Zelda finds Jean's note on the counter in the morning, her heart sinking. She reads through it carefully, then again, failing to fully process it. The house feels strange without them.
"...Pomni?" she calls out quietly through the cottage.
The response she gets comes the shared bed; she was always a heavy sleeper, and the last to peel herself up, but the shuffling that breaks the silence of the home speaks to her finally doing so.
"...I don't... I don't think so, Pomni." Zelda hands over the paper, sitting on the bed. She buries her face in her hands. "They took Jon, too. Oh, goddess. Why wouldn't they let me help...?"
Pomni takes the note, and reads it once, twice, a third time, skimming the paper desperately for any indication that maybe she hadn't read it right the first two times.
She had, though. And continues to read it right.
Her mouth is dry, and her chest is tight with grief as she sets the note aside.
"I-I thought... I thought we had more time," Pomni murmurs, moving to sit beside Zelda. "I know they wouldn't do it if they thought they thought they could, but... two people against---!" She gestures vaguely, panicked. "All of whatever the demons have! There's...!"
There's no way they can.
God, she never wanted to believe that, but it's hard to shake that notion.
She's too shellshocked to weep, but she leans against Zelda, feeling a bit hollowed out.
Though they're difficult for anyone, feelings of helplessness hit Pomni especially hard. She feels ill, she feels trapped, she feels like she's at best twenty seconds from flying out of the cottage, grabbing a boat, and trying to go after them---
But she doesn't.
She can't. It'd do no one any good, and Zelda needs her here, instead of getting herself killed in the barrier.
Instead, she loops her arms with Zelda's, to anchor herself. The floodgates break when she's given herself all of one second to imagine the worst; the mental image of that drawing corner growing cold and dust-covered refuses to be shoved from her thoughts.
She buries her face into Zelda's shoulder, her breath catches in her throat, and she lets out a quiet sob.
It's a hot day here in the late Spring, and Erin decides to take her day off up the mountain and to the hot springs. It is not an unmotivated decision; sure, she needs to relax, and some time out in relative privacy can be good for her in small doses, but no word of a lie, she's fishing for a hookup. Someone fun, to exhaust herself with, maybe enough to have a real conversation without the swirl of emotions in her head and the biting fear still lingering from the ship...
So it is that she comes up the mountain by rail, and slips peacefully into the changing rooms. Erin still doesn't really have a bathing suit, something she's not sure she wants to fix (it gives her an excuse to bully the delightful Ms. Whitlock...), and in any event if she's here for what she's here for there might as well be no pretense. Still, she's not reasonably expecting someone else to already be out here in the early afternoon, having arrived early to maybe size up people coming off from their work days.
But someone is already here, isn't she? Someone who gets to see Erin come out from the changing rooms on the water side of the hot springs, bare except for her blindfold, in all her glory. Erin Peters is tall - six-two, at least - and her body already has a soft sheen of sweat. Tattoos quite literally flow all over her arms, her torso, her legs, sheet music that moves and dances as if being played, though there is no audible song. Instead, all around her and swirling whenever her raven's wings flick or adjust is a mantle of phantasmal gunpowder which crackles merrily, like sparklers, filling the air with the scents of sex and gunpowder.
The blindfold Erin Peters wears lets her see people, but it's not very good at objects. But from the smile on her face when she spots Pomni, she likes something she's seeing.
The time alone had been something Pomni was practically melting into, so imagine her surprise when crackling and footsteps enter the quiet mountain air.
She'd been fully reclined, eyes closed, and taking in the sounds of nature, trying to clear her head of the racing thoughts that compacted as much anxiety into her as they possibly could. It was only having mild success before Erin made her appearance, so it wasn't a huge loss that her intense focus on trying to be calm was broken.
There did arise a mild complication in that she was fully nude, chest splayed from her reclining, in front of someone she'd never met--- wait. No, scratch that, never spoken with properly. What an interesting way to properly meet the staff of your favorite bar!
"Oh [ DUCK QUACKS ], um--- hey!" She sputters out, her swearing's censoring leaving her wincing a bit, but she lowers herself a bit in the water nonetheless, face decidedly reddening, and the grin that spreads across her face being incredibly embarrassed. "I didn't hear anybody else up here! Uh. If you want some, y'know--- time to yourself, I'm okay to clear out!"
Not that it seems like people not seeing her is much of a concern to Erin, but Pomni's not here to assume anything about anybody, not in a place like this.
