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John: Finish Whining
You are still John Egbert, and you have just wrapped up throwing the Biggest Baby Tantrum in your life on your 15th birthday. At least the biggest since the last one in which your father refused to buy you Liv Tyler (also on your birthday). Birthdays seem to be a stressful time for you. Your paradox sister stands over you as you lay uselessly in your driveway staring up into the dark LOWAS sky.
"John..."
"I'm sorry, Jade... I didn't mean to imply being here with you isn't fun..." You sigh, finally taking a breath.
The dog-eared girl takes a seat beside you, crossing her legs and joining you in a gaze toward the sky. "It's okay. I miss Dave and Rose, too. Even Karkat!"
"Heh, Karkat... beep beep meow. Heh hehe..."
"Hehehe yeah! I bet he would be so angry if he heard you say that." Jade giggles. Her laugh and smile are infectious and it's not very long before you feel one spreading onto your own face as well. It doesn't last, however, because all you can think about is how it's still another year before you can see them again, and even once you all meet up who is to say there would be even time to hang out and have fun? You'd already be in the new session and fighting to win the game right away.
Jade notices how quickly the mood deflates once again and glances down sadly. "John, it's still your birthday so I have one more present to offer you. If you want to join the others on the meteor for the final year of the trip, I can send you there."
Your sapphire blue eyes widen in surprise. "I thought you said your teleportation powers weren't working this far away from the Green Sun!?"
"Well, they don't. For the most part. But I can gather just enough energy to send you and only you. If you wanna go..." She adds with a sad smile. Hearing the soft tone of her voice makes you realize even offering to do this is tough for her, but she's still doing it anyway... Good Sister, Best Friend...
"Jade... I chose to stay with you for a reason. I won't just leave you alone now! What a crappy friend that would make me, geez!"
"It's okay, John! Really! I'm not alone and you know that. Me and Davesprite may have broken up but we're still friends. And don't forget Nanna and Jaspersprite! Besides, even if I was alone I would be okay. I lived alone pretty much my whole life. One year wouldn't kill me." She gives a wide, warm smile with shimmering green eyes sparkling behind her circular eyeglass frames. "Besides, I'm sure they miss you too. Also wasn't there a troll girl there who seemed eager to hang out with you? You should meet her!!!"
At this point, Jade seems more excited about the prospect than you do, though the thought of meeting the girl in question makes it hard to hold back blush crawling onto your cheeks. It's been two years. You have to wonder if she even still cares about you. The whole idea just makes you nervous!
"I- I should?"
"Yes, John! You are a growing boy and you should meet some girls that are not related to you! Even if they are grey aliens with horns!!" She smirks, prodding your shoulder teasingly.
"Wow... all right then! Maybe you are right! ... Are you sure about this? I know I was just acting like a big stupid baby but I really don't mind staying! Honest!" You make an effort to reassure her.
"I'm sure!!! I had a great time with you over the past two years! But you should go see the others! It's the least I can do for my friend on his birthday!"
"Okay, Jade! I'll take you up on your offer!"
"Great!"
Be the Knight of Time.
In a similar time, traveling through the darkest spaces of the Furthest Ring, a lone meteor flies. Inside one of the many rooms amidst the twisted hallways of the facility. You are now a young, blonde-haired man in a pair of sweet shades, Dave Strider. You and Karkat Vantas discuss topics of great importance.
"And then the man booms a sweet dunkie in the bucket and does a little dance on the mat. And that is how Basketball works." You explain, laying back on a sofa with your arms resting behind your head.
"Strider, the cells in my thinkpan are going to commit ritual mass suicide if I have to listen to one more word of this gross and offensive bullshit! There is no way you are not fucking with me!" The grey-skinned creature growls back. His lack of amusement is expected, but you're okay with that.
"Nah dude. Why would I lie about that?"
"Exactly! It would serve no purpose except to be pointless and irritating! Both things you excel at! When it comes to being pointless and irritating you cannot hope to beat Dave Strider. He is simply the best there is!"
"Thanks, bro, I'm touched."
"Fuck you!"
"Point: Strider. Guess I win this round. Thanks for playing." You continue, still poker faced.
"I.. what... that... AGH! That makes no sense! There are no points! And if there were YOU certainly would not win any! You would win exactly zero points and be a forgettable loser douche forever! Why do I even talk to you?!" Karkat shouts as he slaps his palm to his face in frustration.
"Feel free to leave. I'm okay chilling here though."
"No! I found this room first! In fact, I'm going to use it to watch a movie! Look at this one! It's called "Employee of the Month!" Looks like an award winner to me!"
"Oh fuck no you are not watching that Dane Cook trash anywhere within my line of sight. The only award that thing has won is the award for containing the biggest poser in the history of everything. There has never been nor will there ever be another poser bigger. Shit even you have given me more entertainment than he has, which is slightly more than none at all." You groan as you finally sit up, glaring at Karkat behind your shades hard enough to where your intentions are known even while your eyes are hidden.
"Hah! Guess you'll just have to leave then! Point: Vantas. Also another point: Vantas for good measure. Adios, ass munch! I'll just be here, enjoying my room and my movie like the greatest fucking winner ever!" Karkat grins, taking out his husktop and getting ready to play the Dave-repelling movie.
"Fine, dude. Guess I'll just go hang out with Terezi. No problem at all."
Karkat froze in place, trying not to give away his reaction. He couldn't get angry about this anymore. If Terezi was happy hanging out with Dave then that is what mattered. "Fine! Later, Fuckface!"
Before you can leave, however, a distressed cry is heard from the back of the room, originating from, oddly enough, the ceiling. You turn in time to see John Egbert landing upon a pile of books Rose hoarded up earlier in the day with a booming thud.
"What the sweet holy fuck was that?!" Karkat exclaims looking up just as a portal with Jade on the other side disappears, but not before she gives a cute little wave.
"Uuugh" John mumbles as he tries to fight his way from the attacking literature.
"Sup, Egbert. Happy Birthday." You utter in greeting, clearly not at all phased by John's sudden appearance. Truthfully you are a bit surprised and even delighted, but no use letting anyone actually see that.
"Dave!! Oh, and you're Karkat, right!? The scowl kinda gives it away... Yesss this is awesome already! Hey guys!"
"Egbert, what the shit is this?! You're supposed to be on that stupid boat with Jade! Did you leave her there all by herself?!? UN-fucking-believable!!" Karkat continues to holler, but if anything this outburst was only bringing more joy to John.
"Karkat, it's really cute how you're concerned for her. She had a kiss to give to you but I am afraid the only way for you to get it is if I deliver it. So get ready!" John grins mischievously. Karkat gags in respone.
"Keep your grotesque face away from any part of my body, Egbert, unless youwant me to abscond into an ablution trap full of acid!"
"Glad you still seem like the same ol' Karkat. And Dave, looking cool as ever! Anyway, in case it wasn't obvious, Jade offered to send me over here as one last birthday gift! I took her up on the offer. So it was her idea and she insisted so no need to get all grumpy at me for it!" John explains, though you notice his eyes darting around the room quite often.
"So guys uh... who else is around...?"
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Vriska: Wake Up
Your name is Vriska Serket, you have just woken up, and you are bored out of your mind. It is times like these when you just cant help thinking about what had happened.
You wake up to realize that you are lying facedown on the ground. Your right shoulder hurts like hell, and you have no idea how long you have been unconscious. You are not entirely sure exactly what happened between you and Terezi after she confronted you on the issue of Jack Noir. You turn onto your back and roll your eyes in irritation as the pain in your shoulder flares up again.
Whats this youre lying in? It looks like a puddle of blue...oh. Its your own cerulean blood. Now you remember what happened. Terezi had tried to kill you in an attempt to stop you from going after Jack Noir. You had done your best to twist away at the last moment, and she ended up only getting you in the shoulder. It worked all the same, you suppose, and now youve got a nice big gash in your right shoulder that seems to have started to close a little bit.
Welp, being alive is a plus. You guess.
You realize that you look like youve just crawled out of hell, so you decide to see if you can find something to clean up with. It wouldnt do at all for you to walk around covered in blood.
You brush your thick black hair out of your face, stand up and look around. Nobody seems to be anywhere near. You guess they are all inside doing something or other. Three years on a meteor is a long time, after all. From what youve seen, everyone seems to have paired off and gone their separate ways. It kind of bugs you, to be perfectly honest.
After changing into a fresh set of clothes, which, of course, are identical to all the other outfits you own, you set off down a hallway. You arent sure exactly where youre going. On a meteor this big, it doesnt really matter.
You poke around aimlessly, wandering the halls of the facility you live in. You come across a couple of the humans talking in one of the rooms. They glance at you but mostly ignore you.
You walk for a fairly long time before giving up. There are officially no other options open to you. Youll just have to go to the unofficially established social center of the place. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Three years is a long time to be trapped on a meteor with nothing else to do besides talk to...you guess you would call them your friends. You arent sure if they still consider you a friend.
Be the Seer of Mind.
One room away from the hallway the Thief of Light is walking down this very moment, a young troll with angular red glasses is standing off to the side with a pensive look on her face. You are now Terezi Pyrope, the blind girl with a taste for colors, literally.
You, ironically, are thinking about the same moment Vriska is thinking of. You replay the scene in your mind, flipping the coin, Vriska turning to leave, you stabbing her from behind.
You wonder if what you did was the right thing. Too late now, you suppose. You were sure that Vriska is now dead.
Your assumption could not have be more completely incorrect. You take a whiff of your surroundings and freeze completely. It makes no sense to you - you are convinced that you must be wrong, but you know that being wrong is equally impossible as the scent you have just caught.
You must know for sure. You turn towards the door and walk right up to her.
Terezi. She greets you with a cold nod.
Vriska. Your face remains impassive. Youre not dead. You dont regret being so easily blunt with her at all.
No, Im not dead, she agrees easily. No thanks to you. I dont suppose youre going to try and kill me again.
You do not reply, instead shaking your head slowly and turning to walk away. You honestly dont mind that Vriska is alive; you just find it surprising that you hadnt killed her. As long as she doesnt go after Noir. And you made sure that she would not be going after him anytime soon.
You shake away your thoughts. Whats done is done. You may not still want Vriska dead, but since you tried to kill her, the two of you havent exactly been on good terms. Nothing like an open rivalry has ever emerged, but you still prefer to keep your distance from the other troll. Just because.
Be the Thief of Light.
You are Vriska once again. You arrive in the doorway of the large room where the buzz of conversation seems to be coming from. At a quick glance, you can see a few of your friends. You also see the human Dave Strider talking to Karkat in the corner.
Then, all of a sudden, Terezi is standing in front of you, seemingly materialized from thin air. You nod and greet her, and she does the same. Both of you obviously feel a little awkward, so you decide to bypass her and find someone else to talk to. You let her pass through the door and go off to do who knows what and enter the room.
As you walk into the room, Karkat turns to look at you from where he is talking to the human Dave Strider. You dont bother to say hello to either of them. You know that Karkat thinks that youre completely insane and Strider probably shares the same opinion. Not that you arent, youll give him that. You just wish Karkat would give you a little more credit than that.
You give up. Maybe you would rather just wander the place aimlessly for the next year of the journey. Yes, that sounds much more interesting. You turn and leave the room, heading off to what you can only hope are bigger and better things.
Halfway down the hallway, you hear a yell and then a loud thud that sounded like the thud of a body hitting the floor somewhere behind you. You turn in surprise, but nobody is there. You shrug and make to resume walking.
You suddenly hear a new voice coming from the room you just left. But of course its impossible. You are on a meteor that is hurtling through space. There is no way anyone could have joined you. It must be just one of your friends.
Then you hear Karkats voice, loud as always, say Egbert. The name vaguely echoes in your head, like something from a half remembered dream. Maybe...no, that cant be it.
Still, something prompts you to turn and start walking back toward the doorway you had just left. You can hear snippets of a conversation between Karkat, Strider, and the new voice through the open door as you approach it.
You stand beside the doorway listening, this being one of the rare times that you arent certain what you are going to do.
This is stupid.
You decide that standing there like an idiot waiting is stupid and walk into the room.
You stop dead in your tracks.
There, standing in a messy pile of books, is a boy with bright blue eyes, black hair, and glasses.
What.
You stop and stare. There is no way your eyes can be working right. As far as you are aware, John Egbert hasnt been on this meteor. Ever. You have never seen the faintest trace of him here. Zip. Zero. Nada. This explains absolutely nothing about why the hell he is now standing fifteen feet away from you.
You slowly walk into the room until you are standing only a few feet away from the boy you know is John. You dont know how you know for sure that its him, you just know.
Shoving your hands in your pockets, you look at him with an expressionless face. You arent sure what to make of this. So you guess you'll just start with the obvious.
Hello, John.
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Be Karkat
You cannot be Karkat at this time. He is too confused and angry.
Be John
You are once again John Egbert, and before your friends have a chance to answer your question, footsteps alert you to the presence of another. A feminine voice speaks your name, and your eyes fixate upon the Troll girl that now graces your vision. Despite the fact that you had never actually seen or heard her before, something in the back of your mind puts the pieces together.
"Vriska...?" You finally manage to utter. You're staring, but you don't quite realize it. She's more beautiful than you had imagined, though frankly your imagination had taken a joke you had made about the Trolls looking like Howie Mandel from Little Monsters and ran with it. In which case the bar had been set pretty low for being more attractive than your imagination, however those things aside, she was gorgeous even by human standards and likely Troll standards, too. Long, wild black hair. A pleasant shade of grey skin. And the way her two fangs peeked out on the sides of her blue lips was bewitching, to say the least.
Karkat turns to see what you're looking at and immediately his eyes widen as if a horrible realization just struck him. "OHhh No! No no no NO! I've already had to deal with Rose and Kanaya, and Terezi and Strider all shooting disgusting little looks at each other all the time, I am NOT going through it again with you two! I am putting my foot down! If I put my foot down any harder it will crack this fucking meteor in half! This isexactlywhat I was afraid of!"
"Jesus christ, dude... Your capability for blowing shit out of proportion is bordering on legendary." Dave comments and you can practically see his eyes rolling even behind the shades.
You take this time to dust yourself off and approach Vriska, your gaze having never really left her. She's about your height and you can't help but be entranced by her left eye. Six pupils arranged in a circular pattern around a seventh. Her text smileys with eight eyes had apparently been more than just a cute little quirk. You definitely don't seem to notice the rather dorky smile that has found its way to your face.
"John! If you value your existence at all (and I'm not even sure you do given how many times you've gotten yourself killed already) you'll stay away from her! She's a murderous psychopath!" Karkat clamors on.
You finally glance over to him and raise an eyebrow. "You mean she's... a Troll?"
"This is different!" He continues. "She killed people she considered friends! For immensely shitty reasons!"
"Dude, isn't your best friend the crazy juggalo who went on a murder spree for literallynoreason?" Dave chimes in.
"Shut your bloated fucking throathole and stay out of this, Strider!"
You turn your attention back to Vriska. Indulging in the argument seemed silly. Your eyes continued to scan her, taking note of her asymmetrical horns. One with a crooked point and another forked. You kinda want to reach out and touch them but it probably would be pretty rude to do the first time meeting someone face to face...
"Karkat, Vriska is my friend. I'll talk to her if I want and that's all there really is to say on the matter."
You scratch the back of your head nervously, now realizing you don't quite know what to say to her. "Hey, Vriska. It's great to finally meet you. You look really good! Glad you recognized me. I guess I grew a bit over the past couple years?"
"Egbert Translator: He wants to smooch you." Dave chimes in causing you to flush immediately.
"Dave!"
"What, bro? You looked like you were ready to commence the timeless courtship ritual of standing outside her window while holding a boombox over your head."
Your eyes roll hard at the reference, but Karkat seems unconvinced.
"Please. Egbert is nowhere near as suave as Cusack. He is, at best, a nerdier version of Freddie Prinze Jr." Karkat responds causing Dave to just stare in his direction in disbelief.
"Holy shit, dude. I was making a joke but you seriously brought out this shitty romance movie analysis that you're proud of for some reason. Please leave." Dave orders. You're about ready to scream.
"Oh my god! Leaving actually sounds great! Is there somewhere else we can talk? This is getting pretty silly!" You ask Vriska, hoping to end the madness at least for the time being.
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Be Vriska
What the hell are you talking about. You are already Vriska.
Vriska: Meet John for the first time
You cant resist the urge to grin a little at his guess. At first you had wondered if he would be able to figure out who you are, but you realize that you should have known he would piece it together.
Its kind of nice to see a smile on someones face directed at you for once, but youre not sure if John is actually aware that hes smiling. You wait for several seconds with a half amused half expectant look on your face, watching him stare at you.
On the other hand, you cant help taking your own look at him. You guess you have always pictured him as a dorky little kid with big glasses. You arent sure if youre just a little maybe possibly the slightest tiniest bit biased, which of course you arent, but you find him charming, in his own way.
Fine, you think hes handsome. Shut up, its not your fault, you cant help it.
You thoughts are rather rudely interrupted by Karkats outburst. You breathe in slowly in clear frustration, paying absolutely no attention to whatever the hell hes yelling at you and John. If this guy doesnt shut up within the next three seconds exactly, you swear you are going to rip his nubby little horns right off his head.
You are momentarily distracted from Karkats outrage by John, who in the meantime has moved so that he is now standing right in front of you. The two of you havent broken eye contact since you got into the room. You had wondered if he might be put off by your vision eightfold, but he doesnt seem to be freaked out by it. Which makes you wonder exactly how many crazy things hes seen.
Karkats continued ranting is starting to really tick you off now. You dont know how much John knows about your past, but thats just the point. Its the past. You dont need him knowing every single thing youve done.
You turn your head to look at Karkat at the same time as John does, fixing him with a hard glare. Right now you are just about fed up with the shouting asshole.
But at least John doesnt seem to be fazed by Karkats rant. You suppose its because of the countless hours the two have doubtless spent talking on Trollian. That doesnt change the fact that you are considering adding Karkat to the list of people youve killed. Its a damn good thing youre better at controlling anger than Karkat, you think grimly.
You notice that John is looking at you again, so you turn back to look at him and let your hands unclench from where they had been balled into tight fists in your pockets.
You resist the urge to smirk at Karkat. You know he hates it when his incessant shouting doesnt work. But your satisfaction is more about what John says than how Karkat reacts. Youre happy that he considers you a friend, at least.
A slight smile curves the corners of your lips a little, revealing a little more of your fangs as you realize that John is babbling a little. You guess you dont blame him; after all, the two of you have been talking for quite a while without actually meeting in person.
Johns embarrassment at Striders sudden interruption is obvious, and therefore amusing. You find the way the humans blood goes to their face when theyre embarrassed rather funny.
You are starting to feel a little awkward though. Karkat and Strider are clearly locked in some sort of terrible movie battle, and John, for once, doesnt seem as amused as he normally would be.
You return your attention to John. Finally, a way out. You were hoping for an excuse to get away from the place. You already feel awkward enough meeting John for the first time without those two putting in their snide comments every other sentence.
Yeah, we can talk somewhere else. Like, anywhere but here. Come on. You turn on your heel and head back out the door and down the hallway. You dont need to look back to see if John is following you - you know he will be.
To be honest, you have no clue where the two of you could catch up without being interrupted. So you decide that one of the many spare rooms with nothing in it would work well enough.
You pick a door at random and try the handle. Its unlocked. Cool.
Entering the room, you head to the wall on the right and lean comfortably on it with your arms crossed, watching John with that slight smile still on your face. You have no idea why youre smiling. It feels stupid and right at the same time. Weird.
I guess we have a lot of catching up to do, you say after a few seconds of awkward silence. Its been what, two years?
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John: Follow the Spidertroll
Your grin widens a bit as Vriska seems to share your interest with separating from the Karkat and Dave squabble. Meeting them was great and you're sure you'll all have plenty of fun together later, but for now some distance from Karkat's frothing rage and Dave's incessant need to make everyone uncomfortable is probably the best thing for you if you have any intention of talking with Vriska without interruption. So you follow her along the halls of the cold, eerie interior of the meteor's facilities.
Eventually she opens up a room, seemingly at random, and you enter along with her. There are soft red curtains lining the walls along with some desks and sofas. It looks like some old person's study or reading room. There are more dusty books on shelves, all which seem to have to do with cloning science or ectobiology. You now seem to remember that this is probably the lab Karkat used to create the paradox clones during his session. After poking around for a few moments you turn back to the Troll girl leaning against the wall. You notice her watching you with a bit of a smile and it causes you to blush again and glance away shyly. You mentally smack yourself. Why do you feel so embarrassed? This girl had the ability to see your entire life through crazy alien time technology and she saw your entire quest until Rose's blackout. You should be used to her staring at you...
But this was different. Now you could look back at her and there was no doubting that just how pretty she was caught you off-guard. Finally she speaks in that alluring voice of hers, indicating that there was a lot to catch up on. You wonder how true that is in your case.
"Heh, yeah, two years. I'm not sure what there is to say about it, though... I had a lot of fun with Jade and Davesprite. We played games, watched movies, explored the planets from our session with our crazy super powers. It was pretty awesome!" You begin with a dopey smile. You probably don't know just how much like a kid you sound but hey you still are a kid so that's kind of the point. "But after a while I guess I started to lose it. As much as we had to do, in theory, all my frustrations kind of erupted all at once while we were watching Con Air. I realized it was terrible and I guess I felt like an idiot for liking it so much before. Then it was just one thing after another..."
You pace along the room a bit, crossing your arms over your god tier outfit. "I'll be honest, Vriska... One of those things was being worried about you. The last time we talked you were basically explaining how you were going to go fight Jack. Like you felt it was the right thing to do. At the time I didn't really discourage you. I think I felt like the only reason I didn't want you to do it is because I didn't want you to die and given the severity of our situation maybe that seemed selfish...? Like if you had a chance to beat him you should take it... Next thing I know Karkat is talking to me on your account and he seems hesitant to give any details about what happened over here. I tried not to think too much of it. I even tried to pretend that I forgot most of the stuff we talked about. I thought that if you knew I was worried about you you might be offended. That you might think I didn't have any faith in you. I did but... I was worried anyway... Consider it a stupid human emotion, I guess, heh." You try to laugh but your explanations just remind you how much of a knot the whole thing had put in your stomach at the time.
But you turn back to Vriska and that warm, cheerful smile returns. She's right there in front of you. You could stop worrying finally. At least about her. Instead you now had to worry about not looking like a complete doofus right in front of her. "Don't pay any attention to what Karkat was saying. We already talked about everything you did and he knows it. I admit it scared me at first, knowing.. what you've done, and it seemed like people didn't want me interacting with you, but... I still felt a connection to you. I felt like they weren't giving you enough credit. I doubt I would have gotten as far as I had if it hadn't been for you! Heh, maybe I'm crazy but I don't really care! I still want to be your friend. Hopefully you're still cool with that too..."
You scratch the back of your head in another nervous moment which seems to be a recurring thing for you now. You take a seat on one of the sofas and continue gazing in Vriska's direction. "Wow I kind of went on for a while there, sorry! I don't think I've talked that much at once in years! How have things been here? Seems like Karkat and Dave still aren't getting along very well, heh. What ended up happening two years ago? Did you decide against fighting Jack...?"
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Vriska: Catch up with John
You resist the urge to widen your grin at Johns sudden embarrassment. Its not necessarily that you find his embarrassment funny - its more that you find it funny that the two of you cant seem to piece together a coherent conversation after waiting years to meet. Irony at its finest.
You wish you could think of something to say though. Clearly you wont be able to catch up on two years of missed life if you cant even talk to John without one of you trailing off awkwardly.
From what you hear, John has been living a fairly normal life for a human kid, at least minus the magic. You have no idea what Con Air is, but you assume its probably one of those horrible movies that he loves so much...or at least, he used to love so much.
When he turns to look at you again you can see something in his eyes, something not unlike surprise. Its only there for a moment, but youre sure you see it.
You realize how strange it feels not to be know what John is thinking. Usually your friends thoughts are significantly more transparent. But you find him to be difficult to read, despite his expressive face. You are not sure why, but you like the uncertainty.
