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Homestuck: The Trickster and the Thief [Ahren and Resident Homestuck]

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Vriska: Experiment a little

You give a grin of satisfaction, feeling him prodding lightly at your entrance, your words having proven yet again to be quite effective at getting him to do it already. “Begging? Me? Nice try, Egbert.” The soft growl rising in your throat is quickly subdued by his lips coming down on yours again, and you eagerly return the kiss, pressing up against him, a wordless encouragement.

The by-now-familiar look in his eyes after he pulls back from the kiss and looks down at you is all the warning you need at this point to predict exactly when he’s going to move again. In perfect sync with his sudden thrust into you, you rock your hips up to meet him, letting out a breathless groan as you fit together perfectly yet again, like two puzzle pieces made for each other. Somewhere deep inside of you, he’s reached the extent of your passage, neither of you able to go any further than you are now.

Settling comfortably into his tight embrace, you keep still, watching his hand come closer and brush aside a piece of hair that’s hair that had fallen into your eyes at some point, unblocking your view of him. You feel the hand keep going, running through your long, messy mane of hair, significantly tousled from a long night. There are a few tangles in your hair, but they easily loosen when resisted. Another soft moan escapes you as he starts to rub your horn, the motions of his hand pulling several gasping breaths from you. Even compared to the incredible pleasure of feeling him slam into you, the sensitivity of your horns makes attentions like this send shivers down your spine.

You laugh a little at his next words, pulling him a little closer, holding him a little tighter against you. Mornings have never been a great time for you either. But you guess you’ll just have to become a morning person. This is definitely worth it. Little gasps and grunts mix with his as his rhythm and speed picks up, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through you. You lean your entire body into returning the kiss, both of your hands sneaking to the back of his head to pull him in closer, eagerly sucking and nipping at his tongue.

After a little while, you pull back just enough so that you’re able to look at him, your face flushed a deep blue from a mixture of exertion and lust. “Remember when I asked you if you’ve ever been on top and you obviously hadn’t?” you say with a mischievous grin, just barely brushing your lips against his. With a sudden movement, you push him to the side, using the brief momentum to roll on top of him mid-thrust, settling on top of him with a smirk. “I never have either.” You shift just the slightest bit on him, feeling him move inside you as you do. “There’s a first time for everything, I suppose.”

Reaching for his hands, your fingers tangle tightly with his as you wrap your legs halfway around him, catching his lips with yours again for a heated kiss. “Y’know, believe it or not, it just might be more fun the other way,” you concede, grinning down at him. “The bed’s softer than you are.”
 
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John: Enjoy new position

You can't help but grin with satisfaction any time a moan escapes her. If the incredible sensation of thrusting inside Vriska wasn't enough (it was), knowing she was getting just as much pleasure certainly made the moment exponentially more exciting. For similar reasons you adore it when she grips you tighter, pulls you closer. You don't care if she scratches you up or draws blood. You want her to feel free to be as fierce as she wants. You crave making her growl and scream like an animal. The only regret you have is that you don't have more hands so you can lovingly fondle every point of her horns and every curve of her breasts and just generally every inch of her body while you slam into her. If only you could have retrieved more arms from the chest.

You groan softly as she grips your head, pulling you into a ferocious kiss, surrendering your tongue to her with no argument. When she eventually pulls back you gaze at her like she's a work of art. The shade of blue tinting her face is much more appealing than any art you've ever laid eyes upon, though, because in a way you caused it and normally the other art you're responsible is low effort and crappy. You'll put every ounce of effort you have into Vriska and then some; She deserved it and you believed that undeniably. Suddenly she mentions something familiar, but all you can manage is a weak nod in response. Without warning she exerts some surprising strength, flipping you onto your back so she's on top, flashing you that irresistible fanged smile of hers. You look into her eyes affectionately, knowing that she was trying this new position for your sake. A slight gasp escapes you when she shifts on top of you and instantly you begin to move your hips to urge even further friction between you.

"Hah... V-Vriska, you're fucking incredible..." You smirk and then groan as she clutches your body with her legs and your hands with her own. You instantly entwine your fingers with hers tightly as if you hadn't held hands with her in years. The kiss she offers you is also quite welcome and you feel yourself instinctively arching your back to press into her as much as possible. When she pulls back to imply her reduced comfort in this position you can't help but chuckle somewhat roughly. "Y-you saying you don't like the fact that I'm hard?" You utter between shuddering breaths, grinning as you grind against her hips with yours. "Cause if the past night with you has taught me anything it's that you're quite fond of me that way..."

You can feel her untamed hair flowing softly brushing against your sides which is a welcome gentleness compared to the power behind your movements. Eventually you release her hands to slide your hands across her back, nails raking against her skin as you go, and down to her hips, gripping them tightly to help them move more in synch against you. Both of you now rock against each other, matching movements in a way that makes you go as deep as you can with every thrust. You free one hand momentarily to grip the back of her head and pull her into another passionate kiss. You reluctantly break a few long moments later to let out another soft moan at a particularly heavy movement. You weren't sure you were ever truly alive until you got to experience this immense pleasure, and you're eternally thankful you get to share it with Vriska. There had been an initial worry in the back of your mind that the first time you did this would be the best because it was new, but the ecstasy you feel now is just as intense as it was then, if not more. The pleasure is building up quickly now and the strength of her hips coming down on yours with the assistance of gravity is only making things accelerate.

Eventually you lock your deep blue eyes onto Vriska and push her up so she's sitting perfectly vertical on you. You take a few moments to admire her from this position, gazing up at her gently heaving breasts during her deep breaths. She had claimed not to be, but you were still convinced she was a goddess. Nothing could be more beautiful and exquisite as she was right now. You soon sit up to join her, your arms wrapping around her to continue assisting her movements while your fingers dig into her back. You let out another hoarse grunt while providing another rough buck of the hips. You knew you were close and you fixate on her lustful eyes to see if she was as well. You always were going to made sure she came, no matter what. "God, I love you so much, Vriska..." You whisper, feeling your heavy breathing align with hers as you lean in to rain kisses upon her neck and shoulder.
 
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Vriska: Succumb to that feeling of perfection

You laugh a little at John's deliberate misinterpretation of your small complaint, having seen it coming from the moment the words left your mouth. “See, there's a difference.” Pushing yourself up a little with your elbows on either side of his head, you smirk at him. “I'm totally fine with the fact that you're hard. But aside from that part of you, the bed is much more comfortable.”

A shiver runs through your body at the touch of his nails moving down your back, exciting the delicate skin and making your back arch slightly. Every single time any part of him touches you, it leaves a tingling trail, glowing warm where his skin comes into contact with yours. Even when you aren't in the bedroom he has that effect on you. But now, in your position, the sensation of his hands on your hips feels like there's a blazing fire nested just under your skin, spreading further the longer his hands stay where they are. You're pleased to discover that the advantages to this new angle by far outweigh the (very) slight discomfort of staying on top of him. When you're positioned like this, for some reason, the shock of pleasure accompanying the thrusts is increased even more than it was before. You return the kiss he offers without hesitation, the slightest vibration of a groan bubbling up against his lips.

After several moments, the familiar feeling rising inside you starts to become more noticeable, and instinctively you look back at John, knowing by now he must be feeling it too. You push off the bed with his help, now sitting directly on top of his hips, looking down at him, waiting. He stares for a good several seconds before finally coming up to join you in your sitting position. Immediately, you mirror his movement, quickly pulling him into a hug – or maybe he pulls you into a hug. It's hard to tell which of you initiated. Not tight enough that you can't see him, though. Through a few stray locks of hair that escaped while you were leaning over him, you fix him with a look, the one that you know he knows the meaning of by now. And it works. You can feel his grip digging into the skin of your back, but at this point you don't even register any pain, if there even is any. Another sharp movement inside you pulls a heavy gasp from you, your arms around him clenching down tighter, nails lightly scratching at his skin, taking care not to break it.

Your lips curve a little with a smile as you let your head loll a little to one side, just contentedly soaking in the attention from his lips. “You'd better love me, or I'd end up very inconvenienced by the unrequited flush crush,” you reply with a grin, bringing one of your hands up to run through his hair. It may not be as long as your wild mane of black hair is, but it's soft, it's warm, and most importantly, it's the easiest part of John you can reach at the moment.

You sift through his hair for a few moments before loosely grabbing a handful of it and coaxing his head back from your shoulder to look at you. You bump against his hips with yours, and he moves in you, brushing against your hypersensitive passage with enough force to make you press your forehead against his in an attempt to keep quiet. Despite your apparent opposition to making noise, you grind against him harder, the need building up to the point where you must finish soon, there is no other option. Just the feeling of his warm body pressed this closely against yours makes it incredibly frustrating to wait any longer.

As suddenly as it had previous times, the climax takes you by surprise as your hips collide with his one more time and you lean your head down to rest on his shoulder. Your body automatically tenses and relaxes at the same time, your slightly blue-tinted fluids spilling out around him with a rush of ecstasy for the third time this night...or morning. Involuntarily, you bite down to muffle the half-scream that escapes you, your fangs accidentally sinking into the skin of his shoulder while you ride it out.
 
