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[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.]
takes care of the nsfw one before leaving for work...
[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.]
Well, aren't we feeling extra cheeky tonight? [Not that she says it like it's a bad thing, especially the way Fang's smile slides into a grin. She couldn't let a gesture like that go unpaid—and so when she hooks her thumbs in her own underwear, Fang tugs it down deliberately slowly. She never breaks eye contact with Vanille as she does, letting them drop and stepping out of them—slowly. Tell her to hurry, will you.]
[Though it's as much a test of will for Fang as it is a tease; with as aroused as she is, it's becoming increasingly difficult not to shove her fiancée up against the wall and go at it right there.]
[In a sudden motion, Fang steps forward and grabs Vanille by the waist, sweeping them both into the shower with the spray at Fang's back. Almost immediately, she dips her head down to suck at the sensitive skin of her partner's throat.]
[(The water, in Fang's opinion, was definitely not perfect, but she knew she preferred just about everything on the warmer side of things—and she had far more important things to attend to than whine about the water. She could do that later.)]
[there is no luckier girl than vanille, whose finacée is not only drop dead gorgeous, but also strong enough to literally sweep her off her feet and follow it up with what's sure to leave a nasty mark in due time. (fang and vanille's friends love them, but even snow and serah avert their eyes and cough awkwardly while trying not to draw attention to the generous amount of scarlet and maroon markings on the couple's necks over lunch.)
with the exception of a loud moan that squeaks out of her mouth when fang begins to suck, she wastes no time in letting her hands roam over her partner's body. one hand squeezes the smooth skin over one of fang's lightly-defined biceps; the other snakes down fang's abdomen in an almost intricate pattern before sliding up and down the older woman's thigh. with every upward stroke, she gets closer to fang's crotch, but doesn't let herself touch there quite yet. despite vanille's attempt to get the both of them into the damn shower in the first place, the water's nowhere near as hot as they'd like it to be.]
forgive me I have absolutely no idea how to write this
[(And Fang, being Fang, never once covered those marks to the embarrassment of those around her. If Vanille loved to leave them, she would wear them, and proudly.)]
[They'd tease each other until the very end, as always. Occasionally, Fang would wonder whether their acts were about actually getting laid, or about all the different reactions they could wring out of each other. Once Vanille's hand wanders close enough, she shudders, pressing into that hand and hips reflexively twisting closer. But no, no, not yet—she could breathlessly melt into her lover's shoulder soon. Fang needed to finish what she started, first.]
[Satisfied with the mark already forming on her finacée's neck, she dips her head to leave a lighter one on Vanille's collar bone as calloused hands slide over her hips, giving her partner's ass a firm squeeze. Then Fang ducks her head even lower; her hands brace against the shower wall for balance as she takes a (purposefully neglected) nipple into her mouth, tongue circling and flicking over the sensitive nub.]
you're doing fine <3 also i suddenly fell asleep last night whoops
[the sudden attention to her breast and breast has vanille squealing, playfully pushing at fang's forehead as if to force her away. it's obviously all just for show, though; as if vanille would want fang to stop now.
it's a wonder vanille is able to speak in the heat of the moment, but somehow she manages it. her lips curl into a wicked grin, her voice breathy and husky as she lets fang bear the brunt of both their weights; she does it only because she knows fang can, and that is hot beyond belief.]
Ooh, you naughty girl...
[with that, she lets her fingers slide smoothly along fang's clit, before quickly taking it away again. with the same hand, fingers still slick with fang's wetness, she delivers a strong slap to her finacé's ass. she then digs her nails into the skin as if they were claws, reluctant to let her prize go.]
[Fang suddenly stops and lets out a shuddering breath; with how ridiculously aroused she is, even that little brush against her clit is enough to bring her ministrations to a halt.]
[The stinging slap is enough to spur her back into action, and she (gently) tugs on that nipple with her teeth in retaliation, accompanied by a throaty growl. A hand seizes one of Vanille's wrists and pushes it against the shower wall; if she didn't need her other arm to steady them both, she'd have done the same with the other wrist, too.]
Cheeky minx. [Just for that, she's going to leave the other breast unattended. She finishes at the current one with a hard suck and a last flick of the tongue before Fang starts downward again, kissing and nipping at her lover's stomach.]
