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I'm on my Mist agenda tonight apparently, so perhaps this one, Mist x Cirrus? I'm imagining some sunken baths in the bowels of the Ministry, but the lake could work too if that's what you're feeling!

"mind if i take this off?"

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yay lesbians!!!!!

this is a lot more chill than i intended it to be so i hope that’s okay!

“Mind if I take this off?” Mist said, wrapping her hands around Cirrus’s waist from behind

“Have at it.” Cirrus responded, stretching her arms out to make it easier for Mist to remove her cover-up.

It was an abnormally warm February afternoon so a lake party had been arranged to celebrate what seemed to be the definitive end of touring for a while. Mist, knowing her way around the lake like the back of her own hand., found a spot that was more secluded but not completely isolated so she could spend some much needed alone time together.

Mist picked Cirrus up, leading her into the water. Cirrus stayed clinging to her as if she would disappear if she let go.

“I’m not gonna go away, baby. I’m right here.”

“I know. I just missed you a lot.”

“Well, now you have me.”

“Sorry for not seeing you sooner.”

“It’s okay, Cumulus was very clear that she was gonna see you first when you came back minutes after you left. I was prepared to not see you. for a couple days., Speaking of which, now that you’ve been back for more than 5 minutes, how are you feeling?”

“I’m still so tired. Something about this run just knocked the wind out of everyone.”

“I see what you did there.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Okay.” Mist connected her lips to Cirrus’s softly, Cirrus being the one to elevate it. They were both breathless afterwards, looking into each other’s eyes. “I hadn’t kissed you yet, I had to rectify that.”

“I’m glad you did, I was getting impatient.”

“Anything for you, my love. But as you were saying.”

“Yeah, this run just felt rougher. It’s not just me either, everybody was going through it. I’m glad this was set up, it’s nice to be able to have some fun after getting settled. It’s the worst when you have to just get back to normal when you haven’t had time to breathe.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, my darling.”

“Of course I am, I’m spending time with you. Though I wish I could spend time with you in another way.”

“Oh? Let’s do it then.” Mist began to quickly lower the two of them into the water but was interrupted by frantic splashing and tapping against her shoulder,

“I think you’re forgetting something!” Cirrus exclaimed, spitting water from her mouth.

“Oh shit, you can’t breathe underwater!” Mist responded apologetically. “I’m sorry, my love. It completely slipped my mind.”

“It’s alright. Bit of an adrenaline boost.”

“Do you still want to spend that time together or did I ruin that?”

“I absolutely do.”

“Well, there’s that tree over there.”

“Sounds good to me.”

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