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well I mean I did, but also I've kinda wanted to make out with you, like, this entire time.

Wh—really?

[Jester's head rears back in surprise, her cheeks definitely coloring by now. Is Beau being serious? More importantly, if Beau is being serious, how does Jester even feel about it?]

[beau takes another drink and then reaches over and strokes jester's cheek.]

really, really.

course, if you don't wannnnaaaaaaa, that's okay, we can still have fun.

[Caught off-guard by the gesture, she feels her breath catch in her throat for a second. She'd be lying if she said she'd never thought about it, and Beau is right here...]

...We could try that. And if it's super weird or whatever, no harm no foul?

yeah. we don't ever have to speak of it again.

[she cups jester's face, gently, and brushes their lips together in a kiss. no more thinking, just cute girl kissing.]

[Jester laughs a little, a vague note of nerves behind it, but she doesn't have to be nervous for very long, at least. Beau is closing in on her, their lips meeting, and Jester lets her eyes flutter closed as she lets her head tilt. Beau's lips feel just how she might have imagined a few times, warm and full and ripe with the flavor of tequila. It's not half bad.]

[encouraged by the fact that Jester doesn't immediately pull away and run, she deepens the kiss a little, one hand still cupping the side of her face, the other one getting bold and finding its way to Jester's side. She's all soft and warm, no sharp edges, and she tastes sweet in a way that makes Beau feel a little breathless, so all too soon she has to pull away, searching Jester's face.]

[Beau's hand sliding around her side, and Jester relaxes a little, sighing softly against the monk's mouth as their kiss deepens. Her own hand lands on Beau's knee below the bubbling surface of the water.

When Beau pulls away, Jester blinks a few times, a shy smile breaking across her face.]

I didn't hate that.

[she hopes the relief isn't too visible on her face--trying to play it cool, after all--but she's nonetheless glad not to be rejected outright. it was a real concern.

instead, she laughs a little, catching her breath.]

Me either. Wanna do it again?

[Jester chews her lip for a second, her eyes searching Beau's face for a reaction. She's good at reading Beauregard, good at detecting those little nuances of emotion that she tries so hard to hide, and in response Jester laughs softly and nods.]

Yeah, I'm totally down.

[She says nothing else before leaning back in and kissed Beau square on the mouth, the hand that's not on her knee coming up to cradle the back of Beau's head, the soft, fuzzy shorn sides.]

[Beau melts into it, pulling Jester in closer, tongue brushing against her lower lip softly. The hand on her waist tightens a little, trying to quell her shaking fingers a little. She can't explain her nervousness--it's Jester, after all--but it's there nonetheless.]

[Jester lets her body relax in increments, settling into the rhythm of kissing Beau and allowing the tension to fade from her shoulders. She can feel Beau's fingers trembling a bit, and it prompts the tiefling to loop her arm around Beau's shoulders and pull her in a little closer, her lips parting beneath the swipe of Beau's tongue.]

[she hums a little into the kiss, tongue exploring Jester's mouth, wanting her closer, closer... the hand on her waist finally loosens a little, drifting over her side.

when she finally pulls back, her head is spinning in a way she doesn't think she can attribute to the hot water.]

Uh.

Do you wanna go back to our, uh, room?

[Jester can't deny the warm curl of arousal in the pit of her stomach, especially the way Beau's hand is drifting across her side. When Beau pulls away, Jester sucks in a breath, eyes wide as she stares at Beau. She's a little tipsy, sure. That's fine. This isn't a hard decision to make, because it feels like it's something they both need.]

Yeah. Yeah, let's do that.

[Beau's a little tipsy, too, but she's not Drunk--she knows that this is her making the decision, not the tequila. she gets out of the hot tub first, but only so she can offer Jester a hand out, grinning at her.]

C'mon, pretty girl.

[Head rushing a little as she stands, Jester lets Beau pull her out of the hot tub, feeling exactly how warm her face is against the chilly evening air. She clambers out and down the wood steps, her tail shaking off the water beaded along its length. She pauses, and pulls Beau toward her, just for a second.]

No pressure, right? We can just...enjoy whatever happens?

[Beau holds her close, arms wrapped around her waist. kisses the top of her head.]

Yeah, of course. No pressure. And if you change your mind at any time, we can stop and just cuddle and fall asleep together. Kay?

Okay.

[She leans up and kisses Beau on the cheek, and then takes her hand. Leaves all the cupcakes and the booze for later Jester to clean up, and leads Beau back down the stairs and inside the house. She pauses just for a moment at the door to their shared bedroom, and then grins up at Beau before pushing the door open and stepping inside. It's the first time she's ever been nervous about going to bed with Beau. Imagine that!]

[Beau is trying to ignore how sweaty her hands are and how nervous she feels, just focus on Jester, because when she's focusing on Jester, everything else feels completely right.

Once they're in their room, she backs her against the wall, kissing her harder than she did in the hot tub, one hand cupping the side of her face.]

[Jester hits the wall with a soft mmph against Beau's mouth, her back arching to press herself closer to the monk. Her arms circle around Beau's shoulders, strong and cool and not the least bit uncertain.]

[maybe tomorrow they'll have hesitations or regrets or...something. maybe. but tonight? right now? this feels so completely, utterly right. it feels like exactly where beau is supposed to be. and for once she doesn't have the energy to analyze it, to pick it apart until she ruins it.

instead she just kisses Jester again, presses her body closer, running the hand that isn't tenderly cupping her face up her side again, wanting--needing--to feel all of her.]

[Jester shudders as suddenly Beau is everywhere, pressing close, her hands all-encompassing. They're still in their wet swimsuits, dripping on the floor, but she can't bring herself to care, because it means she can feel so much of Beau's warm skin pressed all up against her. She can't help but moan, pulling back to catch her breath and letting Beau's name fall from her mouth like a plea:]

Beau...

[the way Jester says her name sends sparks through Beau and she shivers, tugging at her swimsuit, needy.]

We--let's get--we need these off, then I need you in that bed.

[A surge of heat goes through Jester, I need you in that bed sending her all warm and shivery for a second, and she tugs at the strings of her swimsuit, the bottoms falling to the floor and joined a moment later by her top. She kisses Beau with heated insistence all the while, but now she pulls back, breathing hard.]

Your turn. [She begins tugging at Beau's swim bottoms, pushing them down the monk's slim, brown hips.]

[Beau stares at Jester like she's the most beautiful thing in the world, drinking her in, and then remembers that she has a job to do, stepping out of her bottoms and eschewing her top, and then, once she's naked, taking Jester's hand and tugging her toward the bed.]

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