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John: Reach long-awaited climax

You think you hear yourself chuckle at Vriska's response, but it's hard to tell with your heart beating so heavily in your ears. It was just the sort of response you'd expect from her, and you found it incredibly endearing. You had to imagine that Vriska having an unrequited crush on someone could be bad for their health, so it was indeed a very good thing that you loved her so much. That thought alone, that you loved her, was thrilling in itself. That feeling sustained you now. Kept you alive. She was perfect in every way, as far as you were concerned, and you sigh happily as you feel her grasp your hair to pull your gaze back to hers. You look deeply into her eyes as her forehead meets yours and just watch her. You couldn't really form any coherent thoughts or words anymore but you hoped your expression properly conveyed just how amazing she was making you feel. The bliss of sinking deep into her body was unlike nothing else and you wanted to cherish every second with her. That familiar feeling was reaching the edge by now, and you clutch her back harder with every passing moment.

Your hips slam against hers even harder now with an audible sound of slick, slapping skin. A low growl accompanies your somewhat feral grunts as you fuck her faster, longing to feel her moment of release so you can join her with yours. You admire the dampening hair fluttering in front of her eyes making her look particularly wild and untamed at this moment. Right now, neither of you had to care about anything but continuing the motions of moving against each other. You're so close now that your cock feels thicker and harder than ever, pulsing against her searing hot walls with every slight movement. Being inside her feels so good that you're amazed you don't finish instantly the moment you enter her, but you're thankful you don't because seeing and hearing the pleasure she's receiving from you is just as exciting as how it makes you feel to give it. Your hands roam her back thoroughly, massaging and grasping at her skin with an intense hunger, desperate to touch any part of her they can find.

Vriska's head then moves to your shoulder as her noises grow louder, and the next thing you sense is her passage spasm with a rush of her hot juices. Her climactic scream is muffled by your skin as she bites down into you and sending a warm sting of pain jolting through you. Strangely it's this that brings you to the peak and you groan sharply as your mind floods with the heights of pleasure accented by a spice of pain. If you had control of your thoughts right now you'd wonder if you were weird for liking it as much as you did, but as it is all you can do is run a hand to the back of her head and clutch it tightly as your own climax slams to the surface from your depths. Your bulging cock surges numerous powerful streams of fluid into her, one after another, coating her insides completely. Your entire body shudders with a fantastic sense of tranquility as the warm pulses pass through you and begin to slowly subside.

You run your fingers through her hair for a minute as you both try to manage your heavy, ragged breaths. The moment of silence is perfect for you both to just sit there, wrapped in the tightest embrace still connected at the hips, and enjoy knowing you just experienced perfection with your lover. Once your chests stop heaving so strongly you pull back just a bit so you can brush the hair out of her eyes again, smiling as you look into them affectionately. "Hey beautiful..." You whisper before leaning in to kiss her deeply, easily tasting your own blood on her lips which you don't seem to mind at all. You slowly lay back on the bed, wrapping your arms around her again as you pull her with you without breaking the kiss.

After a good long while you separate your lips and stare into her eyes once again, grinning a rather satisfied grin. "Wonder if we do this enough we can reach a new level of God Tier." You inquire. "Probably only one way to find out, huh?"

You pull her back into another kiss, shivering a bit as you still move slightly inside her. "But I suppose the others would get worried if they never saw us again... We should spend some time with them, you know, for their sake..."
 
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Vriska: Emerge into metaphorical sunlight

Your fangs dig a little more into John’s shoulder, bringing forth several more drops of blood as you feel him unload directly into you, filling you with streams of his hot seed. After a few seconds, when both of you have finished, you pull your fangs from where they’re embedded in his skin, gliding your tongue over the twin puncture marks where you bit him to lick up the extra blood still leaking from the cuts.

You let your breathing slow down and steady gradually, the soothing feeling of his fingers tugging through your hair helping tremendously to calm you down. It takes a good minute or so for your pulse to finally slow to the point where you can’t hear it pounding in your ears any more or feel it pounding against your ribcage as it was just a few moments ago. Your hair tumbles into your face again as you pull back to look at him, blocking your view with a thin screen of black. He’s quick to clear the offending hair, clearing your vision so you can meet his eyes, all eight of your pupils focused on him. Tightening your grip on him, you lean forward to return the offered kiss, somehow ending up on top of him again, nipping softly at his lip. Suddenly he feels very comfortable to lie on, and at this point you’d be happy to stay like this forever.

“I guess we’ll just have to find out then,” you reply, grinning back at him. After another long kiss, you half-sit up, looking down at him a little regretfully. “Yeah, we should, I guess. They’d probably come looking for us if we didn’t show up anywhere today.” You lean down for one more kiss, then reluctantly pull yourself off him and out of bed, wrapping yourself in one of his clean sheets. “But hey, on the bright side, at least we have something to look forward to for later....” You flash him a sly smile before slipping out of the room, snagging your clothes and shoes in one hand.

When you’re back in your room, you take a quick shower and dress yourself, again in your trademark black T-shirt with your cerulean sign on it and dark blue jeans. Looking at your collection of clothes, it’s actually kind of funny how the only clothes you own are your God Tier robes, your FLARPing outfit, and your normal T-shirt and jeans. And you don’t even wear anything but your normal clothes, so it’s almost as if you never change your clothes at all. Which, technically, you don’t. Now fully dressed, you stand in front of the full-length mirror on your bathroom door, just staring at yourself. Even with a shower, your hair is now a complete mess, even more wild than it normally is, and it’s easily obvious what you’ve been doing for the last ten hours or so. You quickly yank a brush through the snarls in your hair, returning it to its normal, still wild state.

You're soon enough convinced that you look like your normal self, aside from the dark blue bruise still on your neck, but that’s concealed easily enough by your hair. As long as you don’t run into Terezi and she doesn’t come too close if you do, it’ll go unnoticed. Halfway through the door, you realize you forgot something. You turn around and open a small hidden drawer in the nightstand by your bed, revealing two blue octahedral dice, which you stuff into your pocket. You grin a little to yourself as you wonder if it’s the previous night that’s gotten you distracted enough to nearly forget to bring your dice with you, something you do whenever you leave your room. Even after two years, you still wouldn’t trust some people on the meteor with your life. Wouldn’t hurt to keep your weapons close at hand, just in case.

You remember to lock your door, punching in the eight-character sequence and testing the button that opens the door to make sure it’s locked. Satisfied, you turn and walk down the hallway, hands shoved into your pockets. Even though it’s been a few weeks and nobody’s directly attacked you or your relationship, verbally or physically, nobody’s directly spoken to you either unless you speak to them, which you rarely do. When John’s not around you still sometimes slip into your old habits of wandering the halls on your own. It’s actually not that bad, provided you stay away from the rooms that are practically made of chalk dust by now. Your distrust of all but one person on the meteor, not counting the eccentric Mayor, seems to be mutual, if unvoiced. So you content yourself to watch everyone from afar, sometimes noticed, sometimes not. Right now, however, you just walk around like you used to, poking aimlessly down several familiar hallways just to see some familiar "scenery."
 
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John: Communicate with Strider

Your eyes fixate on Vriska, wrapped in a sheet and seductively exiting your room with a smile that nearly made you want to faint with pure, unfiltered happiness. Yeah, you could definitely say you had something to look forward to later. Why couldn't later be now? You take a moment to just collapse back onto your bed and laugh. You had just spent the night and the morning making love to the most beautiful woman ever to exist and she was yours and best of all, there was more to come. At least you hoped there was. Please let there be more. Life literally could not get better than this. Of that you were convinced.

A fair amount of time passes where you just lay on your bed, replaying the night and morning over and over in your head. You likely could spend the rest of the day just doing that, but you feel your stomach growl and you're finally broken from your trance. You did say you'd go see your friends and remind them that you do indeed exist. You'd do just that... while getting some food in the meantime. You decide a quick shower is in order first, though upon stepping in you're already remembering the previous time you occupied that space. You're not sure you could ever take a shower there again without losing yourself in a glorious memory for at least a few minutes. You try not to waste too much time.

About an hour later you enter the room with the alchemiter, whistling a nondescript tune. One of the first things you notice is a pair of shoes lounged over the back of the sofa, and attached to them are Dave Strider who appears to be watching a movie while upside down.

"Hey Dave! What are you watching?" You inquire, tilting your head to try and mimic his viewpoint.

"The Room. It's essentially the Picasso of cinema. At first it looks abstract and shitty but if you look at it a certain way it becomes fucking beautiful like a sunset in space."

"Is that way upside down?" You respond with a raised eyebrow. You're not certain how any movie could be improved with that. You know better than to ask how a sun would set in space.

"No. The way is ironically. I'm sitting like this because fuck it who gives a shit."

"Ironically... like... puppets?" You narrow your eyes, casting suspicion upon Dave's ironic enjoyment after his puppet fiascoes.

"N-no." Dave shoots back instantly, almost breaking for a split second but quickly regaining his composure. "Not like puppets. Just watch, okay?"

You proceed to the fridge, grabbing a few slices of cold pizza. The breakfast of champions.

"Who is this guy? Why does he sound so funny? Why do they seem to like football so much?" You immediately begin to ramble. Dave's facepalms almost instantly.

"Egbert, you're not supposed to ask- Woah shit..." Dave pauses as he stares at you, or at least you assume he is beneath the shades. You pause, pizza still half in your mouth to stare back at him.

"What...?"

"You got lucky." He says, completely deadpan.

You try not to choke on the pizza. "Wh-what?!"