"Well aren't you cute," Erin almost purrs. "See something you like?"
She slides down onto the edge of the spring, sitting with her legs in the water and leaning forward. It is, absolutely, nine thousand and one percent, a move to give Pomni a better view of Erin's breasts. They have an odd quality to them that is perhaps familiar to the little jester, that almost game-like attribute of not quite behaving the way gravity should make them behave, perkier than they ought to be.
For that matter, a lot of Erin has that quality. There are no scars, no signs of wear on her body, no marks except those shifting tattoos...
"Pomni, right? I've heard tell of a tiny sailor dating the militia captain and the captain of Mipha's Grace, but you never seemed to want to chat with me when you've been out drinkin' with 'em."
Pomni fails to elaborate and swallows, throat dry; of course, she's staring, but what else are those big ol' eyes for? She gawks, and there's a strange tangle of "woman hot" and "something's not right" that keeps her looking, no matter what part of Erin's appearance she takes in.
Eventually, after longer than might've been proper, she tears her attention away, downwards, watching Erin's tattoos on her legs, moving even still beneath the surface. There's so many questions she wants to ask, and she has no idea where to begin with any of them. This wasn't exactly a situation she's found herself in often!
Nor did it come with a fun bonus of social faux pas. Nice going, Pomni, way to be rude to the bartenders.
"Yeah, that's... me! I've always meant to come say hi, but they keep me, uh... pretty occupied," She gives a quiet laugh, equal parts fond and embarrassed. "And you're... I... oh jeez, I don't think I've caught your name before?"
"Erin Peters, do call me Erin. No one I like calls me Peters." God but this jester is so very cute. Erin's gunpowder haze pops and sizzles merrily, making cartoon images of jester's caps in the smoke, and her smile widens fondly. "It's nice to meet you all formal-like, Pomni. C'mere, I wanna tell you something."
Erin gestures for the small lass to approach, and pats her thigh to offer a seat. There is an unspoken but somehow very clear awareness that what she wants is for Pomni to get on her lap so Erin can whisper.
Don't worry, Erin, Pomni gets up with a lack of hesitation that she probably ought to have once she's noted down the name given to her. What can she say? She's not exactly strongly willed, and if Erin had one hook just slightly deeper in her, she'd probably jump at any ask.
She's still tentative in her approach, though, still looking thoroughly blown away that all this was happening. Carefully and a bit awkwardly, after a vague "Here? Are you sure?" gesture to make sure that she was understanding right, she took the seat offered to her.
"...What is it?"
She has a feeling of what it is--- she's skittish and awkward, but she's not that dense. The idea of what it seems to be is enough to make her mind reel a bit in flustered shock and confusion.
It's warm, near Erin, but not the warmth of the day or the spring; once one gets near her it's as if you've entered a March afternoon, with the sun shining after the rain, her gunpowder haze leaving points of pleasant warmth against the skin instead of the sharp burning one might expect. Once Pomni is settled on her soft thighs, Erin folds her black wings around them both, as if to shelter them from the world.
Her arms, on the other hand, embrace Pomni just beneath her chest, loose but supportive.
Her breath is hot as she puts her lips to Pomni's ear: "I came up here looking to make friends with someone cute and maybe take them home tonight too," comes the murmur, full of promise. "My partners and I aren't exclusive...and I'm hoping I'm about to hear the same back, because I like what I'm seeing too. I wanna see that cute blush while I make you sing."
The warmth feels like it cuts all the way down to Pomni's bones, taking any of the cool edge off the mountain air, and there's an indescribable thrill to the enveloping wings. Her tense shoulders ease, just enough to be visible - but that tenseness returns at her core when she's whispered to, a coil being gently wound, leaving her feeling practically spring-loaded.
She's not so keyed up that she leaps at the offer without thinking, though, but god, is it hard to answer with her heart feeling like it's trying to escape her chest.
"I just have to tell my partners," She answers, her words carried in little more than a breath. Any more than that, and she'd likely stumble all over herself and barely manage anything coherent. Her Sending Stone's a short reach out of the spring away, even if, all wrapped up and secure, that feels like a hell of a journey. "Let me do that real quick, a-and I'm all yours?"
"If you ever hear me saying no to that, I've been possessed," Erin says with, well, not gravity, but Enough Gravity, as it were. "You just come on back when you're ready; I've got all day."
