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[it's true that Vanille will always hide some facets of herself beneath her cheery veneer no matter what, but there's no way she'd lie about or back down from wanting to officially share her life with the woman she loves more than anything. and she thought she did a bulk of the worrying in their household.]
We can always pretend—or maybe it'll make a good story! [leaning back just a little, she gestures with a flourish, as if speaking to an invisible audience. she affects a deeper voice, obviously imitating Fang—and rather badly, at that.] "The day my wife conned me into proposing to her when I'd planned it for Christmas... the look on her face when I pulled out the bracelet was priceless!"
[silly shenanigans and dissolving giggles aside, the very idea of getting to call Fang her wife someday soon sends shivers up her spine. there are already ideas upon ideas flowing through her brain—which she's sure Fang will let her take the bulk of the responsibilities of, knowing how both she and her fiancée respectively deal with things like that—but even she can slow down her excitement to appreciate the one who made that all possible.
there's about a split second between her wiping the tears from her eyes and her placing her hands on Fang's face to bring the other in for a deep kiss. it's one she feels her fiancée deserves for putting this together, for putting up with her antics, for putting a goddamn ring—or bracelet, as it were—on her.]
[Fang makes an amused huff at Vanille's imitation. The "my wife" bit likewise sends a little shock of excitement dancing up her spine, and Fang sits up straighter ever-so-slightly.]
"Conned?" Don't give yourself too much credit. [Teasing aside, the sparkling joy in her partner's face fills her chest with a warm feeling. She seems to have been waiting for Vanille to pull her in, and leans in easily with the motion—and intends to take the time to enjoy it. She'll tug Vanille closer before her free hand starts lightly running up and down along the curve of her back.]
[Vanille merely grins at Fang's quip, prompting a quick trailing of her tongue against the other's lips. she shivers a little as she feels Fang's hand on her back, breaking the kiss to lay her head on Fang's shoulder. she lightly takes her partner's earlobe between her teeth before letting go and whispering,]
Shall we move to the bedroom, wife-to-be?
[because, let's face it, the middle of the living room isn't exactly the ideal place to be romantic.]
[It really wasn't, especially with the curtains not drawn.]
[And, you know, damp confetti littering the floor.]
[Fang's eyes drift closed and she breathes a quiet sigh at the feel of Vanille's teeth on her ear. It takes her a moment to respond, smirking down at her partner through the corner of her eye.]
I was thinking the shower. [She reaches up to pick one of those forgotten, ire-inspiring little paper squares from Vanille's hair to make her point, then dips her head down to the red-head's shoulder.] Wouldn't want to get those in the sheets, yeah? [Fang mutters before grazing her teeth across her partner's skin.]
[Vanille blinks blankly at reminder of the prank that had slipped her mind, then erupts into a fit of giggles. good lord, way to temporarily take her out of the moment, Fang.]
You know, I was willing to forget about that. [still shivering—though at this point it's unclear whether it's due to the laughter or the passion—she places a simultaneously fond and admonishing hand atop Fang's head as the other's teeth make contact with her skin.] Doesn't mean an engagement bracelet is going to mean I'm forgiving you for it!
[Oh, she didn't mind. Fang's sure they'll be back in the moment soon enough, and have more than enough of those to spare. But this? There's only going to be—she hoped—one proposal.]
[She grins against Vanille's shoulder, not daring to dislodge that hand yet. Still, she does lift her head a little in excitement, glad the conversation looped around to her next point.]
An engagement bracelet that maybe you'd like to wear? [It was still sitting in a box in her hand, after all.]
[Vanille blinks a couple of times, realizing that the bracelet is indeed still sitting untouched. she considers her answer, for as much as she would love for it to adorn her wrist... there's something they should be taking care of first.]
Maybe after the shower. Like you said, don't want it getting caught on anything.
[she winks devilishly as she quickly whips around and takes Fang's free hand in her own, starting to pull her in the direction of the bathroom.]
[Fang's on her feet just as quickly as Vanille, grinning as she's tugged along. She snaps the case shut along the way.]
Don't have to tell me twice.
[She follows her wife-to-be up the stairs, depositing the jewelry case on the dresser as they pass by. Fang doesn't quite wait until they reach the bathroom; taking a few swift steps forward, she catches an arm around Vanille's waist, spinning the younger woman around to face her, before pressing her fiancée against the bathroom doorframe. Fang smiles down at her for a moment—a short, still-elated moment—then kisses Vanille, eagerly, nipping at her bottom lip.]
