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Yes.

[hesitates again, then takes Requiem's hand, slow enough that she could take it back if she wanted to--she certainly has the right to do so. offers the idea that Requiem is in fact very good, and that she would like to touch her though it is not required or expected, and--finally--feelings of genuine apology, not requesting forgiveness but just acknowledging that she fucked up and that she's sorry for it, with effort made to keep it simple as that, rather than other unnecessary feelings bleeding in]

[ ah... she curls her fingers back against Nem's hand, firm but gentle, the touch bringing some small sense of relief through it and washing away that bit of residual hurt.

takes that apology-- acknowledges it with forgiveness, pretty much immediately, the feeling swamped in affection and warmth and a little regret, a desire to be closer (but not pushing it) and comfort her (not really believing she's allowed, or capable) and just... want? Plain want, coming from that deep and warm and aching place of love, wanting her to be happy, wanting to be close, wanting to touch, wanting her attention and affection and, more than anything, wanting her to be sure this is actually what she wants. Requiem, this situation-- any of it.

but she cares about her, so much, so if nothing else-- if nothing else, surely that counts for something. ]

[carefully tightens her grip, taking comfort in the contact--in the (undeserved) forgiveness, in the warmth of her feelings and her hand itself. Otherwise she doesn't attempt to engage with the humbling intensity of that want just now, hoping that just the simple, manageable pleasure of this tiny contact can keep her insecurities at bay for a little longer.

(there is a certain yearning that leaks out nevertheless, wanting acknowledgement and comfort and to be wanted, if not needed, but maybe no one will notice that part)]

[ it's impossible not to notice, her attention hooking into that yearning and pulling it closer-- this is something she can do, something she can HELP, and she can't stop herself from flooding the connection with honest, eager desire.

Nor can she stop herself from giving into the impulse of that desire, shuffling closer to close the gap between them and curl her arms around Nem and wrap around her, wings and all, grip tight. ]

[she makes a little sound, overwhelmed, drowning in the feeling—breathing it in, swallowing it down. That is not why her second reaction (the first being that last gasp as she’s pulled under) is a swell of grateful, sheepish relief; that would have happened anyway thanks to the feeling of being safe and secure and sheltered by and with Requiem.

It is why she presses back into Req’s embrace with another low hum, neediness taking a slightly different tone. The desire is met with plenty of her own once she stops attempting to hide it, and she noses into Req’s shoulder and neck. skin hot and lips soft, still wanting all of those things and happy to settle for any]

[ that warmth and affection and desperation to please wells up strong within her again, huddling her face into Nem's hair and taking in her scent and heat of her skin. It's pure elation, that she's here and now and they're together and that Nemesis wants just as strongly as she does.

Even if it's not love, this is more than enough. ]

Edited (Phone bad ) 2020-05-17 20:01 (UTC)

[runs her hands up Req’s back, gentle over and around the base of her wings; presses equally gentle kisses over what of Req’s skin she can reach, a little package of apology and thanks and fondness and need with each one. Underneath that is the same unfocused need, both soothed and spurred by Req’s passion; an unconscious call to please let her stay]

-- not going anywhere.

[ she mumbles it against her hair, almost fiercely, a response to that unspoken plea. She squeezes again, holding her tight, but ultimately relaxes against her and just shivers under those little kisses, flattered and totally smitten, even if those little threads of apology rise up in her as well.

she pulls back slightly, to press her own little kiss under nem's ear, her fingers smoothing down against her sides. ]

Good.

[because she doesn’t want to leave like this—because she wants to be held and needed, even if she’s weak and awkward and undeserving—because the few times she actually can be a support to Requiem make the rest feel worthwhile. Because she likes it here, held in Req’s cool skin and warm heart and when it’s good, when she doesn’t mess it up, it’s amazing.