You are a little surprised when John mentions being worried about you. Worrying in itself is not a...you guess you could call it an emotion...worrying is not an emotion familiar to you, or trolls in general, you think. Its even stranger to consider the fact that someone could be worried about you in particular. You have always thought of yourself as a person who never warranted...worrying. Though maybe Noir could be an exception.
From what you can see, it looks like John is trying and failing to find some kind of humor in his explanation. But then your eyes meet again and the solemnity disappears. You absentmindedly wonder if this is what the red quadrants are supposed to feel like. You havent had a red relationship in a long time since nobody on this meteor really seems to want to talk to you, so youve somewhat forgotten. The only problem with it is that you have absolutely no idea how to react to it.
So when he says that he wants to be your friend, you just kind of look at him in mild surprise. An offer of friendship is the last thing youd expect to get on this meteor. You realize, much to your surprise, that you would actually be happy to be friends with John.
You suddenly realize that John is staring at you expectantly, waiting for you to answer his question about Jack Noir. Claiming a seat on the couch opposite from him, you half sit on one of the end cushions, half lean on the arm of the couch, facing him on your side.
I guess I did decide to not fight him. Kind of. I mean, I never did go after him and fight him.
You stop for a moment. You hate thinking about what stopped you from going after Noir, but you know that John needs to know. Especially after worrying about you like he did. And he makes you feel...maybe accepted would be the right word. You dont have to hide your mistakes from him like you originally thought you would.
Terezi stopped me from going after him, you say a little grudgingly. There. You told him the truth without going into too much detail. Without realizing it, your hand strays to your shoulder to brush the scar left by the stab wound Terezi gave you. Even after all this time, there is still a mark where the blade had entered your shoulder. It hasnt bothered you for nearly two years, but it stays there, reminding you of what happened every time you see it, reminding you of the fight you could have won.
But anyway, after that, life just kind of got boring. Most of what you missed was just up to cutting the plan to fight Noir. After that its just two years of not a thing to do whatsoever. Karkat was right about Terezi and Strider. And about Rose and Kanaya. Honestly, it does get annoying to watch - I get where hes coming from. But otherwise, I dont really talk to anybody here much, I guess.
Even as you say it, you realize its true. It feels good to open up to John, even if just to talk to someone. You havent had a real conversation in nearly two years. Being able to tell him all of this makes it easier to get your own thoughts in line too.
You dont know exactly what youre hoping to take away from this. You are a little wary of making friends, partially because of your experience for the last two years. But this feels different, more like a real friendship.
Its...its nice to finally meet you in person, John. You offer what you hope is a friendly smile. You arent sure exactly how friendly you can look with your fangs poking out between your lips and your freaky left eye, but you hope the amicable intentions got across to him.
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John: Mourn the loss of the Shipping Diagram
You silently but intently listen to Vriska's side of the story. Her reluctance to go into to detail about how Terezi stopped her from fighting Jack made it seem like a sensitive subject and you figured it was best not to press it further. You also wouldn't admit your relief that someone stopped her. This was your first conversation in two years so it made sense that it might take some adjustment to truly get back to the level of comfort you both once had with each other. One of the more interesting tidbits of information was the reveal that Karkat's offhand comment about Dave, Terezi, Rose and Kanaya hadn't been just a bunch of hot air.
"Wow, so Karkat was right about the sloppy Troll/Human makeouts? He truly is a genius concerning all things romance!" You joke. "Then again this completely annihilates his shitty shipping diagram he made for us humans. Guess I won't be marrying Rose after all! Rest in peace, terrible romance suggestions from an alien."
You realize that your humor might have been ill-timed, however. The loneliness in Vriska's voice was becoming more apparent as she explained how she didn't really talk to anyone. Suddenly your earlier tantrum with Jade seems even more childish. Spending the two years almost entirely alone would have been maddening. You feel sorry for her. You don't say it out loud as she would likely not appreciate the pity.
Then she gives you a smile while saying it was nice to meet you finally. That brief flash of happiness from her makes the whole decision to come over here well worth it to you. "Yeah! It is nice... I gotta say I was always kinda jealous before when you could see me but I couldn't see you. I was really curious about what you looked like! Now that we're face to face I feel like I should be totally serious and honest with you. Seriously honest. Seriously."
You put on your best serious face as you look into her eyes, but it doesn't last for very long. You adjust your glasses in a futile effort to make yourself appear cooler than you are at the moment as you smile at Vriska, the blush finding its way back to your cheeks once again. "You're actually really pretty... Uh, hopefully you don't mind my saying so."
You take a deep breath. It was a relief to be able to finally say that out loud after thinking it since literally the moment you saw her. Well, you had toned your actual thoughts down a bit, at least. You hoped it didn't make things awkward but friends giving each other compliments couldn't have been that weird, right? You can't help but wonder what she thinks about you... You had seen a bit of a growth spurt over the past couple years. Did it work in your favor? The only opinions you could get were Jade's, Davesprite's and Nannasprite's. One was your sister, one was the orange bird version of your friend who never made a sincere statement in his life and the last was the spirit of your deceased grandmother resurrected inside a game construct. In short, three people who you didn't really want calling you handsome since even if they did who knew if they were just doing it to be nice or not.
You glance down at your outfit. The God Tier clothes were cool and all but for some reason it seemed inappropriate for the situation now. "Man, I probably should have thought ahead a bit and packed a bag before heading over here, heheh. Maybe I'll alchemize some new clothes in a bit... but hey that can wait! Is there anything you wanna do? Not quite sure what thereisaround here but I recall Karkat talking about how he was watching a bunch of Earth movies back when he was still trolling me. Maybe he actually has some good ones saved up. Or we can just talk more. Or hey whatever you want! Anything at all! Your choice!" The prospect of finally hanging out with Vriska was getting you pretty excited. You hope it gets her excited too. Clearly being on the meteor for so long with people she didn't really mesh with had put her into a bit of a funk. You now consider it your goal in life to make her happy again.
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Vriska: Embarrass yourself
As you finish your story, you realize that it actually does sound like a depressing life. For the first few weeks on the meteor it had been nice not having to talk to anyone and having no one bother you when you wanted to be left alone. But after a few months you had found yourself wandering the halls more frequently, looking for nothing in particular to do. And you arent lying - watching Terezi and Kanaya walking around happily with Strider and Rose was frustrating. It did get awfully lonely, you admit to yourself, but of course you would never tell anyone.
But one thing you hate more than anything else is sympathy. Which is why you are grateful to John for not saying anything even though he must be processing half a million thoughts in that head of his.
You can't help being a little amused at his attempt at being "serious." It's kind of cute how he seems to get flustered whenever he tries to talk to you. You just wish he knew he didn't have to try so hard. Like he just said, you've been able to see him for a long time. You've never cared if he didn't look cool.
Well, maybe a long time ago you did. But you know you don't care now, at least.
You feel a small smile creep across your face, and your eyes drop a little at the compliment. It had caught you off guard - you hadn't expected something like that coming from him. You half hope John doesn't see the embarrassing smile, but you also remind yourself that you don't necessarily need to hide what you're feeling around him. You've been doing it your whole life; it's a little hard to break the habit.
You look back at him, a trace of the smile still lingering on your face. When he was standing, you remember him being about your height, probably an inch or two taller than you, not counting your horns.
As you look at him curiously, you notice that over the last two years, he hasn't only grown taller, but he's also lost his boyish look. He still looks like a kid, but now he looks a little older. You think it looks good on him. Even the glasses look good on him. Its kind of surprising, given the fact that when you first started to troll him, you just thought he looked dorky. You guess things have changed. A lot.
You realize that you've been looking at him thoughtfully for several seconds now, almost staring. Quickly, you shift so that you're sitting in more of an upright position, cross-legged on the couch with your arms resting on your knees. You know you should tell him how you feel, but you have no idea how without making yourself sound ridiculous. You guess you can just wing it and see what comes out.
"You're more handsome than I thought you...I mean, not that I didn't think...I didn't mean...." You trail off awkwardly. This isn't going as well as you'd thought. You had meant to try to say you thought he was handsome without sounding cheesy or awkward. There goes that plan.
Mentally kicking yourself for your awkward attempt at a compliment, you think for a moment about what you could do with John. After two years wandering the meteor mostly alone, there isn't that much to do on it that interests you or that has ever interested you.
"There isn't that much here to do," you admit with a shrug, pushing yourself off of the couch to pace slowly across the room. Karkat probably does have some movies somewhere...but besides that and talking, the things we can do on this gigantic lump of rock amount to talking to the others and just kind of...walking.
You are rather frustrated that you cant offer any good ideas on what to do. Being able to just hang out with John is by far the best idea youve heard in a long time, and you are actually kind of eager to spend time with him, but when theres next to nothing to do, hanging out seems difficult.
We could just walk until we find something else to do, I guess... The idea had never worked too well when you were alone, but you think maybe when John is around the two of you can come up with something better to do than sit in a room and talk awkwardly. At the very least it would be nice to just walk....
Or we could try and find some of the others that dont know youre here yet. You arent thrilled with the idea of talking to your friends, but if John wants to catch up with them, then youre cool with it. You half want John to say that he would rather wander aimlessly with you, but you also know that John must be missing his other friends and want to catch up with them, so you can't help wanting him to ask to see them also. You kind of trail off and stop pacing, staring at the wall in front of you pensively, wondering what he'll want to do.
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John: Explore with Vriska
You notice Vriska watching you with those fascinating eyes and you can only wonder what she's thinking. You'd trade all the windy powers in the world for just a bit more insight into her mind. Were you just making a fool of yourself or were your words really lifting her spirits? When she gives that enchanting smile at your compliment that alone relieves your worries.
She then shifts her seat on the sofa and and manages to disclose her opinion of you in an adorably awkward way. You were so used to her being super confident in everything she said. It was nice knowing that some things could even make her nervous. You wouldn't say it out loud but Trolls and Humans didn't really seem all that different. You and her didn't seem all that different...
Still, a girl that stunning callingyouhandsome? If that had been the only present you got for your birthday this year you would have been more than satisfied. A warm, joyous feeling envelops your body and it causes your heart to race quicker. You give a dorky little chuckle in response and feel your face flush once again. Hopefully that would be enough to tell her that her words were appreciated without you having to fumble out more dumb and embarrassed things.
When she rises from her seat and explains how there wasn't much to do around the meteor you empathized completely. You were getting pretty bored on the ship and there you at least had whole entire planets to explore. What could there possibly been to keep a person entertained in that dark, ominous meteor whose only purpose was to house mad science? Vriska's suggestion of exploration seemed like the most logical thing at this point. You had to admit you were pretty curious about what other strange rooms lurked in the depths of the laboratory. She also offered to find the others, but you could sense the lack of enthusiasm in her voice with that secondary option. The way she even specified 'your' friends sort of cemented the idea that none of them really wanted to hang out with her. The way she gazed at the wall, almost like she was afraid of your response, made it clear there was only one option here.
You briskly leap from your seat and take Vriska's hand, leading her out of the room with a grin on your face. "C'mon! Exploration awaits!"
You both abscond back into the hallway and proceed through the dim corridor. It takes you a moment to realize you're still grasping Vriska's hand and now you're focused on the feel of her skin against yours, so pleasantly soft and warm. You reluctantly let go out of fear that it might be uncomfortable for her to have her hand commandeered by you unexpectedly. "Anyway..." You speak up trying to draw attention away from that. "There will be plenty of time for me to catch up with the others. I'm sure they'll be fine without me for a bit longer! Yes, being without me, their glorious leader, might have been tough at first, but by now they have learned to get by on their own. They grow up so fast. I am so proud of them!" You chuckle at the absurdity of your joke. You never really considered yourself their leader and you still don't. How did anyone ever get that impression anyway? You were just their friend! Big difference!
You poke around in the hallways for a bit, occasionally coming across strange rooms with large computers and other vague electronic equipment that no one could ever possibly be expected to use. One room you happen upon appears to be some sort of medical bay, but the instruments hanging around sort of give you the chills. Without much thought you grab a surgical mask and place it over your face before wielding a few rather dangerous looking bonesaws.
"All right sir, there's nothing to be concerned about I have done this operation at least twice. Once even successfully!" You begin to talk to the non-existent patient on the bed.
"Doctor are you sure about this? I just came in because I cut my thumb while slicing vegetables!" You respond to yourself in a higher-pitched voice.
"Don't worry sir, I am a professional. I studiously Googled every procedure I am about to perform. Literally nothing can go wrong ever"
"Well if you say so doct- AHHH WHY ARE YOU CUTTING OFF MY LEG."
"Whoop silly me I had the wrong chart up."
You suddenly glance back over to Vriska and chuckle nervously, gently placing the sharp tools back down and discarding the mask. "Uh yeah... This is stupid, I know."
Eventually you come across what appears to be a chest of potentially treasure variety. Curiously, you pop it open. Inside appears to be a white dress of some sort. "Weird place to keep something like this..." You comment before inspecting closer. To your surprise you notice the dress has Vriska's sign on it, and all of the sudden you get that terrible feeling like you are handling someone's undergarments without their permission and oh god it's even worse when they're standing right next to you. "Agh! Sorry, I found your stuff and I am all touching it like some sort of horrible creepy guy who touches things creepily." You blurt out, quickly closing it back into the chest and moving on through the room. However you do take a moment to look back to Vriska with a slight smile. "I bet that looks nice on you, though..."
The next room you enter catches you off-guard. It looks like some sort of master bedroom for a mansion. Red carpet patterned with gold, fancy chandelier, some exotic looking plants, a few of those weird computers, flat screen TV, a nice large bed, and even a piano! "Oh yeah, calling this room for sure!" You declare as you run over to the piano and take a seat. You tap a few keys idly and confirm that it is indeed in tune. The first thing that comes to your head to play is thesame melodyyou played on your birthday two years ago just hours before you entered the game. Such memories began to stir certain thoughts inside your head.
"Vriska..." You speak up while still continuing to play, your smile is gone for the moment and you're still intently staring at the keys as if you're contemplating something important. "Do you miss your life before the game...? If you could go back to before you played it... would you...?"
You're not sure what sort of answer she'll give, because you're not sure what answer you'd give either. Perhaps hearing her reasoning would help your own thought process.
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Vriska: Watch John be weird
You see Johns face turn red yet again at your words, and you wonder if its happening because of what you just said to him. Its kind of endearing, actually. And surprising that what you had said actually managed to take on a positive connotation. You had thought that you had just messed up big time. Of course, normally you dont try to say things like that, so you dont have the snarkiness that you normally display when talking.
You spend a moment wondering what his decision will be. You wouldnt mind going to visit the others - its not like you dont see them every day anyway - but still, you avoid them when you can.
You suddenly feel some kind of warm happiness when John suddenly grabs your hand and pulls you outside the room, and your fingers feel almost tingly where your grey skin meets his pink skin. Its like his natural happiness is catching. Even the grin plastered onto his face seems to be contagious, as you cant stop yourself from smiling as you follow him out of the room.
There is a small level of awkwardness to the fact that your hand is still attached to Johns, and it escalates rather abruptly when he lets go. You kind of wish he hadnt, but this is already awkward enough without holding hands. But the attempt at conversation quickly dissipates the awkwardness. Although you wouldnt admit, youre relieved that he would delay reuniting with his friends in favor of spending time with you. You understand the logic behind his reasoning though. You never really did pay attention to your team leader, you remember. Probably because you killed your team leader. You have to admit though, being friends with your teammates might have helped, though at the time you assumed that they would drag you down. You arent sure. But then, you arent sure of that many things any more.
You follow John through the hallways, watching him explore the same routes you used to explore back when you first got to the meteor. Its kind of interesting, watching someone else do the discovering instead of you.
You dont quite know how to react to the sudden enthusiasm over the room you enter thats full of medical tools. You assume its probably got something to do with one of the crappy movies he loves. Surprisingly though, you dont find it annoying or stupid like you might have two years ago. You see it as more of a lovable weakness for being weird. You hope John can tell that you dont mind it.
Still, leaving the huge bonesaws behind is a plus. Your face changes a little when you catch sight of the chest off to the side, adopting a more nostalgic look. You havent seen that in quite a while after storing it away ages ago. Back when you and your friends were still friends. Johns reaction to finding the dress brings a bit of a smile back to your face though. Its just an old dress to you now - a memory of a life that you no longer have.
Its okay, really. Its just an old dress, you say. I havent worn it in a long time... You have no doubt that it still fits. You just never have the urge to put it on again.
You follow John into the next room and lean on the piano as he starts playing, resting your chin on your arms. The tune that comes out of the piano is quiet, but you guess its a pretty song.
The sudden question makes you pause for a moment. You actually have never thought about the possibility of returning to life before the game. But now that the question is posed to you, you find it difficult to come up with a definite answer.
I guess I kind of do miss the life I had before all of this crazy shit started... you begin thoughtfully, half listening to the piano and half contemplating the question. I mean, it wasnt like I had a bad life. My lusus was a pain in the ass to feed...but I was well off, I suppose.
You think back to the two years you spent mostly alone on the meteor. The others kind of tried to include you at first, but that faded quickly. After that, it was two years of almost complete solitude. It got dull at first, then boring, then just plain hell.
If someone had asked me a year ago if I would go back to before I played the game, I probably would have said yes without a second thought. Its probably just because Ive been here for two years and being stuck on just one old meteor gets boring. But...I dont know now. You pause for a moment, collecting your thoughts and trying to figure out how to express them in a coherent manner. But still...I dont think I would take that option if I had it. At least, not now.
You realize that you might even be glad you played the game in the first place. If you hadnt, then youd still be on Alternia living out the same life that you had always lived before Sgrub. You wouldnt voice your thoughts in a million sweeps, but you know that if you hadnt played the game, you wouldnt have met the humans. More specifically, you wouldnt have met John. That is probably the most embarrassing thing you have ever admitted to yourself. But its still true.
It probably sounds insane, not wanting to go back to my old life where everything was routine and normal... you add as an afterthought. What about you? Do you ever miss your old human life?
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John: Reminisce
The piano tune continues to fill the room, but softly enough to where you can still hear Vriska. You absorb every word she says, partly out of genuine interest in her answer and partly because you just like hearing her voice. You understand her initial response. Being on the meteor was probably mind numbing in her case. It's a bit disappointing that there was a moment where she would have wanted to go back, but you're not nearly selfish enough to think that meeting you alone could warrant someone wanting to survive this entire ordeal. Still, when she admits that her mind had changed, you smile. Mostly to yourself as you look back down at the piano keys. You decide not to ask what changed her mind. It was nice thinking that maybe you had at least something to do with it, though.
She presents the same question to you and you remain silent until your song ends, after which you just sort of stare forward in thought. Eventually you tap on the keys a few more times idly and turn your sapphire blue eyes back to Vriska.
"Sometimes I think I do, but I think I probably just miss things about it. Mostly my dad..." You sigh softly, glancing away momentarily. It's not long until you're back looking into Vriska's captivating gaze. "It's kind of like you said. It's not like my life was bad or anything. It was pretty good, actually. I didn't even have to feed a Lusus! Well... I did have this hamster once but I feel like even beginning to compare those two things is probably so terribly inaccurate to the point of being offensive!"
You chuckle lightly as you stand up from the piano, wandering over to inspect one of the attractive looking plants resting upon a short bookshelf. "But the experiences I had in one day? And what's still ahead? People would kill to experience that sort of thing..."
You quickly realize how odd that must sound given Alterna's violent culture. "Uh, which would be pretty serious for us humans..."
You approach Vriska again, a charming smile having returned to your face. "What I'm trying to say is... I actually feel lucky to be a part of all of this. I'm not happy we've lost people along the way, but I don't think they'd want us to dwell on that forever. I think they'd be proud of us... I got to explore other worlds. I got to fight crazy monsters. I got to basically be a super hero. I made some great new friends.... I got to meet you."
Your hand reaches out and gently grasps Vriska's as it still rested upon the top of the piano, again triggering the satisfying feeling of your skin connecting with hers. You blush moderately, but not profusely or awkwardly and you don't shyly turn away. Instead, you just keep smiling. Speaking of those immense accomplishments made you realize that - come on, man! - you can handle talking to a girl you like without making it awkward. "So yeah, I wouldn't trade it for anything... I may have been getting bored on that ship and maybe the meteor isn't a much better setting, but with you here I'm actually looking forward to the rest of the journey!"
You suddenly hear a low growling noise and you're not surprised to find out it's your stomach. "Oh man, I haven't really eaten much lately. Jade had a bunch of cake ready for my birthday but my dad used to make so much cake that I think I'm allergic to it now or something. Really it was an obscene amount of cake. Probably an illegal amount.... Anyway, what do you say? Want to get something to eat? It doesn't have to be like a date or anything..." You finish with a playful smirk. Not that you'd mind if it was, though...
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Vriska: Go on a human d8?"
You notice a smile appear on Johns face, presumably as a reaction to your statement that you would rather stay than return to your old life. You would have told him that he was the reason you changed your mind, but you cant figure out how to say it without it sounding completely and utterly sappy. You wish you could though. You find the sound of the piano echoing in the room to be rather relaxing, and you watch in silence as his fingers move over the keys and then stop altogether.
Now its your turn to listen. You know his dad is some sort of guardian he was close to, so you understand why he responded the way he did. The term hamster, though, is unfamiliar to you. Since he mentions feeding it, you figure it must be some kind of pet small enough to be cared for by humans.
At first when you hear that he would kill for his experiences, you wonder what he means since killing is native to trolls. You guess that applies largely to you. But maybe its some kind of horrible thing for the humans. Your suspicions are quickly confirmed by Johns explanation.
You listen quietly to Johns reasoning. It does make sense to you, especially given the seemingly boring human life you know only a little about. But when he mentions meeting you and reaches out to take your hand, you feel the same tingle where his skin meets yours and find yourself returning the infectious smile he gives you. For a moment you do expect him to flush again, but surprisingly, he just keeps looking at you with that smile youre growing to love. Its nice to know that you are included in his list of reasons to stay.
You realize with some surprise that your fingers have curled around Johns hand in return, holding on maybe a little tighter than necessary. You dont remember when your hand closed around his, but its a pleasant feeling, albeit maybe a little uncomfortable for him. With a bit of chagrin, you loosen your grip to just loosely grasp his hand. Now that hes here, the next year doesnt seem nearly as bad as it did a couple hours ago. You might even look forward to the idea of spending a year on this meteor with him.
Even the idea that youre looking forward to the next year is surprising to you. You just spent the better part of two years almost completely alone on this meteor, then suddenly John shows up, and now its clear that it was worth the wait. Youve probably had more fun since he arrived than you had during your two years of semi-seclusion. Its one of the weirdest feelings youve ever experienced. For a moment you wonder if those feelings might be red. You arent sure what its supposed to feel like since youve never really been in this position, but you think you might have flushed feelings for him. Even Karkat had seen it, you realize. He had compared you to the only two possibly flushed couples on the meteor. You know your quadrants are messed up when Karkat Vantas, of all people, knows more about them than you do.
You quickly brush away your thoughts and turn your attention back to John. You dont have much of an appetite, but you can hear the gurgle in his stomach that you assume to mean that he needs food. You arent sure exactly what humans eat - besides cake, that is, so you suppose youll just root out an alchemiter so he can grab some food.
Lets find an alchemiter, you can probably make something using that. You gesture vaguely toward the door. I think its the room next to the one you landed in."
"It doesn't have to be a date unless you want it to be," you add as an afterthought, assuming he probably doesn't want it to be a date.
You stand in silence for a few moments before continuing.
John...thank you for coming, you say quietly, dropping your eyes to stare at the floor with a bit of a smile. It was a sincere thought, you realize. You are glad he showed up when he did. It brought some happiness back into your life. The last two years still linger in your mind as an unpleasant memory, but you don't think of it as much when you're around him.