[Fang wastes no time, Vanille sees, and isn't that just how she likes it? Vanille wraps her arms around her fiancée's neck, slipping her tongue into Fang's mouth as the other's teeth close around her lip. leaning back against the frame for support, she wraps one of her legs around Fang, drawing her love in ever closer. her slender fingers run down Fang's sides before swiftly lifting up the other's top, lightly caressing the skin underneath.
such spontaneous moments of love aren't new in their household at all, but there's something about the new status of their relationship that slightly changes the way they go about it. there was never a doubt that they would be a lasting couple—not with their friends asking almost every other week when the wedding would be after Vanille caught the bouquet at Serah and Snow's—but making it official like this... well, let's just say Vanille is already more than a little turned on by the very idea of their first time making love as an engaged couple.
[And Vanille certainly wastes no time getting into it. Fang tilts her head to deepen their kiss and respond in kind. She shifts at the caress towards her partner's delicate touches invitingly; all the while, her hand trails slowly down from Vanille's waist, across the hip and thigh of her hooked leg until it settles under her knee, both to support her lover's balance and hold her closer, then slides one of her legs between Vanille's.]
[There was no denying the certain charge to this particular act that usually wasn't there. Not to say they weren't passionate, but their long-lived familiarity tended to lend itself to more tender things, more casual, unless one of them went particularly heavy on the romantic elements. Their engagement changed their dynamic, even if just a little, and marked a new stage for both of them. It felt new, in a way, something a long-built relationship like theirs didn't see often.]
Edited (I really should have finished my coffee before attempting rp) 2016-06-28 17:48 (UTC)
[Vanille has always been a very physical, very emotional person, and now is no different. she makes it no secret that she's welcoming of Fang's touch, alternating between lightly sighing and quietly moaning. it's a wonder they've—or just Vanille, really—never been reported for noise complaints before.
teasing the skin between Fang's breasts with her fingernails, she slightly lifts onto her tiptoes to be able to reach Fang's ear; she nibbles at her fiancée's earlobe a couple of times before whispering,]
[Well, Fang certainly wasn't going to urge her to be quiet. Sometimes, Vanille's voice was almost as good as her touches. Fang couldn't explain why; she'd never been into that sort of thing before, but when it was Vanille's voice... when her fiancée softly moans beside her ear between nibbles, Fang shivers and her eyes flutter closed.]
[She stays like that for a moment after, too, making a quiet, disgruntled noise. It was a little infuriating, sometimes, that Vanille knew exactly which buttons to push. Fang almost wanted to say screw the shower, lift her arms up and let that hand creeping up her chest strip off her shirt. Who cared if it was her idea in the first place. But Vanille said shower, so...]
[Her knees dip a little as Fang bends down to grab at Vanille's supporting leg, hiking her up so her fiancée's legs sit around her waist, carrying her the few remaining yards to their destination, kissing at Vanille's throat along the way.]
[Sure, they could have simply hurried over there individually, shed their clothes and resumed, but Fang couldn't stand to let go of her partner for that long right now.]
[Vanille lets out a surprised yelp as she's lifted off the ground, but wastes no time in adjusting to her new position; it's probably not a new one for them, anyway. her legs find their place around Fang's body as effortlessly as her fianceé carries her, as she lifts her arms and begins removing her own top from up on her perch.
she's interrupted, though, when Fang begins pressing her lips along the nape of her neck, causing her to melt into putty. Fang's always been particularly skilled at figuring out Vanille's sensitive (and sensual) spots, and Vanille wouldn't have it any other way. she tightens her grasp on Fang's shoulders and buries her face alongside the other woman's neck, leaving her own light bite marks there.]
[She grins into Vanille's neck, pleased with the response. She nips back once, before murmuring in her lover's ear:] Hey, now; no slacking.
[Fang's half-teasing; she's always happy to make Vanille melt like that. She seats her lover on the edge of the sink, staying close and sliding her hands back along thighs and hips to the small of Vanille's back. Her fingertips ghost upward along the curve of her partner's spine til she meets Vanille's shirt, looking to tug that offending garment off with a little cooperation.]
