bonne anniversaire

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Who: Requiem, Nemesis
Where: the lobby, for starters
When: Day 181

[Nemesis is waiting in the appropriate spot at the appropriate time, hair tamed and carrying a small bouquet--long stems of bluebells, lily of the valley, sunflowers, carnations, and a pink rose, tied with a tyrian and navy ribbon. She rocks back on her heels as she waits, the anticipatory type of nervous, but straightens as Requiem approaches]

Hey. Wanna head out?

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[Nemesis doesn't answer, at least not at first, too busy pressing up into Req's lips and hands pleasantly easy. Special days require special underwear, and Req's fingertips catch something satiny smooth before hitting the soft, gentle crease of her breasts. She responds with a shivery sort of sound before catching herself, cheeks dark as accused]

...Whose fault is that?

And it ain't like you don't provide plenty of protein, too.

[She takes her fingers from their spot teasing at Req's entrance instead up to her own mouth; pops the sticky fingers in, to prove the point]

[stakesthesame]

[ ...!!! OKAY BUT THOSE FANCY UNDIES DESERVE SOME FONDLING TOO, she lets her fingers press up over her breast, gently brushing the nipple between them, while her thumb strokes over the fabric, an appreciative hum in her throat.

But she pulls back a little as those fingers leave her, with a little bit of a pout-- only for her eyes to widen as she can just barely see what Nem's doing. She huffs out a soft little breath, and presses in to kiss the corner of her mouth, gently murmuring. ]

... let's head back.

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You sure? We're here and all, if there's more stuff you wanna ride...

[The words are probably less convincing given how shakily breathless they are; how firm her nipples are and how she shudders even at the light touch; how hot her cheeks are and how she chases after the tiny kiss.

Ignored, the tunnel brightens as the ride nears the end of the (not very) spooky journey, and while the cars don't stop, the doors open so they can exit]

[stakesthesame]

[ kisses her again, softly-- and then reluctantly pulls away, maybe spooked by the brighter lights, who's to say, straightening nem's bra and pulling back to button up her own pants again. she shuffles back out the open cart doors, and offers her hand for nem again. ]

Pretty sure the only good ride left is me, gorgeous.

Let's get some dinner.

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[does not flush any less, but smiles as she takes Req's hand and follows her out]

If it works for you, I don't got any complaints. Can't say I don't got a taste for nothing, so...

[nudges into Req just a bit, not naughtily so, just walking comfortably close]

[stakesthesame]

[ curls her arm around her, warm despite the chill in the air and perfectly content to walk with Nem fitted up against her.

She does lean down to kiss her hair again, though, as she starts towards the park exit. ]

Got anything in mind? Want something warm to bring back?

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Mm, maybe soup or curry or something light? You in the mood for anything in particular?

[stakesthesame]

Curry sounds good. There's some orange ones I can eat pretty okay... if not that I bought my food dye with me, so.

[ heading on out, to get on the train (probably?) let's head to the conbini ]

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[they should be able to get in and out before all the terrorist commotion...grab some pizza chips and idk strawberry syrup in addition to real food,, the issue with being actually hungry in addition to horny]

[stakesthesame]

[ definitely gonna pull out the syrup to look at with a cocked brow and a smirk, once they're back on the train to the hotel. ]

... yeah?

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What? 'S not like you can drink chocolate.

[stakesthesame]

Oh, did I misunderstand? Sorry, thought you suddenly wanted to be sticky for some reason. Sure, I'll make myself some strawberry milk~

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I'm just buying the ingredients. What you decide to do with 'em is up to you.

[stakesthesame]

I'll make something tasty, don't you worry.

[ leans on her, obnoxiously. ]

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Guess time will tell on that one.

[squirms against her, as if threatening to move out the way and let her fall without actually doing that in the least]

[stakesthesame]

[ laughs, shifting a little to move with her and securely wrap an arm around her to keep her close, peppering her face with tiny kisses. ]

You'll see. I'm a great chef or whatever.

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[laughs, light, and feathers her fingers through Req's hair]

Maybe we shoulda got more ingredients...

[stakesthesame]

[ hums, bowing her head and relaxing against her as she does that. ]

Pretty sure all I need's you...

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[continues, comfortable]

Now I'm even more interested to see what you're cooking up.

[stakesthesame]

[ hums, rumbling, and settles in for the rest of the train ride sorry she's too comfy to move. ]

Something's warm and sticky, maybe...

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[huffs, and squirms against her more a performative grumble than anything. She is certainly warm, and historic data trends towards the rest as well. She stays put for the ride]

[stakesthesame]

[ she's perfectly happy to be huddled up against her, head on her shoulder and wings sort of half-flopdrooped against her back for the couple of minutes until they reach their actual stop.

Which she only gets up for, with a complaining groan, because the doors will close too quickly if she doesn't. ]

Alright... let's go eat dinner and soak.

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[hops up, looping the arm not carrying bags around Req's waist and leading her back towards the hotel]

You say it like either of those things're bad.

[stakesthesame]

[ shifts her grip on her own bag and curls the other arm around Nem's shoulders, comfortably. ]

I was comfy, what can I say.

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Might be possible to become comfy in places that aren't the train, imagine!

[leans in a bit, swinging the bag]