After your chat with Roth and then June, you knock on the door to 216. After a moment, you hear the familiar voice of Fleece from the other side, sounds like she's not right at the door. "Who is it? Are you sick or are you lost?"
What do you do?
"Neither, Ooma, but then again, all who wander are not lost."
My eyes are closed, my nose tucked against the soft skin of her neck. I breathe softly against her. "I missed you. Are you alright, I was so worried when I heard what happened."
I take her hand in mine, the one not touching her face. "Are you going to invite me in?"
I should be asking about Marigold, JD and the others. But she said everyone mostly made it out, and if they hadn't I am sure this greeting would be different. I can ask later. Right now, I want to be in this moment.
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I see the bed and shiver.
The door locks and I turn to see Fleece's face in profile, as she stands just behind me, instinctively or purposefully blocking my escape. Fleece is all passion and graceful, quiet power. I can feel myself dropping into a place of submission, something I haven't done once since entering to the DVFP. When she turns her head to look me in the eyes, I feel myself fall farther down.
I turn around slowly to face her, my arms up in a slow mimic of a ballerina, before settling them around her neck. "All that matters in this room is you, Ooma. And I would go wherever you will have me."
It's... it's a fair question. It's why I left. It's why I could leave again. "No, not yet. I I may never be truly safe from the feed. It's all so complicated - but I am working toward those goals and a few new ones... it's frustratingly slow. But, I am not afraid anymore." I lick my lips, and force some part of myself to regain control. "But Ooma, not enough has changed to make me safe. And she has eyes everywhere. If you do not want to do this, I will understand."
"I felt like... there were other unfulfilled promises you made that day, Sierra."
When she's able to break the kiss, which seems like a struggle for her, she looks down at you, her hair hanging down like a curtain, "Sierra. I've never been with a woman. I... need you to show me the ways. Please." Her desire burns for you, Sierra, you feel it in your bones.
As you slowly come down from the throes of passion, what's the moment you most treasure?
The other is when I finally gave control back to Fleece. She mapped my body with her tongue and fingers. Moved over every inch, blessed me with her words - it was baptismal. I felt made new. Gloriana hadn't speant so much time dedicated to the knowledge of my skin since we were teenagers.
This body, is not that body - this me, is not that me. Somewhere between her whispered prayers and her calloused fingers, Fleece made that real.
Fleece will treasure your slow, sure patience as you coaxed her body into bliss. She nearly gave in to her desire for the climax to hit fast, but you calmly kept control and brought her to unknown heights.
Don't forget your Special Move fires, so you have a choice to make here.
I lick the sweat from her collarbone and nuzzle my nose against the soft surface of her neck. Moaning low in my throat, "Oh Ooma, that was... I shiver against her, reliving our time together, "wonderful, you are wonderful."
OOC: I choose, person gives an item to you worth at least +1 Barter.
"Ooma, this was very special. I feel like I could drift into heaven with you here."
...I feel like I could drift into heaven with you here. My heart lurches and I think that we shouldn't give her ideas. "But then you wouldn't be here with me. And that, would be tragic." I lean over, propping my head up on my hand, looking at her beautiful face. My breast brush her arm and a tremor rolls through my body, still over sensitive. "I wish I could stay here for the rest of the day, and just enjoy you."
With my other hand I trace her lips with the edge of my thumbnail before resting the pad of my thumb against the heart of her lips, in a chaste kiss.
...I'm going. I take my hand from her face, quickly, as if it's been burned. That leaves very little room for negotiating. "From the Irons?" i don't back away quite yet, but I feel all my muscles already tensed and ready.
I hadn't heard about that, so the pit isn't closed for repairs, but a party. Disappointment must be clear on my face. "I had heard the Pit had closed tonight, I was hoping to see you and the girls..." I take in a sharp breathe, suddenly guilty, "The girls, did everyone make it out ok? Marigold, Sasha, JD? Does, Esco know I'm here?"
"I wish you could as well, but it's good. To celebrate surviving - I just... tonight is a big night." I smile nervously down at her. "A proof of concept. If enough people drop enough jingle I will be able to negotiate for more with Peppering, like maybe a derisann mattress like this of my own. Or a retainer, which I need, for my lessons." I don't mention June specifically by name, though if Gloriana is watching me every second or every day, but now she probably knows June is teaching me something. I smile softly, "I even bough a costume of sorts, it's really just a pretty dress, but I'm hoping to transform it into something special."
I feel my body freeze, more out of surprise than anything else. At first, it's simply an object that doesn't belong, a set piece out of position. However, things then fall into place, and the answer is overwhelmingly simple, Fleece had never been with a woman before, which means her old lover must be a man. That man is Esco. Esco is the reason Fleece stayed in the Irons. Esco is the person Fleece is bitter about loving.