[And a laugh comes on a breath. That one, happily buzzing thought's still on her mind; how couldn't it be?] You're going to be my wife, [She mutters to herself more than anything. Fang's voice is tinged with wonder, like she's still coming to terms with it not being a dream anyone.]
[when Fang's hand snakes its way up Vanille's back, she allows herself enough control to follow her partner's lead. hard as it is in the midst of this moment, she lets go of Fang and lifts her arms up, allowing her top to be removed; she carelessly tosses it to the floor while she very quickly undoes her bra. while she would usually let Fang tease her—because isn't that what their relationship has always been built on—she wastes no time now in letting her lingerie join her discarded shirt, baring herself in front of her wife-to-be with the most loving smile.]
And you'll be mine.
[the same amount of adoration is present in Vanille's voice, as she digs her fingers back into Fang's skin to emphasize the last word, pressing her breasts against Fang's own chest. she's never been the jealous type—because she's always known Fang has only really ever had eyes for her—but there's still something about the knowledge that their bond will be officially realized that's so exciting, so new to her. that sense of belonging—her to Fang, and Fang to her—means the world to her now, as she playfully tugs at Fang's top in return. she's not just going to rip it off, but she sure is making it seem that way with how earnest she's being.]
[Teasing of various sorts were normally part of their ritual, this particular night was (understandably) much more direct than usual. She doesn't have much time to appreciate Vanille's bared form before Fang's drawn closer, but she doesn't resist. She returns that smile, tilting her head forward to let their foreheads and noses gently bump together.]
And I'll be yours—[She repeats, voice dropping back to a murmur,]—forever. [And she meant it. Fang complies and lifts her arms in turn, letting Vanille strip her of her shirt. She presses a quick kiss to her partner's lips as she casts aside her own bra, and her hands return to Vanille's ribs, ghosting over the sides of her breasts.]
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[Fang's top is quickly thrown to the floor with Vanille's clothes, and Vanille takes advantage of getting to touch her fianceé's skin directly, without any pesky fabric to dull the sensations. after running her fingers along Fang's bare shoulders, she quickly slides her hands down her lover's arms then grips the other girl's wrists. her head then dips down to plant passionate kisses along Fang's collarbone.
god, she's going to be spending the rest of her life with this wonderful woman, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
in between licks, she eases up just enough to breathily ask,]
Does everybody else know, or was this all your doing on your own?
[Fang's hands go still when her partner grabs her wrists, other than gently curling her fingernails over the soft skin. She'll wait a moment to see whether Vanille wanted to direct her or not.]
[She tilts her head back with a pleased hum, letting her eyes drift closed.] 'Course it was all me. [Fang's grinning, and it's apparent in her tone.] You really think I'd take that chance of someone tippin' you off?
[Granted, that meant it was that much more work, and now Fang never wanted to wrap another gift for the next decade despite her newfound expertise for it, but Vanille's worth it; her soon-to-be wife was worth it.]
And now, the next time they ask when, you can tell 'em.
[Vanille'd become so distracted by paying attention to pleasing her lover that she'd forgotten about herself until she feels those fingernails lightly digging into her skin. with a giggle, she guides Fang's otherwise unoccupied hands toward her midriff, then lets go. Fang has free rein from there. she dips her head once again to suck hard at the skin along Fang's shoulder before letting go with a pop! and a grin. the knowledge of having just gotten engaged won't stop her from being a little silly, it seems.]
[Fang shifts in something that wasn't quite a shiver at the attention to her shoulder, and plants a peck on Vanille's temple to reward her antics.]
Well, how much time do you need? [Don't get her wrong, Fang wanted to have input on this whole wedding process, but she admittedly expected her partner to go running off in her own little world of ideas. That was fair, she supposed; Fang got to have her fun with the proposal.]
[While she speaks, one hand drifts up to one of Vanille's pigtails, gently tugging out the hairband. Her left moves along her lover's midriff, ghosting a trail to her side and around the back; she knew the lightest touches could be the most maddening. Once at the back, Fang scoots Vanille a little closer, pressing them together, and lets her fingertips wander teasingly just passed the hem of Vanille's remaining clothing.]