"It's written all over your face. Goddamn, Egbert. With Vriska Serket, no less." Dave now sounds legitimately impressed, and you can't help but blush profusely.

"Wow, dude! This... this totally isn't your business!"

"If that doesn't deserve a concealed fatherly card I don't know what does. Maybe one hidden inside her troll tunnel? How hard did you really look anyway? Well I guess you would have found it one way or another... Dick papercuts."

"Agh, stop! That's just so wrong! Everything you just said there! I'm not talking about this with you!"

"So you did then. Oh man, wait until Rose hears about this. I'm sure it'll be a prime motherfucking cut of therapeutic analysis. Weird, dorky dude with thick-ass glasses and the icy spider girl who doesn't take shit from anyone. Somehow the perfect match."

You sigh heavily.

Be Terezi

You are now Terezi Pyrope.

Your soft footsteps and cane echo through the empty hallways as you return from playing some human game with Karkat. Despite your handicap you still managed to beat him and it was absolutely adorable how he managed to hold in his intense rage. You knew better. You could smell his blood bubbling beneath his skin, especially when you encouraged him to keep trying and that he'd get the hang of it someday. Oh how easy he was to tease.

A familiar scent soon grazes your nostrils and you grin that wicked grin of yours. Vriska appears at the other end of the hallway though you don't change your pace or your direction. You walk toward her, noticing something else in the air, and then pass her by. You allow her a few moments to think she had gotten past you without any comment or conversation until you stop in your tracks, the cane and footstep sounds coming to a halt.

"So, Vriska..." You call out, turning your head slightly to look at her behind you. "Was I right?" You inquire with a disturbingly innocent tone. You had a feeling she'd remember that conversation you had about her relationship with John a month or so back.
 
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Vriska: Have awkward social encounter

Strangely enough, you don’t pass anyone in the halls for the first half hour or so. You assume everyone must be either still sleeping or being normal or out on sappy double dates or something boring like that. But they all know not to mistake your recent good mood for general friendliness, so maybe you’re just being avoided.

You’re almost too busy considering possible reasons why you haven’t seen anyone yet to notice that someone has indeed shown up on the other end of the hallway. Your ears pick up the slightest sound, the padding of feet on the floor along with something harder tapping against the floor. One of your hands automatically goes to the pocket of your jeans, where your eight dice are nestled comfortably in the small pocket, the tip of your index finger brushing against the tip of one. Glancing up from where you were previously looking down at the floor, you see Terezi coming towards you from the other end of the hall, seemingly unperturbed by your appearance. In fact, she doesn’t seem to have noticed you at all, which would be very convenient. Had it been almost anyone else, you would have let your guard down. But if a close relationship like the one you had with her more than a sweep ago could turn sour so easily, then the tense relationship you have with her now could be just as dangerous. So you continue in silence, looking straight ahead while stealing a few furtive glances at her out of the corner of your eye as she draws nearer. Then you pass her, without a word, without her stopping you for anything, without anything.

Several seconds after you pass each other, the other set of footsteps slows and stops abruptly, and you stop too, knowing that the hope of her just ignoring you and walking away never really had much of a chance of happening. You don’t turn around; you already know what she’s going to say before she says it. Seeing any change in her expression isn’t necessary for you to know exactly what’s running through her mind. Knowing her, she can probably smell every last thing that’s happened in the last twelve hours just in that brief moment of passing you.

At the question, although it was phrased and delivered seemingly innocently enough, you know that she knows your mind is now flashing back to nearly a month ago to your conversation with her in a hallway similar to this one. The one that ended rather uncomfortably for you, since you nearly spouted the gist of your insecurities to the one person you’d hate the most to hear it. Though what’s more uncomfortable is the particular point in the conversation she’s referring to. Of course she was right. But the sheer pure innocence of the question is enough to irritate you at least a little.

“That, Terezi, is really none of your concern, is it?” You turn around to face her, and even as you form the diffident reply, you know that just the tone of your voice and your mostly sleepless state gives away your true response far too easily. You grimace just a little, attempting to conceal your mistake with an indifferent scowl. For a moment you consider retorting with the classic “so what if you were right” reply, but you wisely refrain from it, knowing that it would only make her delight at being right more insufferable and kind of unbearable.

“Don’t think I can’t practically hear the gears in that thinkpan of yours racing along there. It doesn’t make a difference whether I tell you one thing or another; either way, you’ll come to the same conclusion. Maybe you’ll be right and maybe you’ll be wrong, but it won’t stop you from coming to that conclusion, will it?”

“Tell me then, do you think you were right?” You raise an eyebrow at her curiously, actually genuinely curious, though slightly wary of the response. Would she tease you about it, or would she just shrug and say she expected it anyway? With Terezi, you never do know what to expect.
 
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Terezi: Actually talk to Vriska for a change

Your grin widens like a shark that had cornered its prey as soon as Vriska talks, the lethargy in her voice quite telling even without considering the words accompanying it. You turn to face her, resting both hands upon your cane as you stand it in front of you. Of course you were right, but she still tries to dance around the truth, instead questioning you instead. It seemed so futile to play this circular question game.

"Hmmmmmmmmm let's see what the coin thinks? Heads- I'm right. Scratch- You're angry and unsatisfied." You reach into your pocket, pulling out the familiar coin. You carefully observe Vriska's presence with your nose and ears, knowing that she could be on guard and hostile seeing this coin again. After all, the last time she did she was stabbed by you shortly after reading the result. The small disk twirls in the air, seemingly in slow motion, but with a sudden movement you swipe it out of the air, closing your hand around it and immediately shoving it back in your pocket.

"Psyche! Hehehe. Oh, Vriska. I don't need eyes to know the look you're giving me right now. But if you're pining black for me, don't bother, because I don't feel the same way."

You laugh somewhat maniacally as you take a few slow steps back toward the blueblooded Troll, though as you get closer your smile begins to fade.

"As a matter of fact I do think I'm right and, as hard as it may be to believe, I'm happy for you. Maybe you'll finally unwind a bit. I didn't blame you for being distant at first. I tried to kill you, but I did it to save the rest of us. I may not have shown it, but I was rather relieved when I realized you weren't dead.

But that doesn't change what I did, so feel free to hate me all you like. Maybe you should try to stop hating the others, though. Karkat was a douchebag to you when John got here because he was angry at himself. He knew another romance was looming on the horizon while he was still alone. Karkat pissing people off because of his own faults is a shocking turn of events, I'm sure! You both used to sort of get along. I think he wants to apologize for that but you know how stubborn he can be. Remind you of anyone? You and Kanaya used to be friends, too. Dave seems to think you're not so bad either since John can't stop smiling like an idiot when you're around, and I'm sure the Mayor would like you if you stopped glaring at him all the time.

All I'm saying is maybe it's time to stop feeling sorry for yourself and try to repair some of your other relationships. If not for yourself, then for John's sake. They're his friends and right now he's having trouble dividing his time. He might not have told you, but he feels terrible that you wander the halls alone when he's hanging out with them. Maybe you've told him you like it, and that you're fine, but you should know John by now. He'll always worry about you because he cares. A familiar looking girl in a dream told me something not too long ago. In order for us to move forward and reach our ultimate reward, we have to allow ourselves a chance to heal. To move past old wounds and regrets. It sounded kinda weird at first, but I realized she was right. I regret that I tried to kill you without looking for another way first. Maybe you should move past your regrets, too. We're all that's left. If our race has any chance of survival we can't keep fighting each other."

You were no longer smiling at this point, and any giddy delight in your voice was gone. You genuinely hoped Vriska could save herself. Maybe she'd never forgive you, but that didn't mean she had to be a recluse forever.
 
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Vriska: Reconcile?

As soon as you hear the word “coin,” you automatically tense, the hand brushing at the tip of one of your dice reaching down further to allow you to easily and quickly scoop up the eight blue octahedrons should you need to. You don’t let the sudden flash of doubt show on your face or anywhere else, but no doubt she noticed your hand move - it’s no secret that you always carry the dice with you. It’s been two years since the incident, but the memories associated with that coin aren’t pleasant ones, and certainly not ones you wish to relive. You don’t think Terezi would attempt it again, but it never hurt to be careful.

Still, when the coin disappears into her hand again in midair, somewhere deep within you there’s a sense of relief. Because you know that if she had tried again, you’d be ready, and both of you might have ended up doing something you regret. You just stare at her, the look in your eyes something between exasperation and anger. It’s clear that she finds this funny, though the humor is lost on you, most likely because the last time she flipped this coin you were on the receiving end of a literal backstabbing.

You blink in surprise at the suggestion, having honestly not considered being black for Terezi. You don’t trust her, but you never thought of filling your black quadrant with anyone, much less her. She has the good sense, when she approaches you, to do it slowly, though the wild smile is gone by now.

At first when she starts to talk again, reminding you of exactly why she tried to kill you, you get the urge to just turn and walk away. What she’s telling you is everything you already know. A moment later, you do a mental double take. A little more than two years ago, when you first appeared in front of Terezi after waking up covered in blood, she had seemed disinterested, or even a little displeased that you hadn’t died. The idea that she’s glad you’re alive is a strange one, even given your past together.