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John: Go on a date with an alien
Vriska's tightened grip on your hand was a fantastic sensation. Not only that, it helped you sense that her feelings weren't all that different from yours. You had been a bit nervous at first, reaching out and touching her without prompt. She came from an entirely different culture. An entirely differentspecies. As many similarities there were between Trolls and Humans, there were also some pretty considerable differences. Romance seemed to be a major one, what with their complicated quadrants. For all you knew, holding her hand was a grave offense. You decided to take that risk because you cared enough about her and thankfully it paid off.
There's a brief mention of an alchemiter but your mind quickly focuses on what she said directly after, instead. Your grin widens and you reach out to take her other hand as well. "Geeeeez well when you put it that way... Let me think about it for a sec. Hmmm.. ahh.." You feign uncertainty as you gaze up to the ceiling momentarily before returning your sights to the ravishing woman before you. "I absolutely want it to be! This is officially a date now because I said a thing! Sorry, that's just the way this works!"
You were already having a great time with Vriska, but the prospect of actually going on a date with her makes you feel, appropriately, lighter than air. When she offers a thank you for making the journey to the meteor, you almost don't know how to respond. You follow her eyes as they glance to the floor and lean down a bit so you can meet them again. "I'm just sorry it wasn't sooner. Guess we have to make up for lost time, huh?" You smile softly and press your forehead against hers.
Reluctantly you pull away after a few long moments, releasing one of her hands but maintaining your grip on the other as you guide her out of the room and back into the dark corridors. You don't even give a second thought to cheesy it may have looked intertwining your fingers with hers as you both walked side by side. You didn't really give a damn. Neither of you walk very fast because as far as you're concerned you're already where you want to be and any other destination is fine just as long as she's still with you.
Be the Coolkid
Damn, if you thought you were lucky being John then you just got slapped in the face with a fistful of luck because you're now Dave Fucking Strider.
Sooooo cooooool.
You've been busy alchemizing some fresh chalk for Can Town, which has since been upgraded to Cantropolis. You're looking forward to giving them to Terezi and watching her flip her shit over the untainted dusty coloring sticks. New chalk was like simultaneously Christmas and her birthday. If Trolls had Christmas. Everything seems about ready though and as you head out the door you're suddenly greeted with the sight of John and Vriska looking particularly friendly with their hands clasped together.
"Oh, uh, hey Dave!" He utters in surprise, blushing a bit. He doesn't make any attempt to hide their gesture of affection, however. As usual, your expression is pokerfaced.
"Sup Egbert. Serket." You respond coolly, adjusting your grasp on all the chalk before it spills out onto the floor.
"You producing some of your fine artwork? Why chalk?" He inquires. You shake your head slightly.
"It's a Terezi thing. It's for Can Town. I mean. Can City? Cantropolis. Fuck I can't keep up with the names anymore."
"Wow that explains just about nothing at all! Thanks!" He grins and all you can do is shrug.
"Don't worry about it man. It's confidential info. Shit so secret it requires a blind Troll girl to smell a password inside a safe just to access the marvelous hidden treasures. Perhaps we'll initiate you soon. Come by sometime."
"Yeah, all right! Maybe later though... Vriska and I were gonna see what sort of food we could make with the alchemiter."
"Listen I have you hooked up. There are some fine ass meals in the fridge there and feel free to alchemize the shit out of them and make your own tasty masterpieces. You have my permission to be Iron Chef or Paradox Space. Secret Ingredient: Everything."
"Haha, awesome. Thanks, Dave! We'll hang out soon, then!"
You nod and he begins to head inside, but before they're both in you glance over to Vriska. "Hey Serket, got a sec?"
John looks confused for a moment and seems to be disappointed with having to let go of her hand. Nonetheless he smiles and looks back at you two. "I'll start getting things going then!"
Once John disappears into the room you turn to Vriska and sigh lightly. "Look I'm going to do something unusual and just talk straight for a change. No jokes no sarcasm. If you and John have something going, like actual genuine affection for each other, then that's awesome and I'm happy for you guys.
But... If you're playing some sort of game, just messing with him, or just doing this out of boredom then do everyone a favor and stop it now before he gets hurt. Cause if you do hurt him, things will probably go pretty bad for you. I mean, that's not even counting me. Jade is the one you'll have to watch out for. We might all be 'god tiers' but she's the closest one to the literal definition of god. She is the master of space merged with her prototyped First Guardian dog. I don't think we can comprehend what pissing her off would do.
Anyway, I'm not trying to threaten you. Just giving you some advice. Like I said, if the feelings are mutual, then more power to you guys. John's a good kid, he deserves some happiness. I'll admit, you and him? Seems like a pretty baffling combination to me. But if you make each other happy, who am I to judge?"
With that, you head off toward your rendezvous with Terezi and the Mayor. Some serious construction was needing to take place.
John: Alter wardrobe and begin to prepare feast
You're once again John Egbert and while you don't really know what Dave needed to talk to Vriska about, you figure it wouldn't hurt getting a bit of a head start on things. The place looked like a nice big dining room with settings of various types. Large group tables, sofas around coffee tables, even some more romantic, candlelit tables off to the side. Even though you said this was a date, you think those seats might be a bit too cliche. Besides, the sofas were right in front of a nice big TV and what better to go with great food than a great movie? Vriska mentioned in a very backwards way that she actually liked that one clip of Nick Cage you sent her, so maybe she wouldn't mind watching one of his films? Con Air was out of the question, at least for now. Maybe you'd learn to appreciate it again some time but at the moment the thought of it just kinda make you angry. Cage was still awesome, though.
Your stomach growls once again and you're eager to get cooking. Or alchemizing or whatever, but first you decide some new clothes are in order. It seemed a bit silly roaming around in the god tier outfit all the time, as comfortable as it was. Thankfully, when ascending to god tier you retained your previous outfit in your captchalog deck. The one Vriska had designed for you.
You decided that a few alterations were in order this time. Quickly you whip up a new version of the black green slime shirt, combining it with your god hood. It resulted in a black shirt with the light blue Hero of Breath symbol in place of the slime ghost. Not too bad.
Next you combine the green button-up shirt and one of Vriska's dice which you got when she gave you the codes. It results in a Vriska-blue button-up with an 8-sided die graphic on the front pocket. Yes, this was what you wanted.
You retain the same jeans and red sneakers, knowing Vriska was still a fan of those evidenced by the fact she was currently wearing them now. Quickly you don the new gear just in time for Vriska to return from her chat with Dave.
"Hey! Figured I'd change things up a bit... What do you think?"
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Vriska: Give up and be in the flushed quadrant already
You allow your other hand to be caught in Johns and watch with a mixture of amusement and affection as his smile grows and he glances at the ceiling and then back to you. At first, you almost hadnt been sure what he would say, but now that he says it, you know that the answer could never have been anything else. His reply confuses you a little, but you get the gist of it - its officially a date now. You are going on a date. With John. On a meteor. After two years of not talking to him. This has got to be the craziest thing youve ever done. And you wouldnt change it for anything.
You find yourself still looking into his bright blue eyes as your own eyes move toward the floor. For some reason this strikes you as an incredibly sweet gesture. The feeling is only magnified by the sudden warmth of his forehead against yours. You are a little surprised by the suddenness of the movement, but it feels nice to just stand there with both of your hands in his and kind of just be together. It feels peaceful, for a change. Not boring, not dull. Just peaceful.
Wait, hang on. This is a relatively new feeling to you. You realize that you can no longer doubt or deny having flushed feelings for John. Not when simple little touches like this send your heart fluttering. As ridiculous as some of the others might find it, you know youve completely fallen for this guy.
As all of this courses through your mind, you stand in easy silence for a few seconds before breaking away from each other, leaving only one of your hands in Johns hand. You are well aware of the level of cheesiness of the way the two of you look at the moment. For once in your life, you dont care one bit. Youre perfectly happy in this position.
You allow John to lead you out of the room and down the dim hallway, walking slowly back toward the room you started in. You aren't in any particular hurry - you just enjoy the sensation of his skin against yours for more than just a few seconds at a time.
As you approach the room that houses the alchemiter, you hear footsteps, and suddenly Strider is standing in front of you holding a handful of chalk. It doesn't take you long to piece it together. Terezi loves chalk. Her obsession with it is a little creepy, but you guess it's understandable. You've seen the weird city of cans. Its...well, its weird.
You give Strider a nod as he acknowledges you. It took next to no time to learn that physical gestures work at least as well as a handful of words when communicating with him. You listen somewhat awkwardly to the inevitable question and the response. Youre sure John will now have to know exactly what Cantropolis is eventually.
Daves voice calling your name stops you from following John into the room. You let go of Johns hand and watch as he heads into the room to get things started, then you return your attention to the human in front of you. You think you already know what hes going to say though.
As soon as he mentions genuine affection, you know you were right. And his voice didnt have any of its usual sarcasm. At all. But you saw this coming miles away and knew you would have to deal with it eventually. After spending two years on a meteor with you, anyone who knew you even the slightest bit could see the extent of your boredom. You guess you understand the reason why hes talking to you about it.
And you guess you kind of deserve it. After all youve done, you can think of no reason why Dave should trust you with his best friend. Sure, it makes sense. You still dont like it, but you cant blame him for confronting you about it.
Still, at least he isnt telling you to back off and unleashing a twenty-minute rant, rather like Karkat probably would. You appreciate being given the benefit of the doubt. Thinking back a few years, in retrospect, you know you were kind of crazy. You still are; its just that you feel more...normal when youre around John.
Youve never actually met Jade, nor do you really know anything about her besides a few vague details. But she does sound powerful. Like, really powerful. This, of course, changes absolutely nothing about how you feel. You knew how you felt about John long before you were told the extent of his paradox sisters powers.
You stand with your hands shoved into your pockets, listening to Daves small monologue in silence, and you watch him walk away without a word. You know the advice was well meant for both of you. Probably more in Johns interest, but thats irrelevant. You know youll never have to worry about following that advice.
You just kind of stand there for a few seconds, staring thoughtfully down the hall. If Dave reacted this strongly, even forgoing his normal tone to the implied affection between you and John, youd hate to see how your friends would take it. You know Karkat would just become enraged and start off on one of his exhaustive rants. Terezi would probably...well, you dont know what Terezi would do. You just know that none of them would be too pleased with you.
But enough of that. John is still waiting for you inside. This is supposed to be a date.
You head into the room, into a familiar setting. The first thing you notice is that John is no longer wearing his God Tier outfit. You find yourself smiling at the sight of his new shirt. He even made the shirt in your color and added one of dice as a design on a pocket. You walk forward, closing the distance between you and him until less than a foot of space separates you.
Its wonderful, you reply softly, lightly tracing the outline of the die on the front pocket with a finger before letting your hand fall again. Changing the shirt was only a small thing, but it does mean a lot to you. You know youre terrible at expressing really any kind of emotion besides anger, so you hope John can tell that you actually do appreciate the gesture.
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John: Totally fall for this girl
Your eyes fixate on Vriska as she approaches you with a modest smile upon her face. It's not the most telling reaction and your head spins with her potential responses, but they become hard to focus on the closer she gets. When she's nearly upon you she finally voices her approval in a gentle, pleasurable tone. You're simultaneously relieved and elated, and you wonder if she felt your heart racing as she touched the pattern upon your shirt. A broad grin draws upon your face. At this point you've been smiling almost non-stop since the moment you saw her. It's almost starting to hurt, but you can't help it and you don't care. Eventually you reach out for her, lightly wrapping your hands around her waist as you pull her even closer until your bodies connect.
"I'm glad... Looking good for you on our date is the least I can do." You reply in a similarly soft tone. "You don't have to change a thing, though... In fact I may not have been entirely honest earlier when I said you were really pretty. How I could understate myself so severely is basically a crime. I should probably go to jail."
A brief scenario plays out in your mind where you're sitting in a jail cell along with a burly, bald man with some very troubling tattoos. He gives you a semi-toothless grin and you just glance back.
'So what are you in for?' You ask curiously and the man just continues with his creepy stare.
'Burnin' down an orphanage.' He responds almost with pride. 'You?'
You chuckle hoarsely. 'I called Vriska Serket merely 'really pretty'.'
The man's eyes widen with horror and he shuffles into the furthest corner of the cell away from you. 'Damn, man.... Just.... Damn.... You cold...'
Your eyes are locked onto Vriska's, admiring her attractive blue eyeliner, and the feeling of her body against yours is setting you aflame. You've seen women you've found appealing, and you've had your share of silly crushes (usually on unattainable movie stars), but Vriska is on another level entirely. You wouldn't trade even this one moment for a thousand dates with Liv Tyler or anyone else.
"The truth is you're the most breathtaking woman I've ever seen..." You continue with your voice barely above a whisper, though still perfectly audible in your close proximity. After a moment you chuckle lightly, realizing that such a comment had a bit of a twist on it considering your status as the Hero of Breath. "Uh, no pun intended... Anyway it's more than just your looks... You're smart and confident and funny. The whole package really. I feel like now I'm the one who has all the luck."
The focal point of your gaze falls upon Vriska's soft, sensuous blue lips now, and your hunger for actual food is replaced entirely by a hunger for her instead. Her intoxicating scent and warm breath only add to your craving. You want nothing more than to taste her. To drown yourself against her....
But you're still a bit nervous. You've never had a real kiss before. You kissed Rose's corpse to wake her dream-self up, a concept still considerably disturbing to you, but you don't really count that. It wasn't like she could tell you whether or not it was good, nor was that the point at the time. Right now, you just want this date to go well. It was still the beginning and rushing things could ruin everything, especially if you just assumed she wanted the same things you did. Vriska's comfort and happiness still had priority.
God, you wanted to kiss her, though...
You soon come to the realization that Vriska's soft chest is comfortably pressing against you and this further influences the stirring arousal already occurring in your jeans. You flush profusely and give a nervous chuckle as you separate your bodies. "Ah y-yeah so... right! Food! That's what we were doing!" You stammer in an attempt to direct attention away from that moment and hoping that maybe she didn't even notice.
You quickly move over to the kitchen area of the room, choose one of the freezers, and open it instantly. You try to play it off like you're just inspecting what sort of things are available to work with as Dave explained earlier, but truthfully you just needed to cool down. The blast of cold air is incredibly refreshing and somewhat calms your arousal. You're thankful for this as trying to keep your lower torso hidden from view could have been a difficult task. Now you actually turn your attention toward the available food and contemplate your choices.
"Welp! Let's get started!" You state cheerfully, grabbing various food items and setting them on one of the counters. There seemed to be a lot of things that you don't recognize, and it seems like a safe bet they're from the Trolls. You glance back to Vriska and offer an inviting smile. "Feel free to make anything you might want me to try, too. Who knows, maybe our food isn't all that different. I'm told you guys have cotton candy? We may as well be the same species!"
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Vriska: Completely forget the original reason for the date
As your finger trails a path on Johns shirt, your expression grows thoughtful. You cant help noticing that his smile has hardly left his face since you first saw him. You find his constant happiness to be contagious - suddenly, the last two years seem to have never happened. Now the focus of your attention is the human boy standing in front of you. Somehow this guy has taken your heart and ran away with it. Then, suddenly, his hands are on your waist, drawing you closer so that you are pressed against him. You are close enough to feel the steady beat of his heart through his shirt, and you realize with some embarrassment that he can probably feel your own heartbeat speeding up at the contact. Yet you dont care. Its enough just to be this close to him.
You arent sure what he means by jail, but from what he just said, you guess its probably some sort of place for human criminals. It makes no difference to you. You notice that he has started to stare into space a little, probably immersed in another one of his imagined scenes. Still, you keep your eyes on his, watching his eyes come back into focus and look at you. You realize that at some point over the last several seconds, your hands have come up to rest comfortably on his shoulders. Right now, at this moment, nothing matters except this one moment with him. You can feel your heart racing at an incredible pace, but you hardly notice it.
You can feel heat rush to your face at his sudden compliment; you had never thought of yourself as goodlooking. Even your confidence and snarkiness had sometimes left you unsure, but hearing the words come from John - especially John - somehow makes you feel as if youre half in a dream, and you believe the sincerity of his words.
You watch Johns gaze shift slightly, and though you cant tell what has distracted him, you are perfectly happy to watch him. You werent really that hungry in the first place, but being here, this close to him, completely banishes any thought of eating from your mind. For one of the first times in your life, you find yourself at a loss for words. All you can do is watch him silently, looking into the cheerful bright blue of his eyes. You contemplate leaning in for a kiss, but you discard the thought almost immediately. You dont want to put him off by being too forward, you think regretfully. After all, he did only meet you an hour or so ago, and the last thing you want is to scare him away. So you content yourself to stay in your current position, sharing the wordless affection.
The moment is cut short rather abruptly as blood rushes to Johns face again and he releases his light hold on your waist and offers a slight laugh. You find yourself a little disappointed, but you know hes probably hungry after recent events.You kind of wish you had made a move earlier, but you would wait any length of time for him, you think, noting with some amusement how terribly infatuated you sound to yourself.
You follow John to the freezers, trailing several feet behind him to allow him some space to examine the contents of the containers. For all intents and purposes, he seems to be looking for something to eat. The human food that youve seen is surprisingly similar to the same stuff Trolls eat, save for the varying names. The hoofbeast meat, you know, is kind of like the stuff the humans call beef. You do see a few of the more uncommon foods you dont think humans have, like the grubsauce. To be perfectly honest, you arent a big fan of the dark green stuff. Its good when mixed with the human ketchup and spread on either kind of burger though, as you discovered in a somewhat fortunate accident. Absentmindedly, you take the two bottles of sauce from two entirely different worlds and set them aside to be used.
You hear John mention cotton candy, and with a smile you open another one of the freezers and reach in, coming out again with a small bag of the gauzy stuff. Even you have to admit you like it.
I have to say, this was not on the list of things I expected to do tonight, you say with a hint of amusement. Then the humor lessens as your thoughts turn a little. I...Im glad youre here though. And that were finally getting our human date. Even though it took a while. You give him another smile as your good mood returns. Ill make something for you to try if you make something for me to try, you offer.
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John: Finally get the food started, you slacker
Vriska's initial response causes you to snicker softly. "You didn't expect to do what? Eat? No wonder you're so thin." You tease as you playfully poke her in the side.
Vriska's following comment fills you with delight and you pause your hunt for ingredients to flash her a smile in return. It was comforting to know nothing you had done had put her off and she was still enjoying herself. "I'm glad, too..." You begin, grabbing a few of the food items you had gathered and heading over to the Alchemiter. Not before you sneak a quick kiss onto her cheek, however. You spin on your heel to watch her as you walk backwards while donning a lively expression. "May have taken two years, but it was more than worth the wait..."
You place a few items into the Alchemiter and test your luck. The end result is a cheesy pineapple. Not quite the intended result. "Alright, guess my attempt at efficiency was too optimistic... Deal, by the way! At the thing you said. About the food trade. I will try just about anything! Uh, just make sure it doesn't have peanuts in it. Deathly allergic to those. What's the Troll equivalent of a peanut...? I guess if I died from an allergy I'd just revive. Death by peanut probably isn't very heroic or just, huh? Probably be a terrible few minutes though..." You ramble on while diligently working toward your goal. Every failed combination gets tossed in a shaft in the wall which was conveniently labeled for trash. You begin to wonder if it just gets jettisoned into space and there is now some cheese pineapple just casually drifting off into a dream bubble somewhere.
With a bit of focus and concentrated combinations you finally achieve success. Despite the previous failed attempts you still think it went well. If you had been forced to actuallycooksomething who knows what sort of abomination you would have ended up with. You take the warm, square box and place it off to the side before heading back to acquire more things of the foodmaking variety. "Sorry, by the way..." You speak with a somewhat muffled voice as you rummage through a cupboard before poking your head back out. "About this being a human date, I mean... If it makes you feel any better it's my first one regardless, sooo... despite being a human I'm just as new to it as you are, heheh. Maybe our next one can be a Troll date, if that's a thing. And also assuming I can handle it."
The staggering amount of liquor you're coming across is rather baffling. "Do Trolls drink alcohol?" You wonder out loud as you rummage around for other ingredients. After all, drinking didn't seem like a Dave thing to do. It could potentially compromise his 'cool' exterior. You knew Rose's mom was a bit of a lush but you justcould not imagineRose herself drinking. Maybe the meteor had this stuff stocked already...
You eventually fumble numerous bottles of liquid over to the Alchemiter and laboriously combine one drink after another. No. That's just regular Pepsi. No that is just... motor oil? Ew... Wait, how could you be so foolish. Sprite + Pepsi = .... Yes! Crystal Pepsi! You did it! You brought it back! They said it would never happen! People of Earth would be singing your praises right now if they had not all been decimated by a rain of meteors. "I am literally a genius." You proclaim as you grab the bottles of the sparkling drink and the box of food from before and set them upon a table between one of the sofas and the television.
"I'll get a movie started while you get yours ready!" You call over to Vriska as you inspect a computer hooked up to the large flatscreen. It doesn't take long to access the large database of movies that somehow had been downloaded and stored up on the main server. It seems like the Trolls had been busy trying to learn about human culture this way. You have to wonder if they now have some gross misunderstandings thanks to that. Then again, one of the films on the list appeared to be Office Space and it was hard to get a more accurate portrayal of human suffering than that.
You eventually come across a title that seems pretty appropriate. Pirates of the Caribbean. Vriska had spoken of her pirate ancestor before, so perhaps this was one she'd appreciate. Regardless, it was a film that didn't require too much attention as you figured Vriska would have most of yours, and hopefully vice versa. You start it up and dim the lights a bit before flipping open the box you had previously laid out. "So this is a favorite of mine. Hawaiian pizza. Trolls can't possibly have that, right? I mean, you don't have Hawaii!" You reason as you take a seat on the sofa, already excited about the prospect of the return of her warmth when she inevitably takes the seat beside you...
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Vriska: See what you can whip up
Well of course I expected to eat. And Im not that thin! You cant resist a small giggle as Johns finger digs into your side, making you jump a little in surprise. It sounds weird to you, hearing yourself laugh. It feels good though.
You watch him walking around the counters, grabbing bits of food items in places and putting them back, watching his energetic rhythm as he moves. Its easy for you to be happy when around that contagious smile and bounce. Your hand flies up to your cheek in surprise at the feel of a quick kiss, and before you can react, John is already halfway across the room, walking backwards and grinning at you. You dont voice your thoughts, but you agree. The two years you waited were well worth the wait and more.
Turning to watch John, you spend a fair amount of time watching him try out various combinations of food in the Alchemiter. Its interesting to watch him try to combine the strangest pairings of foods and throw them all down the garbage chute. You smile a little, imagining a trail of failed food combinations floating along behind the meteor on its voyage. Not that you know exactly what happens to the food, but you do your best with your imagination. Peanuts...you think you know what peanuts are. You remember trying those little seedlike chunks once. You kind of liked them, you guess. But if John cant eat them, then you wont use them.
You enjoy the spectacle of John wrestling with the Alchemiter, trying to get a useful combination of food out of it. You also wonder if hes making anything normal humans eat. Its doubtful since hes having so much trouble with it. For all you know, whatever hes conjuring up might well be just as new to him as it will be to you. But of course, that make it even more fun to try. You watch as a box appears in the Alchemiter and he finally decides that its satisfactory and puts it to the side instead of down the trash chute.
Ive been on a Troll date about as many times as youve been on a human date, you admit a little guiltily. Normally you wouldnt admit it to anyone, but since he just said this was his first ever date, you might as well just put it out there. Besides, you find the fact that your first date isnt even within your species kind of funny. It took a game that resulted in the apocalypse and several near-death experiences to get you to the point where you finally got to go on a date with someone, and of all the people in the universe and all the other universes, you fell for a human from the universe your Sgrub team created. Its the most unlikely couple, you think to yourself with a slight smile. To be honest though, Troll dates arent that far from what human dates are turning out to be, from what youre seeing.
