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The shower curtain slowly shifted open, and she stood, admiring the view. “Want some company?” - Horst pls put her in time out
Half-covered in soapy lather, Horst grinned in delight at this particular intrusion.
“I don’t know... do you think there’s room enough?”
(But this was a mock complaint, as he was already pulling Molly to him)
@eilidhink
The urge to bite had been overwhelmingly strong, but Laurelai kept her promise. She withdrew from Eilidh to the far side of the bed-- lips tightly sealed for fear of frightening her new paramour with a flash of fangs.
[how fast her heart beat]
Lying on her side, she rested her head upon one folded arm and watched Eilidh as she calmed. In the darkness, her eyes seemed to catch the light, glittering like gems.
[she needed to calm down, before she got carried away.]
“I think that is enough, for now,” She whispered, watching Eilidh curiously. “Was it enough for you? I want to make you happy.”
@eilidhink [x]
Laurelai watches how Eilidh blushes-- that charming flush of pink blooming over her cheeks and chest like rose petals. She remains very still as Eilidh seems to make her decision, only tilting her head with a curious lowering of lashes.
Moving slowly, Laurelai steps forward to join her-- ---mere inches between them.
[the scent of Eilidh’s soap and the racing-flutter of her heart]
The press of her palms comes first; foreheads meeting as she twines her cool fingers with Eilidh’s warmer digits. A soft sigh breathed out through her nose-- a crinkling of her eyes with a smile.
“If you want me to stop....”
And then she tilts her chin up until lips brush just together-- ---a butterfly precursor to the deeper kiss that was to follow.
johannes/darcy!!
who’s the cuddler: Darcy, by a long shot. Johannes tolerates her leaning on him, but most of their cuddling happens in bed/post s.ex. OCCASIONALLY, Johannes lays his head in her lap, but usually only after a Bad Dream is had.
who makes the bed: Johannes. He’s one of those who is so used to picking up after himself immediately that he doesn’t even thing about it. (Darcy teases him for folding his dirty clothes i mean c’mon)
who wakes up first: Depends on when they went to sleep. Darcy, usually, but only on work days and only because Johannes has been mostly nocturnal for the last decade.
who has the weird taste in music: Darcy. But tbf she’s the only one who actually *listens* to music regularly. Johannes *sometimes* listens to heavy metal, but only when the alternative is listening to whatever gruesome necropsy he’s performing.
who is more protective: Both. Darcy lives on edge over the possibility of Johannes being caught/killed and therefore does everything she can to hide him, and Johannes is completely willing to split a man’s skull for insulting her. I can only imagine what atrocities he’d commit if anyone actually hurt her.
who sings in the shower: Darcy? Johannes only sings when he’s v drunk.
who cries during movies: Good luck getting Johannes to sit through a film if it’s not a science documentary.
who spends the most while out shopping: Johannes, but only because he doesn’t actively think about the money: to him, the quality of his purchase is important, not the cost.
who kisses more roughly: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
who is more dominant: they’re power switches.
Lu is in a mood today.
It was fun to rule Lucy up; to revel in the blush that crept along her cheeks. This time, however, Lucy had taken /her/ off-guard. With the diminutive woman pressing close, surprise plain on Molly’s face, she was left scrambling for her next move. Her eyes dropped to Lucy’s lips, and she smiled slowly. “Not nearly as much fun when you know it’s coming.” She murmured, but leaned down to brush her own lips over Lucy’s. “I am a thief, after all.”
--[☠️]--
“Then what does that make me?”
Lucy’s smile grew mischievous; her accent thick with drink as she murmured against Molly’s lips. Threading her fingers through the dark curls at the nape of Molly’s neck, she rose on tiptoe to kiss her.
[slowly this time; tasting her breath and the rum on her lips]
Lowering herself again, Lucy brushed the tips of their noses together, smiling.
“A prize, or an accomplice?”
*hops into Horst’s lap and kissES A FANGY BOY*
“Mn, oh, Hullo,”
Horst smiled as Molly all but jumped on him, his hands seeking her hips with a needy grip.
“Mn, oh, you’re in a mood..?”
