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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. ]

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[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.]

[ Two fingers walk their way across her hip as he smiles down at her, the mirth in his eyes warming to attention as he slides a caress down between her slick folds and glides all along her cunt, letting her feel the heat and weight of his fingers. He can almost dip his middle digit inside her walls with the help of her slick from before, added to the new, but he takes his time teasing her instead and traces her hot skin in circles.

He rubs lightly over her clit, nudging at the hooded pearl with a slippery thumb. ]

I've never known you to feel this hot.

[ Kisses roam under her ear, across her neck. ]

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[A whimper escapes her as Fjord finally, finally touches her. It’s been a long time since she started picturing this, and now finally she can let herself enjoy the attention, arching her hips up into his touch and jerking when his thumb brushes over her clit.]

Your fault, [she moans, shuddering at the slick slide of his fingers.]

Happy to take responsibility.

[ She's so sensitive. He can't look away from her face when that first finger slips inside, forcing her walls to take its length in shallow pumps until his knuckle rests against her hot skin, the slow way he gives her an imitation of being fucked experimental to find all the right angles. ]

You're so cute like this.

[Jester sucks in a breath as Fjord's finger, so much bigger and thicker than her own, slides into her with ease. She's had her own fingers, three of them, she's tried other toys before, but nothing really compares to having another person with her, touching her. She gnaws at her lower lip, trying to stifle the smile that comes with his compliment and failing at it. Instead, she lets out a blissful sigh, her tail coming around to wrap around Ford's waist, keeping him close.]

Don't stop, okay?

Wasn't planning on it.

[ He settles on his bent arm a little more comfortably and kisses his way down her neck, annoyed at her clothes for still being a thing but not about to strip her naked. Two fingers fill her when he judges from her squirming that Jester is ready, stretching her a little more, getting a little deeper, and he makes sure she can feel every inch rubbing along her walls. ]

[Don't worry, Fjord, Jester is more than done with her dress, her fingers already working at the buttons that line the front down to the waist and then pushing the straps off her shoulders. Fjord's second finger pulls a moan out of her, dizzied by the way he stretches her open, her head bowing backward against the pillow.]

Mmh—so good, [comes her shaky voice.]

[ He can't help much with the divesting of the dress but the unbuttoned front suddenly presents access to her chest and he mouths his way across the top of her breasts, leaving a hot trail over her bra and slipping his tongue beneath lace. She's taking two fingers so well, he rewards that with a firm roll of his thumb over her clit, wetness making every touch easy. ]

You weren't kidding about dripping down here.

[ That's why he starts fucking her, fingers imitating a cock as he begins working her open around them, his wrist smeared in her slick against the heat of her cunt. He reckons she needs it. ]

[Fjord's mouth on the flushed skin of her chest is exactly what she wanted; her breasts heave with each breath, nipples already stiff enough to show through the lace cups of her bra. His comment draws a laugh out of her.]

I'm half-Water Genasi, so—!

[Her hips start to roll upward to meet the thrusts of Fjord's hand, eager to feel as much as she can, to soak in every little sensation.]

[ His laughter rumbles against the soft pillow of her chest. ]

We'll need a new blanket?

[ It's all well and good for Jester but Fjord wants to get involved for his own part too, more so than just showing her the ropes; he can do that and indulge his own curiosity. His fingers slip free without warning as she starts to rock up and he climbs between her legs, wiping his hand off on the sheets as he parts her dress and reseals kisses to her breasts, fingertips teasing her clit. ]

I'm going to use my mouth on you, unless you have any objections.

[ Trailing his tongue down between blue mounds. ]

It's fine, [She insists, whining a little at the loss of his fingers but more than happy with his proposed alternative; Jester squirms a little bit at the teasing fingertips, and then shakes her head vigorously.]

No objections at all. Are you going to show me what I've been missing out on~?

[ The teasing gets a look, challenge accepted. ]

You bet I am.

[ Fjord's no nonsense approach is to grab a pillow and pull it under Jester's hips so she's even further exposed, skirt flung up as Fjord sits back and takes a look at what he was imagining when downstairs. She's violet and a little pink where her body has flushed, shining with slick, and he inadvertently licks his lips. He feels a low noise like a growl lodge in his throat. ]

You can hold onto my hair, if you need to.

[ The cocky words muffle as he settles down to lick a long, flat stripe, the salty taste of her consuming his senses as his tongue parts her folds this time, lips lightly sucking. ]

[He's so good at taking charge, Jester thinks with a note of pride as he rearranges the pillows and her limbs to his satisfaction; before she quite knows it she's spread open for him, watching him gaze down at her hungrily like she's a whole Hero's Feast all for him.]

Okay. [Her voice comes out in a near-whisper that melts into a low, pleased moan as his tongue meets her dripping folds, parting them, drawing a series of blissed-out sounds from her mouth.]

Oh, fuck. [It's almost a laugh, surprised at just how good it feels compared to how she'd always imagined. How good he looks, framed by her plump blueberry thighs. One hand does push into his hair, not grabbing tight just yet, but just settling there comfortably.]

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