When John reaches the cabinets stuffed to the brim with liquor, you assume he probably wont want any. He just doesnt seem like the kind of guy to like it, and you seem to be right. Youve actually seen the human girl, the pale haired one with the bottles a few times, but you think it best to leave that to John to figure out. You do notice, though, that he seems to be absorbed in the strange liquid called Pepsi and a clear liquid called Sprite. Youve never actually tried either of them. They just didnt sound like theyd taste good. But since John seems to be thrilled about his creation with the two, you figure it cant hurt to try some tonight.
You move in to claim the space around the Alchemiter as John heads to the huge television nearby. You see the screen flash between a number of human movies, some of which youve seen and most of which you havent.
Fine, so you watched all the Nick Cage movies. That was a long time ago. Youre over your silly little crush. Just thinking about it makes you want to disappear into an embarrassed ball of embarrassment. It never happened it never happened it never happened...
You screw with a few of the Troll foods on the Alchemiter for a minute before giving up and grabbing a flat patty of hoofbeast meat - fine, youll use the human name for it. Hamburger - hoofburger? Whatever it is. You combine the grubsauce of your species with a few of the sauces specific to humans. But mostly the red stuff called ketchup. In just a few moments, youve also ended up with a steaming box. Its bigger than you normally make it since you think John might actually like it. You might as well share a burger - you can always slice it in half if you need to.
This is a lot bigger than its supposed to be, but it seemed too small the way it normally is. Its kind of like a human hamburger with a mix of grubsauce and that disgusting red sauce you call ketchup, you inform him. Taking your box, you head to the sofa and place your box next to the box of...something pizza and push back the lid. Having done that, you seat yourself next to John on the sofa, close enough so that the two of you are only an inch or two apart.
I certainly hope youve picked something interesting, you tell him, brushing your shoulder against his lightly with a smile.
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John: Man up and try alien food with grubsauce
Your expression turns a bit sour at the mere mention of 'grubsauce' but you're still smiling and taking it in good humor. "Wow if that's what it sounds like, then that's incredibly gross! But hey, like I said, I'll try it!"
Though the movie's intro was beginning to play, your attention to it was essentially nonexistent now that Vriska has taken the seat beside you. A wave of delight rushes through your body knowing that despite the rather large sofa she still chose to sit as close to you as possible. The simple brush of her shoulder against yours only adds to your already giddy mood and you plan to take every opportunity to feel her against you even if it's in small doses like that. Her following remark almost makes her sound dubious of whatever film you've chosen causing you to place a hand upon your chest and gasp in an exaggerated mock surprise.
"Miss Serket, Do you doubt my tremendously refined taste!? I'll have you know people on Earth constantly entrusted me to make important decisions for them every day! Once even Dave asked me what movie he should watch, and he was so enraptured by the emotional clutches of Deep Impact that he could never bring himself to ask me for another recommendation ever again for fear of his soul being completely and utterly annihilated." You grinned as you related this totally bogus story. Well it wasn't entirely bogus. The part about Dave watching Deep Impact on your recommendation was correct, as was the part about him never taking your recommendations ever again.
"And let's not forget the most appropriate example of my good taste. My taste in women," You continue with more honesty coating the tone of your voice now while leaning into Vriska's shoulder, giving her a handsome grin. "I think I have proven my point!"
It was quite a relief that this was Vriska's first date as well. It eased the pressure a bit, as you wondered if there were any Troll guys you'd have to live up to. All you hoped was that she was having a good time. It was pointless to dwell on other guys and her possible relationships with them. She chose to spend tonight with you and that was what mattered. Right now, you had to hold up your end of the bargain and try the 'grubsauce burger'.
The meat was purple and a green substance oozed out from between the bread. Suddenly you weren't too hungry anymore. Brilliant plan, Egbert. You can either refuse to eat it and hurt her feelings, or you can take the plunge and potentially vomit everywhere. Which way would you prefer to ruin your date with the most perfect woman in two universes? The latter was at least the brave option and perhaps she would respect that despite being disgusted by your inevitably poor reaction.
Taking a deep breath, you take a big bite of the hoofbeast burger and preemptively scrunch your face expecting something atrocious. However, there was no horrible taste. In fact, it wasn't bad at all. It was actually... really good. You make sure to finish chewing and swallow before voicing your expert culinary opinion.
"Wow, that's actually really good!" You decide right then and there you should be a food critic since you had such a way with words. No, not really. That would be stupid. "Tastes kinda like mayo..."
You proceed to help Vriska in dividing the food, giving yourself larger portions on her insistence that she still wasn't very hungry. Well, you were, so that worked out just fine as far as you were concerned.
The Hawaiian pizza was indeed a favorite of yours, but it was hit or miss with humans so predicting how a Troll would react to it wasn't much easier. Many people balked at the idea of putting pineapple on pizza, but you thought it was a perfect combination. As you relay this information to your date, a thought smacks you across the head. "The pizza is basically a perfect metaphor for us! Pineapple and pizza are two things that are totally awesome separately, but the thought of them together? Some people might say that's crazy. They'd say 'stop being crazy, crazy person.' But I say no! They may be completely different foods from completely different cultures but god damn it somehow they just work together despite all odds!" You monologue passionately. Yes, truly you are this generation's Martin Luther King, fighting for everyone's right to attempt strange food combinations.
You lean back on the sofa and take another bite of the hoofbeast burger followed by a sip of soda, all while shaking your head at your own stupidity. "Seriously though if you don't like it that's cool. I won't take it personally. Your half of the burger will probably be pretty filling as it is." You add with a bit of a chuckle. "Same goes for the movie. It's about pirates so I pretty much chose it on that basis alone. Johnny Depp spends most of the movie acting more like like Keith Richards than a pirate, though."
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Vriska: Try the Hawaiian pizza
You notice Johns expression change a bit when you mention grubsauce - you know what hes probably thinking, since it probably would sound kind of disgusting to a human. Its not that bad, you promise. It only sounds awful.
The music coming from the television set as the movie starts is completely unfamiliar, but its of minor concern to you. Out of curiosity, you half watch as the movie starts, but the main focus of your attention is still on the human boy next to you. You love being so close - you can feel his warmth and excitement practically radiating from him. His sudden outburst of what you suspect to be only partly true makes you laugh a little. You know that Strider did have reasons for never taking Johns movie recommendations, and those reasons werent cast in such a positive light. But at least the movie playing now doesnt suck. You doubt he would have picked a bad movie in this particular instance, at least.
You think you feel something inside you just turn into a wobbly mess when you catch sight of the grin directed at you, and you cant resist smiling back at him. Its just so freaking hard to think when youve got him leaning into you with that smile on his face.
Admittedly, you arent quite sure if hell want to try the grubsauce burger. You guess it would look disgusting to a human, so you wouldnt have been offended if hed refused. But that would make it so much more awesome if he did try it. You watch him bring the thing up and hesitate for a moment, probably considering the consequences of eating anything called grubsauce.
The reaction is actually better than youd hoped it would be. Of course, youve never had mayonnaise, so you have no idea what mayo is. But if it tastes like the grubsauce, then you think you have a fairly good idea of what it tastes like.
As you take a piece of the Hawaiian pizza, you notice that Johns split the burger unevenly, remembering that you arent too hungry and giving you a relatively small piece. Youre glad he remembered, because hes probably starving and you wouldnt want to waste any food when youre not hungry to begin with. Your smile returns at his explanation of the Hawaiian pizza. You and him really are an unlikely couple, you suppose. It seems obvious now, but you guess two years ago it would have seemed different.
Youve never had pineapple, so you have no idea what this will taste like. But the tiny yellow bits of fruit look...kind of gross. But John tried your creation, so youll try his. You lift a piece up and stare at it a little dubiously for a moment before taking a bite. It tastes weird but really good. You take another bite and decide you like it.
The pizza is better than it looks, you admit, taking another bite. You swallow before continuing. The yellow st-- the pineapple looks strange. But it works well on this.
You follow Johns example and lean back into the couch, kinda sorta maybe half leaning on his shoulder. Its surprisingly comfortable, so you settle into your position with your slice of pizza and small piece of grubsauce burger.
The fact that this movie was about pirates did come to your attention. It might have had something to do with the title...just a guess. Its cool that its about pirates though. Your mind drifts a little to your ancestor, and you wonder if John picked a movie about pirates on purpose. The names he relays mean nothing to you - you guess they must be actors.
You listen to the first few seconds of the beginning of the movie, but you cant seem to move your attention from John. Its almost infuriating how aware you are of where your arm is touching his. But its comfortable. Like, really comfortable. So you content yourself with leaning on his shoulder and finishing off your slice of pizza. The burger is kind of forgotten, and you end up just sitting there in silence. You havent been very talkative over the last two years, so youre not sure what you should be saying - or even if you should be saying anything. After all, you have no idea how human dates work. But sitting in this position is really all you need to fill the silence.
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John: KISS THE GIRL YA WIMP
You chuckle softly upon hearing Vriska's reaction to the pizza, nudging her shoulder with yours. "Told ya." You say with a grin as you take another bite of the burger.
You proceed to attempt to turn your attention to the movie while eating, but it's difficult to keep your eyes off of her. The whole night has been surreal, to say the least, and every so often you'd pinch your own arm to make absolutely sure you were not dreaming. You were on a date with a beautiful alien girl responsible for creating your entire universe as well as responsible for your own death. It was difficult to even comprehend so you tried not to think about it too much. All you cared about was how you were happier right now than you ever have been. Every smile she gave you, every brush of her shoulder, made you feel wonderful. Even better was that you were slowly getting the impression that she felt the same way.
There's a period of silence as you both finish eating and just lean against each other as the movie plays on before you. Not long after you brave placing an arm around Vriska's waist in an effort to feel more of her. To have her even closer. Much to your delight, your arm is not rebuffed. You flash another smile before looking back toward the screen. You've seen the film quite a few times, but it's still difficult to parse what's happening. All you can think about is her warmth against you and how you hope it never goes away. The movie has lost pretty much all meaning at this point, so you take an opportunity to just close your eyes and focus on your current position. You briefly wonder what Dave or Karkat would think if they walked in at this moment. It wasn't exactly a terribly compromising position, but you had sensed that neither of them thought very highly of Vriska. Well, you sensed it from Dave. Karkat flat out screamed his disapproval. Maybe they were justified in those opinions, but none of it seemed to matter to you because right now being with her just felt... right.
As the movie continued on, some light conversation began to manifest. Vriska seemed confused that the pirates were not more ruthless and you attempted to explain the movie's purpose, rating and target audience. Since murder was still like a totally bad thing to humans they couldn't show too much violence or gore otherwise less people would be able to see it. And so on and so forth. The whole concept seemed to bewilder her, even though she comprehended your explanation. The conversation seems to stray off into Vriska's pre-Sgrub days and her time spent FLARPing. Almost everything she said sounded completely fascinating to you. The mechanics of FLARPing itself. Her roleplay identity as Marquise Spinneret Mindfang. Her rivalry with Eridan/Dualscar. Her Scourge Sister partnership with Terezi/Redglare. The battles against Team Charge: Tavros and Aradia. After all that, your childhood games seemed like, well... child's play. People actually died during such FLARP sessions on Alternia. It was kind of a frightening concept, especially when it was described as necessary. If Vriska hadn't been able to feed her lusus it may very well have just eaten her instead. The implications of such a relationship and what it required to do explained a lot of things about her personality. Having to kill so many people just to feed her massive spider custodian certainly had some lasting effects on her, but you admire her despite the gruesome task. It would have been impossible for a human to do such a thing and not have it ruin them psychologically.
You make some feeble attempts to make your own life seem interesting but they fall flat. You have no great tales or exciting adventures other than the ones in Sburb. Your life seems utterly mundane in comparison, but for some reason she still seems to want to hear it. You explain some of your favorite games, like Earthbound and Monkey Island. Some terrifying tales of the Green Slime Pogo are also relayed, which you manage to explain with over-exaggerated emotion for humorous purposes. It all sounds pathetic compared to having to build your own house as a child. Troll culture was compelling, to say the least. It did make you regret that you didn't have a more exciting activity for your first date with her, but it seemed like maybe she didn't mind so much. Somewhere down the line your free hand entangled with one of hers and you had no complaints whatsoever.
As the movie comes to a close, you realize that the last thing you want to do is leave your very comfortable position. If you managed to start another movie, however, that would give you an excuse to remain that way for at least a little while longer. Suddenly, an idea strikes you like lightning. "Ah! I've been practicing this. Just a little bit of windy power should let me hit the Enter key on the keyboard over there..."
You free your hand from Vriska's and concentrate on the keyboard with great intensity. All you needed was just a nice focused push right above the necessary key and...
FWOOM
A rather large gust of wind rushes in a cylindrical form over toward the computer being utilized to stream the movies to the television, knocking it from the desk completely and sending it crashing to the floor in an embarrassingly loud fashion. "Woah, shit!" You exclaim as your hand covers your mouth in surprise and shame.
The television screen turns black and lists some text in the Troll language which you can only assume means 'No Signal' or perhaps 'Nice going, fuckface.' Either one would be appropriate. You can't help but laugh and run a hand through your hair in exasperation. "Well uh... That... didn't go quite as planned." You mutter softly. As you glance back to Vriska your eyes connect with hers and you feel that sensation of your heart catching in your chest once again. The way the dim light compliments them is quite alluring and, as before, you happen to notice her soft, blue lips lightly parted and urging you in.
You feel like the longer you wait the harder it is to breathe. You need to taste her like you need oxygen at this point, and with the silence comforting you and her scent fueling your desire, you move yourself closer. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, your lips connect with hers. You're introduced to her intoxicating taste through the tender kiss and it's even more amazing than you could have imagined. The desire to deepen it considerably is overwhelming, but you want to keep the first one sweet and simple, especially since it was possible she wouldn't like it to begin with. You did, however. It was crazy how such a simple gesture could fill you with so much pleasure and excitement. Your hand returned to hers, fingers intertwining, as the arm still around her tightened its grip a bit more.
After a few moments which you wish could have lasted forever, you draw back some. Your eyes re-open and your blue eyes shine with affection as you stare back at her as before. You're not quite sure what to say at first, but you wouldn't be able to hear anything if you did. Your heart was pounding in your head so loudly it was almost deafening. You don't really realize that the smile on your face is probably a bit dopey, but you couldn't really help it.
"W-wow..." You finally manage to utter, barely above a whisper. "Sorry I... couldn't wait any longer to do that, heh..."
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Vriska: Get kissed by an alien
You grin back at John, leaning with the slight push he gives you. You finish off the slice of pizza fairly quickly, preferring to be able to sit back without having to worry about not spilling bits of pineapple all over the couch.
Once he finishes eating, you watch the movie in silence, only half paying attention to the actual plot. It confuses you a little, to be honest, but your attention is abruptly diverted from the screen entirely when you feel a warm arm settle around your waist, pulling you a little closer. You are only too happy to comply, scooting closer to John, if getting closer was even possible. Now youre literally right next to him, your side resting comfortably against his. He seems to be thinking about something, since hes closed his eyes. Or maybe hes sleeping. But you doubt the possibility of the latter. You look back at the movie, but you arent really watching it. Youre more focused on the steady warmth of the arm around you.
After a little while, your curiosity finally gets the better of you. You just have to wonder aloud exactly what pirates in human culture are supposed to be like. Because if this movie is an accurate representation of human pirates, you wonder that they get anything done at all. Once John explains it, it makes more sense to you. Since this is just fiction made for people who arent as used to violent death as your species is, maybe human pirates are not as trivial in reality. Somehow the mention of pirates goes off on a tangent and into your early life on Alternia. Your date seems to be largely unfamiliar with your pastimes, but he does seem particularly interested in FLARP. You spend a little while describing your FLARP sessions, going into more detail on the topic of your rivalries, oppositions, and partnerships. You dont give him as many specifics as might be helpful, but there were some fairly nasty things that happened sometimes. Anyway, you know that he already knows from various sources about the worst things youve done while FLARPing. You dont see any reason to give him more of a reason to be scared of you, even if he says he isnt.
You stop talking after a while and realize that you dont know a hell of a lot about Johns life, so you ask him about his life on Earth. Even though the culture might not have been as active as yours was, youre still curious to know what he did when he was younger.
If anything, his childhood sounded like more fun than yours was. He didnt have the responsibility of feeding and caring for a lusus and he spent plenty of time with games. Even though his games didnt have the additional excitement of the possibility of ending up dead at the end of them, they still sounded interesting.
You notice that the movie looks like its ready to come to a close. Whatever the plot was, the problem seems to have been resolved, albeit in a rather...strange way, you observe. You wonder how much longer youll have an excuse to stay in this position. With your fingers twined with Johns and your shoulder leaning against his, youre very reluctant to move.
You shift a little to allow his arm room to move, and you look between him and the computer with a little confusion, wondering what hes going to do. You get the feeling that using his windy powers might not turn out as well as both of you would hope.
You still cant help the slight laugh that comes out at the disastrous effects of Johns attempt to press the Enter key. The sudden crash startles you, but it is funny rather than embarrassing. As is his reaction to it. Well, there goes any more possibility of more movies - for tonight, at least. The television goes blank at the loss of the signal from the computer, the cord connecting it to the computer having been yanked out as the computer fell.
The amusement lasts only a short time before you turn to look back at John. Suddenly, youre staring into his eyes and your face is only a few inches away from his. You wonder if hes thinking the same thing that just flitted across your mind. You can feel your heart racing faster than you thought was possible in the few heavy seconds that pass before he finally leans in and presses his lips to yours.
It takes a moment to realize that youre being kissed, but then suddenly everythings on fire. Right at this moment, youre aware of literally nothing else besides his lips on yours, the hand tangling with yours, and the arm around your waist drawing you the slightest bit closer.
The light kiss ends after only a few short seconds, and now youre again looking into Johns eyes. You know you probably look uncharacteristically happy, but honestly, you dont give a damn.
You stare at him for a good several seconds in silence after he offers up a tentative apology. You arent sure exactly what to say. Actually, you arent sure if youre even remembering to breathe. So instead of replying you lean up to kiss him again, your free hand coming up from where it sits at your side to rest on his shoulder.
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John: Gain level on relationship echeladder.
As you gaze into Vriska's eyes, wondering what her reaction would be, you notice her radiating with happiness. That look alone quells any fears you had that she might be unreceptive to your gesture. Still, her silence is almost tortuous. Was the kiss good? You had no idea what with that being your first real one. Would she welcome another if you offered it?
But instead of speaking she simply leans up to offer you another kiss and you return it gladly. You're more than satisfied with her decision to answer with actions rather than words because you wanted to kiss her again immediately after the first one ended. You release her hand for the time being to allow yours to slip behind the back of her head, enjoying the feel of her soft flowing hair against your fingers as you pull her deeper into the kiss. Both of your lips part further and there's a brief meeting of the tongues which causes your body to literally shudder with excitement, and by now the combined warmth of both your bodies makes it feel like a burning sun is trapped between you. The kiss stays longer than the first but still breaks eventually, allowing you to draw in a sharp, deep breath.
The shimmer in her eyes makes her look just as eager for more as you are, and knowing that you've gotten this far without screwing up is a joyous thought. "Vriska..." You utter softly, with a voice that feels huskier than usual. "Does... this make us official? Are we uh.. what was that word... matesprits...?" You add with a hopeful smile. Your hand comes around to her cheek, brushing against it lightly before you press your forehead against hers like you had done previously.
"If you were just having some fun tonight and didn't want this to be anything serious... I'll understand..." Your voice sounds particularly strained when you say that, almost as if you hadn't even considered that possibility until right this moment. There was no doubt that if that was the case, you'd be hurt, but it would be better to know now and get the painful part over with quickly.
"But I know how I feel..." You continue, your hand leaving her cheek to return to holding hers, fingers intertwined once again. You then pull her hand up to your lips, giving it a delicate kiss as you stare deeply into her unique eyes. "We might be entirely different species, but I don't care one bit. You're so beautiful and amazing and... perfect. I want to be with you... I've never been more certain about anything."
You seriously have to wonder if you're in love with this Troll girl. You had only talked with her for a day two years ago, and you had only just met her today. So it sounded a bit ridiculous to fall for someone so quickly, but you had felt something since the moment you saw her. You've never been in love before, so you didn't want to immediately confuse it with infatuation or lust, but the way she made you feel was fantastic. You felt elated to be around her. To talk to her. To touch her, even in simple ways. You wanted to make her feel the same way. "I'll do anything for you..." You whisper, the look in your eyes so completely honest. You feel at this point like you might in fact literally do anything for her.
"Anyway... I'm gonna stop babbling and kiss you again now..." You smirk while leaning back in to kiss her again, still soft and sweet like before, your arm tightening your embrace slightly. Your body hungers for more, but you patiently restrain yourself. You care about Vriska too much to take things too far too fast. Besides, just being able to hold her and kiss her like this was already making you happier than ever. It was going to be rough when you inevitably had to let go of her so you planned to enjoy it while it lasted.
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Vriska: Get a matesprit...?
Youre prepared for the kiss now, so the warm feeling that washes over you when your lips meet Johns doesnt come as much of a surprise as it did the first time. But it still feels like you are floating. At some point during the next few seconds you feel his hand detach from yours and come to rest on the back of your head, combing through your hair a little. Its a pleasant feeling. Your arms come up to wrap loosely around his neck to allow you to follow the gentle urge of the hand in your hair deeper into the kiss. Then suddenly you feel his tongue brush yours lightly, sending a shiver down your spine. You could not possibly imagine a more perfect moment.
After a few moments you pull away again, looking up at him with an expression you know looks ridiculously happy. You notice a strange change in his voice when he speaks again, but then again, youre fairly sure your voice also doesnt sound like it normally does right now. You allow your forehead to rest comfortably on his, closing your eyes again for several seconds. Youre close enough by now to be breathing the same air, and it feels completely right. Yes, you decide, you would think he is your matesprit now.
You feel a sharp twinge deep in your chest when he asks you if you were just messing with him tonight. Even his voice sounds less happy than it was a few seconds ago. You know you shouldnt surprised that he at least considered the possibility that you were, but you cant help feeling at least a little hurt. Its your own fault, you guess. With your record, you wouldnt be surprised if he suspects something.
The disappointment subsides somewhat a moment later when your eyes meet his again. You cant seem to bring yourself to look away, even when you feel a light kiss on the back of your hand. You swear your face must be a deep cerulean blue by now, despite your efforts to stay unflustered. But without knowing it, John somehow voices the jumbled thoughts that are running through your head, seemingly without a problem. You are supposed to be the smooth one, and here he is taking your chaotic mind and organizing it into a few simple sentences, you think with slight amusement.
As you look into his eyes you see some kind of absolute honesty, almost like its just plain impossible to hide a falsehood behind those eyes. What hes saying sounds like a extreme, but something in his eyes tells you that he actually isnt kidding. You wonder how its possible for anyone to feel that way about you, especially after all the things youve done.
You dont mind his other plan one bit though. You find yourself smiling into a third kiss as the arm around your waist tightens to hold you firmly but comfortably. This might just be the most comfortable position you've ever found yourself in. You enjoy the kiss for a good few seconds before reluctantly drawing back again to look into those captivating bright blue eyes. You arent entirely sure what you could say that would convince him of what you were feeling, but you can at least give it your best shot.
I wasnt messing with you, John, you murmur softly, running your fingers through his short black hair. I feel something for you that I cant imagine to be anything other than what Id feel for a matesprit. So I guess we are matesprits now...."
Your head comes down to rest on his shoulder, fitting easily into the hollow between his shoulder and neck. Id get it if you thought I was just kidding with everything thats happened tonight, but I wasnt. I really do care for you. You know it might take a while to convince him that youre serious, and even longer to convince everyone else of the same, but youre willing to walk down that road if it means John will be with you.
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John: Do a bit of damage control, you idiot
You take a deep, relaxing breath as Vriska's hands soothingly brush through your hair. As she confirms her feelings for you, it takes everything in your power not to just leap off the sofa and cheer at the top of your lungs. Evenyouknow that would look pretty dorky... You thought it would take you many years before you had a proper girlfriend, what with your nerdy hobbies and tendency to prefer to talk to your online friends rather than go out. Now you had one that was more gorgeous than you could have ever hoped. The fact that she was an alien hardly mattered at all. If anything, it only made things that much more exciting.
