the books on that shelf. The owner has good taste."

"I'll bet," Isa says. "Did you come to join the cuddle pile, then?" Siffrin waits a moment, then scoots from Isabeau's lap to his chest, before patting his stomach. They ignore his little huff of laughter, to the best of their ability. Normal. Normal, normal, normal. Get. Your head. In. The game.

"Oh! Uhm, is that. Allowed?" She tilts her head, which Siffrin mimics. At the look Isa gives, she clarifies. "You seemed really serious when I stole your nickname for Siffrin, the other day!" Oh, that happened? Without them? ...Good, actually, that would've been uncomfortable to re-experience.

"Mira, nicknames aren't for sharing." He opens one of his arms, widening the spot for her to sit. "These arms, on the other hand..."

Not really wanting to turn around every time someone else speaks, Siffrin just gives their fond look to Isa's legs, while Mira lets out an amused huff. Then, with a touch of skepticism, she says: "Wait, don't you share 'Mira' with Siffrin??"

Siffrin furrows his brow. Then realizes what she meant. Then decides to double down on ignorance, because it'd be funny. "...You're not an object, Mira." Isabeau lets out a choked, confused laugh, as she takes a split second longer to put the pieces together.

"Oh, Siffrin!! That's not what I meant!" Despite her tone, she smiles playfully, reaching over and poking them inthhHHHAAhHH- They wheeze, hoping to mask the short laugh that escapes. She looks at them, strangely, something flashing across her face... recognition? Maybe? Then she reaches forward. Nope! Nope!! Nope!!! Siffrin scoots away, into Isabeau's loving arms, which, as a matter of fact, is the opposite of helpful. He's basically a brick wall with a steep incline, that no amount of lame effort can surmount. They would need to really try and escape, which, much to their chagrin, they do not want to do.

Mira's hand pauses in the air, as she glances between their face, and Isabeau's. "Oh, that reminds me!" Her hand is pulled back, slowly. Both overwhelming relief, and slight disdain fill the rogue's body, as he slides back down Mt. Beau. "What were you two doing, earlier?" Then he perks right back up. Stars. Okay. That's. To be expected.

Isabeau taps them on the arm, both offering reassurance, as well as asking for permission. They tap back, twice, giving him the go-ahead, to which he says, "decided to talk about some feelings, you know the drill."

"Oh!" Mira's head tilts back slightly, before she nods. "Do you want me to drop it, then?" Siffrin shakes their head, wanting to at least tell her The Thing. He really, truly didn't actually want to, especially on the same day as their talk with Isa, but putting it off would likely make it worse.

Speaking of, Isabeau covers the ensuing silence. "No, it wasn't about anything, uh... loop related?" Always picking his words, that one. Which is probably why they are, much to Siffrin's annoyance, correct. "Honestly, it's pretty cute!" ...Sometimes. The man beams as Siffrin grumbles into his collar, eye squinted so hard as to practically be closed. "But, ah... Sif?" They poke their head out, staring him down. His face darkens, eyes widened ever-so-slightly, with another wobbly smile replacing whatever look he had before. "Is-" He recovers. "Is it okay if I tell her?" It's cowardly, for them to say yes. He should be able to just say what he wants, it's his body, and yet his mouth rebels every chance it gets! So unfortunately, he must nod.

Isa gives one more look, waiting for them to change their mind, which they don't. He can do this. Still cuddling with Isa (obviously), but not hiding, not avoiding eye contact, not wanting to explode every chance his brain gets: Normal. "Right, well, since Sif says it's okayyyyy..." Isa trails off, glancing to the side, and gathering his thoughts.

Mira waits patiently. He begins. "Siffrin likes touch." Debatable. Touch was... weird. They liked it, hated it, couldn't live without it, and would rather die than have it, all at once. Mira nods, following along. "More than that, he likes affection." Isa proves his point with a hand running through their hair, the calluses alone providing the perfect amount of scratch. Siffrin melts against his palm, too buttered-up to bother refuting.

"Aw!" Mira coos, hands brought up to her chest, before lowering again. "I don't think I've ever seen you so peaceful." No room for retorts, all they know is heaven. Mercifully, the hand stays, as the explanation continues.

