tags : gender neutral reader, (i tried) kissing, fluff, (suggestive implications on corvus' part?) use of pet names, potential ooc, grammatical errors, not proofread
sotd : white feather hawk tail deer hunter by lana del rey
a/n : still unemployed (lowk i think tumblr won't let me post my intro because of a nickname my friend gave me but there is literally nothing wrong with it?? so i had to redo it oops)
Marianne Ténébrun - "Sentinel."
Sentinel's rigid posture falters in the slightest as you find your place on her lap, facing toward her. Your unexpected approach leaves the gargoyle's sharp mind blank, as if the feeling of you sitting on her thighs made her head short-circuit. Her cold hands twitch at her sides before they come to a rest at your waist.
"Chéri..." She begins, but she's unable to utter another word when the distance between the both of you shortens. Sentinel squirms slightly when your lips meet, her palms sliding up until they halt at your shoulders. She reciprocates the kiss, craving her head to the side in the slightest.
A low sound leaves Sentinel's throat only to turn into a muffled grunt when your fingers tangle in her hair. She pulls back with a sharp intake of breath, only to press her lips on your neck.
Marsha Rosenhart - "Oath Unyielding."
Marsha doesn't register your approach at first until the slightest press of your back against her armor-clad shoulder snaps her out of her mind. Marsha has perplexity written all over her soft features, the woman slowly taking in the way you're seated on her lap to the undeniably close proximity between the two of you.
She emits a pleasant sigh, setting aside documents and shifting all her attention to you. Her warm eyes gaze upon your figure from the side, orbs filled with admiration. She can't help but grin in the slightest. Marsha loops her arms around your waist, keeping you where she needs you to be. Her forehead falls against the nape of your neck, muffling her drowsy groan.
"You're a bit of a distraction, you know." She teases sweetly, planting a feather-light kiss on your skin.
Moldir - "Idyll of the Luberon."
Moldir's rigidity cracks the moment your weight settles firmly against her thighs. The other woman makes a startled yet barely audible sound, her mind processing the closeness of your warmth against her own, stone-cold figure.
She presses her chest against your back whilst her arms snake around your waist. Her hold is almost crushingly tight, her face pressing into the crook of her neck to muffle her rather labored breathing.
She clutches your body and inhales your scent just to remember the feeling of you being with her at this very moment. She only loosens her grip when your hand settles for one of her wrists. It's not long until the toll of being on the field catches up to Moldir. She finds a comfortable place on your shoulder for her head to rest on, her eyes fluttering close.
Iglika - "Corvus."
Corvus perks her head up the moment you straddle her lap, tired eyes fixing on your face. Her pen clatters to the cold wooden floor, hands now hovering just above your hips. She releases a deep breath she's held for the past few seconds, her palms hesitantly coming to a rest atop your thighs.
"Love, you're interrupting my job." She rasps, her words stopping short as you hastily slot your lips with hers. Corvus emits a heavy groan, eyes fluttering close contentedly. Your tongue boldly flicks against her mouth, eliciting a startled gasp from the conductress. Corvus slides her palms up against your back with the intent of pulling you closer, your bodies now pressing flush together.
With enough stalling, Corvus loops her arms around your figure and lifts you up with the intention of advancing this moment elsewhere.
Ms. Campbell - "Tooth Fairy."
Tooth Fairy's vision blanks out when she's suddenly met with the view of your chest. She hums, dazed eyes trailing upward until she meets your gaze. She can practically feel your piercing look boring into her, leaving the doctor at a loss for words.
"What are you..." Tooth Fairy begins, only for the rest of her sentence to catch at the back of her throat. She plays along, a palm sliding across the expanse of your back to reel you closer and closer to her body. She uses her free hand to lower her brace, your lips mashing with hers once she does.
Tooth Fairy nearly loses her breath, a heavy groan emitting from the other woman. She parts away with a gasp, chest heaving. Despite it all, she drags you back in for another taste of your lips as her eyes blissfully flutter shut.