It's still a moment before those wings unfurl, before Erin lets Pomni go, because she's warm and small and willing and holding her feels like she's protecting someone, and Erin...likes that feeling a lot. But let Pomni go she does; Erin leans back while the little jester goes to her stone, lounging on display...and leaving Pomni's seat open, if she wants to return to it.
Part of Erin is glad that the stone seems to be so close. It's actually a relief to be able to eavesdrop on part of this, to be sure it's on the level.
Pomni takes only just long enough to make sure she's able to not slip on the smooth stones at the bottom of the springs (eating shit would not particularly add to the mood) before she shifts off of Erin's thigh and, already finding herself missing the warmth the second she's far enough away.
She snatches the stone up quickly, and with a quiet murmur of Zelda's name, the call is made.
Naturally, she stumbles her way through addressing the issue, barely able to believe what she's asking, herself! But she manages through it, receives a hilariously-enthusiastic approval with a note to "have fun!", and carefully, the stone is tucked away once more before she looks back.
She's still battling with some impostor syndrome that, somehow, she's deceived this strange, beautiful woman that she's got more going for her than she does, but she's not about to argue, that'd be horrifically awkward. Instead, she just returns, and tries to play it cool. She doesn't do a great job, but she's doing her best.
"I got the go ahead, so, um," She starts, refraining from sitting back on her thigh just yet, letting her hands carefully, nervously to sit just above Erin's knees. "You got me for however long you want me?"
"See that's the kind of offer that gets you dragged into the bushes at random for a fun surprise, of a night," Erin purrs. She leans forward, leans in, and cups Pomni's cheek in one warm palm.
Her voice softens, even if her Mantle does no such thing, resplendent as it is. "I know that look," she murmurs. "And sure, I don't know you, and you're probably thinking something like 'once she does I'll annoy all the interest out of her', right? But...excuse the forthcoming pun." Her lips quirk into a wry half-smile, a little sad and a little fond, "that's a pretty funny thought to have, isn't it? Word around the place is that Captain Zelda and that Jean fella are successful, and liked, and I gotta say, Zelda? Hot. And you seem to have sustained their interest, so...what'cha thinkin', is it more likely that all three of us have dogshit taste, or that you're cute and interesting?"
Pomni trails off, flustered and barely knowing how to respond, much less how to process Erin's words. There's no sense in arguing--- Pomni's not gunning to kill the vibe for the sake of maintaining her low self confidence--- but she doesn't understand how she got here, relationship-wise, and even laying the facts out straight doesn't make two and two get to four. Maybe it will, someday, but she's got a way's to go on that front.
"I think maybe you guys have... interesting taste, that's all," She skirts around the notion, and gives a sheepish laugh. "But I'm not really trying to question it, so...!"
"Oh we'll talk about taste later when we can lounge and discuss our partners. For right now...you were staring at something earlier, and there's a conspicuous lack of you touching what you were staring it."
"Hey, I'm just trying to, I dunno... take it one step at a time?"
She gives an embarrassed chuckle, but there's a part of her that revels in being told exactly where to put her hands, and who is she to keep a lady waiting? She lifts her hands to Erin's breasts, cupping them gently, running her thumb delicately downwards from where they'd naturally fallen on either side; they didn't quite graze her nipples, but got awfully close.
Unable to help herself, she speaks up again, quieter, but her tone is weighed with lust.
The touch gets a satisfied sigh out of Erin; her breasts are sensitive, and she pulls Pomni closer, settling the smaller lass onto her lap herself so that the touching doesn't have to stop. Erin presses a kiss to Pomni's forehead, still making soft little sighs as Pomni's thumbs tease her. "That's perfect," Erin murmurs; she turns Pomni's head to nibble at the top of her ear, her wings folding again...
"Let me tell you what I want," Erin whispers. "I want, more than anything right now, to feel wanted...and to leave you happy, and tired, and in my bed after we make out the whole ride back down the mountain. I don't want you to touch my hair for any reason, it's...not for other people."
She leaves that statement hanging, but again that completely unspoken understanding, comprehensible without words with an odd certainty: the question not asked, but unmistakably present, is this: what is it you want?
Pomni doesn't even know what Erin's capable of; while she's had a glance at her equipment, albeit momentarily, there's so much more than first glances would have one imagine from so many people here. What did that mean for the more intimate reaches of everything?
Her face feels like it's burning in the best possible way, and her heart hammers in her chest, leaving her struggling with her words. Once she gets them back together, though, she can't help but ask:
"I don't know what I want, since, um--- outside of my partners, my experience is pretty... limited?"