You consider it for a moment. Do you hate Terezi for what she did? For a while you thought you did, but at the same time you always knew you couldn’t really blame her for doing what she thought was best. She wasn’t the only one to kill someone to help the team; you kind of did the same thing to John. You listen to her remind you of the friends you used to have, and a slight twinge of nostalgia hits you, just for a moment. A long time ago, you remember kind of getting along with everyone, even managing not to piss off Karkat. But that’s just it - it was a long time ago. She can tell you the others want to be friends, but that doesn’t necessarily make it true. But still...if it is true, then maybe you’re making a mistake by not talking to anyone. You almost miss the time when you could talk to Kanaya easily, without worrying about anyone judging you or hating you.

You stand in silence for the monologue she gives you, surprised more than anything that she’s bothering to tell you all this, but at the same time not surprised at all. There was, after all, a time when you were best friends, and if you haven’t forgotten that time yet, she certainly hasn’t either. But did John really feel that bad about what you were doing while he was with everyone else? Terezi’s right, you did tell him you liked it and you were fine, which was mostly the truth. But you suppose you should know him well enough by now to know that a response like that won’t assuage the worry. A part of you, the part that’s still bitter about the last two years, wants to ignore her and walk away, to keep avoiding the others and feeling sorry for yourself. But the other part kind of just wants to be accepted again, to go and find the others and actually talk to them for the first time in two years and repair the friendships you used to have. John, at least, deserves that much.

“Look...I don’t hate you, Terezi, all right?” The words coming out of your mouth surprise even you, and you think for a moment to come up with the right words for how to explain. “I wasn’t too happy about being stabbed in the back, but it’d be hypocritical for me to blame you for it. Yeah, I was mad at you, and yeah, I did hate you for a while, platonically at least. But it stopped being hate a long time ago. I was distant because I didn’t know if you’d try again. Then when John got here I kept a closer eye on you for the first few days. Because I knew if you did try again and succeeded, he’d have a hard time of it. Do you think I never thought about talking to you like this in the past two years? Keeping my guard up all the time is a pain in the ass, trust me. But after what happened, I was fairly sure you didn’t want to talk to me any more than I wanted to talk to you originally. For all I knew, you were trying to figure out how to kill me.” Both of your hands are shoved into your jeans pockets at this point, but your right hand is no longer positioned directly on your dice, instead relaxing along with the other hand, confident now that you won’t need them.

“Right now I really don’t want to talk to anyone. I haven’t wanted to talk to anyone for a while, and I’m pretty sure none of them have wanted to talk to me either. The only reason we’re talking now is because we chanced to be in the same hallway, right?” Without realizing it, your face has arranged itself into a mask of resentment and disinterest as it usually does when talking to Terezi. But it isn’t quite the same - it isn’t genuine. Before you had actually resented her and avoided her. Now you aren’t sure. It’s showing, and you’re self-conscious about it, knowing that you probably look completely lost. You turn to the side slightly, letting the screen of your hair partially hide your face from view...or smell. “So...suppose I did want to talk to someone. What would I do?”
 
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Terezi: Give advice?

You keep your ears perked as you listen to Vriska's response. You had assumed most of what she was saying before she said it, but the fact that she was even talking to you at all was progress. Admittedly, you found it kind of adorable how she kept her guard up after John's arrival for his sake. You knew she truly loved John, even if it was an emotion Trolls weren't very familiar with. Maybe now she'd finally stop being so self-destructive. She had someone else to live for.

She was right, though. You were only talking because you had coincidentally ended up in the same hallway, but the chance meeting really was just an opportunity to say what you've been wanting to say for a while now. At least since John arrived. Perhaps you shouldn't have teased her so much, but you were a bit concerned for John at first. Once you realized her feelings for John were genuine you backed off again. Still, she kept her distance. She was often shut away in some room with John cuddling or making out or some other cute thing which you had a hard time picturing Vriska taking part in. The question she presents is one you're likely not qualified to answer. Giving social advice is still rather new to you and frankly you're amazed she's even considering your words. Happy, but amazed.

"I don't know, Vriska! That's probably something you're better off asking John. Just... talk to them? Join Karkat during one of his weird training sessions. Join Dave as he watches some stupid Earth movie for the sake of 'irony'. Talk to Rose about... I dunno, Hero of Light stuff... Ohhh, maybe ask Kanaya to make you something sexy to wear for John? Hehehe." Your grin reveals itself again at the last suggestion. "Or don't. I'm not your Lusus. I can't tell you what to do."

John: Get distracted by thoughts

You're back to John and you're playing a game with Karkat. Sort of.

"YES! HAHA. SUCK IT DOWN, BULGELICKER. I WIN. AGAIN." Karkat shouts joyously as he shoves his controller in the air. You just sort of stare at the screen in a daze for a moment before what happened finally catches up to you.

"Oh! Uh, yeah! Damn, Karkat. You've gotten good." You finally reply, giving him a belated smile.

"Damn straight. I've been practic- Wait... No. No no no. This was too easy. You better not be letting me win, Egbert. I swear to Jegus if you're taking pity on me then I will tell Vriska!"

"Woah hey no! I wasn't letting you win, honest! But... well I guess I wasn't trying as hard as I normally do because I keep getting distracted."

"By what?! We're the only ones in here!"

"Myself, I guess. My thoughts? There's a lot on my mind, Karkat. I'm a pretty big deal!" You smirk, hoping to play this whole thing off without going into too much detail. Karkat squints as if he's trying to read your mind, and you're uncomfortable all of the sudden. Like you're genuinely worried he might be able to.

"Egbert, do you think I'm a complete fucking idiot?" Karkat glares before waving his hands around. "NO. DON'T FUCKING ANSWER THAT."

"Okay I will just sit here silently."

"I knew what would happen with you and Vriska eventually. I told you. I get it. BUT when you're playing a game with me you better damn well respect me enough to give it your attention! I'd rather lose than win because you were too fucking busy daydreaming about your ugh... alone time with Vriska. Got it?"

"Yeah, you're right. Sorry, Karkat. Let's go again and I promise, total focus this time. So, prepare to get thoroughly owned!" You smirk with delight. Karkat wanted you to play so you'd give him what he wanted.
 
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Vriska: Procrastinate said reconciliation

You sigh lightly at the response to your question, no part of which you had considered in the past, rolling your eyes at the last suggestion. You’ve seen Karkat whacking away at dummies in the practice rooms, Dave watching his stupid ironic movies, and Rose and Kanaya drifting around the place, but you’ve never considered joining any of them in their supposedly worthwhile activities. Whether it’s because you were never interested or you never assumed they’d want you around, you’re not sure. You haven’t thought about it until now. But maybe Terezi is right, maybe you haven’t been trying as much as you could have to communicate with the others.

“Maybe I’ll do some of that stuff later,” you concede finally, after several seconds of thought. You turn to leave, then stop for a moment, half-turned, hesitating. “...thanks.” Completing the turn, you resume your slow pace down the hallway, assuming Terezi will follow your example and continue on her own path.

You try to convince yourself that everything she told you a few minutes ago was stuff you already knew to do. You don’t do a very good job of it. In the two years you’ve spent on a huge rock hurtling through space, you never once considered the possibility that you might be able to talk to anyone. After what you did to half the people on your team, the other half seemed to want nothing to do with you, and you had no problem disappearing from their lives. For nearly a sweep, it was as if you didn’t exist to anyone but yourself. But now that John’s here, you actually have a reason to try to repair the relationships you used to have with the ones that are still alive.

Several hallways later, you hear the sounds of arguing and video game music coming from a door at the other end of the hall. With a bit of a smile, you take the next turn you come across in order to give the door a wide berth. John’s voice is easily recognizable, as is Karkat’s, especially when both of them are arguing at full volume about various things you assume to be part of the game. You suspect they’re having another one of their electronic battles, and as amusing as it is to listen to, you don’t want to interrupt by being around. You told Terezi you’d try to talk to the others, but you never said you’d do it now. Later would be better. More convenient. Actually, later would be highly preferable. You have no clue what you’re going to say to anyone after two years of hardly speaking a word to them. You’ve hardly said a word to anyone except Terezi and, of course, John, since you all arrived on the meteor, so you just have a hunch that talking might be just a little bit awkward. You’ll save the awkwardness for later.

Normally when you wander the halls like this, you’re replaying in your mind sweet little moments, a hug from John, a kiss, or even just the sensation of being with him. But with an entire night’s worth of memories to relive in your mind, before you realize it you’ve spent several hours just walking, thinking about the events of last night. By the time those thoughts fade away, you’re in a part of the meteor that people are rarely found in. It’s even more quiet down here, more peaceful, and you find yourself leaning on your side against a wall to think, drifting off into a light doze after a few minutes - after all, it's been an interesting day.
 
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Terezi: Ponder Vriska's progress

You laugh softly to yourself. It was not at all surprising that Vriska wasn't jumping for joy at the concept of talking to the others. It was possible she was only humoring you about even trying so you'd get off her case, but when she halts her exit and thanks you you can't help but sense sincerity in her voice. You didn't think Vriska would ever thank you for anything ever again. Perhaps her time with John really was helping her relax and realize she might just have a good reason to actually live again. She had a long way to go, but this was a big step. You're not sure how you managed to help her along since talking to people wasn't exactly your strong suit either, but she seems to have genuinely taken your words into consideration. Perhaps some of Rose's 'therapy' skills rubbed off on you. Ew...