But when she rested her head against you and tried to further convince you that she wasn't just toying with your feelings you suddenly got an uncomfortable knot in your stomach. You immediately wrap your arms around her and hold her as tightly as you can. You knew you were bound to say something wrong eventually. "No! I... I didn't mean it like that. Oh man... I'm sorry..." You reassure her in a soft tone as you let a hand gently stroke her hair. "I totally trust you, Vriska. I don't doubt you for a second. Honest. I guess I was just... Well, humans go on dates a lot for fun. Sometimes they're not looking for something more. So I thought..."
You chuckle lightly, realizing that you weren't sounding as smooth as you had been previously. "It's not important anymore. We both want to be together and that's what matters..." You say with a smile, which is mostly to yourself at this moment. You begin to wonder if her reaction had something to do with her little chat with Dave earlier. Dave was your best friend and deep beneath that blanket of irony he was someone who would go to great lengths to protect people he cared about. That probably included warning the Troll girl that messing with his good friend was a bad idea. If that was the case then you were thankful to Dave for being protective, but at the same time frustrated that she still had to deal with those who doubted her at every moment.
"Karkat will probably freak out and maybe Rose or Kanaya will be skeptical, but... I wantyou. Nobody else. And they're going to have to deal with it. If they can't see it by themselves then I'll help show them how fantastic you are." You add, pulling back to look into her eyes. You hope that she can see the honesty in your gaze because you truly never did want anything as much as you wanted her. There were certainly going to be some obstacles, but you'd overcome any of them to be with Vriska. You were still surprised at just how quickly she completely captured your heart, but you had no complaints whatsoever.
"Matesprits... It's not even a human thing but I like how it sounds. It just seems right... I'm really honored I can be yours..." You utter softly, your arms still wrapped around the warm Troll girl beside you. "I couldn't have asked for a better birthday. Thanks, Vriska... I'll have to remember to thank Jade, too. I wouldn't have made it here if it wasn't for her."
You can't help but lean into another kiss. In fact, you could probably spend all night kissing her without it ever losing its effect on you. It made your entire body swell with joy and excitement. The softness of her lips, the sweetness of her taste. It was all sublime. This time the meeting of the lips becomes a bit more passionate. You're no longer nervous about your kissing ability now that she has willingly initiated one herself. Your tongues dance briefly and you nearly cut yourself on one of her fangs. You don't even care if you do. It's all worth it. Especially if it makes her blush more. You're finding those rare moments of flushed cheeks from her to be quite attractive.
You eventually shift into a position where you're laying down on the sofa and you've pulled Vriska with you. After a nice long while you halt the kiss and take a few heavy breaths while holding her close. Surely she's feeling the pounding of your heart because you can feel hers. It's nice to know you can incite such a reaction out of her. "Well I'm glad if we could prove Karkat right about anything it's that Troll/Human sloppy make-outs would occur once we all met up. He's going to be soooooooo angry. I can't wait, because there's no way it won't be hilarious..."
As your hands continue to admire her long, luxurious hair, you give a contented sigh. Your eyes drift shut momentarily and you just lay there enjoying Vriska's pleasant warmth. "Could totally fall asleep like this. Quite comfortable if I do say so myself," You grin, cracking one eye open to look at her. "But I heard Trolls often rest in weird slime cocoons? I'd hate to deprive you of a proper night's rest..."
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Vriska: Screw the recuperacoon, youre perfectly comfortable where you are.
You arent sure if John will believe you at first, but when you feel a pair of warm arms wrap around you and pull you closer, you realize that you were stupid to worry about it so much. Your arms tighten in return almost automatically to match his. You dont even know why you need this much reassurance. Youre not used to needing it. But youre relieved to hear it all the same. You close your eyes as one of his hands runs over your hair, as gentle as the voice reassuring you that he didnt think you were messing with him. The idea that anyone would believe you is foreign in itself, but this is something youve never even considered. You never thought you would end up being comforted by John Egbert on a sofa on a huge meteor hurtling through space. Yet here you are.
Karkat probably freaking out you just know is an understatement. Freaking out is what he did when you showed up in the same room as John and you were staring at each other as if youve never seen each other before - which, in Johns case at least, was true. But when he figures out this particular development, youre fairly sure you wont hear the end of it for days. You smile to yourself in amusement just thinking about his reaction. But hes right about Rose and Kanaya - they probably wont pay too much notice to it. Neither of them might be too happy with you, but they never really interacted with you while on the meteor.
You find yourself again looking into his transparent eyes, knowing that there is no way in any universe that he couldnt be completely honest with that look in his eyes. How anyone could find you as fantastic as he seems to find you is beyond you, but you still cant help smiling at the compliment.
I suppose the human concept of girlfriend would also work in this context, you reply with a grin, leaning into the comforting warmth of his arms. I suppose I owe her a thank you as well...I wasnt sure if Id ever get to meet you at the rate we were going.
You let your voice trail off into silence as you tip your face up to return the kiss. After two years of being unsure about what you wanted, it seems to have only taken a surprise appearance from John to make you realize how completely youve fallen for him. You let your lips part further, a little less reticent, letting your tongue brush up against his. Its actually kind of impressive that he hasnt stabbed himself with either of your fangs yet.
A few moments later you feel yourself being lowered so that youre lying on the couch with your lips still locked with Johns. Your hands somehow weave their way into his hair again, just enjoying the feel of his soft, short hair between your fingers.
When the two of you finally break apart, you brace your forehead against his, a small, affectionate smile curling your lips a little. Your can feel the heat in your face and you know that youve effectively managed to flood your face with blue again. The flushed color fades a little as you consider the possibilities of Karkats reaction when he realizes that you and John have officially engaged in sloppy Troll-human makeouts. Hes right, you decide, Karkat will definitely have a fit when he finds out. Itll be far more satisfying than youre willing to admit to watch him freak out over it.
You keep your eyes fixed on John, zoning out for a moment in the relaxing sensation of his fingers combing through your hair. Its calming somehow, the occasional gentle tug on the thick black strands.
You realize that John is actually right. Blinking yourself back to full awareness, you realize that you yourself had almost fallen asleep like this, wrapped snugly in his arms. You would give up your recuperacoon any day if it meant you could spend your nights enveloped in this warmth and comfort.
The weird slime cocoon can wait, you mutter softly, bringing one of your hands forward to brush his cheek lightly. Ill easily have a good nights rest here. And its true. You nearly drifted off a minute ago - you know that you could easily sleep the rest of the night away in this position. Youve waited two years to be able to do this, and youre reluctant to let any moment with John go to waste.
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John: Get a lecture from Crabbypants
Little could have made you happier than hearing Vriska reject her normal method of sleep in order to spend the night next to you. The sofa was surprisingly comfortable but you think just about anywhere would be with her there so wonderfully close. The grin on your face couldn't possibly be wider as you lay upon your back, holding your new matesprit slash girlfriend tightly in your right arm. Your left hand clasps around her right one as it rests upon your chest and you turn your head to give her one last soft kiss. After it subsides you can't help but let out a yawn. The day had been full of more excitement than usual. In fact you had nearly fallen asleep in your own driveway after screaming at the nonexistent Davesprite in the sky. Being angry was exhausting, and apparently so was being extremely happy. Your heart had worked its fair share of overtime with how it raced every time you looked at Vriska, or any time she touched you. And the kissing? Let's not even get started.
"Yeah... Let's just crash here then. Rest well, Vriska... I know I will." You say with confidence as you tighten your hold on her. You think it's a shame that you have to sleep at all since that's just a chunk of time where you're not consciously aware of the exquisite woman in your arms. Yes, perhaps you could dream about her and that would be lovely, but the real thing was preferable. It was too bad that neither of you had a Prospit to go to anymore. It would have been great to be able to fall asleep beside her only to wake up with her there immediately after. Perhaps you were just being greedy, though. It had been such a perfect evening it was only natural not to want it to end. Thankfully you both still had plenty of time in the coming days.
Vriska's warmth is better than any blanket, and her cozy softness helps draw the inevitable state of sleep even closer. You make sure to cherish every moment you're still awake and aware of her touch, but eventually exhaustion overcomes you.
There's no shifting during the night. No midnight snack cravings. No disturbing nightmares. It's the best night of sleep you've ever had and as you finally stir awake, it's natural and relaxing...
Until you open your eyes and you're greeted by Karkat's menacing scowl looking down upon you and Vriska with clear judgement.
"Oh! Good morning, Egbert! Did I startle you? I'mso very sorry!" He essentially barks. You're getting used to his ornery tone already. You wonder if it's even possible for him to speak softly. His typing quirk made sense before but you didn't actually expect him to speak like he had capslock on all the time.
"Karkat, you've done it. You broke my sarcasm meter. I tested it on Rose so I thought it was unbreakable. Kind of like Bruce Willis. But now it seems more like Samuel L. Jackson. That is to say very breakable." You murmur, still holding Vriska tightly. You don't even care that Karkat is seeing you both like this. You want him to know, even.
"Egbert, shut your fucking trap about your shitty movies! Because of you I don't havemyshitty movies! I mean my movies! Would it have killed you to at least attempt to hook the computer you nearly demolished back up to the network?!" He growls, gesturing to the console you toppled last night with your poor wind control. You briefly look guilty.
"You're right, that was my bad... and I would have, but I just... got distracted." You reply with a satisfied smirk, turning to Vriska who could not possibly be still asleep after a tirade from the yelling prince. You feel bold now. You and Vriska admitting your feelings for each other boosted your confidence level eightfold, and you prove this by giving her a nice romantic kiss. Turns out kissing her still was as fulfilling as it was last night.
Karkat's eye twitches as it looks like he's harnessing all his power not to let loose a flurry of expletives that would shatter the entire meteor. He refrains, but speaks through clenched teeth. "John. I see you spent a good deal of time last night guzzling what appears to be some of your disgusting human sugar beverages. You must be in need of the bathroom. Come. Let me show you where it is."
"Oh man, now that you mention it, yeah I did drink a lot of Crystal Pepsi. So worth it, though! But can't you just tell me where it-"
"COME LET ME SHOW YOU, JOHN EGBERT."
"Okay! Geez!" You wince, reluctantly untangling yourself from Vriska's grasp. "I'll be right back, matesprit." You add with a handsome grin. You don't see Karkat nearly gag immediately upon hearing that phrase. He, in fact, seems to be smiling eerily as you turn back toward him and let him lead you out into the hallway.
It's a ridiculously short walk to the bathroom but before Karkat can say anything you quickly thank him and dash inside. A couple minutes later you waltz out whistling at your newly refreshed feeling, eager to get back to Vriska. However Karkat is still standing outside the door, arms crossed with a rather angry expression. All things as normal, basically.
"Oh, uh how kind of you to wait for me. That's very nice and not creepy at all." You say with a raised eyebrow, turning to head back to the alchemiter room.
"Egbert, what the fucking human horsedick do you think you're doing?" He calls to you in a chastising tone.
"Going back to my girlfriend. Man, that sounds so awesome..." You say with a lighthearted laugh. It really was amazing to be able to say that. You were probably going to take every opportunity to say it that you could.
"I warned you about Vriska, John!"
"You told me, bro?" You snicker, finally turning back to Karkat who seems not amused in the slightest.
"Stuff your shitty references up your colon! You never think about things before you act! You evenknowher history and you're still letting her hypnotize you into doing whatever she wants! That's how you literally let her talk you into getting yourself killed! You're merely lucky that it happened to be a time where you wouldn't stay dead!" Karkat growls. His attitude is doing a bang up job of killing your good mood.
"Karkat, maybe you don't know her as well as you think you do?"
"HA! That's hilarious! Genuinely the funniest thing you have ever said! I take back anything I ever said about your jokes, John! Maybe there's hope for your comedian career yet! Sadly I think you don't even know why what you just said is funny. It is funny because you are tellingme, the one who has known Vriska for sweeps, that I don't know her as well asyou, someone who has barely known her for a day. You are not even the same species! How do you think you can even begin to understand what she wants?!"
"Maybe it's just my human nature! Maybe being human actually gives me better insight into a person's feelings, even if they're a Troll? The time we spent together last night was genuine. She likes me and I like her. That's really all there is to say on the matter." You state firmly, hoping that taking the conversation seriously would get through to Karkat more easily.
"John that's fucking ridic-"
"All she ever wanted was someone to show some faith in her. Someone to like her for who she is. I do. I know she did some bad things. Things that would be unconscionable for a human, even, but I think these past couple of years have mellowed her out some. Maybe all she ever really wanted was someone to love her? Troll childhood is so fucking lonely. I don't know how you do it. No wonder you all are so violent and angry... I think you guys aren't as different from humans as you think. You still crave acceptance. Companionship. Love." You explain softly, almost surprised by your own insight.
"Don't even think you have the slightest god damn mother fuckingCLUEabout our culture! Jegus, I'm trying to do you a favor here!"
"Well I didn't ask for your help! I'm gonna be with Vriska and there's nothing you can do to stop that!" Your voice raises as you toss a hand up in the air in frustration. "Don't make me choose between friendships, Karkat! I was hoping we could all just hang out and not make things all complicated and dramatic! I guess I was really fooling myself with that! I mean I haven't exactly known you for any longer than her! So if you end up making me choose then... Well, don't make me choose."
"Fine, John. Go make out with Vriska for an entire year. However I've seen enough of your human films now to get a pretty decent idea on human romance. You're all satisfied with one measly quadrant, which isn't even technically a quadrant in that sense but that's not important! Us Trolls have four. We're compelled biologically and socially to fill these quadrants! If I'm in a red romance with someone and they are in a black romance with another and I see them kissing, that's totally fucking acceptable! But for humans, that sort of action would be seen as 'cheating'. What are you going to do when Vriska makes an effort to fill that quadrant with someone else? Even if it's not the same sort of relationship, they'd likely do a lot of very intimate things!
Are you prepared for that?"
You had been in the motions of turning your back toward Karkat and walking away as he spoke, but as his speech went on you had come to a stop. "I... I don't..."
Karkat sighs softly and for once he doesn't yell. "I am your friend, John! I know something like that would hurt you so I really am trying to get you to think about this! I mean yes I also think you've completely fucking lost your mind if you're actually romantically involved with Vriska Serket but at the moment that part isn't relevant. Only her nature as a Troll."
"Well... Thanks, I guess. I'm gonna go back now, though. We'll talk later, okay? I'll fix your computer..." You call back with a slight smile, but as soon as you turn around again your expression saddens.
Eventually you make it back into the alchemiter room and drop back onto the sofa. You lean back and remove your glasses, setting them aside in order to rub your eyes. You let out a bit of a strained laugh. "Okay maybe that reaction wasn't as funny as I expected..." Just being back with Vriska again is already restoring your good mood, but you can't help but play up the exasperated look just a tad in hopes of a nice hug and kiss from your lovely lady.
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Vriska: Resist the strong urge to murder the Knight of Blood
You shift slightly to allow John to twist onto his back, waiting until hes done moving around to settle again. The warmth of his arms proves to be more than enough to keep out the cold of the room, and you find his upper arm to be a perfect pillow, although it takes a couple seconds to position yourself so that your horns wont bother him during the night. Once you situate yourself perfectly, you kind of sprawl out a little, letting your right hand rest on his chest. The steady feel of a heartbeat under your hand is surprisingly relaxing, especially when a hand moves to rest on top of yours, enveloping it in warmth. You return one more kiss with a smile and then return to your arm-pillow.
It takes you a while to fall asleep, mostly because youre contemplating the upcoming day. Johns appearance has put you in a better mood than you can remember being in during the meteor ride. But you know that the others will soon learn that youve filled your flushed quadrant, and none of them will be too happy when they see who youve filled it with. Still, the feel of Johns arm around you eventually lulls you into a light doze, which quickly turns into a deep, peaceful sleep. For the first time in a long while, you dont wake during the night.
A good six or seven hours later, you half wake to the sound of Johns voice talking to someone quietly. You dont bother to open your eyes at first - you figure whoever it is will probably leave after a moment. Its only when you hear the familiar hoarse shouting of Karkat that you open your eyes and mentally groan. Of course. Of course its him. You wouldnt care if literally anyone else walked in, but you know that Karkat is about to explode bigtime. He yells at John about something to do with the computer lying on the floor by the television. By this time youre completely awake, so youre able to return the brief kiss with only a little confusion.
Despite your reservations, you suppose now is as good a time as any to endure the inevitable shouting monologue from Karkat. You know there is no way he wont just freak out on both of you; its better to just get it over with early. But maybe not this early.
With a small yawn, you push yourself into a half-sitting position, fixing Karkat with a look thats somewhere between cold regard and irritated exasperation. The one night youve actually been completely happy has ended rather abruptly, and youre not thrilled about it. He isnt voicing any direct opposition to what hes seeing on the couch in front of him, but hes clearly not happy with what he sees. When he offers, rather forcefully, to show John to the bathroom, you know hes going to unleash a torrent of ranting as soon as they get out of your earshot. Probably mostly about how youre going to go on a murderous rampage, kill everyone on the meteor, and toss Johns heart out the window. Youve just about had it with him. Nevertheless, you sit up completely, making room for John to get off the couch and follow Karkat out of the room. You return the smile though. No need for him to see your irritation.
You contemplate following them quietly to listen, but decide against it. You wouldnt invade either of their privacy. Well, you wouldnt hesitate to pry into every crevice of Karkats private affairs. You wouldnt invade Johns privacy, at least.
As you wait for the two to return, you hear a faint echo of a shouting voice. Its probably Karkat yelling at John, you figure, but all you can hear is an echo - the words arent discernible in the least. You get up and start to pace restlessly around the sofa, your sneakers tapping softly against the floor. Even though you arent trying to listen in on their conversation, you cant help but wonder what theyre talking about. That is to say, you are almost completely certain that theyre talking about you, but exactly what about you is whats tugging at your mind. John already knows a fair amount if not all of the things youve done.
You still cant stop your mind straying every few seconds. Not when you know that one of your (former?) friends is in the hallway by the bathroom talking your matesprits ear off about why he disapproves of you as a couple. The horrible thing about all of this is that everything Karkat has been saying about you is true. You did kill your friends for immensely shitty reasons. You did kind of used to be a murderous psychopath. And whatever hes saying to John now is probably true. He can be an asshole at times, but hes an honest asshole. For all you know, you could still be a murderous psychopath. You havent seen any evidence to corroborate the possibility and the two years youve spent on the meteor gave you time to think, but sure, its always possible, you guess.
Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching the room, and you turn just in time to see John appear around the corner. His mood has clearly changed for the worse since his talk with Karkat, who is incidentally nowhere to be found. You watch as he heads directly for the sofa and returns to his seat, taking off his glasses to rub his eyes. Yes, he definitely seems upset about something. This worries you, mostly because its such an anomaly from his normally happy mood. You are almost certain that his suddenly changed mood has something to do with Karkat. God, you miss it when things were easier and Karkat didnt probably hate you.
You park yourself next to John on the sofa and wrap your arms around him without hesitation. The look of exasperation on his face shows that he is clearly more than a little upset. You kind of want to see that goofy smile of his again. It just seems so completely unlike him to not be in a good mood.
Whats wrong? you ask, pressing your lips softly to his for a few long moments before drawing back to look at him. You figure that might be the best way to get him to open up to you. Even though youre now matesprits, you know itll probably take a while for him to be able to talk to you comfortably, and youll probably take a good while to easily talk to him too. But for now, you just want to get a smile back on his face.
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John: Touch the horns already
There was no better cure to the funk Karkat's lecture put you in than Vriska's comforting embrace as she returns to her rightful spot next to you. Your eyes had still been closed when you felt her lips press to yours and the sudden, exhilarating sensation sends a delightful electric tingle throughout your body. You more than happily return the kiss while pondering her simple yet complicated inquiry. When you both part you slip your glasses back on in order to get a good look at her, and you've now all but forgotten any brief sadness had even existed. You almost even forget to answer the question because your mind can barely believe that this beautiful alien girl wants to be with you.
Your arms wrap around her in response, eager to keep her close. Your face brightens and your dorky smile returns. "Well... ithadbeen a few minutes since I last kissed you, but we now solved that dilemma. Sooo... nothing. Nothing is wrong at all." You say fairly confidently. It was true, for the most part. You were happy to be with her again. However you get a feeling that she might not be satisfied with that answer. Something Karkat had said bothered you, but you're not sure how to bring it up. The last thing you wanted to do was put a damper on your day just as it starts by discussing the intricacies of Troll romance and what it means for your relationship.
You let your hands delicately caress Vriska's back in a somewhat massaging motion while you gaze deeply into her eyes. "Karkat's being an asshole. In other news, grass grows and birds fly." You add, hoping that might be enough for now. "He's not happy about us which we both saw coming a mile away, so I wouldn't worry about it. Nothing he says could stop me from being with you."
One of your hands moves upward to help guide her into another blissfully good kiss, and once it's over you pull back only slightly in order to keep your faces closer together. "Even with that interruption, waking up next to you was still the best thing that has ever happened to me... Just knowing that I hadn't dreamed last night. I... can't remember the last time I felt this happy. Maybe never. Thank you, Vriska..."
Your eyes occasionally glance upward and at this point she's probably wondering why. There was something you've been wanting to do for a while now, and you feel like now that she's your girlfriend you might have permission. Slowly, almost anxiously, you let one of your hands reach up to the top of Vriska's hair. Once there, you give her candy corn-like forked horn a tentative touch with your index and middle fingers. The texture was like a smooth bone but with a unique warmth. You wondered if they had any feeling. If so, were they sensitive? Your hand eventually moves over to the hooked horn, touching it in a similar manner. Shortly after, your eyes glance back to Vriska and you blush slightly, realizing you probably seemed like an idiot being fascinated by something Trolls had their whole life.
"Sorry, I uh, I guess I should ask before touching you like some sort of creep..." You mumble with some embarrassment. "Y-your horns are really cool, though..."
You follow that sentence with a sigh, realizing immediately that it was the dorkiest thing you've said since landing on the meteor. "Oh my god, I sound like such a tool... Vriska, this is your new boyfriend. He is not some smooth coolguy like Dave!"
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Vriska: Try to get an answer out of your matesprit
You frown a little at John's answer to your question. You know something is bothering him; he just isn't telling you what. From what you heard, that is to say, the vague echo of an infuriated Karkat, there is no way there is absolutely nothing wrong. The shouting sounded far too enraged to have meant so little to him. But the rhythmic rubbing on your back combined with the bright blue of his eyes staring into yours is making it difficult to argue at the moment.
The news that Karkat's being an asshole comes as no new information to you. At all. You did know this was coming. From way more than a mile off. You'd seen it even since you started talking to John in the first place. He had made it fairly obvious once he started warming up to the humans that he thought you would just end up killing them all or something. Yes, you did play a large role in John's (first) death, but that was for his benefit. You aren't sure whether to take Karkat's objections as resulting from hating you or resulting from actually caring for John. You know he's justified in his accusations either way.
Your thoughts are interrupted as you let yourself get pulled in for a kiss, turning into rather incoherent mush in your head. It's so strange how John seems to be able to cut off your train of thought with such a simple gesture, but you return the kiss easily nevertheless, tightening your arms around him for a few moments before pulling back to return your eyes to his. A soft smile has somehow worked its way into your face; that seems to happen a lot when you're around him. Especially after a kiss. It doesn't make sense to you that you would have a similar effect on him, but it's comforting at least to know that he's happy. Or at least, he's acting like he's happy.
You're a little confused when you see John's eyes flicker upward for a moment, followed by the same thing several more times. It's only when you realize that he's looking somewhere above your head that you realize that he's never really seen your horns before last night, so that's what must be diverting his attention.
The light touch of his hand on your left horn comes as a bit of a surprise at first, but you don't really mind it, though you start a little at the sudden sensation. You can feel his fingers brushing up against first one of your horns then the other, sending a pleasurable shiver down your spine. It's not exactly the same feeling you would get if he'd touched your skin; it just feels amazing for no particular reason.
