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Of course. You can tell me anything.

[Her tail flips over her hip, draping across Fjord's stomach reassuringly.]

[ Patting that tail, he tilts his head to see her. ]

When you said you hadn't had anyone ever ... go down on you, and then you said you wished someone would hit you up on the network, I had this vision of a faceless guy getting between your legs and I wanted to rip his fucking arms off, [ wait!! ] and I know that's hideously possessive but ...

[ He looks apologetic. ]

I hated the thought of you going to a stranger.

[She just stares at him for a moment, and then, improbably, she laughs.]

Fjord. You are just so silly.

[She reaches out, carefully, to rest her palm on his jawline, expression fond.]

When I said someone, I was talking about you. You're really bad at picking up hints. [taps his nose!] Random people really isn't my style.

What? Oh. No, I know we were talking about me at one point! All of them, really? Shit.

[ He pouts under the touch to his face, blinking as the realisation hits. Gods. ~~Why is he so fucking low on wisdom!~~ ]

Well! Good to know I'm jealous of myself. [ He brings up her tail to bap Jester lightly on the nose, expression softening. ] You're far better at sharing than I am.

Yes, really!

[It's incredible how much she still likes him, despite how incredibly dense he can be! Jester scoffs as he dares bap her with her own tail, and the appendage draws back sharply with an answering smack to his titty.]

I'm getting better at it, [she admits.] Did you know that when you first slept with Avantika, I drew her in my sketchbook getting all, like, stabbed with knives and stuff?

Ouch!

[ The titty!! He covers it with his hand, rubbing sorrowfully. When will people treat his nips right. ]

That's what she deserved from the get-go, I don't blame you. She was ... intense. [ Thinking back, he wrinkles his nose. ] I don't particularly like being pushed around.

[Jester's hand covers the one on his chest, rubbing soothingly.]

I can imagine. It sounds like you had to give yourself over quite a lot for us. I'm sorry you had to do that.

I've been doing it here for months, Jester. [ His fingers lace with hers. ] On my first day I was so hungry that I ate food off the automatons and it turned out to be an aphrodisiac, so I had Molly use one of his Blood Hunter spells on me because I was having a panic attack about being forced to have sex. I never wanted to sleep with anyone ... but, well. None of that matters now.

We just need to get everyone home safely.

Oh, Fjord...

[She curls a little closer, her fingers laced tight in his. That sounds terrifying and unbearable; she thinks back to how powerless she had felt when they’d been kidnapped by the Iron Shepherds. This, what Fjord is describing, sounds way worse.]

You don’t ever have to do things you don’t want to. Not with me or with anyone.

I do them because it doesn't matter how I feel at the time, not as long as we escape, and I think we will. Besides, [ his smile quirks as it returns and he glances down, chagrined, ] I found out I had good people around me who wanted to help, eventually. I'm okay.

[ He rolls onto his side and rests his forehead closer to hers, unable to really do so with her horns but enjoying the intimacy anyway. ]

Sometimes it's overwhelming, knowing that the first thing anyone on this island thinks when they look at you is whether you'll be any good in bed. It's ... super gross.

[ Trying to make light of it. ]

Good. I'm glad you're okay.

[She's pleased when he moves a little closer, moving her horn and ignoring the puff of air and accompanying sound that means she's stabbed her pillow again.]

Yeah, that's pretty gross. You're starting to sound like me, you know.

[Her voice is soft, now, softer than it ever is.]

If anyone is gross to you, I'll murder them.

Now you sound like me, I guess we're even.

[ His arms slides around her waist to pull her in for a cuddle, since they might as well after jerking off like dumb teenagers in separate rooms. ]

If you do get ... partners here, I won't be a dick about it. I want to say that.

That's good. Do you want me to stay away from, you know, your people?

[She laughs.] I can't see myself going for Molly, he's way too much like a brother, so you don't have to worry about that.

No, I don't ... I don't mind when it's us. The Nein. And Vax.

[ He has to smile at that, since it's a moot point now.]