"Mhm, mhm. Very adorable, very cute, we all love them very much." His face burns, but hiding in his cloak would mean moving away from the hand....... "But, there are other forms of touch that he likes, too." What is he...? Oh, right, the whole point of this. Heh-

"Heheheh!" Not as explosive of a sensation it usually is, Isabeau's other hand presses into their side, through their cloak. It takes a few seconds longer than normal for Siffrin to realize What's Going On, suddenly unsure of what to do with their body other than squirm. Mira's expression is almost unreadable, though that may just be because squirming doesn't lend itself well to looking people in the eyes.

Isa sits up, the tickling slowing in pace. "This okay?" He nods, having partially gotten used to the digging, now sitting still and letting out a soft stream of laughter.

Mira presses her hands together, humming, a strange look in her eye. It's not what Siffrin expected. ...Hm. She reaches a hand out, slowly. "Uhm, may I?" Her other hand grips at the fabric of her dress. Siffrin turns, swiveling around to face her fully. Then, realizing the distance between them, they scoot closer, into what little space remains unclaimed by either her, or Isa.

She reaches forward, hand stuttering in the air, and Siffrin tries very hard not to flinch when it slips under their cloak, but he still lets out an involuntary gasp. He forces his back to straighten, one of his hands grasping at Isa's pants leg, to get the energy out.

Her nails touch down against their side, softly trailing back and forth, as she meets their gaze with a warm, pleasant look, smiling nearly as hard as them. No judgement, no callousness, it's... everything they'd expect, from her. It would be enough to make them melt, if the tickling hadn't done a good enough job of that, already. Her eyes flicker down to where her hand's obscured by his cloak, but she feels her way around just fine, scratching gently, still, fingers dancing now along his ribs. He lets out a little huff every few seconds, doing a miraculous job of staying composed as the scribbling digits make their way around to their back, starting a sort of half-hug, where one finger (one! just one!!!) trails up the length of their spine. Siffrin inhales, sharply, shoulders rolling back as her nail scratches just below their neck. Surprisingly, Mira laughs before they do, smiling like the sol.

With the proximity, it makes it easy to just lean on her, which he does, forehead pressing into her shoulder out of embarrassment. She looks down at them, briefly surprised, before pressing her face against their head, and sliiiIAAA- They inhale, sharply, as a second hand worms its way under their cloak, entirely out of the dark, completing the half-hug she'd formed. Said hand begins massaging their ribs, and they can't help but laugh. "Miraaaaahahahahaaaa-" His voice is muffled, as the giggles softly trickle out, and he melts into her, enjoying every second. If it was more rough, they might tap out, but this? Her nails, softly scratching at the bones of their ribs, it just felt... good. Not too much, and not too little. Of course, they laugh a little bit harder when the finger on their back starts up again, tracing the crease of their spine.

Delicate hands change tactics, nipping at their sides suddenly, and briefly, earning yet more embarrassing noises that could be considered laughter. "Hmhmhmhm," as they're enveloped in warmth. Both from the hug, and from their chest, heart swelling at the affection.

She pulls Siffrin over a little, to more easily rest her head atop theirs, as her hands begin squeezing again, starting at the bottom and rising ever-so-slightly, after each. Anticipation rose alongside their steady stream of laughter, as her fingers inched closer to the precipice, his underarms abuzz with that familiar sensation; Phantom tickling, or whatever, they hadn't considered giving it a name. But the mere idea of her hands there feels like manifestation, the buzzing moving in slow, deliberate circles, albeit still very much all-encompassing.

The squeezing ceases, right before reaching its goal, and Siffrin stirs, tilting their head to gaze up at Mira, quizzically. She meets their eye, looking between it, and their hair. "Uhm, Siffrin, can I-" She stops abruptly, pursing her lip; a nervous habit of hers.

They nod, regardless of whatever she was about to say. "You can do whatever, Mira. I trust you." Isa stirs behind them, letting out a little 'awww', which Siffrin is quick to punish him for. Or, they would, but their leg is... too short, to reach him. He laughs at their attempt, offering no further insightful comments. Mira's finger that was trailing along their back is joined by its friends, though not with her nails pressed in. Instead, it presses flat, her palm rubbing in smooth, firm circles.

