Yes, there is. You could have taken advantage of me during the time I was ... behaving strangely. It would have been trivial to do so, and I would have obeyed without a second thought.
No, that wasn't my question! Well yes, actually, I suppose it was, in a way. And of course, we'd all prefer mutual interest, that's obviously Who wouldn't want mutual interest, after all! It goes without saying. I'm sorry, this is a silly line of questioning.
[Smooth.
And yet, she continues after a few minutes of silence.]
It's just that, you know, I never really considered that as an option for myself back home. It's not that I think it's wrong or anything! Just it never occurred to me that I might, you know. Also be like that. But here I've had some interesting experiences and it's a little confusing!
This probably isn't appropriate for me to bring up, I'm sorry. I know we barely know each other.
[It's just been on her mind, and this is the first opportunity she's had to think about it. And talk about it.]
there has never been cause for her to put her feelings on this into words. Her "feelings" on anything were barely worth noting at all. Socializing barely had a purpose in this instance, and yet...]
Does your confusion come from doubts in your mind over whether you feel attracted to women or not?
Or does your confusion come from outside. From fear of others' reaction. From shame at the idea of what they will think of you. From the teachings of society or religion over what is "right" and what is "wrong".
I see. That makes sense, thank you. I think it's the first one. Back home, I can't imagine that my friends would judge me for it, and here it's perfectly acceptable.
It's just making me ask questions about myself that I never really asked before. I've enjoyed, um, being with women. Well, a woman. So I know I enjoyed that. But I'm not sure if that's now "what I like."
( It's followed with her touch, tracing circles in the soft knit of thigh-highs she finds the edge of just beneath the hem of her sweaterdress, knee-high boots otherwise insulating her from the winter chill. Sanguis brought out a warmth in her she didn't usually possess, just a few degrees higher than usual and keeping her extremities just as warm when they so often ran cool otherwise.
Angela lowers a hand atop the other woman's and guides it a bit further up, purring: )
Thank you, then.
( Angela's hand is a soft thing, mild callouses desperately kept soft at the tips of her fingers, along the sides from wielding scalpels and other such surgical implements over the years, discernable to sharp senses and an observative sort, not that she's paying attention to Angela's knuckles at the moment. It's clear the other woman wanted company tonight. And so does the doctor, as it turns out. She's been more outgoing again, now that Dante's gone for good. It hid the loneliness threatening to swallow her whole. )
[Someone with a sense of shame would reconsider doing this right here, right now. The bar wasn't that crowded, and the far corner booth Hazuki had chosen precisely for its dimmer lighting and privacy was doing exactly what she wanted it to...
But most people would surely hesitate, even for just a moment.
Hazuki doesn't.]
Mmm. Sounds good when you say it.
[Once-elegant, long-fingered hands with a strong grip and thick skin where the grip of a blade rests are more than eager to accept Angela's invitation, sliding beneath the warm hem of the other woman's sweater dress to seek out the warmth of her thighs instead, cleverly tip-tapping her way to where they meet, a bit of pressure urging them to part, just enough.]
German... ?
[She didn't care, per se. Not the way humans were supposed to genuinely invest in each other. But it was beneficial enough to know, and it elicited further speech for her to use as a guide.]
( Why reconsider? They're both here, both looking for a good time, and haven't they found it? Angela isn't shy and she knows how to be quiet, so the last thing she will do is shirk away from the other woman's touch as its guided up the inside of her leg, purring a reply of her own with the press of calloused fingertips to splay her legs.
So she does, just a few inches at the knees— just enough to allow the gap between, where she'll run into a dark lace thong already damp and likely easy to snap right apart with how delicate the material is. Not a reinforced seam in sight. )
Swiss-German, that's right. And I'll thank you as many times as you wish.
( Her own touch sinks down between them to press to the curve of Hazuki's waist, turning into her just an inch, two— enough to lean in and press a kiss to her throat, where she can feel the heat of her breath skim along the carotid and she can rest there, casual as can be. Absolutely just two good friends enjoying a drink and a friendly cuddle. Clearly. )
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wetworking) wrote2019-11-19 10:07 am
text, un: noir; a couple of days after the puppets are freed
Is this your address? I hope I'm contacting the right person.
This is Haru Okumura. I'm terribly sorry if I'm disturbing you.
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I wanted to thank you.
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There is no need to thank me.
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You could have taken advantage of me during the time I was
...
behaving strangely.
It would have been trivial to do so, and I would have obeyed without a second thought.
But you didn't. I am very grateful for that.
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That is all.
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Or as kind.
So thank you. I'm eternally in your debt. Please let me know if there is anything I can do to make it up to you.
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Or to make such a generous offer.
[if a girl like that did such a thing to the wrong person... what is she even thinking.]
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Did it really seem that generous? I thought it only seemed proper to offer. I'm in your debt, after all.
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I doubt I'd be able to make it up to you in any real meaningful way.
Moreover, it is a figure of speech, isn't it?
Is there something wrong with my thanking you?
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It's not wrong, merely wasted.
You can make it up to me by being more careful, then.