So she follows after, automatic, as Req pulls back; shivers at the touch, half ticklish, half aroused; angles her head to give Req room—angles it again to try and catch her lips in an attempt to at least push some of that feeling across]

[ again, that staunch belief that she is good enough, she does deserve this and more-- better. the needy wanting slowly shifts, muddling until it's replaced by a desire to give, even if that's selfish in itself; to offer her feelings, her love, her touch, to give what she can to make this better for Nemesis, to make things-- not now, maybe another time-- hurt less, to not screw up and say stupid shit like she usually does.

many feelings are certainly getting across, at least, and she eagerly kisses her back, her own warm arousal sparking again at the feel of her lips and body and nem's own pleasure.

-- and it stutters, briefly, as she pulls back, presses those tiny, sweet kisses to her lips and cheeks, trying to reign it in. they're in a park, after all. ]

[lets out a soft whine, though the tiny kisses are very good, and she very much appreciates that Requiem remembers and shares them with her, and she wants--to feel her touches, to believe the things that she does and doesn't say.

Nemesis does not push it, but very obviously wants to. (She's never been great at not getting carried away)]

Marceline-- Can we...?

[mental images don't quite carry over through the link, but given the associated feelings, Requiem can probably make some educated guesses]

[ ah,

there's a quick moment, a record scratch, as she parses that-- and the arousal burns hotter, immediate, intertwined with desire and faint concern.

she strokes over Nem's side, pulling back just enough to speak and look at her face. ]

You sure...?

Pretty much always...

[cheeks dark but not exactly embarrassed; it's no secret that she has the hottest girlfriend, or at least it shouldn't be,

but then she thinks twice; continues, differently self-conscious]

Uh, but if you're not, and that's super cool if so, can we still just--hide out or something? If you don't gotta get back.

[ amusement and good humor, completely endeared, learning in to kiss her cheek. ]

Just wasn't sure you'd wanna, after all that.

[ and, something a little more nervous: ]

... wanted to make sure it wasn't just-- anything I was feeling making you think it, either. I guess.

Nah, I mean--same. If you ain't interested since I'm being so--

[weird - flighty - dumb - moody - needy - unreliable - she waves her hand, dismisses the feelings]

--Anyways, I get it. But no, you ain't making me feel this way... I mean, you are of course, but not the way you're worried about.

[bravado covering more self-conscious desire, mixed with attraction and fondness and a bashful longing just to be near her]

But--yeah, yeah, if you wanna, I wanna. And that goes for like...99 percent of cases...

[ tries to offer something soothing and reassuring, but still undeniably aroused and attracted and impossibly soft.

She leans in and use kisses her cheek again, lingering. ]

... just making sure.

[Noses in against her, eskimo kisses against her neck]

Definitely don't gotta worry about that. ...But thanks.

[It's nice that Req remembers to ask even when she herself doesn't, and she sends another wave of trust and gratitude, feels special just to be here in the first place]

So--you wanna go...?

[ the trust is it's own thing; stirs a wave of surprise and that desperate, chest-deep ache of love.

She squeezes her up into another hug. ]

... yeah. I just wanna be with you.

[a flutter in her belly and a bright, warm feeling in her chest, and she holds on tightly for a long stretch of heartbeats. Of course, her heart is beating pretty quick, so maybe it's not all that long after all]

...C'mon, lead the way.

[ reluctant to pull away but she eventually does, and stands, holding Nem's hand firmly and just... heading off to the hotel, her emotions all excited and light. ]

[keeps pace, lacing their fingers, and equally happy-pleased-anticipatory to go]

[ happily nudges against her as they walk, just... radiating affection ]

[does the same, more of a simmer, low and constant, heat and pleasant feelings slowly bubbling up from below]

[ its very good. she takes genuine pleasure in the feel of nem just existing beside her, and the feelings SHE has, huddled up to her side even as they get into the elevator in the hotel.

and, with some mischief: ]

Wanna go christen your fancy tent in the name of sin?

Wow.

[Spoilers, Requiem does not need to be a mind reader to suspect that the answer to her question may be yes, but her current empath powers confirm, hot and deep and electric: very yes]

It's gonna make a mess. What even makes you think it's that sort of tent?

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