A beat. Don't say that you want railed. She didn't come with any supplies to do any railing.
A warm, throaty chuckle. "Not to suddenly turn into a philosopher, but that depends. On the day, on my mood, on my partner..." She kisses Pomni's cheek, leaving behind a lingering warmth that smells faintly of lavender. "Sometimes I wanna be touched, and sometimes I wanna do the touching, and sometimes it's nice to have something just shy of a fight about it. But I don't wanna fight you..."
Her hands trickle down Pomni's back, and finally stop on the small clown's butt. She squeezes, kneading, teasing...
"...I do have a spot of shapeshifting on the table," Erin adds, thoughtfully. "We could slide into the water, and I can find something fun to rail you with. I like how you feel cuddled up against me like this, Pomni. I wanna hold you and feel your whole body when you cum. So. If you're into penetration at all, the question on the table is -"
"- cock, or tail? I haven't done the tail in awhile..."
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Date: 2024-03-14 11:51 pm (UTC)"...Pomni?" she calls out quietly through the cottage.
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Date: 2024-03-15 12:09 am (UTC)The response she gets comes the shared bed; she was always a heavy sleeper, and the last to peel herself up, but the shuffling that breaks the silence of the home speaks to her finally doing so.
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Date: 2024-03-16 02:03 am (UTC)"It's Jean, they--- they left."
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Date: 2024-03-16 04:36 am (UTC)"They--- what? But--- but I thought they were still---"
Getting prepared? Considering it? Reconsidering, maybe? She wasn't sure, but her words smashed together in her throat in a horrible traffic jam.
"Are you sure? Are they at the dock, maybe? Maybe we can--- I don't know, talk to them still?"
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Date: 2024-03-17 05:05 am (UTC)She had, though. And continues to read it right.
Her mouth is dry, and her chest is tight with grief as she sets the note aside.
"I-I thought... I thought we had more time," Pomni murmurs, moving to sit beside Zelda. "I know they wouldn't do it if they thought they thought they could, but... two people against---!" She gestures vaguely, panicked. "All of whatever the demons have! There's...!"
There's no way they can.
God, she never wanted to believe that, but it's hard to shake that notion.
She's too shellshocked to weep, but she leans against Zelda, feeling a bit hollowed out.
"...Is there--- a-anything we can do?"
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Date: 2024-03-18 01:34 am (UTC)"...No, love, I don't think there is. Aside from hoping."
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Date: 2024-03-18 08:16 pm (UTC)But she doesn't.
She can't. It'd do no one any good, and Zelda needs her here, instead of getting herself killed in the barrier.
Instead, she loops her arms with Zelda's, to anchor herself. The floodgates break when she's given herself all of one second to imagine the worst; the mental image of that drawing corner growing cold and dust-covered refuses to be shoved from her thoughts.
She buries her face into Zelda's shoulder, her breath catches in her throat, and she lets out a quiet sob.
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Date: 2024-05-30 10:52 pm (UTC)So it is that she comes up the mountain by rail, and slips peacefully into the changing rooms. Erin still doesn't really have a bathing suit, something she's not sure she wants to fix (it gives her an excuse to bully the delightful Ms. Whitlock...), and in any event if she's here for what she's here for there might as well be no pretense. Still, she's not reasonably expecting someone else to already be out here in the early afternoon, having arrived early to maybe size up people coming off from their work days.
But someone is already here, isn't she? Someone who gets to see Erin come out from the changing rooms on the water side of the hot springs, bare except for her blindfold, in all her glory. Erin Peters is tall - six-two, at least - and her body already has a soft sheen of sweat. Tattoos quite literally flow all over her arms, her torso, her legs, sheet music that moves and dances as if being played, though there is no audible song. Instead, all around her and swirling whenever her raven's wings flick or adjust is a mantle of phantasmal gunpowder which crackles merrily, like sparklers, filling the air with the scents of sex and gunpowder.
The blindfold Erin Peters wears lets her see people, but it's not very good at objects. But from the smile on her face when she spots Pomni, she likes something she's seeing.
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Date: 2024-05-30 11:28 pm (UTC)She'd been fully reclined, eyes closed, and taking in the sounds of nature, trying to clear her head of the racing thoughts that compacted as much anxiety into her as they possibly could. It was only having mild success before Erin made her appearance, so it wasn't a huge loss that her intense focus on trying to be calm was broken.