Siffrin lets a content sigh slip, before- "How does that feel?" They tense, hearing Mira whisper to them, like that. That's! New! She's never done that before, they can hardly fathom what their face must look like! Her other hand squeezes their side thrice, reminding him of its existence. "Siiiiffriiiin, c'mooooonnnn." Her tone is a little more sing-songy, making it evident she expects an answer.

"I-It's good," is the best they can manage, mind now acutely aware of the placement of each digit of her hand.

"Yeah?" He tenses, as her hand twitches, to which she comments. "Heyyyy, it's okay. You're safe, I've got you." Her nails press in, roaming up and down their side. Siffrin's practically a smiling bit of putty in her arms, soaking the attention up like a sponge as they find it difficult not to blush. It's not the same type that Isa evokes, this is... being known. Being seen. It's flustering, in any context, but especially this! She knows exactly how to get to them! Her massaging hand briefly nips their shoulder blade, causing them to squeak!! She barely manages to keep her cooing to a whisper, "awww!", delivering a second decisive nip to their shoulder, right after.

"Hah-" Siffrin forces his mouth closed, just barely avoiding a stream of horrible noises. This, of course, does not last in the face of her swift strikes, or teasing tone. It's definitely a different approach to before, and Mira seems much more confident as she does it, both about what she's allowed to get away with, as well as her knowing what to say. Her hand on their back goes from trailing to scratching; still moving at a snails pace up and down, but now her fingers moved independently. "Hmhmhmhmhmhmhmmmmm," their light giggling trails off into a deep sigh, his mind seeming to take turns focusing on the scratching hand, and the massaging fingers.

"Are you having fun?" More whispering. Siffrin's face heats up. Does this count as teasing?? He nods regardless, into her shoulder. "Good. You know, I'm glad you told Isabeau. And, I'm glad you let me know, too." Her words are punctuated by the tickling hand roaming their lower back, scribbling beneath the mid-section. They try not to startle into her. "Because now, I get to do this wheneeeeever you want." 'Eeeeever' is partnered by her nails scratching large circles into their back, stopping just short of the hand that's massaging. They laugh openly, now. ...Wait.

Siffrin pries his face away from her, gazing up. "G-Gehehehet to?" He... has never seen a person go so still, so quickly. As though caught red-handed in something, she's just. Frozen. Even her hands stilled, as Siffrin sits up slightly, worried. Realistically, he and Mira are the same height, she just slouches less; but he can make up the difference, when it matters.

Mira, much too late to even attempt, still tries playing it off. "Well, you look happy!" She takes a hand out from Siffrin's cloak, lifting it up to their chin, fingers pressed gently against it, fluttering. The smile is immediate, followed by darkened cheeks, and closed eyes, as he fights tooth and nail not to shake her off. "And adorable," she says, flatly. "I like making you smile, Siffrin."

They bat at her hand playfully, turning their head away, blind side facing her. "You're trying to distract me!" Her nails flutter down to their neck, earning a squeak, as they scrunch up.

She smiles, sweetly. "It's workiiiiing!~" Her other hand reaches up, joining its other in scratching into their neck. For once, Siffrin turtles up for a reason other than mass embarrassment, even if that's part of it. "Nooo, you don't get to hide, Siffrin!" She flutters against his chin once more, which is evil! Because now, hiding in his cloak would make it worse, and while he's not opposed, his body clearly hasn't gotten that memo! His head begrudgingly lifts.

"This-" Siffrin stutters, smiling ear-to-ear, still desperately trying not to flail. "This is- Cruhuhuel and unusuahahahal!"

Mira hums. "Mmmmmmaybe," is all she says for a bit, her nails continuing to travel from their neck, to their jawline, to their shoulders, then back around. Soon after, she says, "but you're enjoying it." Decidedly not a question, and that makes it infinitely worse, because she knows. That fact has only just now set in, and despite her indulging him to what feels like a disgusting degree, it's very unnerving. Going from believing he'd never be touched again, to suddenly this, it was a shock to the system. ...Still. Juuuuust in case! Maybe! They should give her an out? On the off chance she really doesn't like doing this?

