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[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.]

[Jester's flushed from head to toe, her deep violet-blue nipples already tight with arousal, tail curling and uncurling near her ankles. She watches Beau get undressed, too, and even though she's seen Beau naked a million times she's never just looked at her, and Beau is really very fucking nice to look at.

Jester lets herself be tugged toward the bed—their bed, and flings herself down onto it, the mattress bouncing beneath her weight as she tugs Beau down on top of her, messy and eager.]

C'mere!

[Beau laughs, climbing on top of her, knee pressed pointedly between her thighs as she kisses her, sloppy and pointed, making her way with little kisses and nips over Jester's neck and collarbones]

Oh hi.

[She scoots the two of them a little further back on the bed, and then tangles her fingers in Beau's hair, moaning as that knee is pressed against her bare cunt. The moan melts into a laugh at the way Beau nips at her collarbone.]

Hi. You're really hot, you know.

[she grins, bites at Jester's collarbone, and then looks up at her, hands drifting over her sides, the softness of her abdomen]

God, fuck, so are you.

[and then, voice a little lower:]

do you know how bad i wanna get my mouth on you, Jester?

[Jester wriggles enticingly in Beau's grasp, grinning up at her, clearly pleased. Beau's voice drops, and so does the pit of her stomach, heat flaring through her at Beau's question. She chews her lower lip into her mouth, staring at Beau with want written all over her face.]

No...but you could show me.

[well, that's about all the encouragement Beau needs, leaning up to kiss Jester's lips again, before kissing her way down her body, nudging her legs apart and kissing and biting at her thighs]

how do you ask, pretty girl?

[Beau is eager and quick to the point, which Jester guesses she should have expected. She whimpers softly as the monk situates herself between her thighs, the muscle beneath them jumping as Beau kisses and nips at the skin there.]

Hhh. Pretty-please?

[no point in fucking around as far as Beau sees it. She runs her hands over Jester's thighs, pressing little teasing kisses close to Jester's cunt, still teasing but with a clear goal in mind.]

Well, since you asked so nicely...

[finally drawing her tongue over Jester's cunt, finding her clit and making slow, teasing circles, looking up at her to make sure she's okay]

[Beau's teasing has Jester nearly writhing by the time she gets her mouth on her properly, and then she lets out a low, breathy whine. Beau's tongue is painting circles around her clit and her mouth is so hot it sucks the breath out of Jester.]

—oh, fuck, Beau!

[Beau hums, pleased with herself. she makes broad stripes with her tongue, drawing them into tight circles around Jester's clit, trying to figure out what she likes best, one strong hand pushing Jester's thighs further apart, the other reaching up, finding her hand.]

[The hand that finds Jester's is strong and reassuring, and Jester curls her fingers through Beau's without a second thought. Her abdomen rises and falls, steady with the bigger lungfuls of air she's taking in as Beau explores between her thighs.

The sounds coming from there are wet and obscene, Beau's lips and tongue meeting her slick cunt, and it causes Jester to shudder, moaning soft and breathless.]

You feel so good...

[the only problem with having her mouth otherwise occupied is that Beau can't reply, tell Jester how good she looks and feels, how amazing the sounds she's making are, how fucking hot she is. Instead, she hums again, pressing her tongue flat against Jester's clit, wiggles a little between her legs, and gives Jester's hand a squeeze.]

[The sudden, more visceral stimulation sends shockwaves of heat straight to her core, pulling a whimper out of Jester as her hips undulate against Beau's mouth. Her fingers squeeze tight around Beau's, and her tail slides up and over the backs of Beau's bare thighs, like every part of her is trying to get closer still.]

[okay, well, she's definitely doing that again. the tail is way too damn hot, and she sighs a little, pressing her hips against the bed to relieve some of her own desperate arousal as she makes sloppy circles with her tongue]

[As Jester melts under Beau's mouth, her tail drifts across Beau's skin distractedly, the flat, heart-shaped spade at the end trailing toward the join of her thighs and her ass cheeks.]

That's so fucking hot, [Jester moans, clutching at Beau's topknot with her free hand, keeping her right where she is.]

[that tail is a tease, and beau wiggles her hips a little against it, releasing Jesters hand to experimentally run her fingers up her thigh, teasing at her entrance, looking up at her for permission]

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