With that, you turn and resume walking toward your original destination. For once, an encounter with Vriska didn't end with any hostility. Maybe Ghost Serket was right?

John: Seek out your matesprit

You're now game master, John Egbert. As predicted, your gaming session with Karkat ends with you winning the majority of the matches once you managed to regain your focus. Said focus was incredibly difficult to keep, however. Vriska was always in the back of your mind and after glancing at your watch you realized Vriska had probably been wandering the halls for a few hours by now. Yes, she told you she was fine with it. That she liked it, even. That didn't make you any less worried about her. You eventually take your leave from Karkat, claiming you'd quit while you were ahead and that you also didn't want to see him cry. These things were true, but you were already itching to see Vriska again.

Finding her after she's been wandering for a while can be an arduous process. There were a lot of halls in the meteor, and many of them you still haven't seen, so it became quite the game of hide and seek. Somehow you always managed to find her, though. You couldn't really explain it, but could sort of sense her wandering paths now. As you walk the halls your footsteps are the only active sound resonating off the walls. It's soothing to have some time to yourself and just think. Of course, your mind immediately wanders to last night and progresses into the morning. You still could barely believe it was real. You had always assumed your first time would be really awkward and unsatisfying for the girl, if not for both of you. How you managed to make it all work you're not sure you'll ever understand, but you did know you planned on making it work often.

You're not sure how much time passes exactly, but you do know you're a bit lost by now. All the hallways and doors seem pretty similar and you feel like at this rate maybe you should just try to find your way back just in case Vriska's waiting for you at one of your rooms. Coincidentally, as soon as you consider that you see a figure at the end of one of the halls, the soft lights not illuminating them completely but the shape was most definitely hers. You smile to yourself as you quietly walk up behind her, her attention apparently not very focused as she leans against the wall.

Your arms soon slip around her waist from behind and having her warmth return against you is a wonderful, relaxing sensation. Your hands gently slide her shirt up, exposing the smooth, grey skin of her belly and you follow up by lightly dragging your fingers over it. You rest your head upon her shoulder, tilting your face toward her ear and nuzzling your nose into her wild hair. "Hi there... Oh man, I couldn't get you out of my mind today... Well any day, really, but today especially..."

You plant a soft kiss upon her neck, continuing to whisper. "You all right?"
 
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Vriska: Greet your matesprit

You stay where you are for a long while, just thinking about the events of the last twenty-four hours, and the last month in general. At this point half the meteor probably already knows about what happened between you and John last night. Since you’ve been generally known to have the emotions of an ice cube your entire life, you learned quickly after he arrived on the meteor that news about your new relationship would travel fast. You, of course, haven’t breathed a word of it to anyone. But Terezi already knows, and if Dave doesn’t know through her, he probably does through John. Then he’d tell Rose, who would convey the news to Kanaya, from whom Karkat would inevitably learn. Or Karkat would read it off of John directly. Either way, everyone still alive indubitably will be in complete and utter awareness of your progression in your red quadrant by the end of the day. Wonderful. Just freakin’ wonderful.

For once, you’re so deep in thought that you don’t even hear the tapping of approaching footsteps. A pair of arms suddenly slips around your waist, pulling you back a step, and for a split second you prepare to fight off an attack. You quickly relax again, realizing that there’s only one person on the meteor who would be confident enough to know that they wouldn’t get killed for doing that. And probably only one person on the meteor who would have the patience to find you so deeply entangled in the maze of hallways. With a soft smile, you lean back contentedly into the embrace, letting out a slight sigh as his fingers run across the exposed skin of your stomach. Something rests against your hair, and you chuckle a little at the greeting you’re offered.

“Why wouldn’t I be all right?” You turn around, careful not to break the comfortable circle of his arms around you, shaking your hair out of your face to look up at him with a smile. “If I had a boondollar for every time I told you I was fine...” You lean up for a soft kiss, letting your arms wrap around him in a return hug, pressing yourself tightly against his warmth. A little while ago you decided that you wouldn’t tell him anything about your encounter with Terezi or your plans to try and talk to the others. It’ll be a nice surprise for him if things work out, and if they don’t, he’ll have never known you were intending to try in the first place.

“I’m not going to lie, though, you were a rather stubborn presence in my mind as well” you mutter, pulling out of the kiss again to stare into those beautiful blue eyes of his. “I don’t suppose you know why that is? Because the way I remember it, it seems to be mostly your fault.” A small smirk flashes across your face, and one of your hands starts to move in slow circles on his back, the tips of your fingers brushing lightly against the fabric of his shirt. “I’ll forgive you...but only if you promise me a kiss.”
 
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John: Make good on your promise

You chuckle softly at her initial response. You didn't really expect anything else. Even if she wasn't fine she would assure you she was and that was just Vriska. You always admired her confidence, and found her personality incredibly attractive. You loosen your grip on her just enough to allow her to turn in your arms, but no more. Now that you had her next to you, you didn't want to let her get away from you even an inch. You gladly return the kiss she offers, soft and sweet. A grin creeps onto your face as she admits to having her mind occupied by you as well.

"My fault!? Well... okay yeah, I guess it is... I'm not sorry, though! Not one bit!" You reply cheerfully as she pulls back from the kiss, gazing into her strange and hypnotic eyes. As her hands gently massage your back you let out a soft, relaxed sigh. She was already burrowing deep into your mind and you didn't care. You're perfectly happy having her in your thoughts all the time. Her request is simple enough, but you couldn't just give her any kiss.

"A kiss? Is that all...? I think I can promise that..." You whisper as your arms tighten around her, drawing her into your lips. You kiss her slowly at first, but it's not long before it intensifies with a more feverish passion, heavy and hot, letting your tongue slide against hers eagerly. Your hands drift down to her hips, pushing her back against the wall abruptly while your hips jerk against her merely out of instinct. Your body always seemed to know what it wanted before it reached your brain. The flame of desire deep inside you was slowly burning brighter with the fuel of her taste, and you can't help but moan softly into the kiss as you press against her once more. Finally you draw it back a bit, flicking a lip against one of her fangs to draw out a drop of blood before resuming the kiss in full, sharing the metallic taste between both of your tongues.

You free one hand from gripping at her sides and place it onto her left breast, cupping it over the fabric of her shirt with your palm and fingers. Finally you pull away, nipping at her lip as you do. Your eyes drift halfway open, looking deep into her with raw desire and a clear intent for more. Your hand stops massaging her breast to journey down her body, reaching its ultimate destination at the zipper of her jeans within seconds. "Vriska..." You huskily breathe her exotic name. You pause your words to suddenly snap the button of her jeans open. The sharp sound bounces off the hard walls briefly but your combined heavy breathing quickly helps fill the silence. You proceed to grip the zipper, tugging it down in an agonizingly slow motion. Somewhere in the back of your mind you realized you were both technically out in the open, but you didn't care. Actually, that may have only added to the excitement.

"Anything else you want me to promise you...?"
 
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Vriska: Point out distinct lack of privacy

You follow the slight urge of his arms without protest, leaning up to claim your promised kiss. As always, it starts out innocently enough, just a shared kiss between the two of you, though it doesn’t stay that way for long. Within seconds, you’re pressing up against him, entangled in yet another sloppy makeout session, your tongue wrestling with his. You let out a light gasp as he pushes you back into the wall, the mounting desire for more spiking sharply with the bump of his hips against yours. You feel something snag on one of your fangs, then the skin of his lip tears, spilling several drops of blood. Brushing your tongue against his, you can taste the metallic, rusty flavor on him, sucking a little on the small puncture on his lip.

A slight smile curves your lips at the sensation of a hand settling on your breast, and feeling him pull away, you slowly reopen your eyes to meet his. Judging by the expression on his face, he’s thinking the exact same thing you are. The hand ventures down to your jeans, popping the button and tugging down the zipper slowly enough to drive you mad with impatience. You tug him in a little closer, leaning up for another brief kiss.

“John...” you mutter softly, pulling back an inch or two, “You know we’re in a hallway on the opposite side of the place from the bedrooms, right?” You pause for half a second to consider. You’re in a part of the meteor that even you haven’t visited in months. If you almost never visit the place, then the others certainly never visit the place…You think. You’ve been doing a fairly good job of keeping tabs on everyone else on the meteor, but you can’t be completely sure that nobody ever comes down here. But still...does the increased risk of being stumbled upon make it more terrifying, or more exciting, or both?

It takes you approximately three milliseconds to realize that you actually don’t care. At the moment you’re backed up against a wall by the only guy you’ve ever fallen for with the zipper of your jeans down, and you’re fairly sure you’re practically radiating heat. You know you should be worried that someone might come down this way and see or hear you, but you’re too distracted to care.

“Actually, forget I said anything,” you add with a grin. Your right hand ventures down to find the zipper of his jeans, undoing the button with a quick twist of your fingers and tugging the zipper down, looking up into his eyes the entire time. “I think I will take out another promise.” You think for a moment. “Promise me...something relaxing when we get back to your room.” You decide to leave it open ended, to leave yourself room for a pleasant surprise. You have to admit though, you’re curious to know what he’d come up with. But for now, you're happy to wait for the relaxing until...later.
 