[Vanille's back arches slightly at Fang's teasing, as she lets out a sound that's a cross between a hiss and a sigh. she takes a moment to undo the other pigtail that Fang's left hanging, letting the entirety of her hair cascade down her back. it's a wonder she can even think straight with the way things are going, but she has enough sense left in her even after her fiancée's machinations to reply,]
Depends—how embarrassed d'you want to be at the ceremony?
[with a particularly mischievous grin, she leans in and entices Fang with another kiss before the other even has the chance to respond.]
[Damn, how that grin sends a shiver down her spine. Fang easily yields to the advance and moans quietly into the kiss, the question forgotten for the moment. The hairband falls to the sinktop as she buries her hand in her lover's hair, deepening their kiss before running her hand leisurely through Vanille's gentle curls. She's always enjoyed the feel of that motion, one Fang's own tangled mess of a mane never really permitted.]
[Once free, her fingertips lightly draw an idle pattern over Vanille's shoulder before the older woman reaches through the shower curtain, arm just long enough to grasp the hot water knob and give it a twist. Fang doubted that there was much that could completely kill the mood at this point, but better to give it a chance to warm than take gamble with winter-chilled water.]
[oh, hey, they're actually getting in the shower! color Vanille surprised, she was getting ready to just say screw the shower and head for the bedroom.
as Fang traces the motion over her shoulder, Vanille lifts herself from her seat on the faucet and back onto the floor, being careful to not break the contact between them. only momentarily does she withdraw her tongue from Fang's mouth to giggle,]
I'll take your silence as "I give you full permission to do whatever you want, love."
[and then the kiss resumes, with Vanille sticking her hand in to test the water—still a little chilly. with her hand now wet, she runs her hand from Fang's neck down to her fiancée's chest, contrasting Fang's warm skin with her water-cooled own.]
[Fang huffs an amused noise before Vanille so impatiently cuts off her response, shuddering involuntarily at the cold touch, goosebumps spreading across her skin. She indulges her fiancée with the kiss a moment longer before pulling away with another nip, breathing a little bit faster. There's a smile on Fang's face, somewhere between arrogant and devious.]
Sure. Knock yourself out. Just keep in mind, it's gonna be twice as worse for you, no matter how embarrassed I am. [Fang had no shame. How could her bubbly fiancée, who used to get so utterly flustered by the smallest teasing in public, outdo her in this regard?]
[Fang leans in again as her hands drift across Vanille's skin, thumbs brushing her nipples on their way down. The taller woman breaks their kiss again, as her fingers hook in the younger's waistband, to firmly utter one word.]
[honestly speaking, whatever machinations her fiancée had in mind would be welcomed with open arms. embarrassment is only temporary, after all. her lips then turn up devilishly when she feels Fang's hands travel downward.]
Surprised you didn't do it yourself!
[comes Vanille's singsong-y taunt, as she throws her head back in response to Fang's touch and command. she lifts a hand to join with Fang's, leading both to tug down her panties; with a spirited little hop, she removes them and tosses them to the side, then wastes no time requesting the same of Fang. she pulls at the side of Fang's underwear, then lets go quickly to have the elastic snap against her partner's hips.]
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We can always pretend—or maybe it'll make a good story! [leaning back just a little, she gestures with a flourish, as if speaking to an invisible audience. she affects a deeper voice, obviously imitating Fang—and rather badly, at that.] "The day my wife conned me into proposing to her when I'd planned it for Christmas... the look on her face when I pulled out the bracelet was priceless!"
[silly shenanigans and dissolving giggles aside, the very idea of getting to call Fang her wife someday soon sends shivers up her spine. there are already ideas upon ideas flowing through her brain—which she's sure Fang will let her take the bulk of the responsibilities of, knowing how both she and her fiancée respectively deal with things like that—but even she can slow down her excitement to appreciate the one who made that all possible.
there's about a split second between her wiping the tears from her eyes and her placing her hands on Fang's face to bring the other in for a deep kiss. it's one she feels her fiancée deserves for putting this together, for putting up with her antics, for putting a goddamn ring—or bracelet, as it were—on her.]
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"Conned?" Don't give yourself too much credit. [Teasing aside, the sparkling joy in her partner's face fills her chest with a warm feeling. She seems to have been waiting for Vanille to pull her in, and leans in easily with the motion—and intends to take the time to enjoy it. She'll tug Vanille closer before her free hand starts lightly running up and down along the curve of her back.]
