on the subject of writing ideas, i think sif/loop would benefit from having isabeau put his whole body weight on them.
something something deep pressure therapy
ON IT BOSS! 500+ words of that under the cut fresh off the press for ya
Loop had never been more grateful for the changes to their body than they were right this second.
Namely the fact that they didn’t need to breathe.
Stars didn’t breathe! There was no air in space, after all~! And there was also no air where they were currently!
Isabeau’s hand was cradling the back of their head, his other hand pressed flat against the curve of their spine. It was divine. Heavenly. Even that bit of contact alone was a lot.
But the real star was that Isabeau had so kindly been willing to just.
Well.
It felt like a silly request at the time, but there was no longer room in Loop’s head to consider anything like embarrassment or shame! They’d been feeling unreal, untethered from this world, shaky.
They’d asked for a hug, and the Fighter had provided. But they kept repeating one word. Over and over.
Tighter. Tighter. Tighter.
They wanted to be crushed. Squeezed. They wanted to feel real, feel tethered to this world once more!!!
And the Fighter had provided.
It went from a hug, to them being picked up off the ground, to the Fighter pausing and going, “Oh, hang on—“
He had carried them over to the couch, laid them down… there was a brief moment of panic where they’d thought oh stars is he about to KISS ME? as he straddled their lap, but no. He was positioned too high up for that.
Instead, he lowered himself down, resting his head on the arm of the couch and crushing Loop under his weight, their face buried in his chest, his arms wrapping around them like a lifeline.
They didn’t need to breathe, but he smelled remarkably good. Like sweat, like powder-deodorant, like skin and clean laundry. It made their head go all fuzzy, made them want to climb inside him and live there.
It made them nuzzle into him (EMBARRASSING!!) and wrap their arms around his waist, too blissed out to even care about how it must look.
He was saying something. Ugh. So talkative, but never anything to say. But it made his chest rumble so, so nicely… and his breathing felt nice too. When he inhaled, it would press them harder and harder against the couch cushions. Almost hard enough to satisfy the itch deep in their body, but never quite there.
Nobody had ever gotten this close before, though, they’d give him that!~
Oh, that was another voice. A non-fighter voice. Who was that…?
“…—look comfy.”
“I think they are?” Isabeau’s muffled voice surrounded them like rain on a rooftop— how novel. “They’d probably shove me off if they didn’t want me here still.”
“I bet they’re gonna fall asleep,” came the other voice— maybe the housemaiden?
“Heh, just like my arm! …’M gonna have to move that eventually.”
Loop gripped his shirt tighter, tugging him down harder on top of them.
“Ah—! Or not!”
“—ushing?” Loop couldn’t catch the first part of what they said over the now louder sound of the Fighter’s heartbeat.
“Haha! Uh! Don’t worry about it,” he laughed in response. His voice was higher than usual. Not Loop’s problem.
