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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?

[ the feeling is echoed, strongly, warm and pleasantly tingling. ]

What's the point of a tent if you can't get a little dirty in it?

[leans in against her]

Maybe I like being squeaky clean. You can squeak me and see.

Ain't that what your new tub is for?

[ but comfortably circles that arm around her, letting go of her hand, so she can give her butt a little pinch.

since. y'know. ]

[may in fact have squeaked a little but without witnesses to collaborate the story it's just hearsay.]

H-hey, hands off the goods.

[and she shoves ineffectively at Req, because she doesn't actually want to push her away, nor for her to keep her hands off much of anything, and mostly likes the excuse to nudge in closer...the first time she'd ever been irritated at being on the (almost) top floor, 'cause what if they were there already]

Aw, you sure?

[ laughs, but smooths her hands over the spot for a moment before pulling back a little.

Thankfully the elevator isn't as painfully slow as it feels and they hit the landing soon. ]

[She is absolutely not sure, and certainly doesn't have a problem with Req smoothing her hands over much of anything, but is equally eager to tug her out of the elevator and into the dorm proper--off through the trick door to her room...hopefully she doesn't mind really being only offered one refreshment for the moment,

also the sky is set to sunsetish for aesthetics. There are fireflies and frogsong, like a warm summer evening]

[ she grins and follows, all giddy and eager, only taking a moment to appreciate the sunset-- cute-- before following her into the tent.

and not much time wasted after that pressing in to kiss nem's cheek, catching her around the waist. ]

[shifts, echoing the eagerness, pleased and enhanced by Req's enthusiasm, and reaches up to kiss at Req's chin and down the slender line of her neck. Not that she doesn't want to tug her down to the soft rugs and furs below where if nothing else it'll be easier to reach--she is extremely looking forward to that part--but Req's skin is warm(ish) and in reach right now, and patience is very rarely her strong suit, especially in these situations]

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