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John: Tease Vriska a little

You pause briefly as Vriska reminds you just where you are. You consider using reason and stopping before anything went too far. It would be better if you both waited until you were back in your room, but as she just mentioned the rooms felt like miles away. You weren't sure you could wait that long. You wanted Vriska here and now. Reason could go die in a fire. The hunger inside you was growing by the second, making you more feral and less concerned about anyone happening upon you. That said, if she was uncomfortable then you wouldn't force her. Her comfort and pleasure would always come before yours. Always.

Then all of a sudden you hear her discard her previous comment and you feel a tugging at your jeans though you don't once break eye contact. Her hands are quickly working the button and zipper showing that she was just as hungry and impatient as you were, though her look on her face was evidence enough. You grin wide, totally in love with a girl who would risk such exposure just to be a bit closer to you. Once again you thank the heavens that she was here and yours.

"Good cause uh... I don't know if I can make it all the way back to the room with you hypnotizing me with your hypnotic ability impossible sexiness..." You utter quietly into her ear as you place a small nip against her jaw. You hear her mention another promise and you're immediately intrigued. At first you hope she'll ask you to promise to put it in her right this instant, but she hesitates in thought. Certainly she had something else in mind, and you wait those tormenting few seconds before she continues. Something relaxing? Would fucking her all night be considered relaxing? Because you had to admit that was about the only direction your mind could go at this moment. No, as fun as that sounded you couldn't just settle for that, but right now you were having trouble being creative. It would be a long enough walk back to the room anyway which would give you time to think, and the fact that she just assumed you both would be going back there together was exciting enough.

"Of course, I promise... I did say I'd do anything for you, remember?" You smirk, leaning in for another rough, passionate kiss. Your hands sort of wildly travel along her body for a few moments as if they had forgotten just what their original plan was. Their memory returns as you find her unzipped jeans again and dig your right hand into the waistband of her panties. The heat is so fucking intense that you actually inhale sharply against her lips but you adore every degree because somehow it was you she was burning for. Your fingers locate her smooth nether lips and begin stroking them eagerly. You had already been greeted with a fair amount of moisture but now it was dripping, quickly coating your fingers with her arousal. Your middle finger specifically probes against her clit, hoping to bring her to the height of tension.

Of course, this is also having the same effect on you as well even without her touching you in a similar fashion. You're so hard you feel like you could literally rip right out of your pants. You break the kiss but keep your face close to hers, lips still brushing together lightly as if you intend to kiss her again at any moment.

"So... do you want to go back to the room right now?" You whisper, smirking wickedly and quickly kissing her again before pulling back away. Your fingers stop teasing her to pull back out and you allow both hands to slowly begin lowering both her jeans and panties down her hips. You begin to tremble from the sheer excitement of exposing her out in the open like this. You had a good idea what her response would be, but you always liked hearing her voice urging you for more.
 
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Vriska: Be just a little evil and tease him back

You give a brief laugh at John’s response to your decision, tightening your arms around him, pulling him tighter against you. It’s ironic, how he refers to your hypnotic power, especially given the fact that you actually have psychic powers that you used on him once. You haven’t used them since...well, you haven’t used them in a long time. Of course, you don’t need any powers here, psychic or otherwise, to feel the shiver that runs through you when he bites at your jawline.

Eagerly returning the harsh kiss offered to you, you let your hands wander up to the back of his head, pulling him in closer. It’s a few seconds for his hands to find their mark at the undone zipper of your jeans, but when they finally do, one of them suddenly slips down past your waistband, brushing the burning hot folds between your legs. You feel his sharp intake of breath at the same time as yours, although for a different reason - it only takes a moment after he starts to rub against you to bring out a low moan from deep in your throat, vibrating against his lips. Your breath starts to come in heavy gasps as he starts to tease your clit, and for the first time you realize that you’ve started shaking a little, now holding onto him more to keep yourself standing still than anything else. Out of raw instinct, your hips press forward into his hand, as if telling him to keep going.

You’re almost too absorbed in the attention his fingers are giving you to notice that he’s pulled out of the kiss. Somewhere in the
back of your mind, you can feel his lips just barely brushing against yours, keeping the same distance even when you lean forward to try and kiss him again. Your eyes flutter open a little to meet a devious smirk, and you’re surprised by a quick kiss before his hand suddenly disappears, the exquisite pleasure of his fingers gone as quickly as it had come. You make a small noise of protest at the removal of his hand, still wanting more.

“Tell you what,” you reply breathlessly, stepping out of the confinement of your jeans and panties, “I won’t drag both of us back to your room...if you hurry up and get in me already.” You quickly coax his jeans down, along with his boxers, leaving him as bare as you. Your hips lean into him, pressing his hardened length between your leg and his. Even though you’ve already done this three times in the last two days, surprisingly, you’re still hungry for more. And you’re impatient enough to press against him tightly, lightly hooking your right ankle around his left, drawing him even closer.

“If you’re going to do it, then you’d better do it right and do it now,” you mutter in his ear with a grin, reaching down and trailing a single finger along his shaft before leaning up for a kiss, nipping gently at his lower lip, careful to avoid cutting into his skin again. If he’s going to tease you like that, then you’re going to make damn sure that he’s as impatient as you are.
 
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John: Accept compromise

You stare as she easily steps out of her jeans and panties, rather mesmerized by the sight of her half-naked body and the moisture between her legs glistening in the dim hallway light. Something about her still wearing the shirt and sneakers made this incredibly sexy, not necessarily more or less than if she was completely naked, just differently sexy. You decide you'll leave her in that half-dressed state partially so she can retain at least a fraction of modesty were someone to walk up on the both of you and partially because it symbolizes the lustful and hurried nature of this encounter. Something about the idea of just being so desperate for each other that you clumsily remove half your clothes and do it in any hallway you happen to be in is fantastic to you.

She offers you a compromise as she suddenly undresses you in a similar manner and you let out a deep, pleasured sigh of relief now that your erection is no longer trapped against the tight material. They're more of the sexiest words you've ever heard and you don't see how it's possible not to give her just what she wanted after such a request. "S-sounds fair to me..." You follow up with a gasp as she presses against you and the smooth skin of her leg teases the sensitive skin of your cock. She was definitely returning the favor you had provided to her moments ago and if her intent was to make you just as impatient as she was then it was working all too well.

She urges you further by wrapping a leg around yours and pulling you closer and you're all too happy to comply. More smooth words erotically slip from her lips before she leans in for a kiss and they've caught you hook, line and sinker. She has an ace up her sleeve though, just in case you still weren't convinced (you were), and runs a finger tantalizingly along your shaft in the most insignificant way. The simple touch lights your skin on fire, forcing a shaky breath from you and with that your mind is gone, replaced by raw desire. You push her already somewhat elevated right leg up with your hand and give her that look. She knows the one. A half-second later your hips buck against hers and you slide inside. You can't help but let out a moan as you feel that familiar volcanic heat as her passage inhales you completely. "G-god, Vriska..." You utter blindly, letting your eyes drift shut and your head lean back for a moment so you can just revel in the experience of being inside her again. Despite having done this three times already it's still just as satisfying, if not moreso thanks to all the anticipation that built up inside you over the course of the day.

Your free hand runs along her arm until you locate her hand and grip it with fingers entwined. The first time you touched her you held her hand and it felt incredible, and now you were touching her in a way that she would only allow from you. Your eyes finally return to hers, and you thrust into her again with an unexpected force which even you can't help but respond to with a moan, despite being the one to initiate it. Your face was already flushed red but it turns an even deeper shade of crimson when you realize that the moans have a tendency to echo down the hall. It was unlikely anyone would find you here, but it wouldn't help to give them more assistance in locating you in such a state. Vriska already tried to hold back her noises, so chances are she'd double her efforts to make sure she doesn't cry out now. You hoped to change that. You hoped to disarm her defenses and make her feel so fucking good that she can't help but scream, regardless of the location or who might hear. You wanted her to call out your name at the top of her lungs so everyone knew what you could do to her.

Your thrusts begin a staggered rhythmic motion, still rough and somewhat unpredictable. You might do a gentle push so you can surprise her with a strong one shortly after, all the while gazing at her with intensity. There were really no words to describe how blissful being in side her was. Each tiny movement sent electric jolts through every bone and over every inch of skin. You wanted to kiss her, but you were too busy admiring every detail of her face from her long, lovely eyelashes to her delicious blue lips with fangs peeking out enticingly, to her cheeks flushed with arousal, to the glasses around her eyes glinting slightly in the low light. "No one has ever been or ever will be as completely fucking beautiful as you are, Vriska..." You growl softly before leaning forward to capture her lips with a strong kiss, grunting wildly against her mouth every time you slam into her.
 
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Vriska: Indirectly ask for more

You give a smirk at his reaction to your finger, satisfied that you’ve provoked him enough to incite the desired reaction. Sure enough, within seconds you feel his hand under your right leg, pushing it up to give him room to comply with your demand. You look up into his eyes, catching the familiar glint in them just in time to feel him suddenly drive into you, pushing all the way in with one quick movement. You let out a sharp gasp at the familiar sensation, one of your hands grasping a fistful of his shirt to keep from making any more noise than that. In any other place, you would allow yourself as much as a small cry, but in a hallway that echoes every time you make any sound at all, when the echoes bouncing off the walls could attract attention, you know you shouldn’t make any noises whatsoever. You fail miserably in keeping perfectly quiet, but you at least keep yourself from being too loud.