...

A million and one things about this situation disprove even the notion, but he can't help himself.

"Y-You can stohohop, if you wahant?" A lame effort, but it's unlikely for anyone to call him out on that.

Mira's reaction is immediate. "No! No, I. Don't want to. Stop. Do you want me to?" Her nails pause, poised against their throat.

Siffrin shakes his head. "Well, no, I just-" A pause, his mouth stumbling as it realizes what his brain wants him to say. But he's already said it to Isa, so it comes out with a little more ease. "-know that this. Isn't. A common thing to like. So, you don't have to indulge me, if you don't want to."

She thinks, for just a moment. "Well, I guess I am 'indulging' you, but, uhm-" She trails off, looking nervous once again. Why did she say that with air quotes...?

The weight of the couch, again, shifts, as Isa sits up straighter. "Buuuut you're 'indulging' yourself, too, right?" Again, with the air quotes-! Well, actually, he brings up a good point. Isa was good at teasing, but when Mira does it, it seems... knowing? Intentional? More flustering, knowingly targeted at all of their verbal weak points. She teases like she already knows what will get to them the most, whereas Isa- despite being very correct in his assumptions -was still just guessing.

This is-! They'll. Think about it in a moment, Mira looks like she's stressing herself out. It's hard to tell, but Siffrin's known her long enough to recognize a spiral. He reaches his hands out, grabbing hers, and gently, comfortingly, squeezing. It helps, somewhat, especially when their thumbs start rubbing circles across her knuckles, and she breathes out a sigh. It's only when she relaxes more that they realize just how tense she'd been, her posture straightening (maybe they were wrong about being the same height? how could they forget that??), and her eyes taking a softer, rounder shape. Able to focus better, she raises her hand, and plants it atop their head. Mmmm, it's so scratchy... Siffrin finds his eye closing automatically, leaning into the touch.

Isa, ever the helpful and wise person he is, of course, has to comment. "Sif, you're like an emotional support dog!" His eye snaps open, head unmoving, as he stares a hole into Isa's forehead. The man slinks back, face taking on a darker shade, eyes unable to look anywhere near their own. "O-Oh," is all he has to say, to that. Siffrin finds their stone-cold death-glare façade crack, realizing the implications of every time that look was pulled on them, especially during the loops. They find themself unable to meet his 'why is that doing things to me' face, instead looking at Mira's much more calm, cool, and collected stare. Relatively speaking.

"So," Siffrin begins, "do you... have something to say?" Terrible performance, as it puts all the pressure on her, but it's the best he could come up with on such short notice.

She flounders about as hard as he expected. "A-Abooooouuut...?" Oh, a second chance! How thoughtful of her. If she... enjoys tickling, like Siffrin, then maybe he just needs to think about what would help him? Maybe? So he should just beeeee... blunt. Don't make her say it out loud, if she doesn't want to. He can do that.

"...About you seeing this, the same way I do?" The word still proves Too Much to say aloud, but their point gets across. His first instinct, when she recoils like he'd set her on fire, is to assume that was a horrible decision, and he completely ruined it, but he avoids... Assuming. Odile said it's usually never as bad as he thinks, so he should just... trust her judgement. He can do that, too.

"Siffrin!!" She whisper-yells, thankfully not seeming upset, more-so flustered. Maybe this is fine, then?

Siffrin tilts their head. "Am I wrong?"

"Well-!" She stops. Purses her lip. Looks to the side, first to the far wall, then the floor, then her lap, then them. "...No. You're not." Oh! Well, they'd already guessed, but hearing it confirmed is... They try to keep their giddiness from showing. "I-I know it's a little weird, but-" Nope, too familiar to themself, nip that right in the bud.

"Mira, you already know how I feel about it." He shrugs, feigning nonchalance. "I won't judge. Besides, it's-" The implications of what this means for their dynamic going forward are not lost on him, even if he's only letting it sink in now. Once again, his cloak comes in to bail him out, letting his head lower behind the collar. "It's good that both of us, uhm. Know this. Now."