You can't help the slight laugh that comes out at his reaction to his own reaction. It doesn't sound creepy or weird at all - not to you at least. It's difficult to relate since you've had your horns for as long as you've been alive, but you understand it. At the mention of Dave, you roll your eyes, partially out of genuine amusement and a little to cover up the slight change in your expression. The subject is still a little sore since last night, but you don't want to let on about it. The last thing you need is to cause more problems between John and his friends.
"You might not be Strider, but I'm flushed for you, not him," you remind him softly, tightening your arms again before drawing back to look at him with a more serious expression. "But you can't seriously expect me to believe that nothing's wrong. Something Karkat was saying is bothering you, isn't it?"
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John: Discuss complications of inter-species romance
Your grin widens to a ridiculous degree when Vriska reminds you that you're the one she's flushed for. You knew it, of course, but hearing her say it was delightful. You already wanted to pull her into another kiss, but you're interrupted by the change in her expression. You suppose you shouldn't be surprised that she's curious what had bothered you so much, since if all that had happened was Karkat disapproving of the relationship then you would have just laughed off the whole thing as planned. You hadn't exactly expected Karkat to say something that would actually get to you. As your smile fades your eyes glance away briefly, almost as if you're afraid to bring it up. However, it was going to come up eventually. Perhaps it was better to discuss it sooner than later...
"Well... In Karkat's defense, it wasn't really him that bothered me. He just reminded me of something I guess I didn't want to think about." You begin, implying you still don't want to think about it. You're not even sure how to say it at this point.
"Vriska, you probably know by now that humans only have one type of romance, which is like your flushed quadrant... Moirails and Kismesises... Kismesees? Kisme... you know what I mean. Also that other one I can't remember the name of. Those things. We don't really have them. Well, we do, but not the same way. Agh, this is complicated!"
You look visibly frustrated now, but you take a deep breath and try to calm yourself down. "He said Trolls are biologically compelled to fill each quadrant, and even though black romance deals with hating someone else, it still involves... you know... kissing and... intimate stuff sometimes..."
Your chest begins to sting just thinking about this. You tighten your arms around Vriska while leaning your head in to rest it upon her shoulder. "So I guess the idea of you doing... things with someone else, even if it means something different, just... kinda hurts. But I guess that's selfish of me. You're not a human. I shouldn't be expecting you to ignore your biology for my sake." As you speak you have to wonder if you sound as pathetic as you think you do. You hate that she's seeing you get so emotional already. As a Troll she likely wasn't used to it and if anything you were probably just making her uncomfortable. How could someone so strong and confident like Vriska like you so much?
You tilt your head to nuzzle her neck gently and after a few moments you lean back and look into her eyes once again. "I know we haven't gotten to that point yet, but I just want you to know that... I want to be with you no matter what. So if it comes a time where you find someone for another quadrant.. I'll understand. Heh, if it were up to me I'd try to romance you in all the quadrants! All of them! But I could never hate you so I guess I'd be a pretty lame kismesis. I'd like to think I could be your moirail too, though. I think for humans that's basically a soul mate, which can often be their girlfriend or husband or whatever. That's just more selfishness from me, though. In the end... I just want what's best for you. I want you to be happy... You deserve to be."
You allow a hand to rise and stroke her cheek gingerly. You couldn't be sure how she'd respond so you just hoped you didn't come across like some desperate or clingy boyfriend already. You hadn't even been together a day and already you were going off about having a hard time thinking about her with someone else. If you were going to be fair, you had tried to stop the subject from coming up and you were only being honest now that she inquired further. Perhaps she would appreciate that, at least.
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Vriska: Remember what human relationships are
You nod as John reminds you of the simplistic single quadrant of the human species; you did remember that humans only had a flushed quadrant-that-wasnt-really-a-quadrant. But you had never thought about what that might mean for the other Troll quadrants - especially the caliginous one - in the context of your relationship with him. His discomfort is apparent, but he seems to push it down and keep talking.
At first you dont see the problem with the concept of doing intimate stuff with a kismesis and for a moment youre confused. Then it hits you. Humans dont have kismesissitude...so that means they wouldnt be used to the idea of their matesprits doing...things...with another person.
You know youve interpreted it correctly when his arms tighten and his head comes down onto your shoulder. Your arms go around him again, one hand moving to rest on top of his hair in what you hope is an at least somewhat comforting gesture. You dont really know what you can say to make him feel better, partly because you just have no idea what to do and partially because youre not used to the wide range of emotions humans are vulnerable to. You do find it sweet in a way that he cares so much about whether or not youre in a blackrom with someone else...you just arent sure how to respond.
But you know that you wouldnt be able to hurt John like that. And its not just because of what Strider said to you. Its because you genuinely dont want to do anything that would upset him that much. Of course, you wouldnt be entirely uncaring if you saw him in a blackrom with someone else - not that he would be in a blackrom because hes human - but you know it wouldnt affect you as much as it would affect him if the roles were reversed.
You reach up and take the hand brushing against your cheek in your own, giving it a squeeze as you try to figure out how to reply to this sudden development. I...well, Karkat was right, technically we are biologically required to fill all of our quadrants. Or at least, biologically for the flushed and caliginous quadrants. The other two are more social requirements. On this meteor, the chances of finding a partner for any of my three unfilled quadrants are slim to none. But even if I did find someone to fill the caliginous quadrant...that wouldnt change how I feel about you at all. You pause to kiss him lightly before drawing back to look at him, fixing your black eyes onto his bright blue eyes. I suck at all this sappy romance stuff, but Ill say it anyway. Im not the only one that matters in this relationship. Its great that you want me to be happy. But not if it means youre not.
You stand up off the sofa, pulling John with you and into a tight hug that wouldnt have been easy while sitting down. You just stay there with your arms wrapped tightly around him for a good several seconds. Its surprising how nice it feels to just be this close to someone. Youve never really let yourself feel anything - until he showed up. You arent even sure you would be able to be in a blackrom with anyone if it meant hed be hurting because of it. It almost scares you that you care about him this much. Just thinking about where youd be if he hadnt shown up brings back memories of the last two years spent here.
After a good ten or fifteen seconds you reluctantly release your hold on him and draw back to look at him again, moving your hands to rest on his shoulders. Even now youre holding onto him tighter than youre aware that you are. Dont think you have to change anything about yourself for me. You feel a hint of color rising in your face from the sudden display of affection, but you barely notice it. Youre too busy gazing into the pure blue of Johns eyes, still wondering how he could be flushed for you even after everything youve done and knowing full well the possibility of having to share you with someone else.
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John: Lose control just a bit
You allow Vriska's light kiss to comfort you. Your near meltdown at the mere thought of ever having to share her with someone else almost pathetically brought you to tears, but she wasn't just telling you to deal with it like you thought might happen. The words that followed returned a brighter smile to your face. It seemed as if she wouldn't sacrifice your happiness for her own, and it was such a sweet thing to say. Especially for Vriska. You had to wonder if the other Trolls knew she had this side of her all along. They probably wouldn't believe it if you told them and it was likely Vriska didn't want them to know anyway. So for now you simply enjoy being the sole person she allows to view this rare compassion, because it was all for you to begin with. "Vriska..." You utter softly, not quite sure what words to follow up with, but there was no time as the next thing you knew she was pulling you off the sofa and embracing you tightly.
Your arms waste no time in mimicking hers as you hold onto her as if she might disappear if you didn't. You then allow your eyes to drift shut. The warmth of your bodies and the beat of each others hearts was all either of you needed right now, evidenced by neither of you speaking for some time. You never imagined that just holding someone could be so satisfying, but you felt any concerns you had were now melting away and being replaced by just a singular grateful feeling. Grateful for her.
As she pulls away, your eyes flutter open once again and you're immediately gazing back into her own. When she mentions you shouldn't change for her, that enchanting blush returns to her face and by that point you're hypnotized. How was she so perfect? How did you get so lucky? You didn't really care. All you cared about was that you had her, and you'd do everything in your power to make the relationship work.
"Okay... how about this. I promise not to change, as long as you promise not to change!" You offer with a lighthearted tone. The next thing you know you're lifting her up and spinning her around in your arms with a playful laugh. It seemed so effortless. You weren't quite sure if it was because she was light or because you had gotten stronger over the past couple years, but soon you have her back on her feet and you're admiring those mesmerizing eyes of hers once again. "Thanks for understanding, Vriska... I... I know I shouldn't have worried so much but... well, the only reason it bothered me so much is because you really do mean a lot to me... and... wow it's hard to think while staring at you because you really are that beautiful!"
There's a silence between you, but not out of awkward uncertainty this time despite your fumbling of words. Instead there's a yearning building up as you watch her, your gaze darting between her eyes and her lips. Soon you're pulling her into an impassioned kiss. You savor her exotic taste as you return her to the sofa, guiding her onto her back as you ascend over her. The aggressiveness of the kiss this time finally causes you to be a bit clumsy and cut your lip on one of her fangs. You pull back in surprise, but the brief pain subsides and you just chuckle as your tongue licks away the drop of blood and you resume kissing her.
Your body is almost moving on auto-pilot at this point. One arm is still wrapped around her which is also assisting in holding your own weight over her, while the other hand is grasping her above the hip. Your fingers somehow make it under the hem of her shirt, lifting it up slightly and exposing a tantalizing glimpse of that flawless grey flesh. Your lips finally break from hers to plant small kisses along her cheek and jaw. Once they're at her neck you allow your teeth to gently graze along her skin in between tender kisses while your hand ventures up even further. Your fingers gently massage along her side and instinctively your hips grind against hers momentarily. There was no doubt that she felt your arousal this time. Your hand was now inches from Vriska's bra and seemed to show little sign of stopping until...
"HEY DOUCHENOZZLE, HAVE YOU HOOKED MY COMPUTER BACK UP YET?"
Karkat's grating voice causes you to bolt upright, but thankfully he wasn't actually in the room. The voice just happened to carry very well through the large door, much to your simultaneous relief and chagrin. "Uggghhhhh that.... fuckass..." You mutter with an expression of contempt which makes it seem like you are trying to make Karkat explode with your mind. There's a bit of irony in your choice of profanity which rubbed off on you from Jade which originally rubbed off on her from Karkat. It seemed most appropriate right now.
As you look down at the gorgeous woman below you, you tense up as you're suddenly brought crashing back to reality. Her shirt had been pulled up a bit and her belly was teasingly revealed. The mood had effectively been killed, though, and now you were observing the scene as if you were Dr. Jekyll who had just regained control from Mr. Hyde. All you could think about now was how incredibly, enormously unprepared you were if things had gone further. Awkward John was now back in full force as your face flushes like a beet and you dismount from your position.
"I uh... yeah I told him I'd fix that so... I'll just.... go.... do that..." You stutter, walking backward and nearly tripping over the table as you do. You manage to stabilize yourself but as soon as you turn from Vriska you thrust both your hands to your forehead in a facepalm x2 combo. "Stupid stupid dumb." You mutter to yourself as you grudgingly work toward hooking the computer back up.
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Vriska: Come seriously close to...well...
A smile creeps onto your face at Johns reply to you, and then suddenly his arms are locked around you and youre spinning around in a tight circle for a few seconds before you feel the floor under your feet again. You keep your arms around him an extra couple seconds, partially because youre a little dizzy and partially because youre just enjoying his warmth. When you release your hold on him, you return your eyes to his, listening to him tell you things that you never in a million earth years thought youd hear directed at you.
You stand there for a little while, watching each other as if you both know whats going to happen next and neither of you wants to stop it from happening. The next thing you know, hes pulled you close and your lips are locked tightly with his, this time with no restraint keeping the small, closed-lips kisses youve had before from deepening.. Dimly, youre aware that hes pushing you backwards. For a brief moment, you wonder if you might trip on something. Then the backs of your knees hit the sofa and you feel yourself being lowered onto your back. For a split second, something close to alarm flashes in your mind, but its quickly squashed by the urgency of his lips on yours.
You feel something catch on your right fang, and for a moment the kiss breaks. It turns out that something was Johns lip, and you mentally kick yourself for not being more careful. Stupid damn fangs....Your worry over hurting him dissipates quickly as he ignores the small cut and returns to the kiss. You can now taste the slight metallic tang of the bright red human blood on his lips, and if anything, it only invigorates you further.
At some point between returning to the sofa and this moment, the hand that isnt at your back found its way to your hip, at the meeting between your jeans and your shirt. You can feel his fingers push the black fabric of your shirt up a few inches; although his fingers are a little chilly, they leave blazing hot trails where they brush against the small area of your bared skin.
Then the hand slips under your shirt altogether, and suddenly the kiss has been broken and his lips make their way to your cheek, along the line of your jawbone, and all the way to your neck. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, and a shiver runs through you as his teeth lightly graze the delicate skin directly above the speeding pulse of your blood. All the while, his hand creeps up your side, rubbing comfortingly against you. You feel his hips come down and briefly collide with yours, and you dont fail to notice the hardness in his jeans. By now your breathing is quick and urgent, and your hands have grabbed fistfuls of the front of his shirt in an effort to pull him closer. The moment is absolutely, completely, in all conceivable ways, perfect.
Until a loud, insistent shout reaches your ears, Karkats voice demanding to know if John had fixed his computer. Suddenly, the spell is broken, and John sits up abruptly to locate the source of the voice, which is apparently not in the room, the burning trails left by his hands suddenly extinguished as he pulls away from you to check the door. At least Karkat isnt actually in the room, you think grimly, releasing your hold on Johns shirt and letting your hands fall to your sides. You know Karkat had no way of knowing what he was interrupting. But youre still furious with him for multiple reasons. One of which was that you had been given a momentary peek into Johns more aggressive side, and although it startled you for a few moments, you liked it. Now that bold confidence was gone again, back to the charming, awkward Egbert that you loved all the same. You didnt think it was possible for a face to be as full of blood as Johns is now. You ache to pull him into a hug or even another kiss, but Karkat has done a wonderful job of destroying the mood. You dont even have the heart to laugh as John stumbles on the table on his way to the computer....
Once Johns back is turned, you sit up, pulling your shirt back into place, and rest your head on the tips of your fingers for a few seconds. How far would things have gone if Karkats voice hadnt suddenly interjected? Are you even ready for a physical relationship? No, wait, thats a stupid question, of course youre ready. Youre Vriska Serket, you have to be ready for anything.
Fine, youre terrified and more than a little disoriented. Youve never even come close to this kind of relationship, much less with a human. You have no idea how to handle what you're feeling. You don't know how far things would have gone had Karkat not interrupted when he did or what you would have done had they gone far enough. The idea is unnerving and exciting at the same time. You like John so much it almost hurts, but it's frustrating beyond reason to be questioned or interrupted almost every step of the way, especially when things are actually going well for once.
You get up off the couch and approach John, who seems to suddenly be absorbed in reconnecting Karkat's computer to the television. For a moment you hesitate, wondering what hes thinking about now. Then you hesitantly place a hand on his shoulder, pulling him back a few inches from the computer and looking carefully into his eyes.
John? You give his shoulder a light squeeze before shoving your hands in your pockets and coming to stand in front of him. Is everything okay?
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John: Try and explain sudden shift in attitude
As you fiddle with the computer cords you make every effort you can not to face Vriska. For some reason you're terrified that you had gone too far, and your mind is racing with things you wanted to say to her. It was beyond distracting, and you could barely focus on the electronic device in front of you. "Stupid Karkat, what does he think I am, a computerologist? Gonna smack those nubby horns off his nubby head..." You grumble as you finally find the right cord to plug into the television and snap it in. You seem almost oblivious that your irritation is not because of the computer but actually due to the fact that you just had an amazing moment with Vriska and it happened to get very rudely interrupted.
Suddenly you feel Vriska's hand lightly grasp your shoulder, pulling you to face her. She inquires if you're all right and at first your eyes dart away from hers as your face flushes again. "M-me? Yeah, course! I'm totally cool. Ice cool. Cooler than Strider. He's got nothing on the King of Cool which is me! Haha!" You blurt out quickly. There's a ridiculous grin on your face which seems forced and unnatural. However, your eyes eventually reconnect to hers and you realize that no one in their right mind would believe a word of the thing you just said. It was basically the most absurd lie in the history of anything and you're already regretting saying it. The grin fades and turns into a more sincere warm smile.
"Vriska..." You begin softly, reaching out to place your hands on her hips and pull her closer. You still leave a bit of space between the two of you so you can sufficiently look into her eyes. "I guess... I'm just nervous. This is my first relationship... but I don't want it to be full of mistakes. I don't want to come off like some guy just going for the first pretty girl to smile at him. The guy who rushes into a bunch of stuff and has it explode in his face but he's okay with it cause he's young and there are other girls. Cause you're not just any girl... You're Vriska and you're genuinely special to me... I felt a connection with you even when we were just interacting with a chat program and I had no idea what you looked like. I only want you... So I can't mess this up."
You let one of your hands reach up to cradle her cheek delicately, letting the silence sink in for a few moments as you search for your next words. For that time you're perfectly content just looking at her and taking comfort in the knowledge that despite your little transformation a moment ago she did not seem offended or upset. "Don't get me wrong, though... Being close to you like that was beyond incredible... I'd just prefer it to be right... As in, when we're both sure we're ready and not in a place where Karkat could conceivably barge in on us at any moment. Man... the last thing Ieverwant is to associate his stupid face to any of our uh... intimate activities.
Your beautiful face, on the other hand, is the perfect thing to associate." You grin handsomely as you pull her in for another deep kiss, drinking in her perfect flavor while your arms wrap around her and tighten. Eventually your lips part and you rest your forehead against hers. "Anyway... Sorry if I was a bit um... enthusiastic back there. Kind of surprised, myself... Just know that if I ever do something you don't like, just tell me and I'll stop. I'll never hurt you..."
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Vriska: Try and fix the awkwardness
You keep your eyes fixed on Johns, even though he seems to be avoiding looking at you at first. The level of awkwardness is building quickly, and you have to find a way to bring it back down. Its clear that what just happened wasnt normal for him and he might be uncomfortable with it. Then suddenly hes giving you the most ridiculous, transparently fake grin youve ever seen while stuttering out a weak attempt at trying to convince you that there was nothing wrong. You dont even bother to reply, you just look at him with a reproachful expression. You doubt that anything he could have said could be farther from the truth than what he just said. Not that you blame him, youre feeling about as awkward as he probably is...
You allow yourself to be pulled in a little so that youre a few inches apart, looking at him with a small smile to match his as you listen patiently to the real reason his mood suddenly changed. Honestly, it surprises you that he thought he might seem like one of the guys he just described to you. You start to open your mouth to say something, but youre cut off by the light pressure of his hand on your cheek. Even after nearly a day, his touch still sends a shock through you, as if youre not expecting him to be real until you actually feel his skin on yours, so much so that you nearly miss what hes saying.
A slight laugh manages to escape you at the thought of remembering Karkat every time you and John so much as kiss. You agree, you would rather not bring him into your relationship. Actually, you would rather not associate with him at all right now, period. But its highly unlikely that youll be able to enjoy a whole year without the shouting Trolls presence, so you just resign yourself to the fact that hell always be around to ruin a moment between you and John every now and then. You can plot your diabolical revenge for his sabotage later.
But until then, you see no reason to worry about it. You see that smile of his you love for a moment before youre kissing him again, your arms circling around him and pulling him closer. What you did to deserve him, youll never know. You know youve done nothing to deserve anything even close to what John is, so something must have rolled you infinite fluorite octets if he really does care for you this much.
When you break apart, you sigh lightly, letting your forehead rest against his. John...those guys you were comparing yourself to...you arent like that at all. You bring your arms up to link around his neck loosely. And Im not going to break, you know, you add with a grin. You dont have to worry about me.
You tilt your head up a little to kiss him again, briefly, then with a few quick movements, you finish hooking up the last few lines to Karkats computer. There. Now the douchebag can watch his shitty movies in peace.
One of your hands ventures down to take hold of Johns hand, your fingers intertwining with his. Even with the sudden interruptions, the last twelve or so hours have been the best youve had in a long time. You have no idea how to even begin to try and say any of that without sounding ridiculous, so instead you settle for a tight grip on his hand.
And maybe now Karkat will shut up and just be grateful that your windy thing didnt break his computer, you mutter, shooting the offending laptop a glare.
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John: Suggest potential social encounters
Feeling Vriska's arms around you again dissolves any remnants of worry regarding the moment you both just shared and your subsequent reactions, and her lips eagerly returning your kiss instantly reignites the thrill of her taste and touch. You're not sure how things could be working out more perfectly, even taking the interruptions into account. When she assures you that your comparisons to other guys was unwarranted, you can't help but grin joyfully. You just wanted her to know that you truly, genuinely adored her and it seemed like she understood that. Your eyes never said otherwise, because anytime they looked at her they were bright with honest affection.
Her insistence that she would not break makes you snicker a little and you give her a rather suggestive look under half-lidded eyes. "Oh yeah?...Hhmmm... Maybe I won't be so gentle next time, then." You speak in a flirtatious tone which you yourself are admittedly a bit surprised to hear. It was clear you were becoming more comfortable around her, and it helped relax the awkward and flustery John somewhat. Perhaps you were just eager to see that rare blush from her again.
You watch as after another quick yet still invigorating kiss, Vriska proceeds to make quick work of Karkat's computer, and her comment elicits a hearty laugh from you. "Good to see you still have that fiery attitude when needed." Your hand happily tightens against hers once you feel her fingers tangle with yours and you again get a light, pleasant feeling from the simple gesture. For some reason, holding her hand like that seemed like a nice representation of feeling so connected to her.
Her eyes still shoot daggers at Karkat's computer, but you let your free hand reach up and tilt her chin until she was facing you once again. "Vriska... I don't really think I'm like one of those guys either... It was a momentary freak out which was probably totally unwarranted. It's just that you've been here for two years and basically been alone, by your own admission. Combined with Karkat's shitty attitude toward you, I wouldn't be surprised if all that kinda got to you. That maybe you felt you didn't deserve to be happy."
You continue to gaze fondly into her eyes as you bring her back into your arms completely. You knew you had just let go only moments before, but you just wanted her to feel your warmth for a bit longer. It seemed like it would help emphasize your next point. "So I suppose I just like reminding you that yeah, you do deserve it. That my feelings for you aren't an attempt to get some uh... physical nourishment... You're amazing, Vriska, and I'm gonna do my best to convince the others of that. Hell, maybe I'll even convince you..."
Your lips press against hers, initiating another absorbing and romantic kiss, letting it linger for a long while before drawing back. "That said... it might require us to hang out with them occasionally... I won't force you, obviously, but it would be nice if my friends were on good terms with my girlfriend, heh. Think you'd be okay with that? It's totally up to you."
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Vriska: Accept that youre going to have to talk to people eventually
You grin easily at the suggestive comment, sensing that John is finally getting over the awkwardness that had been present between you at first. Your attention is diverted from the computer by the light touch of his fingers under your chin, turning your head back to him. Youre relieved at least when he tells you that he doesnt really see himself as the kind of person he just described. You bristle a little at the reminder that youve been here alone for the past two years since it brings back a number of unpleasant memories, but you push it down, knowing that hes just trying to look out for you. Two years was a fairly long time to be on your own, you wont deny that. But knowing what youve done, especially since starting the game, you cant see how this kind of happiness could possibly be right.
You still cant help smiling as you feel his arms circle around you again, warm and inviting. You settle into the embrace immediately, enjoying the feeling of complete security that envelops you in this position.
You still doubt that youre as amazing as John claims you are. And you know the others arent going to go for the idea that youre not as much of a raging psychopath/bluh bluh huge 8itch as you seem. It just seems like hes looking at you from the wrong angle - or hes at least looking at a side of you that even you didnt know existed until last night. The only part of you he can see right now is the part thats giving him smiles and kisses. The other, more prevalent part of you isnt as friendly. But for now, you happily return the kiss, leaning up to get even closer to him. When you break apart after several long moments, and he proposes hanging out with the others, you nod. You knew hed want to be around his friends, so youre willing to spend time with them too if he wants you there. You know they wont change their minds about you. But you're fine with being around them. Or at least, you'll tolerate/deal with them for John's sake.