I was just surprised when you told me about you two, that's all. I'm not going to start wailing on the rooftop with the Star Razor if you want to make out with Caleb, I understand the allure.

Okay.

[She looks at him for a moment, torn, and then bursts into laughter, wriggling in his arms.]

Fjord, come on. I highly doubt Caleb would want to make out with me.

He respects you a lot, I don't know what he thinks about smooching [ waggling his brows, ] but he'd be mad to say no to you.

[Jester giggles again, shrugging.]

If you say so. [But that brings to mind the more pressing matters at hand, i.e. how very close her face is to Fjord's right now. One of her fangs presses into her lower lip.]

Hey, Fjord? Would it...be okay if I kissed you?

[ His face warms, lighting up in the creases of his eyes. Fjord nods. ]

Please.

Okay.

[Watching his face change is like feeling a ray of sun hit her face on a sunny afternoon. She smiles, leaning in carefully, and then finally bridges the gap between them, catch Fjord's mouth in a way that's far more familiar for her than it will be for him.]

[ He always thought he would be the one kissing her but it feels so nice not to have to worry about overstepping any bounds and to be the kissed. Jester's lips are soft and he cups her cheek to brush away her short hair, tilting his head into a better position. His heart isn't doing the insane triptych dance it did when he used to think about this, not with Jester over him and her warmth at his side in the safety of her bed, cosied up together; he feels peaceful, like it's obvious he belongs here. He doesn't panic with her.

His mouth opens and his tusks are unveiled, a brief lick across her lips given to test the waters. ]

[Beside him, Jester sort of melts into his arms, reassured by how relaxed he is, how nice and natural it all feels. A month of missing him is immediately gone from her mind. Her fingers stroke at his beard, just at the edge of his jawline, and as his lips part she follows suit without hesitation, her tongue darting out to catch his lip and then run gently across one of his tusks.

And for perhaps the first time, she kisses him and thinks only about Fjord. Oskar is a thousand miles away, in the pages of a book where he belongs.]

[ Melting into the kisses as they deepen with easy breaths and unhurried eagerness, he leans up and guides her to lie back in the bed. His fingers pick her horn free from the pierced pillow and he grins against her lips, recapturing them as Fjord settles more comfortably on a bent arm.

A hand glides up and down her waist, sliding down to curl in her skirt. ]

[It feels as natural as breathing, the way he guides her back, unsticks her horn from her pillow, and drags a hand down her waist. Letting out a contented sigh against his mouth, Jester crooks one knee, cradling his hip but also allowing him a little easier access, if you will! Meanwhile, she lets her arms settle around Fjord's ribcage, warm and comfortable.]

[ It could be because they know each other other so well or that the trust between them is never questioned, it's in their blood to take care of each other by now, that this all feels so easy yet still has butterflies pleasantly fluttering in his stomach, breaking the kiss to take more down the curve of her throat. His beard brushes along blue skin and he's careful not to let his tusks nip (yet!), mouthing his way along the elegant blue curve of Jester's neck and back up again, just because he can and he wants her to know what it feels like to be loved after a month of stress.

Her skirt slips down when he trails a hand up her bent knee and he scoops up nothing at her hip, no fabric under a brushing thumb. It fires up his latent arousal, reminding him of his own erection with a throb of want between his legs. No panties.

When he looks down at her his slit pupils are dark saucers. ]

I want to touch you, Jessie. Are you ready for that?

[ He asks just in case, because doing this remotely is very different to being with someone in person, and she deserves any out she needs. ]

Edited 2021-06-02 08:11 (UTC)

[The glide of Fjord’s hand up her hip sets Jester on fire all over again. She’s been soaking in his attentions like a sponge, letting out happy sighs as he kisses down her neck, but now he’s pausing, oh-so-considerate and Jester just smiles, committing the look on his face to memory. Without hesitating, she nods.]

Yeah, I’m ready. [Experimentally, she squeezes her thighs together and is reminded all over again of how very wet she still is, remnants of her previous orgasm mingling with fresh arousal.]

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