@wxrldlyreflectixns said:[ sleep ] your muse touching / beginning to have sex with mine while they’re asleep. + Weiss doing the touching on Mona
This was WRONG... ...THIS WAS SO WRONG...
Everything started INNOCENTLY ENOUGH with a few glasses of wine and Weiss keeping her friend company as she speedran writing a last minute column that had been due YESTERDAY. And, of course, eternally sparked, column exhausted, drunk minded Mona had just so happened to have PASSED OUT shortly after finishing it. If things had ended THERE, maybe NOTHING would've followed. But they didn't. Instead, Mona shifted, bunching hands in Weiss's nightshirt and pulling her CLOSE; Burying her drunken sleepy head into WHAT LITTLE CHEST Weiss even had. Then Weiss got a reminded that Mona DIDN'T OWN UNDERGARMENTS as her nether brushed against the huntress's thigh. And, oh... Breathless and drunk and not even entirely there herself, the heiress had to be introduced to a DISTURBINGLY EXHILARATING FACT: ...Mona was wet, nuzzling her breasts, wearing just a shirt, and IN HER BED. The first touch, done absent breath and an entirely choked out throat, had not INTENDED to be anything bad. She'd just tried to PRISE her friend away from her. She hadn't PLANNED for her hand to land on Mona's hip... And... And MONA MOANED. And a horrible SHAME wrenched its way through Weiss's bones.
What she was doing was DEPLORABLE, SICKENING, DISGUSTING... So why did dip her hand lower? Testing Mona's instictual reactions as she slipped down to graze those MILKY SMOOTH THIGHS. "M-Mona?" Name fell shaky with ANXIETY & LUST. "You, uh, umm..." Hand groped FULLY at her inner thigh. Weiss hadn't even TRIED to do so. It had just HAPPENED. God, she was going to VOMIT. The Tsaritsa would SEVER HER HEAD, FLAY HER SKIN, AND BURN HER ALIVE FOR GOOD MEASURE -- & WEISS DESERVED IT!! ...So why couldn't she just STOP? She could blame it on the alcohol. Or Mona's whimpers of pleasure. Or the sexual tension between the two. But the truth was... Weiss just a DESPICABLE HUMAN BEING. Hand quivered in fearful anxiety, maybe even nature fighting against Weiss's WILL to not do this... But spindly digits curled all the same, brushing against her best friend's sex. She did NOT deserve to call her that EVER AGAIN. She--... She liked it though... Right? NO. She was DRUNK. And UNCONSCIOUS. This was a CRIME. So why had fingers began to rub at those DRENCHED FOLDS? Why had her palm pressed itself experimentally against Mona's clit? Why did Weiss practise all those touches that drove HER WILD on HER BEST FRIEND? God, her friend smelled good...