"Of course I'm okay with it - it's a good idea for you to get to know everyone else," you reply, doing a fairly good job of sounding encouraging. "They've all probably been wanting to meet you, so you should spend time with them. And Ill come if you want me to....
You pause for a moment, turning back toward the door. If you want, you could go find them now. Everyones probably awake by now and it isnt late enough for everyone to have split up into their various sappy romances yet. And Striders probably already let people know youre here, so theyll be wanting to meet you. You know John is probably also eager to see his friends again after two years apart, and he still hasnt met Terezi or Kanaya or any of the others besides Karkat yet. We could split and meet back where you...um...landed...in a half hour, you offer. You still havent picked out a room to stay in. Out this door to the right, take your first left then your third right and thats where all of our rooms start. Whichever rooms arent marked as somebodys are empty, so you can just pick from those.
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John: Get some much needed relief...
As Vriska mentions that you have other friends waiting for you to greet them you give a short nod. "Yeah... Rose actually might be pretty upset knowing I didn't come see her last night. I should at least go apologize profusely that I won't be able to marry her now." You respond with a smirk. "Just one of many fine ladies that is going to sadly be denied the prime Egbert cut. It's all your fault. Claiming me as your matesprit. You're breaking all the hearts right now. All of them."
You stand there for a moment silently and you swear you hear crickets chirping. "Okay, wow that was lame and crappy! You're right, either way. I'll go find a room then say hi to the others." You add, though you've still made no attempt to let Vriska go. "Just... don't disappear on me or anything!"
You sneak one last brief kiss before finally releasing her and turning toward the door. Already you miss staring into her gorgeous eyes and you spin quickly to flash one last smile before exiting the room.
The hallway felt colder without her next to you, but you'd manage. You follow the directions Vriska had given to you and sure enough you come across a series of doors, some very conveniently labeled identifying their occupants. Karkat's was obvious. A sheet of paper plastered to the steel door with a hastily scribbled -NO FUCKING ENTRY FOR ANYONE EVER.- It was straight and to the point, though you found it cute how he added some small text between the 'anyone' and 'ever' which was almost invisible at first. -except terezi- Aww, crabbypantsdidhave a heart after all. You figured it was likely shriveled and black but he had one just the same.
Dave lazily had put up a drawing of Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff to signify his door. Rose had her Hero of Light symbol, Kanaya and Terezi had their signs. It all seemed appropriate. Vriska's was further down the hall and you're not surprised she purposefully had chosen a room away from the others. You're incredibly curious about what's inside but you respect her space and resist the urge to snoop. You do, however, choose the room directly next to hers. You didn't want to make assumptions but you planned on spending a lot of time with her. Why not make the walk to see her a very short one? With that, you press the button on the keypad next to the door and it swooshes open like something out of Star Trek.
As you enter, the lights flicker on and present something not unlike a mixture between a nice hotel room and a H.R. Giger painting. There's a large, comfy looking bed with red sheets embroidered with a gold pattern, not unlike similar designs you've seen elsewhere in the complex. A television. Computer. Bookshelf. Oh, and plenty of strange looking tubes and cords jutting out everywhere for seemingly no reason. Where did they go? What purpose did they serve? Why did this place have to be so spooky? You also consider it pretty cool though, so there weren't any real complaints. You instantly flop onto the bed and gaze toward the chandelier on the ceiling.
You enjoy a few moments of silence with your thoughts. They are, of course, about Vriska. You still can't believe how great things are going and just imagining her face makes your skin tingle. You laugh to yourself joyfully. You already can't wait to see her again. To hold her. To kiss her... As your thoughts drift in that particular direction your body pulses with excitement. That moment you had with her... the one right before Karkat so rudely shocked you into awareness... You had never felt so alive and eager for something. It was amazing, and although you were telling the truth when you said you were nervous and probably not ready, you knew you wanted to be that close to her again eventually... and then some. You suddenly felt restricted and confined. Like you desperately needed a gasp of air.
Your eyes dart across the room where you focus upon another door. Inside appears to be the bathroom, fully stocked, with a fairly nice looking shower. You remove your glasses and set them next to the sink. Your overshirt gets tossed aside, followed by your shirt, and your shoes and your socks... Finally, in one swift motion your jeans and boxers and with that you take a deep, satisfying breath. You're hard as a fucking diamond and while you're not entirely sure where you compare to other guys, you feel enormous. Just thinking about her warm touch and her sweet kiss and her sensuous voice; It was all driving you crazy. You start the shower but you don't even wait for it to get warm. Within a second you're soaking under the rushing water and actually enjoying it in its current cool and refreshing temperature.
You lean against the back wall and grip your shaft causing you to let out a relieved sigh. Your eyes then drift shut and you let your imagination take over. You picture Vriska in your mind and you don't even make an attempt to fantasize about her in any further state of undress. Even in her normal outfit she was still the sexiest thing you had ever seen. She could be in a fucking parka for all you cared. If your moment together hadn't been interrupted and you had actually managed to see a breast, even just one, you very well may have shot off in your pants. Maybe Karkat was now your best bro for life for saving you from a scene so pathetic and embarrassing.
Slowly your hand begins to work itself along your length and god damn if it isn't the best thing you've ever felt. Well, kissing Vriska still was, probably, but this was up there. Thoughts of said kisses were perfect fuel at the moment and your cock twitches every time you mentally relive them. "Vriska..." You moan softly and instantly you're blushing due to that cry of her name being entirely involuntary. Being shy about such a thing seemed silly since you were literally the only one there but then again you didn't know some of those Trolls well. Maybe they bugged the rooms and were having a nice laugh about you calling out your new girlfriend's name while touching yourself. Shit, maybe the sick fucks were watching and enjoying it. You didn't even care at this point.
Your breaths become heavier as the motions of your hand speed up. Each stroke sends a rush of pleasure rolling through your body and your other hand grips your tightened sack, massaging it as your visualizations progress to the point where you were on top of Vriska. Even thinking about the moment where you cut yourself on her fang is arousing. You haven't even been going at it very long but you're already just about to burst. Everything about that moment had been perfect. You think about the taste of her as you kiss to her neck and the way you could feel her pulse racing under your lips. You think about your hand sliding under her shirt, caressing her perfect God Tier skin. You think about her quick, panting breaths which urged you to continue. And finally you think about the gloriously exhilarating instant where your hips connect with hers.
"F-fuck!" You exclaim as the climax rushes upon you harder than you've ever felt before. Any previous time you brought yourself to orgasm felt like piddling raindrops compared to the hurricane you're experiencing now. Your cock pulses with each stream it releases and your legs begin to feel weak. Slowly your body descends onto the floor of the shower and you turn your head so the water isn't streaming directly onto your face. You're breathing as if you had been underwater for ten minutes and only just now surfacing, and you're shuddering with the most incredible feeling.
You truly believe one has never felt more satisfied than you do right now. Completely empty and happy. A rather strained laugh escapes you between breaths. You're still hard, somehow, and a few lingering drops of your seed trickle down your shaft before being washed away. You are absolutely spent and you feel like curling up and falling asleep right there. You said you'd say hi to your friends though and you weren't going to let your selfish little... distraction keep you from them any longer. Besides, you also had another date with Vriska shortly. You certainly were not going to miss that for anything.
With great effort you finally make it back to your feet, wobbling considerably before finally gaining balance. You then proceed to use the shower as it was actually intended and wash up. Brushing of the teeth and fixing of the hair follow as you gaze into the mirror. You definitely feel like you look more mature these days, but you still can't shake some of that goofy looking youth. Did Vriska find you as attractive as you did her? It seemed hard to believe. You didn't doubt her overall feelings, either way. You also have to wonder how she'd react if she knew what you were just up to with her in your thoughts. It would have to remain a mystery, most likely. It's not like you were going to just casually bring it up over dinner.
Once you had dressed, you proceed out the door with a bit more bounce to your step. You now felt like you could find Rose and interact with her without your thoughts being entirely obsessed by Vriska... Only partially obsessed...
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Vriska: Snap out of it and be normal Vriska
You grin a little at the idea of John apologizing for not marrying Rose. The idea is amusing to you since Rose and Kanaya have been together for a good chunk of the time youve spent on this meteor. Youll just take a wild shot in the dark and say shell be totally fine with your choice of matesprit. Or, at least, she wont mind. Thats the easy part, of course. The hard part is getting everyone else to believe that youre not insane. Which you are. But youre perfectly happy getting the prime Egbert cut.
After a moment of slightly awkward silence, you find yourself returning one more kiss and raising a hand to wave him off, watching him leave the room. You just kind of stand there with your hands in your pockets, watching the empty doorway. Now that hes gone you feel a little of the loneliness that had been your life for the last couple years. Only a little of it though. It doesnt feel nearly as...boring, for lack of a better word, as it had earlier.
Looking around the room, you realize that the entertainment options available to you at the moment really, REALLY suck. You guess youll just have to find somewhere else to screw around. You consider returning to your respiteblock, but theres barely any room in it since you still have half a million dice scattered around your floor. In your current state of mind, youd probably stick yourself full of the contents of your own strife deck if you took one step inside.
You give up on that option and decide to head to the room John appeared in. Doubtless there will be a few other Trolls and/or humans there, but you did promise to at least try to get along with the others...which youll choose to interpret as sit awkwardly off to the side and listen to their various ridiculous conversations. In other words, youll tolerate them. Doesnt mean you have to talk to them...does it? No, you decide, it doesnt.
Having somewhat narrowed down your options, you think its about time to stop standing here staring at the door in the general direction John went like some lovestruck fifteen-or-sixteen-earth-year-old. Because youre not. At least, not on the surface. Or really on any of the layers of Vriska personality until you get deep as freakin hell into your mind. Yup, the normal you is back. And bored again. Wonderful.
You shake away your completely random thoughts, which actually did kind of make you feel better, and head out the door. You have better things to do than stand there awkwardly.
A good while later, after a fairly long (and slow) walk, you get back to the room you originally found John in. Its impossible to miss, mostly because its one of the biggest rooms in this place. Its still not huge, but its pretty big. You turn into the room, and immediately several pairs of eyes have settled on you. You mainly notice Karkat glaring at you. Maybe hes trying to blow you up with his mind or something. With great effort you manage to resist the urge to flip him off.
Yes, Im actually deigning to grace you all with my presence, you announce to the room...okay, mostly Karkat. The rest of the people in the room arent nearly as conspicuous. Feel free to return to whatever youre doing, and please, contain your enthusiasm. You cant help adding that last piece with a hint of dryness. You drop into an armchair between two bookcases about halfway down the left wall, effectively placing yourself into a small nook thats hidden from the door and most of the room. This is actually perfect. Maybe this way everyone will forget youre here and just not bug you.
From your hidden spot, you return Karkats continuing glare for a good several minutes before deciding that indulging it is an incredibly stupid idea and looking away. Maybe this wasnt such a great idea. You shift so that youre lounging across the arms of the chair comfortably, letting your legs hang in the small gap between the side of the chair and one of the bookcases.
After a few minutes of staring at the side of the bookcase, your mind starts to wander a little, and you eventually yawn and settle into the armchair and drift off into a light sleep.
Be the other hero of Light
You are now Rose Lalonde. You dont think youve ever gone from being Vriska to Rose, but youll go with it. Youve just come from...well, somewhere else. You and Kanaya have parted ways for now, so youre left to your own devices. What could you possibly do...
A thought suddenly hits you. Didnt someone tell you that John spontaneously appeared on the meteor last night? You distinctly remember hearing about it from someone. Probably either Kanaya or Terezi. You should probably go find him. You meant to find him last night, but you got kind of distracted. But now you can go and try to find him. You figure the best way to do so is to first check if theres a new mark on one of the bedroom doors. If there is, hell probably be in the large room where everyone seems to spend a lot of time now.
Armed with your powers of induction through the absence or presence of a mark on a door and your confidence in the possibility of finding your friend in a huge maze of rock, you start off down the hall.
You take a quick glance through the doorway of what you just call the living room of the place and see a few people scattered in various places in the room. Karkat glaring at...nothing in particular. John doesnt seem to be there, so you continue to the alchemiter room and take a peek. Theres a bunch of food on the counters and a couple boxes on a table further into the room. You successfully resist the urge to tidy it up, though you suspect that the mess might be Johns work.
You turn to continue down the hall, and you almost dont see him until youre inches away from bumping into him. Something catches your sight in the corner of your eye, and you stop just in time to stop yourself from crashing into the very person youve been looking for.
John! Youre too surprised for half a second to do anything but stare at him, but then you pull him into a tight hug for a few moments before letting go and grinning happily at him. I thought you would be somewhere around here. You got here last night, right?
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Be the Leader
You are already John. Stop wasting time!
No, be the other leader
Ah, all right. Gotcha. You're now Karkat, and you're pacing around the room while your friend Kanaya watches with a disinterested expression. A headphoned Dave Strider is busy on a laptop trying to create some "fresh new jams" or some other such nonsense. You still can't stop being angry about John and Vriska, but thankfully you've found someone to rant to who will understand your position.
"I'm convinced he is suicidal! I mean why else would the idiot shack up with Vriska Serket?! Why wouldanyone?! It's madness!" You growl before noticing a slight frown upon Kanaya's face. Good going, you enormous bulgebiter. You had forgotten about her unrequited flushed torch she carried for Vriska once upon a time. "I-I mean..."
"It's fine, Karkat. That is in the past." She replies with a smooth voice. "But I am not certain I understand your concern. Is it for John's safety? John is a God Tier, is he not? Vriska would not be able to kill him as it would not likely be Just or Heroic."
You grumble. "I know that! It's just... She's... Agh!"
"Do you have A Thing for John?"
"HA. Try again,sister."
"Vriska?"
"Oh my fucking lord. NO! I do not have any fucking feelings for John or Vriska. Red, black, or otherwise! Wow! You've been hanging around with Rose too much. You think you're one of those human therapists all of the sudden. There's a reason we don't have anything fucking like that on our planet!" You remind Kanaya who merely shrugs.
"We don't have anything like anything on our planet anymore..." She reminds you in return.
"Yeah, no shit! Now you're getting to the root of the issue! If the last remaining Trolls hook up with the last remaining humans how the hell is either species going to survive!?" Your rant continues and Kanaya visibly tenses. You've just now included her as part of 'the issue' inadvertently. When it comes to putting one's foot into one's mouth you are simply the best there is. "Kanaya..."
"I understand, Karkat, and the underlying problem has presented itself to me as well. The truth is The Matriorb is gone. Unless we can come up with something, our species is doomed regardless. Still, I feel as if I cannot lose hope just yet..." She says with a slight smile. Hearing Kanaya talk about hope seemed off, to you. She always seemed so rational and logical, but it would take ten miracles for them to acquire a new Matriorb somehow. Clinging to pointless hope seemed like such a human thing. Rose really was rubbing off on her.
"Yeah well all that bullshit aside, I just get bad vibes from her. John needs to stop being a lovestruck dumbass and at least consider what he's getting into." You mutter. Suddenly you hear the sound of the door and upon turning you're greeted with probably the last face you wanted to see right now. Speak of the fucking devil.
Vriska waltzes in and you can't help but glare at her. She makes a snarky comment which seems particularly directed at you but for once you hold your tongue. You've been practicing not flying off the handle anytime someone provoked you, and Kanaya in particular was the one keeping tabs on your progress. So you glare. And glare.
And glare some more.
She returns the glares until she appears to get bored, drifting off to sleep in a chair hidden in the side of the room. You wondered how the hell she and Egbert weren't permanently joined at the lips already but you're actually a bit relieved and surprised they had managed to separate at all. Maybe there was hope for Egbert yet. Oh goddamn it, nowyouare talking about hope.
Be the other other leader
You are the Heir of Breath, and you kinda forgot which way you turned to get down this hallway... If you are late with your meetup with Vriska you are going to be so mad at yourself. So mad.
Suddenly a figure appears in front of you in an almost startling manner, however once you realize who it is you grin like an idiot. Rose's arms are around you quickly which is convenient because you planned on doing the exact same thing. You hug Rose tightly, almost as if you had to make sure she was real. Finally you release each other and gaze happily into each other's eyes.
"Rose! This is great, I was just coming to find you! Yeah! I got here last night! Thanks to Jade." You reply with a lighthearted tone. "It's really good to see you. I mean, last time I saw you... well..."
Your voice trails off as you flash back to your first meeting with Rose in the castle. When you learned about your dad. When you got stabbed like a chump and failed to stop the same from happening to Rose. It made you feel horrible.
"Since all that stuff happened. Man, I hope I never have to kiss you again..." You attempt to summarize, completely missing how your sentence came out until a few moments later. "I-I mean... ugh John you are the biggest idiot in the history of ever... Let's change the subject... So I hear you and Kanaya huh? That's awesome! I'm really happy for you guys! I uh... I kinda found someone myself.
It's Dave. He is a tasty dreamboat."
Your attempt to say that with a straight face fails as you're laughing a mere second later. "I just called your genetic brother a tasty dreamboat. I'm gonna let that sink in your brain for a bit.
Seriously though. I'm glad we can talk. Not just cause it will be awesome to catch up but... well, since you and Kanaya are a thing now, I thought maybe you'd have some insight into dating a Troll. Cause, you see... the girl I'm seeing is kinda... Vriska. I'm gonna meet her now so wanna walk with me there?"
You start off back toward your landing area and wait for Rose to walk beside you. You expression seems contemplative now, almost as if you're trying to solve a puzzle in your mind. "Karkat already tells me I'm crazy and that I'm making a mistake, but I've never felt more certain of anything in my life. I don't think this is just some random infatuation. I deeply and honestly feel something for her. She's amazing... Is what I'm feeling... is this normal? Do you think her and I can work...?"
Your eyes gaze at Rose who you had grown above since your last meeting. You look hopeful that she'll tell you something you want to hear, but at the same time you also expect her honesty. While Rose was probably one of the only people to be more sarcastic than Dave, unlike him she could be counted on to be truthful when it mattered.
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Be Vriska
Vriska is sleeping. Being her would be incredibly boring.
Fine, then be Rose
You are still Rose Lalonde. You have just found your friend John wandering the halls of the meteor, and youre incredibly happy to finally meet up with him again. Its been two years since you last saw him, and he looks like hes matured. A lot, actually. You regard him with quiet contemplation after you pull back from the hug, seeing the brief change in his expression when he reminds you of the last time you met in person. Yes, its an unpleasant memory, but its long over and you dont blame him at all for what happened in the castle. You only regret having had to be the one to tell him that his father had been killed.
When he expresses, rather bluntly, his wish to never again be in a position where he is required to kiss you back to life, you cant help but let out a snort of laughter. He always was bad at effectively communicating without being a little offensive sometimes. Not that you were offended; you would be perfectly happy to refrain from kissing him for the next eternity. Your interests still lie in Kanaya. But you still appreciate his attempt to patch up his mistake. Its kind of sweet.
Suddenly youre incredibly curious at the mention of John finding his own love interest. Or at least, you assume its a love interest; you doubt hed inform you of the newest friend hes met and reference your relationship with Kanaya.
Dave.
Your mind goes blank for the tiniest fraction of a second before you realize that hes not serious. A moment later, hes laughing, giving away the joke. Youve learned to expect the unexpected on this meteor. You briefly contemplate the possibility of Dave Strider being a tasty dreamboat. Quite honestly, you dont see the appeal. Maybe its because hes your brother.
Then he says its Vriska.
You cant say youre surprised. Okay, maybe a little surprised. You have seen the relationship between the two of them grow slowly over the time they were talking, but you had never expected it to actually take off. They seem to be almost exact opposites of each other. Vriska is bold and confident where John is shy and hesitant; he is cheerful and happy where she is manipulative and...well, not necessarily dark. Maybe snarky or sharp would be a better word. But still, it makes sense to you. Kind of.
As you fall into step beside John back on the way to the living room, you notice that he looks like hes trying to figure something out in his head. No doubt hes trying to make sense of his own feelings before asking you about them. But your chumhandle does have a reason behind it; you like to think you can accurately psychoanalyze just about anything. You wait a few moments before answering. You know that he knows not to go off anything Karkat says and what hes saying seems genuine, but still.... You arent sure exactly what to think about this new development, so you take a moment to contemplate you reply before speaking it.
I think that whether or not you and Vriska can work is up to the two of you. My first instinct would be to discourage you just because of what Ive heard, but it really is entirely your choice. I cant honestly say that its a bad idea to be with a Troll for obvious reasons. But the two of you have to be the ones to decide how well this relationship will work. You pause for a moment to reconsider, and you quickly amend your previous statement. Im not going to follow my first instinct though. From where Im standing, I see you as the person Vriska needs to cool her down, her foil, if you will. Your personalities contrast one another so much that its a fifty-fifty chance. Itll crash and burn, or it will work absolutely perfectly. Which way the scale will tip depends on what happens in the near future. Its up to you if you want to take that risk.
As you continue, maybe possibly rambling a little, you realize suddenly that youre talking up at him. When did that happen? Oh well...youre okay with being short.
You said you had a meeting with her, right? Where exactly are we going? Back where you landed? On my books, I might add! You shoot him a light glare before continuing. But anyway, all you can really do at this point is wait and see where the relationship goes...and I think your girlfriend is right down there, so we should stop talking. But do think about it.
Thief. Wake up.
You are now Vriska, and you really wish you hadnt fallen asleep here because now youre all cramped up and everyone seems to have left. You toy with the idea of going back to sleep, then immediately you discard it. Thats a terrible idea.
You wonder how much times passed since you fell asleep. It doesnt seem like more than ten or twenty minutes have passed, so at least you didnt completely crash.
A moment later, youre up out of that annoyingly squishy armchair and letting out a yawn, stretching the drowsiness away. You consider going to find John, but hes probably still talking to Rose, so youll just hang here until he shows up.
A couple minutes later, you decide to start off on one of your frequent random expeditions to find nothing in particular. You havent been at it long - that is to say, youve managed to get a few steps out the door, when you notice John and Rose walking toward you down the hallway. You turn to face the two of them, starting to walk to meet them a few dozen feet down the hallway.
Hi.
All right so maybe it isnt the best way to start a conversation. At least youre making an attempt.
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John: Gather crew for the consumption of cinematic entertainment.
You listen intently to what Rose has to say, and for once it all makes sense. She used to always be so needlessly complex and confusing. You weren't certain if she was toning it down for you or perhaps you were just a bit more mature than you were in the past.
"I absolutely want to take the risk." You respond almost immediately. "Because I think you're right. I am the guy to balance her out. I can help manage her... extreme tendencies. Likewise, being with her makes me feel bolder... more confident. It feels fantastic! At first glance maybe we seem totally wrong for each other but I think it's exactly what we both need!"
You're practically hopping down the hallway now, but you can't help it. Rose had essentially confirmed everything you had been feeling. You weren't going to completely ignore the part where she said it could end horribly, but the risk was indeed worth it. You flash Rose a grateful smile. "Thanks, Rose. You know, for not... instantly screaming at me that it's a horrible idea. Karkat already performed that service. I guess I can't blame him, but I wish he'd at least give us a chance..."
Rose moves on to remind you that you may have ruined her conspicuous pile of books upon your arrival, and all you can do is shoot her a guilty smirk and laugh. Before you know it you're seeing a very welcome sight a bit further down the hallway. Vriska greets you both rather simply and you just know she's fighting a tough battle trying to be nice and friendly. The generic 'hi' was likely a big step for her. It was so cute, but it also troubled you somewhat. Vriska had made a point to inform you that you didn't need to change for her. She shouldn't have to change for you either. You'd tell her later that if she wants to greet people by giving them the finger then she is more than welcome to do so!
In the meantime, you rush over to your lovely alien girlfriend and embrace her as if you were a soldier coming back from war. "There you are, gorgeous! Was just coming to find you! Sorry if I took too long..."