His hand quickly locates the hand of yours that isn’t knotted in his shirt, and immediately your fingers close on his hand, clenching down on it as if your life depends on it. Having gone without this for hours, you’ve sorely missed the sensation of having him within you, pulsing against the heated tightness of your passage. The force he puts behind the second thrust is sudden enough to pull from you a surprised cry, the sound echoing down the hallway for several seconds before dissolving into nothingness. Your face turns a deep shade of blue at the realization of the noise you just made, and you quickly bite down on your lip to muffle any further sounds.

Once he starts to pick up a rhythm, though still difficult to forsee when he’ll slam into you again or with what force, stifling the noises you so desperately want to be able to make starts to become more difficult, and soon you can taste a few droplets of blood from where your fangs cut into your own lip. You let out the tiniest hint of a groan as he unexpectedly slows down, then suddenly gives you a powerful thrust, making you growl a little at him, as if to encourage him to keep going. You barely even hear the words he says to you, instead focusing on the kiss that follows, letting your lips part to allow your tongues to meet, eagerly nipping at every bit of flesh you can find, whether it’s his tongue or his lip. With a great deal of effort, you manage to keep yourself restrained enough to not break his skin, instead dragging your fangs across his skin, just short of cutting him. Every sound that he makes reverberates through your entire body, almost more tangible than audible, but enough to drive you half mad with desire.

“You, John, desperately need new glasses,” you breathe out softly between kisses. Caught off guard by responding to him, a small cry escapes you at a particularly hard thrust, just for a moment before you catch yourself again and suppress the sound. Bracing your head against the wall, you bring your hips forward to clash with his, exhaling a long, shaky breath. “God, it isn’t even fair how much I want you...” You don’t even bother to finish the thought, instead using the hand fisted in his shirt to tug him forward suddenly into another kiss, pressing your lips tightly against his and letting your tongue wrestle with his. What you just said is by far an understatement. At the moment, even when he’s fucking you right now, you still want him more than ever. It’s confusing and more than a little frightening, but more than anything else it’s the feeling that he’s the only one that you’ve ever loved, and you intend to make it known in every way possible.
 
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John: Give her much more

You're beginning to regret leaving your shirt on if only because it's just making you that much hotter as your body continues to create sweet, blissful friction with Vriska. You mentally conjure a soft breeze to flow through the hallway, sufficiently refreshing you as it hits the sweat upon your forehead and further invigorating your movements. Her grip on your hand is so tight that it probably should be hurting at this point, but you don't even notice any pain because you're too focused on just how perfect she is and how heavenly it feels to slam inside her over and over again. You can't help but admire just how adorable she is when she's trying so desperately to hold back her noises; The way her fangs tug at her lip as she bites down to suppress her whimpers just serves to drive you crazy. The feral growl that slips out of her throat is almost enough to push you to the edge right then and there and you wish you knew how a sound could be so arousing, but coming from Vriska it was like the most majestic symphony you've ever heard.

With the kiss that follows it becomes your turn to get a taste of her blood and you take it without protest. It's not unlike human blood, though it has a sharp, exotic tang to it that you quite frankly find delicious. You pull back from the kiss slightly to just suck at her lip, trying to draw out a few more drops. Hearing her deny your admiration of her was expected and you can't help but give a rough, breathless chuckle. "No, I've never seen more clearly... Vriska, if I never dream again it's because I already have everything I want right here..." You manage to get out between the small gasps and moans you make with every heavy thrust into her soaking, tight passage.

The way she voices her desire for you makes your heart feel like it could explode, and you know you feel the same way. You don't get a chance to reply just yet though, as you're pulled into another passionate kiss. You let her hand go to run yours to the back of her head, pulling her into the kiss even more as if that were somehow possible. You figure you'd prove just how much you wanted her that way, at least. Your throat rumbles with a dark growl as your lips and tongues twist and tangle together majestically. Maybe you cut yourself once or twice but at this point you don't think you could notice any pain so minor. You eventually let your hand slide back down her body to urge her other leg up to allow her to wrap herself around you. You finally break the kiss to take a deep breath, gazing into her eyes with the purest love and lust.

"Well... I'm yours. You have me... so don't let me go..." You mutter hoarsely as you slip a hand against her back and rear for added support. You were pressed together so tightly but you still wanted to be closer though you don't think you could grip her any tighter without actually hurting her if you weren't already. Your legs were beginning to tremble but you don't let up pounding into her with everything you've got, each bit of movement inside her causing you to feel unimaginable ecstasy. You can't help but laugh a bit at just how glorious everything is right at this moment. If someone walked up on you now you don't think you would care in the slightest. You don't think you'd even stop.

"Vriska..." You hiss into her ear, stressing every letter in her name as you nip at her earlobe before raining hungry kisses against the side of her neck. You breathe in deeply just to take in her scent. You thought about how ever had smelled sweeter as you nuzzle into the side of her shoulder, feeling her glorious soft hair drift against your face. "You're perfect. I love you..." You add, repeating your love for her a few times amidst heavy gasps. You hoped she came soon not only so you could revel in the feeling of her orgasm and join her with your own, but that just meant you could then head back to the room and let loose completely without any fear of being caught, as exciting as it was. You wanted her completely naked on your bed so you could worship her as she deserved.
 
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Vriska: Stop arguing...for now

The cool breeze that starts to gust lightly down the hall is a welcome relief from the extreme heat between the two of you, though at first you wonder where it could possibly have come from. It takes you a couple seconds to realize that John’s doing a windy thing. A really tiny windy thing, but a windy thing nonetheless. You’re quickly distracted again by the hand pulling you deeper into the kiss, and of course you have no complaints whatsoever, eagerly pressing up more tightly against him. You taste a little bit more blood on his tongue, most likely due to carelessness on both sides. You tighten your arms around him briefly, lifting up your other leg at his urging to quickly hook it around his waist, effectively latching onto him in a tight embrace. Now that you’re in this position, you doubt you’ll ever want to leave it. Even if he were to let go of you, you would still be able to keep your stance, clinging to him with a vice-like grip.

“I don’t plan to ever let you go,” you reply softly, leaning in for a quick, small kiss. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you’re registering the dull pain of his tight grip on you, but it’s so far off of your main focus that you don’t care, or even feel it all that much. The only awareness you have of his hands on you is just the sensation of his skin against yours, making your skin tingle pleasantly. You can feel something beneath you trembling, but the deep, heavy thrusts you’re taking still have the same power, shaking you to your core each time he slams into you.

You shiver a little with the light whisper and bite to your ear, instinctively letting your head lean back to give him easier access to your neck. The feeling of his lips against the delicate skin pulls a faint moan from you, though what you lack in volume you make up for in the ferocity of your rapidly tightening grip on him, which is what he’s probably used to by now. At this point you’ve given up arguing with his insistence that you’re perfect for now, instead choosing to be secure in the knowledge that he even thinks of you as perfect, despite the countless things you’ve done that are decidedly not perfect in the least.

What you fail to take into account is the suddenness of the orgasm that you didn’t even realize was starting to build up while you were too busy focusing on keeping quiet to realize it. You let out a strained groan as the climax quickly overwhelms you, feeling yourself release the blue-tinted fluid, coating him with your juices, all four of your limbs clamping down on him with the effort of restraining the scream you want so badly to let loose. You don’t dare to move for several seconds even after the euphoric release is over, not trusting yourself to loosen your grip on him without falling. Although you’re still latched onto him as tightly as you can be, you’re fairly sure that if you let go even a little bit, your legs would be shaking as much as they had been the previous few times.

“I might have already told you...but I love you too, John,” you mutter softly, leaning down to press your forehead against his, giving him a quick, affectionate nudge. “And you still owe me something relaxing,” you remind him with a small grin, gently brushing the tip of his nose with your lips.
 
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John: Prepare to help Vriska relax

The rumble of Vriska's orgasm is all you needed to set you off as well. With one strong thrust you feel the roaring climax hitting you like an explosion as you try to contain your need to moan out loudly in a desperately heavy sigh. Your seed pours into her, complimenting her hot, slick fluids rushing out against your throbbing shaft. As you remain nestled deep inside her you take heavy, ragged breaths as you both try to calm down but your grip on her remains strong. Like her, you never want to let go. She was everything you ever needed and you wanted to stay inside her, trapping her in a tight embrace, forever. As the incredible feeling finally starts to subside you briefly ponder the position you're in. A month ago you had been so nervous about a kiss, but now you were holding Vriska against a wall in some random hallway with all her limbs latched onto you after fucking her relentlessly. It was perfect, and so was she, no matter how much she'd try and deny it.

When her soft words finally reach your ear you can't help but grin wider, already having been smiling quite well at the sheer happiness brought on by joining with her like this. You feel like you could listen to a recording of her uttering her love for you and nothing else for the rest of your life and be completely satisfied. You're glad you get to see this side of her. A side she would never show anyone else. She was a dangerous creature, a member of a violent race, but there was still love inside of her. You don't know how you got lucky enough to be the one she showed it to, but you were very thankful things ended up this way.

When she prods you with a reminder about the promise you made, you chuckle softly, nodding a bit. "What, you're not relaxed now?" You joke. "C'mon... let's go back to my room. I think I have an idea..."