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Shall we move to the bedroom, wife-to-be?
[because, let's face it, the middle of the living room isn't exactly the ideal place to be romantic.]
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[And, you know, damp confetti littering the floor.]
[Fang's eyes drift closed and she breathes a quiet sigh at the feel of Vanille's teeth on her ear. It takes her a moment to respond, smirking down at her partner through the corner of her eye.]
I was thinking the shower. [She reaches up to pick one of those forgotten, ire-inspiring little paper squares from Vanille's hair to make her point, then dips her head down to the red-head's shoulder.] Wouldn't want to get those in the sheets, yeah? [Fang mutters before grazing her teeth across her partner's skin.]
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You know, I was willing to forget about that. [still shivering—though at this point it's unclear whether it's due to the laughter or the passion—she places a simultaneously fond and admonishing hand atop Fang's head as the other's teeth make contact with her skin.] Doesn't mean an engagement bracelet is going to mean I'm forgiving you for it!
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[She grins against Vanille's shoulder, not daring to dislodge that hand yet. Still, she does lift her head a little in excitement, glad the conversation looped around to her next point.]
An engagement bracelet that maybe you'd like to wear? [It was still sitting in a box in her hand, after all.]
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Maybe after the shower. Like you said, don't want it getting caught on anything.
[she winks devilishly as she quickly whips around and takes Fang's free hand in her own, starting to pull her in the direction of the bathroom.]
Come on, then, time's a-wasting!
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Don't have to tell me twice.
[She follows her wife-to-be up the stairs, depositing the jewelry case on the dresser as they pass by. Fang doesn't quite wait until they reach the bathroom; taking a few swift steps forward, she catches an arm around Vanille's waist, spinning the younger woman around to face her, before pressing her fiancée against the bathroom doorframe. Fang smiles down at her for a moment—a short, still-elated moment—then kisses Vanille, eagerly, nipping at her bottom lip.]
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such spontaneous moments of love aren't new in their household at all, but there's something about the new status of their relationship that slightly changes the way they go about it. there was never a doubt that they would be a lasting couple—not with their friends asking almost every other week when the wedding would be after Vanille caught the bouquet at Serah and Snow's—but making it official like this... well, let's just say Vanille is already more than a little turned on by the very idea of their first time making love as an engaged couple.
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[There was no denying the certain charge to this particular act that usually wasn't there. Not to say they weren't passionate, but their long-lived familiarity tended to lend itself to more tender things, more casual, unless one of them went particularly heavy on the romantic elements. Their engagement changed their dynamic, even if just a little, and marked a new stage for both of them. It felt new, in a way, something a long-built relationship like theirs didn't see often.]
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teasing the skin between Fang's breasts with her fingernails, she slightly lifts onto her tiptoes to be able to reach Fang's ear; she nibbles at her fiancée's earlobe a couple of times before whispering,]
About that shower...
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[She stays like that for a moment after, too, making a quiet, disgruntled noise. It was a little infuriating, sometimes, that Vanille knew exactly which buttons to push. Fang almost wanted to say screw the shower, lift her arms up and let that hand creeping up her chest strip off her shirt. Who cared if it was her idea in the first place. But Vanille said shower, so...]
[Her knees dip a little as Fang bends down to grab at Vanille's supporting leg, hiking her up so her fiancée's legs sit around her waist, carrying her the few remaining yards to their destination, kissing at Vanille's throat along the way.]
[Sure, they could have simply hurried over there individually, shed their clothes and resumed, but Fang couldn't stand to let go of her partner for that long right now.]
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she's interrupted, though, when Fang begins pressing her lips along the nape of her neck, causing her to melt into putty. Fang's always been particularly skilled at figuring out Vanille's sensitive (and sensual) spots, and Vanille wouldn't have it any other way. she tightens her grasp on Fang's shoulders and buries her face alongside the other woman's neck, leaving her own light bite marks there.]
God, Fang...
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[Fang's half-teasing; she's always happy to make Vanille melt like that. She seats her lover on the edge of the sink, staying close and sliding her hands back along thighs and hips to the small of Vanille's back. Her fingertips ghost upward along the curve of her partner's spine til she meets Vanille's shirt, looking to tug that offending garment off with a little cooperation.]