[now pinned against the shower wall, options have become limited for vanille, who revels in the feel of fang's teeth grazing at her nipple. instead of teasing her love's skin any further, she chooses instead to tangle her fingers into fang's messy mane. it's far more workable now that the water has loosened the dark strands to the point where they're pliable. looping the hair around her fingers, she presses her fiancée's head closer to her stomach, steadily encouraging her...
until she tugs a little at her partner's head, her voice low and soft; it's the kind of tone that implies an ulterior motive.]
We're plenty clean now, don't you think?
[clearly they're not, given that both their legs must be slick to the touch with something other than bathwater, but... a shower's hardly the best place to do much of anything they seem to have in mind.]
[Fang makes a quiet, very irritated noise. Why interrupt her now? Vanille knows well that she could support her. Though, it was a little impressive her partner could tell her no, this close, after all their attentions.]
What are you playin' at? [She mutters into Vanille's skin, her fingertips ghosting up the back of her thighs into a caress of her cheeks.]
Fine. [Fang's still displeased with the disruption, but she's in a very good position to carry Vanille up with her as she stands, hands shifting to support her under her legs again. Her steps aren't as quick as she'd like, but now would be a horrible time to slip on the floor, straight out of the shower as they are.]
[The older woman dips her head to murmur into her fiancée's ear.] You're not gonna stop me when we get to that bed, you hear? [Fang says it like a warning.]
[a devilish giggle escapes vanille's lips, pleased to have gotten exactly what she wanted. her legs lock around fang's waist, and she quickly reaches over to grab a towel from the rack before her finacée leads them out of the bathroom. she loosely drapes it around the both of them before resting her arms around fang's shoulders as well, her fingers tracing hearts on the skin of her partner's back.
fang's breathy whisper serves only to excite vanille further. her voice is equal parts playful and husky as she replies,]
If you were planning on stopping, I think I'd have to divorce you before we even got married!
Might have to do the same, if you interrupt me a third time.
[Honesty, taunting her like this. So far along in her first night with her finacée, and making Fang wait longer to listen to her lover unravel under her—to say nothing of her own need.]
[The older woman still regards her partner's motives with a shred of suspicion, but ardor easily overpowers it. She certainly wastes no time crossing to the bed, hardly having time to nip at Vanille's throat again before lowering the two of them down to the plush surface. Fang only pauses to wipe back the bangs plastered to her own face, before giving her partner a pointed look and moving down, intent on picking up where she left off.]
[vanille's last word is cut short as her teasing turns into a whine upon fang's renewed exploration of her body. it's a very happy whimper, though, as evidenced by the grin on her face feeling fang's eyes try to figure out where to attack next.
... there's a slightly masochistic part of her that actually wants to find out what fang's "punishment" would be should she continue to hold out, but... hm. perhaps that could be saved for a night other than the evening of their engagement.
with that decided, she finds a comfortable hold around fang's neck and brings her fiancée's face closer to hers. at the same time that she forces her partner's mouth open with her tongue, she pushes down on the small of fang's back to press their breasts together. after flicking her tongue against the backs of fang's teeth, she withdraws quickly to sigh,]
Can you believe... this is our first time as an engaged couple? I almost feel like a schoolgirl all over again...!
[Vanille's assertiveness earns her an approving groan. The fingers of one hand curl into the sheets and the other scratches down Vanille's side as they kiss, and at this point Fang can't not grind a little against her lover's leg.]
[She nips teasingly at the other's lip as they part.]
Oh, don't you even start.
[Another quick kiss, and Fang's sliding down to kiss her partner's breast. The hand resting at Vanille's side trails down, palm pressing against her center.]
It hasn't been that long since you were a schoolgirl.
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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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[Though it's as much a test of will for Fang as it is a tease; with as aroused as she is, it's becoming increasingly difficult not to shove her fiancée up against the wall and go at it right there.]
[In a sudden motion, Fang steps forward and grabs Vanille by the waist, sweeping them both into the shower with the spray at Fang's back. Almost immediately, she dips her head down to suck at the sensitive skin of her partner's throat.]
[(The water, in Fang's opinion, was definitely not perfect, but she knew she preferred just about everything on the warmer side of things—and she had far more important things to attend to than whine about the water. She could do that later.)]
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with the exception of a loud moan that squeaks out of her mouth when fang begins to suck, she wastes no time in letting her hands roam over her partner's body. one hand squeezes the smooth skin over one of fang's lightly-defined biceps; the other snakes down fang's abdomen in an almost intricate pattern before sliding up and down the older woman's thigh. with every upward stroke, she gets closer to fang's crotch, but doesn't let herself touch there quite yet. despite vanille's attempt to get the both of them into the damn shower in the first place, the water's nowhere near as hot as they'd like it to be.]
forgive me I have absolutely no idea how to write this
[They'd tease each other until the very end, as always. Occasionally, Fang would wonder whether their acts were about actually getting laid, or about all the different reactions they could wring out of each other. Once Vanille's hand wanders close enough, she shudders, pressing into that hand and hips reflexively twisting closer. But no, no, not yet—she could breathlessly melt into her lover's shoulder soon. Fang needed to finish what she started, first.]