You finally set her on her feet though you keep an arm around her to make sure she has her balance. Admittedly you still feel a bit weak in the knees yourself so you might be using her for support as well. As you both dress you breath a sigh of relief that no one ended up catching you in the act. When the endorphins were running wild it was easy to not care, but you're once again capable of feeling embarrassment. Not that you'd ever be embarrassed for your love of Vriska to be known, but you also know that certain people would probably tease you about your compromised position for ages if they found you. Then again, as you watch Vriska pull her jeans up her smooth, slender legs you feel like you wouldn't give a shit. She was worth it.

You begin the long stroll back to your room, and you can't help but speed up your normal pace a bit. You enjoy just being able to walk with her, an arm around her waist keeping her warmth close by, but you admit you were quite eager for more and you could only hope she was as well. By the time you reach the door you're already antsy with excitement. It didn't matter that you had sex with her four times already, you were still just as anxious as you were before the first time. Though at the moment you were also quite looking forward to the relaxing activity you had in mind.

Once at the door, you quickly enter the code and pull Vriska into your room. As it drifts shut you embrace her for a nice, deep kiss, searching her tongue with yours as if you hadn't kissed her in days. After your lips part you look into her eyes while a rather mischievous smirk grows on your face. You leave her embrace to run into the bathroom, returning shortly after having grabbed a large towel. You drape it over the bed and run back over to Vriska. "I gotta grab something real quick. Back in just a minute! Uhh.. make yourself comfortable?" You chuckle lightly before hurrying out of the room. About roughly a minute later the door swooshes back open and you enter holding an unlabeled bottle. You hoped you knew how to do this.
 
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Vriska: Investigate mysterious bottle

You roll your eyes with a grin at the joke, though in actuality you’re both relaxed and not relaxed simultaneously. It’s difficult to keep the position you’re in, but at the same time you feel like you could fall asleep right here, right now, literally wrapped around your matesprit like a tendril of ivy.

When he finally moves to return you to your feet, you keep a firm grasp on him with your arms, a little unbalanced in the aftermath of both of your climaxes. You had been hoping that nobody would hear you all the way down here, and as it turns out, your wish was granted - everyone else on the meteor kept to their normal patterns and kept far enough away from this place to be out of earshot, conveniently for you.

Once you regain your balance enough to function properly without the support of John’s arm around you, you take a few moments to locate your jeans in the dim light of the hallway, quickly tugging them up over your hips and refastening the zipper and button. Then, of course, you immediately return to his side, welcoming the warm arm that slips around your waist. It’s a long walk back to his room, but you both seem to be happy to take it slowly. By now you’re wondering what he has in mind for your promised relaxing thing - you retain enough self-control to keep yourself from inquiring after his plans for later.

You follow him into his room when you finally arrive at the door, only to be surprised by a sudden kiss - sudden, but pleasant. You quickly melt into the kiss, returning the movements of his tongue with soft brushes and caresses from yours. When you finally break apart, you can't help but quirk a curious eyebrow at his devious-looking grin, itching now more than ever to know what's going through his head.

You watch him head to the bathroom and reappear with a towel, confusing you even more when he drapes it over the bed. You give give him a quizzical look, which remains unanswered for now as he disappears again, rushing back out of the room with a quick order to make yourself comfortable.

To be perfectly honest, right now the only way you'd be comfortable is if some part of your body was in contact with some part of his, so his request, for the moment, is impossible to grant. So you wait by the door, leaning against the wall to the left of the entrance waiting for him to return.

You don't know what you expected him to return with, but it certainly isn't the small bottle that you see in his hand when the door swishes open again to let him it. You catch a glimpse of it for an instant, and it doesn't seem to be labelled, so you have no clue what it could possibly be. You wait until he's a few feet into the room and the door closes again before you come up behind him, wrapping your arms around his chest to hug him briefly, then you let go and circle around to hug him properly, leaning up for another quick kiss.

"So what's that?" you ask curiously, flicking a finger at the bottle. "Water, grubsauce, toxic gas, poison maybe?" You flash him a grin, just to make sure he knows you're kidding about the last two. If anyone else came into the room with an unlabeled bottle those particular suggestions might have been genuine questions, but it wouldn't cross your mind with John in a million years. So you just assume he'll tell you what it is if you don't figure it out yourself.
 
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John: Discard Vriska's pointless clothing

At first you don't see Vriska when you enter the room, but there isn't even any time to wonder where she went before feeling her warm arms grip you in a hug from behind. You smile, finding it incredibly endearing that she was so eagerly awaiting your return. When she swings around to give you a small kiss you happily return it, though it ends quickly due to her insatiable curiosity about the bottle you entered with. You tug it away from her, chuckling at her rather wild guesses at its contents.

"Geez, how morbid!... I like that." You grin as you set the bottle down to allow you to wrap your arms around her tightly, though your hands only stay in that position briefly, soon moving down to the hem of her shirt and pulling it up slowly. "It's not any of those things. You'll find out soon enough... First, I need you out of these bothersome clothes..."

You swiftly yank the shirt up and over her head deciding to follow suit with your own shortly after. You impatiently press against her body, shivering excitedly a bit as the warm, bare skin of your stomachs connect while you pull her into another kiss. Your heart is rushing like a bird's already as your hands slip behind her, gripping for the hook on her bra and thankfully this time you have no trouble, unclasping it easily. You step back a bit to let the garment fall off her chest and you can't help but stare at the result. Despite having seen them as recently as this morning you already sorely missed seeing her perfect exposed breasts. You eventually break free of their hypnotic powers to pull her into another, soft kiss. You're finding you rather like kissing her each time you progress her state of undress. Really though, you just like kissing her and it's incredibly hard not to be doing it constantly.

You gently trace a fingertip along the edge of one of her breasts as you let the kiss sink a bit deeper. You already felt the tightness inside your jeans becoming unbearable and you knew you'd have to begin the relaxing activity you promised her before you just ended up fucking her again. With this thought you break the kiss and cease your attentions to her breast. You didn't want to overexcite her just yet, either. You kneel down, unzipping her jeans again and hooking your fingers around the waistband. You drag both her jeans and panties down in one motion, then assist her in removing her shoes. Within seconds she's completely naked and you just gaze up at her in awe from your position below her.

You can't help but just admire her in her exposed state for a bit. Her body wasn't built like some supermodel. She was kind of thin and relatively fit, likely due to her considerable exercise FLARPing and especially during her game session. She didn't have huge breasts or wide hips but you didn't care. You loved her more this way. You wanted to remind her how beautiful and sexy she was, from her perfect skin to her beautiful, unique eyes, to her amazing, untamed hair. You knew she'd just deny it, so you decide to appreciate her silently for now, but the look on your face spoke your love for her more than words did right now anyway.

You notice some residue of your previous activity still present between her legs and you grin. You both would certainly need another shower after that and what you had planned next. You'd have to make sure you took it together again. Taking a shower alone was so disappointing now. Your hands gently run up her legs as you place your forehead against her belly for a moment before reaching up to take her hands in yours.

"I'm really honored you chose me as your matesprit, Vriska..." You utter softly as you stand up to meet her gaze again. "Now, about that promise... Maybe uh, lay on the bed on your belly and I will join you in a sec...?" You fidget a bit with anticipation and maybe a bit of nervousness.
 
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Vriska: Follow directions for once

“Morbid is my job,” you reply, returning his grin with one of your own, tightening the grip of your arms briefly to match his quick hug. Feeling his fingers tugging at the hem of your shirt, you release your hold on him to a degree to give him room to remove it. His offer to rid you of your clothes sounds like a good one, and you're quite happy to assist him, letting him pull your shirt over your head and toss it to the side, along with his.

As soon as both shirts are in a heap of fabric on the floor next to you, your arms quickly go around him, pulling him and all his warmth closer to you. You feel the slight thumping of his heart against you, matching the rapidly increasing pace of your own heartbeat as you let yourself be pulled into another kiss. His hands move on your back, unhooking the clasp of your bra with little difficulty before you break apart slightly, just enough to allow the bra to slip off your shoulders and to the ground, where you kick it to the side to join the shirts.

Your heartbeat quickens at the touch of his finger brushing against one of your breasts, already a little impatient to have more than a single finger touching you, but you quickly push away the thought, determined to have your promised relaxing thing. Little resistance is offered to the hands unzipping your jeans and pulling them down again, kicking your shoes off at the same time.

You blush a little under his inspection, still at least a little self-conscious for reasons completely unknown to you at this point. Your first time was one thing, but after last night, you can think of no logical reason why you should think like this.

Automatically, your hands move down to tangle with his, giving them a brief squeeze as he rises to look at you again. Yet again you find yourself getting lost in those blue eyes, enough so that you almost don’t hear him tell you to wait for him on the bed and after a few seconds, your mind finally registers the fact that he said something.

“I didn’t choose you, John,” you reply with a small smile, pulling him into a tight hug. “There was never any choice. It could never have been anyone else.” You sneak in a soft kiss before you pull away again, letting the tips of your fangs drag lightly across his lip. “Though I’ll warn you now - you have eight secs to join me before I come and get you,” you caution him with a quick grin. You release your grip on his hands, moving to the bed and lying down as he instructed, stretching contentedly once you’re comfortably settled.

You half turn your head to return him into your line of vision, quirking an eyebrow at him. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d come get you, you know.” You suspect he knows, but you remind him just to ensure maximum speediness of relaxation. That bottle still confuses the hell out of you, but you can wait until later to stage further investigations.
 
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