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I just wanted you to know that I'm grateful.
[There is a pause, and then a followup.]
So, does your earlier comment imply you are interested in women who are interested in you?
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...]
If you're asking with the intent to find out if I'm interested in women over men, then "yes".
And I prefer mutual interest.
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Well yes, actually, I suppose it was, in a way.
And of course, we'd all prefer mutual interest, that's obviously
Who wouldn't want mutual interest, after all! It goes without saying.
I'm sorry, this is a silly line of questioning.
[Smooth.
And yet, she continues after a few minutes of silence.]
It's just that, you know, I never really considered that as an option for myself back home.
It's not that I think it's wrong or anything!
Just it never occurred to me that I might, you know.
Also be like that.
But here I've had some interesting experiences and it's a little confusing!
This probably isn't appropriate for me to bring up, I'm sorry. I know we barely know each other.
[It's just been on her mind, and this is the first opportunity she's had to think about it. And talk about it.]
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You either are or are not.
[... but then again, she's always been the sort to simple decide and then execute. Confusion was a waste of time, Contractor or not.]
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How do you know if you are or if you aren't?
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Does it come from within, or without?
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Could you elaborate?
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there has never been cause for her to put her feelings on this into words. Her "feelings" on anything were barely worth noting at all. Socializing barely had a purpose in this instance, and yet...]
Does your confusion come from doubts in your mind over whether you feel attracted to women or not?
Or does your confusion come from outside. From fear of others' reaction. From shame at the idea of what they will think of you. From the teachings of society or religion over what is "right" and what is "wrong".
That is what I mean.
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I think it's the first one. Back home, I can't imagine that my friends would judge me for it, and here it's perfectly acceptable.
It's just making me ask questions about myself that I never really asked before.
I've enjoyed, um, being with women. Well, a woman. So I know I enjoyed that.
But I'm not sure if that's now "what I like."
When did you know that it was what you liked?
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And your family?
[Bitterness was a pointless emotion... yet though she would never let it interfere with her missions, she knew it well.
Just as she knows her answer isn't a helpful one... But it's her answer.]
I always knew.
You may just like "her". That is for you to determine.
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[It's simple and honest. Why beat around the bush about it?]
And yes, that's what I'm trying to work out. If it's just an attraction to this woman, or to women in general.
But thank you for talking about it with me. I do appreciate it.
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You'll probably need to try a few more women, then. It should be easier in a place like this.
I was simply available. You don't need to thank me.
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I'm not sure I'd know where to start doing something like that... the idea of "trying a few more women" just makes my face heat up.
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Use the "moonblessing". That's a start.
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Just... go out and find people? During the moons?
I could never do something like that, I don't think! That'd be a little embarrassing.
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Otherwise, you just wait until you happen to find a woman interesting or not.
It's up to you.
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I can try, after all.
Maybe it won't be for me, but I won't know unless I do, right?
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If you try and don't like it, just stop.
[simple]
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You tried it, and found you liked it?
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And I liked it, yes.
a blip in the matrix )
Hmmm.
( It's followed with her touch, tracing circles in the soft knit of thigh-highs she finds the edge of just beneath the hem of her sweaterdress, knee-high boots otherwise insulating her from the winter chill. Sanguis brought out a warmth in her she didn't usually possess, just a few degrees higher than usual and keeping her extremities just as warm when they so often ran cool otherwise.
Angela lowers a hand atop the other woman's and guides it a bit further up, purring: )
Thank you, then.
( Angela's hand is a soft thing, mild callouses desperately kept soft at the tips of her fingers, along the sides from wielding scalpels and other such surgical implements over the years, discernable to sharp senses and an observative sort, not that she's paying attention to Angela's knuckles at the moment. It's clear the other woman wanted company tonight. And so does the doctor, as it turns out. She's been more outgoing again, now that Dante's gone for good. It hid the loneliness threatening to swallow her whole. )
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But most people would surely hesitate, even for just a moment.
Hazuki doesn't.]
Mmm. Sounds good when you say it.
[Once-elegant, long-fingered hands with a strong grip and thick skin where the grip of a blade rests are more than eager to accept Angela's invitation, sliding beneath the warm hem of the other woman's sweater dress to seek out the warmth of her thighs instead, cleverly tip-tapping her way to where they meet, a bit of pressure urging them to part, just enough.]
German... ?
[She didn't care, per se. Not the way humans were supposed to genuinely invest in each other. But it was beneficial enough to know, and it elicited further speech for her to use as a guide.]
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So she does, just a few inches at the knees— just enough to allow the gap between, where she'll run into a dark lace thong already damp and likely easy to snap right apart with how delicate the material is. Not a reinforced seam in sight. )
Swiss-German, that's right. And I'll thank you as many times as you wish.
( Her own touch sinks down between them to press to the curve of Hazuki's waist, turning into her just an inch, two— enough to lean in and press a kiss to her throat, where she can feel the heat of her breath skim along the carotid and she can rest there, casual as can be. Absolutely just two good friends enjoying a drink and a friendly cuddle. Clearly. )