There did arise a mild complication in that she was fully nude, chest splayed from her reclining, in front of someone she'd never met--- wait. No, scratch that, never spoken with properly. What an interesting way to properly meet the staff of your favorite bar!
"Oh [ DUCK QUACKS ], um--- hey!" She sputters out, her swearing's censoring leaving her wincing a bit, but she lowers herself a bit in the water nonetheless, face decidedly reddening, and the grin that spreads across her face being incredibly embarrassed. "I didn't hear anybody else up here! Uh. If you want some, y'know--- time to yourself, I'm okay to clear out!"
Not that it seems like people not seeing her is much of a concern to Erin, but Pomni's not here to assume anything about anybody, not in a place like this.
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Date: 2024-05-30 11:33 pm (UTC)She slides down onto the edge of the spring, sitting with her legs in the water and leaning forward. It is, absolutely, nine thousand and one percent, a move to give Pomni a better view of Erin's breasts. They have an odd quality to them that is perhaps familiar to the little jester, that almost game-like attribute of not quite behaving the way gravity should make them behave, perkier than they ought to be.
For that matter, a lot of Erin has that quality. There are no scars, no signs of wear on her body, no marks except those shifting tattoos...
"Pomni, right? I've heard tell of a tiny sailor dating the militia captain and the captain of Mipha's Grace, but you never seemed to want to chat with me when you've been out drinkin' with 'em."
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Date: 2024-05-30 11:56 pm (UTC)Pomni fails to elaborate and swallows, throat dry; of course, she's staring, but what else are those big ol' eyes for? She gawks, and there's a strange tangle of "woman hot" and "something's not right" that keeps her looking, no matter what part of Erin's appearance she takes in.
Eventually, after longer than might've been proper, she tears her attention away, downwards, watching Erin's tattoos on her legs, moving even still beneath the surface. There's so many questions she wants to ask, and she has no idea where to begin with any of them. This wasn't exactly a situation she's found herself in often!
Nor did it come with a fun bonus of social faux pas. Nice going, Pomni, way to be rude to the bartenders.
"Yeah, that's... me! I've always meant to come say hi, but they keep me, uh... pretty occupied," She gives a quiet laugh, equal parts fond and embarrassed. "And you're... I... oh jeez, I don't think I've caught your name before?"
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Date: 2024-05-31 12:06 am (UTC)Erin gestures for the small lass to approach, and pats her thigh to offer a seat. There is an unspoken but somehow very clear awareness that what she wants is for Pomni to get on her lap so Erin can whisper.
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Date: 2024-05-31 12:21 am (UTC)Don't worry, Erin, Pomni gets up with a lack of hesitation that she probably ought to have once she's noted down the name given to her. What can she say? She's not exactly strongly willed, and if Erin had one hook just slightly deeper in her, she'd probably jump at any ask.
She's still tentative in her approach, though, still looking thoroughly blown away that all this was happening. Carefully and a bit awkwardly, after a vague "Here? Are you sure?" gesture to make sure that she was understanding right, she took the seat offered to her.
"...What is it?"
She has a feeling of what it is--- she's skittish and awkward, but she's not that dense. The idea of what it seems to be is enough to make her mind reel a bit in flustered shock and confusion.
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Date: 2024-05-31 12:25 am (UTC)Her arms, on the other hand, embrace Pomni just beneath her chest, loose but supportive.
Her breath is hot as she puts her lips to Pomni's ear: "I came up here looking to make friends with someone cute and maybe take them home tonight too," comes the murmur, full of promise. "My partners and I aren't exclusive...and I'm hoping I'm about to hear the same back, because I like what I'm seeing too. I wanna see that cute blush while I make you sing."
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Date: 2024-05-31 12:40 am (UTC)She's not so keyed up that she leaps at the offer without thinking, though, but god, is it hard to answer with her heart feeling like it's trying to escape her chest.
"I just have to tell my partners," She answers, her words carried in little more than a breath. Any more than that, and she'd likely stumble all over herself and barely manage anything coherent. Her Sending Stone's a short reach out of the spring away, even if, all wrapped up and secure, that feels like a hell of a journey. "Let me do that real quick, a-and I'm all yours?"
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Date: 2024-05-31 12:44 am (UTC)It's still a moment before those wings unfurl, before Erin lets Pomni go, because she's warm and small and willing and holding her feels like she's protecting someone, and Erin...likes that feeling a lot. But let Pomni go she does; Erin leans back while the little jester goes to her stone, lounging on display...and leaving Pomni's seat open, if she wants to return to it.