[And a laugh comes on a breath. That one, happily buzzing thought's still on her mind; how couldn't it be?] You're going to be my wife, [She mutters to herself more than anything. Fang's voice is tinged with wonder, like she's still coming to terms with it not being a dream anyone.]
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And you'll be mine.
[the same amount of adoration is present in Vanille's voice, as she digs her fingers back into Fang's skin to emphasize the last word, pressing her breasts against Fang's own chest. she's never been the jealous type—because she's always known Fang has only really ever had eyes for her—but there's still something about the knowledge that their bond will be officially realized that's so exciting, so new to her. that sense of belonging—her to Fang, and Fang to her—means the world to her now, as she playfully tugs at Fang's top in return. she's not just going to rip it off, but she sure is making it seem that way with how earnest she's being.]
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And I'll be yours—[She repeats, voice dropping back to a murmur,]—forever. [And she meant it. Fang complies and lifts her arms in turn, letting Vanille strip her of her shirt. She presses a quick kiss to her partner's lips as she casts aside her own bra, and her hands return to Vanille's ribs, ghosting over the sides of her breasts.]
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god, she's going to be spending the rest of her life with this wonderful woman, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
in between licks, she eases up just enough to breathily ask,]
Does everybody else know, or was this all your doing on your own?
good life decisions all around
[She tilts her head back with a pleased hum, letting her eyes drift closed.] 'Course it was all me. [Fang's grinning, and it's apparent in her tone.] You really think I'd take that chance of someone tippin' you off?
[Granted, that meant it was that much more work, and now Fang never wanted to wrap another gift for the next decade despite her newfound expertise for it, but Vanille's worth it; her soon-to-be wife was worth it.]
And now, the next time they ask when, you can tell 'em.
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We'd need to set a date first, won't we?
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Well, how much time do you need? [Don't get her wrong, Fang wanted to have input on this whole wedding process, but she admittedly expected her partner to go running off in her own little world of ideas. That was fair, she supposed; Fang got to have her fun with the proposal.]
[While she speaks, one hand drifts up to one of Vanille's pigtails, gently tugging out the hairband. Her left moves along her lover's midriff, ghosting a trail to her side and around the back; she knew the lightest touches could be the most maddening. Once at the back, Fang scoots Vanille a little closer, pressing them together, and lets her fingertips wander teasingly just passed the hem of Vanille's remaining clothing.]
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Depends—how embarrassed d'you want to be at the ceremony?
[with a particularly mischievous grin, she leans in and entices Fang with another kiss before the other even has the chance to respond.]
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[Once free, her fingertips lightly draw an idle pattern over Vanille's shoulder before the older woman reaches through the shower curtain, arm just long enough to grasp the hot water knob and give it a twist. Fang doubted that there was much that could completely kill the mood at this point, but better to give it a chance to warm than take gamble with winter-chilled water.]
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as Fang traces the motion over her shoulder, Vanille lifts herself from her seat on the faucet and back onto the floor, being careful to not break the contact between them. only momentarily does she withdraw her tongue from Fang's mouth to giggle,]
I'll take your silence as "I give you full permission to do whatever you want, love."
[and then the kiss resumes, with Vanille sticking her hand in to test the water—still a little chilly. with her hand now wet, she runs her hand from Fang's neck down to her fiancée's chest, contrasting Fang's warm skin with her water-cooled own.]
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Sure. Knock yourself out. Just keep in mind, it's gonna be twice as worse for you, no matter how embarrassed I am. [Fang had no shame. How could her bubbly fiancée, who used to get so utterly flustered by the smallest teasing in public, outdo her in this regard?]
[Fang leans in again as her hands drift across Vanille's skin, thumbs brushing her nipples on their way down. The taller woman breaks their kiss again, as her fingers hook in the younger's waistband, to firmly utter one word.]
Off.
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Surprised you didn't do it yourself!
[comes Vanille's singsong-y taunt, as she throws her head back in response to Fang's touch and command. she lifts a hand to join with Fang's, leading both to tug down her panties; with a spirited little hop, she removes them and tosses them to the side, then wastes no time requesting the same of Fang. she pulls at the side of Fang's underwear, then lets go quickly to have the elastic snap against her partner's hips.]
Hurry up, then—the water's perfect.
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forgive me I have absolutely no idea how to write this
you're doing fine <3 also i suddenly fell asleep last night whoops
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