[Satisfied with the mark already forming on her finacée's neck, she dips her head to leave a lighter one on Vanille's collar bone as calloused hands slide over her hips, giving her partner's ass a firm squeeze. Then Fang ducks her head even lower; her hands brace against the shower wall for balance as she takes a (purposefully neglected) nipple into her mouth, tongue circling and flicking over the sensitive nub.]
you're doing fine <3 also i suddenly fell asleep last night whoops
it's a wonder vanille is able to speak in the heat of the moment, but somehow she manages it. her lips curl into a wicked grin, her voice breathy and husky as she lets fang bear the brunt of both their weights; she does it only because she knows fang can, and that is hot beyond belief.]
Ooh, you naughty girl...
[with that, she lets her fingers slide smoothly along fang's clit, before quickly taking it away again. with the same hand, fingers still slick with fang's wetness, she delivers a strong slap to her finacé's ass. she then digs her nails into the skin as if they were claws, reluctant to let her prize go.]
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[The stinging slap is enough to spur her back into action, and she (gently) tugs on that nipple with her teeth in retaliation, accompanied by a throaty growl. A hand seizes one of Vanille's wrists and pushes it against the shower wall; if she didn't need her other arm to steady them both, she'd have done the same with the other wrist, too.]
Cheeky minx. [Just for that, she's going to leave the other breast unattended. She finishes at the current one with a hard suck and a last flick of the tongue before Fang starts downward again, kissing and nipping at her lover's stomach.]
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until she tugs a little at her partner's head, her voice low and soft; it's the kind of tone that implies an ulterior motive.]
We're plenty clean now, don't you think?
[clearly they're not, given that both their legs must be slick to the touch with something other than bathwater, but... a shower's hardly the best place to do much of anything they seem to have in mind.]
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What are you playin' at? [She mutters into Vanille's skin, her fingertips ghosting up the back of her thighs into a caress of her cheeks.]
Fine. [Fang's still displeased with the disruption, but she's in a very good position to carry Vanille up with her as she stands, hands shifting to support her under her legs again. Her steps aren't as quick as she'd like, but now would be a horrible time to slip on the floor, straight out of the shower as they are.]
[The older woman dips her head to murmur into her fiancée's ear.] You're not gonna stop me when we get to that bed, you hear? [Fang says it like a warning.]
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fang's breathy whisper serves only to excite vanille further. her voice is equal parts playful and husky as she replies,]
If you were planning on stopping, I think I'd have to divorce you before we even got married!
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[Honesty, taunting her like this. So far along in her first night with her finacée, and making Fang wait longer to listen to her lover unravel under her—to say nothing of her own need.]
[The older woman still regards her partner's motives with a shred of suspicion, but ardor easily overpowers it. She certainly wastes no time crossing to the bed, hardly having time to nip at Vanille's throat again before lowering the two of them down to the plush surface. Fang only pauses to wipe back the bangs plastered to her own face, before giving her partner a pointed look and moving down, intent on picking up where she left off.]
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[vanille's last word is cut short as her teasing turns into a whine upon fang's renewed exploration of her body. it's a very happy whimper, though, as evidenced by the grin on her face feeling fang's eyes try to figure out where to attack next.
... there's a slightly masochistic part of her that actually wants to find out what fang's "punishment" would be should she continue to hold out, but... hm. perhaps that could be saved for a night other than the evening of their engagement.
with that decided, she finds a comfortable hold around fang's neck and brings her fiancée's face closer to hers. at the same time that she forces her partner's mouth open with her tongue, she pushes down on the small of fang's back to press their breasts together. after flicking her tongue against the backs of fang's teeth, she withdraws quickly to sigh,]
Can you believe... this is our first time as an engaged couple? I almost feel like a schoolgirl all over again...!
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[She nips teasingly at the other's lip as they part.]
Oh, don't you even start.
[Another quick kiss, and Fang's sliding down to kiss her partner's breast. The hand resting at Vanille's side trails down, palm pressing against her center.]
It hasn't been that long since you were a schoolgirl.