She comes to a similar realization, but without a cloak to hide behind, she settles for maintaining a poker face. Poorly. The corners of her lips twitch, her eyes are a little wider than normal, her posture is stiff and full of energy, her hands wring nervously... Maybe it's not so poor, actually, but with how long Siffrin's known her, it would be hard to hide anything like this. With the two too nervous to continue the conversation, it's almost a blessing when Mira looks over their shoulder, and sees Isa, seemingly having forgotten he was there. She doesn't gasp, exactly, but the motions on her face imply one. "I-Isabeau-!"

He holds up a hand, and says, "hey, Mira, it's okay! I don't think it's weird, and I don't view you any differently." He says it with a practiced ease, as if he'd been thinking on it for a while. "Plus, I already talked about this with Sif. It's cute." His head nods, eyes closed, as if there's no room for argument. Said more like a statement of fact, than an opinion. Mira doesn't deny it, and Siffrin knows the consequences, if he does. His sides, once again, buzz with the sensation of phantom fingers, and nails, but nowisnotthetime.

"Well, Siffrin," she begins. "Do you... want to...?" Oh, maybe it is the time. She opens her arms, as if asking for a hug, and Siffrin honestly can't blame her for trailing off. 'Do you' and 'want to' are already more than he'd be able to say, in her shoes, so leaving it open works for them. They nod, a large smile adorning their face as they lean back in. ...With a little too much force, actually, as Mira falls onto her back with an 'oof', now using Siffrin as a blanket. Or a stuffed animal, rather, as her arms wrap around to their back. He squirms a little, trying to turn over, which Mira allows, nuzzling her face into his hair, once he's comfortable. This is, perhaps, the most comfortable Siffrin's been in... at least ten minutes.

Though Mira's quick to remind Siffrin of why, exactly, this hug began, as her lips trail from his head, to his neck, and soft giggles begin to stream out. It was pleasant, and soft, bringing with it an equally soft smile. This grin gets a little less soft, and more wide, and jagged, when Mira starts nibbling. Siffrin tries his best not to struggle, but can't quite stop his neck from scrunching up, furiously. Not that that deters her, of course, as she shifts from nibbling closer to their shoulder, to right in the crook of their neck. Siffrin isn't proud of what unholy noise this draws out, but all he'll say is that Mira clearly enjoyed it, as he can feel her smiling into his neck.

Isa, still watching with a fond expression, glances over at the kitchen. "Hey, I'm gonna go check on Bon. They've been at it, for a while." He grins, looking over at them. "You two gonna be okay, while I'm gone?" No reason for him to ask that, other than to be cheeky. Siffrin tries to muster up a glare, but when Mira gives an "mhm", while still nibbling, they lose their composure all over again. Why did that tickle so much more??? It makes no sense how their body works, sometimes! Much to their horror, Mira must have picked up on how that effected them, as she gives an experimental "mmmmmm", clearly making an attempt on their life!! His laughter grows a little louder, as Isa also laughs (to himself or at them, they have no idea), and walks away; presumably to do what he said he would.

So this is... his life now. Well, not this in the sense of exactly what's going on, but the fact that. Another big secret's out? One that changes the way his family interacts with him, in a positive way?? One that Mira also shares??? He doesn't want to get his hopes up, but it's nice that people know, and it's nice that they indulge him, and it's nice that they don't hate it, like he thought they would. And not only can he feel this whenever he wants, but also, whenever Mira wants?? Too??? She feels the same way about it????? Their brain still struggles to process that, but they feel so, so, so indescribably happy, it almost makes their heart ache.

As Miras' hands are added into the equation, and her humming grows more consistent, Siffrin finds themself actually, truly content. Like a massage, the tension's bled away, leaving only the joy. Only the love. The appreciation. The care.

This... This is nice. And that's all it needs to be. ~~~ Closing Notes:

it's so hard to remember that colors basically don't exist here, i SWEAR. "out of the blue" "WHAT'S THAT" i'm going to explode.

anyway. I hope you enjoyed! Several months in the making. Funnily, 90% of this chapter was written either immediately after Chapter 1 was released, or like. This month. The other 10% I did in-between. motivation has a cruel sense of humor.

the aroace Mira tag isn't important to the story, really, but i figured "while I'm here"

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