Part of Erin is glad that the stone seems to be so close. It's actually a relief to be able to eavesdrop on part of this, to be sure it's on the level.
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Date: 2024-05-31 01:07 am (UTC)She snatches the stone up quickly, and with a quiet murmur of Zelda's name, the call is made.
Naturally, she stumbles her way through addressing the issue, barely able to believe what she's asking, herself! But she manages through it, receives a hilariously-enthusiastic approval with a note to "have fun!", and carefully, the stone is tucked away once more before she looks back.
She's still battling with some impostor syndrome that, somehow, she's deceived this strange, beautiful woman that she's got more going for her than she does, but she's not about to argue, that'd be horrifically awkward. Instead, she just returns, and tries to play it cool. She doesn't do a great job, but she's doing her best.
"I got the go ahead, so, um," She starts, refraining from sitting back on her thigh just yet, letting her hands carefully, nervously to sit just above Erin's knees. "You got me for however long you want me?"
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Date: 2024-05-31 01:11 am (UTC)Her voice softens, even if her Mantle does no such thing, resplendent as it is. "I know that look," she murmurs. "And sure, I don't know you, and you're probably thinking something like 'once she does I'll annoy all the interest out of her', right? But...excuse the forthcoming pun." Her lips quirk into a wry half-smile, a little sad and a little fond, "that's a pretty funny thought to have, isn't it? Word around the place is that Captain Zelda and that Jean fella are successful, and liked, and I gotta say, Zelda? Hot. And you seem to have sustained their interest, so...what'cha thinkin', is it more likely that all three of us have dogshit taste, or that you're cute and interesting?"
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Date: 2024-05-31 01:25 am (UTC)"What? I mean, I don't, uh..."
Pomni trails off, flustered and barely knowing how to respond, much less how to process Erin's words. There's no sense in arguing--- Pomni's not gunning to kill the vibe for the sake of maintaining her low self confidence--- but she doesn't understand how she got here, relationship-wise, and even laying the facts out straight doesn't make two and two get to four. Maybe it will, someday, but she's got a way's to go on that front.
"I think maybe you guys have... interesting taste, that's all," She skirts around the notion, and gives a sheepish laugh. "But I'm not really trying to question it, so...!"
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Date: 2024-05-31 01:42 am (UTC)She gives an embarrassed chuckle, but there's a part of her that revels in being told exactly where to put her hands, and who is she to keep a lady waiting? She lifts her hands to Erin's breasts, cupping them gently, running her thumb delicately downwards from where they'd naturally fallen on either side; they didn't quite graze her nipples, but got awfully close.
Unable to help herself, she speaks up again, quieter, but her tone is weighed with lust.
"That more like it?"
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Date: 2024-05-31 01:47 am (UTC)"Let me tell you what I want," Erin whispers. "I want, more than anything right now, to feel wanted...and to leave you happy, and tired, and in my bed after we make out the whole ride back down the mountain. I don't want you to touch my hair for any reason, it's...not for other people."
She leaves that statement hanging, but again that completely unspoken understanding, comprehensible without words with an odd certainty: the question not asked, but unmistakably present, is this: what is it you want?
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Date: 2024-06-11 12:46 am (UTC)Pomni doesn't even know what Erin's capable of; while she's had a glance at her equipment, albeit momentarily, there's so much more than first glances would have one imagine from so many people here. What did that mean for the more intimate reaches of everything?
Her face feels like it's burning in the best possible way, and her heart hammers in her chest, leaving her struggling with her words. Once she gets them back together, though, she can't help but ask:
"I don't know what I want, since, um--- outside of my partners, my experience is pretty... limited?"
A beat. Don't say that you want railed. She didn't come with any supplies to do any railing.
At least, not that she knows of yet."What kind of things do you... like to do?"
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Date: 2024-06-11 01:00 am (UTC)Her hands trickle down Pomni's back, and finally stop on the small clown's butt. She squeezes, kneading, teasing...
"...I do have a spot of shapeshifting on the table," Erin adds, thoughtfully. "We could slide into the water, and I can find something fun to rail you with. I like how you feel cuddled up against me like this, Pomni. I wanna hold you and feel your whole body when you cum. So. If you're into penetration at all, the question on the table is -"
"- cock, or tail? I haven't done the tail in awhile..."