Affection
Jasper: Hugs. Hugs so tight that you gradually feel warmer by the force of friction. Being enveloped in her big, muscular form. Drowning in her hair. Letting her squeeze me and bend my stick-like body in her crevices. Nuzzling each other. Leaning on her chest. Her chin on my hair. Nose to the gem. Visor off so we can see into each other’s eyes, yellow and green.
Garnet: Holding hands. Fingers stroking her gems, both from limb enhancers or my own hard-light form, tracing the facets, the edges, and all around. Tracing her fingers. Intertwining hers with mine, magenta against chartreuse. Fingers curling around her wrist. Tracing Ruby and Sapphire’s wedding rings. Her cupping the ends of my arm enhancers and resting her face on them.
The Fedoration: Kisses. A lot of kisses. We greet with a peck on the lips. Maybe he likes kissing because of his upbringing, but all I know is his lips are warm and wet and made of flesh and that’s nice. Blood in his veins makes him vibrant, pulsing with energy. Sometimes we just press our cheeks together. Or lips to cheek. His favorite is still my lips. But he kisses my nose sometimes. I’d kiss his. I love kissing his scars, and his closed eyes, and his wrists. He loves kissing my gems, my hands, my neck, my chest.