"Oh." It comes out of me without thought, without permission. I turn away from the knife and curl in on myself a bit, wrapping myself around her chest. Enjoying the warmth, while I have it. "I would love to Ooma, but I don't want to be in the way." I deep a deep breath, my heart beating fast, "I didn't know, it was Esco."
"Yes. It's Esco." She admits it, and she senses your dismay, "I nearly told you before. But then the two of you became lovers, and I thought he would make you happy..."
I am torn about what to say here. I don't want to say something that would upset her. But, if she already knows about Esco, I'm not sure my side of the story would be more or less harmful. "We were only together once, it was my first real act of true rebellion. He - he was enraged, really, about the feed. Learning about it changed his world view, I'm afraid I might have done more harm there than good, but I was desperate for someone to believe me. To understand, why I felt and did, what I did."
I put my chin in between the v of my knees, still looking into her eyes. "He offered himself as a zaradann way to say xiǎo yàng le ba to her, it worked too well. I had no idea he had developed real feelings for me until the fippers came."
I sigh, my chest aching with guilt. I tuck my head in till my forehead rested on my knees, my hair curtain around my legs, my back bowed out, and all I see is darkness. "I didn't mean to hurt him and I never knew I was hurting you. I am..." embarrassed? humiliated. "sorry, Ooma."
I let myself breathe into the darkness. It's not that I am jealous, I'm not, I always knew. But I feel uneasy, like I'm alone on the deck of a ship, wracked by waves.
"Regardless, I accept your apology. Please don't be sad. This was such a wonderful moment, Sierra." She says, using your name like it increases the intimacy.
I lean back to look at her. I want to talk to her. I want to ask more questions. I want to kiss her.
I kiss her.
I rise up and claim her mouth in a fiercely, guiding her lips in between mine, her tongue soft and dancing against mine. When I pull back, it takes extreme will and it's with a loud throaty moan. I look her in her eyes, my forehead touching hers. "I don't understand, and I don't... I don't have the best example of love, but would you not rather he share your bed tonight?"
I lean in to kiss her again. This kiss isn't as long, but it is slow and filled with purpose. Pulling away I sigh and smile.
I hate to do this, but I have to go get ready. I have to take another shower now, for some reason."
"Where did you get these Ooma? They are beautiful." Beautiful and perfect. Gloriana never allowed either of us near an emerald, afraid it would clash with her hair. Of course they are the perfect color for Fleece's rich skin. "I couldn't borrow these, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if something happened to them."
I raise my hand to my other ear, feeling its wholeness, remembering the weight of heavy clip on earrings and screw backs. I had begged Glori to get my ears pierced, she had refused.
After all, it would have meant allowing someone to briefly touch me.
I meet Fleece's kind eyes, anticipation easily read in the way my muscles tensed, my breathe shortened. "Please, could you?"
"In many cultures, Sierra," Fleece says softly. "This is an act of defiance. Taking control of one's body. In others, it is submission." You scarcely feel it this time, and in moments, she's placing the earrings in your new piercings, and looking around for a mirror. She holds it up, showing you the new earrings.
"Which one is it for you, ooma?"
A warm feeling fills me like an old friend. I haven't felt this way in a long time and when I internalize, as she moves from one ear to the other, gently talking about defiance and submission, I recognize the feeling. I have a word for it: Trust.
I am reveling so much in my discovery, in Fleece's words, that I don't even feel the second prick. When my eyes refocus I am looking at myself. Everything is still the same, the cream-white skin, the long brown hair, the too blue eyes; except now there seems to be self possession in the deep azure. And there, next to those eyes small carved green birds, wings spread and almost moving - it is so intricately carved - placed delicately at each lobe.
I flex my neck, rolling my head to the side, watching the light play on the lines and curves of th wings. "They are beautiful, Ooma. I will treasure them."
I look at her and take the mirror from her hands, placing it farther across the bed. I lick my lips and take her hands in mine, threading her fingers inbetween mine. Then slowly, giving her time to pull away I lean back, bringing her over me, my hands above my head, her weight pressing them down into the mattress. "Both. It's a submission to this new version of me, and, to my trust in you. It's a defiance, to everything I was before."
She draws in a breath, inhaling as if she could hold the mixed scent of the two of you here together, then gently releases your hands. "I wish you well tonight. Be insumatt. Delight the soolka and may their tales of your songs trail back to me like waves lapping against the shore, always reminding me of my regret to miss it." She slides off of you, stands, then offers you a hand.
"If you knock at my door tonight after I have returned from the party, I will open it for you."