You provide her with a light yet romantic kiss while Rose watches with a subdued fascination. No doubt she's contemplating how she can use this unlikely relationship to psychoanalyze you and potentially Vriska as well. She had already begun by claiming you were foils for each other, after all. You proceed to take a brief peek in the door of what you have figured is the living room area and notice the presence of quite a few of the others. This was perfect! You release your tightened hold upon Vriska and leave only one of your hands clasped over hers as you enter the room with Rose following not far behind.
"Hey guys!" You announce, managing to gain the attention of Karkat and Kanaya, but not Dave who still seemed very invested in whatever miracle he was producing. You think you can make out the sound of him quietly rapping to himself...
"Well whoop de fucking doo, we almost have our entire circus freakshow here. What do you want, John?" Karkat asks in his typically rustled manner.
"Chill, Karkat! I was hoping we could all do something together. I dunno, maybe watch a movie?" You respond, not letting the nubby horned Troll's attitude sour you at all.
"Who's deciding on the film? You? Pass."
"Geez, I don't even care what we watch! I just wanna hang out with you guys! Is that really too much to ask?" You utter with a sigh, noticing out of the corner of your eye as an elegant looking Troll lady approaches you.
"I think it is a perfectly splendid idea, John." She speaks with a tranquil tone. You immediately know who this is.
You offer your hand with a friendly smile. "Oh, hey, Kanaya! Great to finally meet you!"
She takes it, and returns with her own gentle smile. "The pleasure is mine. Rose has spoken highly of you."
"Wow, really? Well, I'm a pretty normal unexceptional human... Hopefully I can live up to whatever crazy expectations she's given you!" You respond with a bit of a blush. "Though I am a prank master. Perhaps that was what she referring to. Don't worry you'll be subjected to my genius in due time!"
You then turn your attention toward Dave and you try to make some wild, grand gestures that somehow hopefully invoke to him that you intend to watch a movie. You don't even know if he's looking at you. You ought to knock those stupid ironic sunglasses off of his stupid ironic face! Eventually he seems to get the idea.
"Yeah okay." He finally responds. "I'll message Terezi and tell her to bring The Mayor down."
"The Mayor?" You question as you try and decipher what this could mean in Davespeak.
"John, Don't tell me you've been here almost a day and you still haven't met The Mayor. Holy shit. Get with the times." Dave says in a tone that almost resembles something like surprise. You can only shake your head with obvious confusion.
"Well you're in luck. You're about to meet the best fucking guy on this entire flying shitrock. Better have a good offering or else he might just smite you into the goddamn ground with his Mayoral Spear. Hey, maybe you can offer your girlfriend. He might like that."
You wrap your arm around Vriska's waist and pull her close. "Yeah how about noooooooo! Just get them over here, okay?"
Further down the long room Karkat already appears to be in the process of setting up the projector for the movie. His pro-activeness was less likely out of kindness and more likely out of interest in being the one to choose the movie. Whatever. Like you said, you were fine with it. There are numerous comfortable looking sofas and chairs, and you claim one somewhat off to the side for yourself and Vriska.
"This is okay, right...?" You ask her as you sit against the corner of the large chair, keeping your right arm around her as you pull her with. "I mean, you said I shouldn't change for you, and I think that goes both ways. If you don't wanna be here then I totally understand..." Your gaze currently seems to speak your devotion to her. You don't want her to sacrifice her happiness for your own.
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Be Rose again
You are once again Rose, and you roll your eyes heavily at Johns response. Hours of organizing books, gone, you moan in an overly theatrical tone, laughing a little at your own poorly executed impromptu act. In all seriousness though, I would never scream at you that something is a horrible idea. As you conveniently pointed out, thats Karkats job. Im not going to try to interfere with your life-
You stop talking, as his attention is suddenly commandeered by the Troll waiting for the two of you a dozen or so feet away. You let your eyes follow the two of them, quietly processing everything in your mind. If everything goes as planned, you will no doubt have them figured out inside a month or two.
Trailing behind John and Vriska by a few feet, you head into the living room and wait until he introduces himself to Kanaya before crossing the few feet between you and her and intertwining your fingers with hers. The two of you drift off to claim a chair not close enough to the television to cause discomfort but not too far to impede the quality of the audio for you.
Okay, be Vriska again, Rose and Kanaya are busy
Youve only just greeted John and Rose when the former is suddenly coming toward you and pulling you into a tight hug and sneaking a quick kiss in the process, which youre totally fine with. You eagerly return the hug and the kiss, giving him a brief, small smile before returning to your normal facade of detachment. This might be harder than you thought, you realize. You cant hold back those tiny smiles or the faint blue that tinges your face whenever hes around, but you also hate letting everyone see your softer side...which is brought out whenever youre around him. You guess its just something youll have to learn to figure out on your own. Letting it out around Rose is at least a little easier than it normally would be since shes so...not involved with you. Well, shes probably analyzing your mind every time you so much as breathe, but at least she keeps to herself. And to Kanaya.
You follow John back into the room you just came from, curling your fingers around his tightly. Taking a quick sweeping look around the room, you can see Karkat, Kanaya, and Dave, who looks far too busy mumbling to himself to pay any attention to anyone else. Thats fairly normal.
Of course, Karkat immediately confronts the three of you, which is only to be expected. You are more than happy to return his hard glare. The fact that John isnt stopped or fazed at all by the sheer obnoxiousness of the other Troll is actually pretty impressive. Even you normally wouldnt be able to resist answering in a matching tone.
A movie though? That sounds okay, you guess. Its not like you have anything better to be doing on this godforsaken piece of space debris hurtling through space. You turn to see Kanaya walking up, presumably to introduce herself. You nod shortly in her direction and wait while the two get caught up.
Your attention is again caught by Johns wildly waving arms that seem to be signaling something to Dave. After a few moments you finally realize that hes trying to inform him of the upcoming movie. Dave seems to realize it too and offers to bring Terezi and the Mayor down. You have absolutely no opinion on the Mayor. All you know is that hes some kind of...thing. Youve never actually talked to him. Come to think of it, you dont even know if he can talk. You wonder if you should explain all this to John since he seems confused, but Dave summarizes it fairly well on his own. Minus the sacrifices. You would very much prefer to not be a sacrifice to a...thing. The mention of Terezi brings your mood down a little, but not enough to make a significant difference. Its been a long time since shes affected you strongly. You just prefer to keep your distance from one another. Just because.
You are distracted by Johns arm slipping around your waist, and you turn your attention back to him, dropping down to join him in the large chair. Its situated rather nicely off to the side where you wont be noticed as much as you would be had he chosen something more toward the center of the room. This way, to the side and a little behind the rest of the chairs and sofas, you won't be bothered.
Its perfectly fine, you assure him, giving his hand a squeeze. Even if the movie Karkat picks will inevitably be incredibly shitty, Im cool with being here. As long as you promise to never again let him pick the movie, you add with a grin. You plan to spend the movie either mentally bashing the film or making him your nice warm human pillow (or both), but you generally dont like Karkats taste. That is to say, the two of you dont see eye to eye on just about anything. But youre honestly fine with it as long as Johns next to you.
But Im going to give it a try. The whole getting along with people thing. I mean, it seems to work for you...
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John: Meet Terezi and The Mayor
Vriska's insistence that you promise her you won't let Karkat choose any more movies elicits a laugh. That wasn't too surprising, given what you know of his taste. He called Serendipity a pretty good movie. It was soooo dumb and boring! Though now that you reflect on it, the ending was pretty sweet... Oh no! What was happening to you? Sudden interest in romantic comedies was the sign of the end times! When you become an old, lame adult. Combined with your realization that Con Air is, in fact, a bad movie, you honestly have to wonder who you evenareanymore.
But you look at Vriska and that smile of hers eliminates any fears or concerns you have about yourself. She likes you. For you. You haven't had to put on a stupid act or wear a fancy suit or buy her expensive things. Or whatever else adult relationships consist of. You're not too sure about it, honestly. The feel of her hand clutching yours is all you really need right now. It seems like despite your reassurance that she didn't have to change anything about herself for you, she still seems interested in being at least a bit more social with the others.
"Well, I'm glad to hear it. I think given our rather uh, unique situation here with the game and all that, we gotta stick together. Hopefully everyone can just leave stuff in the past where it belongs... But if it doesn't work out and you still hate being around them then I won't push you to do it. Just know that no matter what, I'm here for you..." You remind her with a warm smile as you tilt your head to rest it against hers lightly.
"Man, that sounds so cheesy, heh... Sorry. But yeah, I promise I won't let Karkat choose any more movies. Hey, if this one sucks as much as you think it will, we can always just make out instead. It's basically a human tradition to completely ignore a film in favor of it! You'll be expanding your alien cultural horizons!" You add with a flirty smirk. Even if Karkat ended up choosing the greatest film in existence you'd still rather be kissing Vriska. There was essentially no contest between those options.
Suddenly you hear the door woosh open and a light tapping slowly grow louder as it moves into the room. Turning your head you're greeted with the sight of a rather frightening looking woman. Her body is thin and looks to be all sharp angles, and she grins with a set of dangerous-looking pointed teeth. You knew that was Terezi. The walking cane was a giveaway if nothing else. She appears to look in your direction behind red glasses, but you know she's not so much seeing you as smelling.
"JOHN EGBERT! I smell pheromones. Are you flushed at first sight for me already?" She announces before taking another sniff at the air. Her gleeful expression soon fades as the realization comes upon her. "That's a disturbing amount of blueberry on you. You lured Vriska out of hiding! You two are adorable together!"
You're not really sure what to say. Terezi was the first one to get you killed, albeit in an alternate doomed timeline. You're more afraid of her than Vriska. At least Vriska getting you killed was to help you ascend to God Tier. Not out of some bored amusement. You're also not sure if she's being serious about the adorable thing, but you'll give her the benefit of the doubt.
"Hey, Terezi! Didn't you once say you were gonna cut my throat and listen to me bleed while you smell me die, or something once upon a time?" You offer with a smirk. That was the conversation that finally convinced you to change your chumhandle. It's kind of funny you're now meeting her in person in a... friendly? manner.
"Hehehehehe, you remember that huh? No hard feelings, right? I mean I did say that when I thought you were responsible for fucking up our session! I'd like to be pals, John!" She responds with that grating tone while returning the eerie grin to her face. Another figure soon enters the room with the quick papping of small feet. All of the sudden a short carapace creature cloaked in a dusty brown shawl is running up to you and gesturing wildly with his hands. Clasped in one of his talons is a pink can, which he immediately thrusts in your face.
"Pals huh? I'll think abou- Woah, I remember this guy!" You chuckle as you reach out to take his offering. It was a can of... Tab? That was unusual. He seems very excited to see you but doesn't appear to have any vocal capabilities. "Uh, thanks dude!"
"That disgusting sludge is his favorite drink! He consumes so much that it is basically the foundation for our entire Cantropolis. He got all jittery when I said you were here! I guess you guys are friends already or something! What a small paradox space!" Terezi continues, tilting her head in curiosity at the entire scene.
"Yo Mayor. TZ." Dave calls out from his position on the large, middle sofa. The Mayor fuffs about for a few more moments before running over to Dave. Terezi looks over and waves but remains behind.
"Be careful with Vriska, John. Do you know what she did to the last guy she was red for?" She inquires as her shark-like mouth curls into an even wider grin. She appears to not care at all that Vriska is right next to you, and was possibly even provoking her intentionally.
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Vriska: More anger management
Leaving stuff in the past isnt one of our areas of expertise, you reply with a wry smile. And its not like Ive let anything go before, so expecting everyone else to let anything go isnt too realistic. I dont need or want their forgiveness though. You realize that youre starting to go off on a rant, so you cut yourself off before you go any further. This is supposed to be enjoyable. And Johns head leaning on yours is distracting you from whatever bitterness has just crossed your mind. It tends to have that effect on you for some reason.
You briefly weigh the advantages of spending two hours watching a movie chosen by Karkat Vantas against the advantages of spending two hours kissing John Egbert. Even if Karkat chooses a good movie, you would go for the latter option anyway. You just spent two years not knowing what was going to happen between you and him, mostly not knowing if he even remembered you, so youd be perfectly happy with such a use of two hours of your life.
The door opens suddenly, accompanied by two sets of approaching footsteps. You look up to see Terezi come in, a wide grin plastered across her face as usual. Youre used to seeing her around the meteor, so you dont really react, you just kind of sit there and watch her grin grow even bigger, if that was even possible.
Your expression sours a little when you realize that the disturbing amount of blueberry shes talking about means you. Its a tiny jab, but you still caught it. Plus, youre fairly sure that shes as opposed to the relationship as Karkat is, though whether her reasons are based on John or you isnt certain. But whatever.
You repress a slight snicker as John reminds her of a previous conversation he had with her. It does sound like something she would say.
The incoming presence of someone else turns your head to look back at the door just in time to see the Mayor scurry in, holding a can of what you know to be Tab. He makes a beeline for your shared chair, stopping in front of John gesturing wildly while you watch with a smirk. John doesnt seem to quite know what to do, but his acceptance of the Tab seems to excite the Mayor considerably. The Mayor, you have to say, is the one person on this meteor that you can actually tolerate without considerable effort. At least he doesnt talk. Like, ever. He just kind of waves wildly and expects people to understand what hes trying to say. Usually with moderate success, to his credit, youll admit.
You watch as the Mayor paps his way over to where Dave is seated right in front of the television, then you turn your attention back to the Troll standing in front of you. The fact that she hasnt gone to sit with Dave yet has to mean that she wants to talk to either you or John. Normally you wouldnt expect her to want to talk to you, but in this case you wouldnt rule out the possibility.
Your first impression turns out to be right as she turns to John and continues talking, her grin now impossibly wide. You stiffen considerably at her words, knowing that even though she was looking (smelling?) at John, they were partially, if not fully directed at you.
Your memory flashes back two years to Tavros Nitram, the rust-blooded Troll that had once been...kind of your matesprit? You dont even know what happened there. After Aradia almost killed you (does it even count if you died after she left?) and hed left you to bleed out on your Quest Bed, whatever red feelings you had for him disappeared completely. Then it flashes forward a little to Tavros charging you in an attempt to kill you for being responsible for Bec Noir. You turned his own lance around on him and stabbed him right through his sign. And then you felt sorry for it. You actually felt sorry for killing someone. And you went and talked to John about it. So you know he knows exactly what Terezi is talking about. And you know that shes right.
Your mind returns to the present, and Terezi is still grinning at both of you, and you know that she knows the effect of her words. You dont know why, but it irks you that she seems to know exactly what to say to hit your nerves.
Watch it, Pyrope, you growl through clenched teeth. Its already taking a considerable amount of effort not to stand up right now. If she keeps going you just might. Regardless of the fact that John is still sitting right next to you.
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John: Make the best out of an uncomfortable situation
You tense up at Terezi's question and your eyes shift over to Vriska. She's visibly irritated and you wonder if you're actually going to have to break up a fist fight soon... or worse. It's at that moment that you recall Terezi having been the one to "stop" Vriska from going to fight Jack. You didn't ask for details but you have a feeling it wasn't through hugs and friendly words of concern. Perhaps you should have handled the whole situation with a bit more care. Now Vriska was getting upset and it was basically your fault. Her apparent threat to Terezi hadn't been ignored as the red-eyed girl's grin was beginning to fade and the grip on her cane hardened.
"Yeah, I know. What can I say? I... guess I find passionate, dangerous women pretty sexy!" You respond in an upbeat tone while tightening your arm around Vriska. You hope that keeping the situation light would perhaps diffuse some of the mounting tension.
Terezi just sort of stands there for a moment before bursting out in laughter. You can't help but exhale in relief. "Oh John! You're so silly! Maybe you're just what she needs. Someone to help her... relieve all that stress." She says salaciously with a suggestive smile. Her inflections make it fairly obvious what she's getting at, and you flush despite your best attempts to keep cool. Her wicked grin returns completely, appearing quite satisfied with your reaction. "Well! Enjoy the movie!" She adds cheerfully as she saunters over to Dave's sofa and takes the seat beside him.
You laugh but there's a clear sense of discomfort to it. Perhaps it was because Terezi's comment made you think about how you had just relieved your own stress not twenty minutes ago. Now the thought of helping Vriska with a similar situation was already rebuilding some of it. You have to wonder if you'll even make it through the movie with her warmth beside you the entire time.
"Nice gal..." You finally break the silence as you watch Karkat lower the lights and move in front of the screen.
"Alright! Hope all of you assholes pay attention! This will be an educational experience, especially for the humans. This film is titledIn Which Seven Threshecutioners Embark On An Unusual Mission To Protect A Lowblood Hive Cluster. Initially Face Distrust But Soon Win Over Uncertain Tro-"
"Huuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Dave groans loudly, immediately getting a death glare from Karkat.
"FINE. Just watch. Also make room for me, Shitface." He snaps in return, wedging himself between Terezi and Dave.
"What the actual fuck? There are like ten other seats. I specifically wrote douchebag on one for you." Dave nearly growls. There was indeed an uncomfortable looking chair off to the other corner of the room with a messily scribbled 'douchebag' written on it in chalk.
"Oh? I thought you were just claiming your own spot! Imagine my confusion when you did not use it! Anyway this just happens to be my spot! Deal with it!" Karkat smirks, seemingly for the first time in a while.
The antics of Karkat and Dave make you chuckle, but you glance over to Vriska and return your attention to her once again. "Hey... Sorry about all that, by the way. Maybe we should have waited a bit longer before trying this social thing..." You whisper as you gaze into her eyes. You can sort of see the reflection of the movie in her glasses and as far as you're concerned you'd rather watch the entire thing that way. "Not that I'm complaining about our position right now, however..." You add with a grin before leaning in to kiss her softly, the effect of Terezi's words still lingering. As the kiss progresses and becomes more fervid you pull her even closer to you, and as before your heart is thumping against your chest like a jackhammer. Your tongue frolics with hers for a few exquisite moments before you begin to pull back, lightly biting at her lower lip as you do.
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Vriska: Calm down a little...
Your hard glare directed at Terezi continues, and you dont fail to notice that her grin has gotten significantly smaller and shes grasping her cane a good deal harder. At least she knows when shes bordering on pushing it too far. Your mind travels back again two years to when she tried to kill you before you could go after Noir. If she had succeeded then maybe she would have been satisfied. But she hadnt stayed to make sure her strike had done its job, so now here you are, a continuing thorn in her side. And as far as youre concerned, shes just let it go.
You dont break eye contact with her until John suddenly steps in, somehow managing to sound perfectly cheerful despite the fact that youre one wrong step away from doing something youll probably regret.
The tense mood is brought back to a comfortable one abruptly with Terezis unexpected laugh. You dont miss the transparent suggestive tone of her voice, and for once youre probably feeling as awkward as John is. Your eyes follow the blind girl to her spot next to Dave before you finally break your stare.
You give a slow nod at Johns awkward attempt to break the sudden silence, then turn to look at Karkat as he stands in front of the screen, probably to inform the room of his prowess in the area of choosing movies. You listen semi-patiently to the first several words of the title before Dave does what everyone is most likely dying to do and interrupting the title with a long, drawn out noise that clearly irritates Karkat, who promptly sits in between Dave and Terezi. Youve watched this passive-aggressive-but-mostly-aggressive feud go on for two years between those two over Terezi, and youre fairly sure that youre going to kill something if you have to watch it any longer.
You turn back to John at the sound of his voice, which brings you back to a somewhat pleasant mood. Then youre being pulled into a light kiss that soon deepens. You can feel his heart pounding, and you wonder if he can feel the rapidly increasing speed of your own heart as you let your lips part to allow your tongue to dance briefly with his. Youre vaguely aware that youre not alone in the room, but you dont really care at the moment. Normally you wouldnt do this if there was anyone around to see it, but the idea of spending two hours just like this is too appealing to refuse.
He starts to pull away after several long moments, his teeth softly grazing your lower lip, sending a slight shiver through you, hardly noticeable. A moment later, you realize that youre not done yet. You lean in to kiss him again, drawing him closer, if that was even possible. After several seconds you pull back again, lowering your head to rest on his shoulder.
This social thing wouldnt have gone any better if we had waited until later, you reply, reclaiming one of his hands in your own. The entire puny population of this piece of space junk would still think this is a bad idea. And its no secret that Im not exactly the best thing for you. If you could see me before I met you, the me that isnt standing here talking to you, youd see something completely different than what you see now. If you saw what I did to Tavros even before the game started... You pull back a little, looking away and your voice shrinks to a low murmur. "You'd understand why I don't deserve someone like you, and if you havent developed the urge to get as far away from me as possible by now, then youre completely insane." Your hand tightens around his at the thought of that actually happening. Its selfish of me to let this happen. But Im going to let it happen anyway.
You honestly have no freaking clue where all of that just came from. You can assure yourself that you will never spew emotional garbage like that again. Ever. Your self-allotted talk-about-feelings time is over. You suck at this. Maybe John wont notice the embarrassing blue tinting your face. You return your head to his shoulder, effectively shielding your face from view. That was so incredibly sappy that you think you'll never forgive yourself.
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John: Waken bold John again
You eagerly return Vriska's second kiss and occupy your mind with thoughts of just how perfect this moment is. The other people in the room weren't registering on your radar at all. The warmth of the young troll girl next to you was all that mattered. It was a bit hypocritical of you, wanting to spend time with your friends then suggesting an activity that would just let you focus your attention on your new lady, but you're sure they'd understand. Well, at least Dave and Rose probably would. Maybe not Karkat, but understanding was never his strong suit.
When she pulls away you begin to lean in for another kiss already but you pause as she moves her head to your shoulder. Your hand instantly grasps hers as she offers it and you silently absorb her words. She reminds you that the side of her you're seeing right now isn't normal, but you knew that. If it were, then Karkat wouldn't have flown off the handle about you two being together. You had been warned about Vriska multiple times and you didn't deny such warnings were genuine. Still, you always sensed good in her. She wasn't a villain who did bad things simply for the sake of doing bad things. When she pulls back and refuses to look you in the eyes you can't help but frown a bit. She truly believed she didn't deserve any happiness, and it was such a soul crushing thing to hear.
As her head returns to your shoulder you let the silence persist and allow the hand that was around her to move upward and comb through her cascading hair gently. You can tell that talking about her feelings is an uncomfortable position for her, and you're not entirely sure what to say in response. How were you supposed to convince her that this was okay when she seemed so sure that it shouldn't be happening?
"Shut up..." You whisper, continuing to stroke her fantastically soft hair as you add a weak laugh. "Just... shut up. Maybe I'm not the matesprit you deserve. Just the one you need."
You pull away and try to meet her gaze despite her efforts to avoid it. While you find the blush on her cheeks attractive, you don't want to see it because she's ashamed of expressing her feelings to you. "This game cost all of us our entire home planets, our lives and people we care about. I don't think it's too much to ask for us to just... have some fucking happiness... If wanting to be with you makes me insane then I say fuck sanity! It's dumb and overrated!"
You press your lips to hers in a moment of passion, giving her a quick yet hard kiss before pulling away just enough to break it while still breathing the same air. Your piercing blue eyes help emphasize the importance of your words. "Rose said whether or not this works is up to us and she's right. It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. Maybe we'll prove them right and it will explode in our faces, but Vriska, you are worth that risk. I. Want. You. Can't I just have what I want? Let's stop worrying about what happened in the past and the opinions of Karkat Vantas and just... enjoy this..."
You let your lips brush against hers ever so lightly in a teasing manner before drawing back again. "Oh and I wasn't lying... I do find your dangerous side pretty sexy..." You utter with some of that husky boldness from before as you finally initiate the kiss you so desperately need. The hand still swimming through her hair helps in pulling her into it while your lips part, luring out her tongue and sucking at it once it reveals itself. The hand that was holding hers has since released it and moved to her side in an effort to keep her close. You then bravely brush your thumb along the lower curve of her breast, trying to steady your trembling hand as you do so. Even with the fabric of her clothing separating the touch it still sent a shock of excitement through you. Certainly knowing the others were in the room would keep things from getting too crazy... right? Or did that just make it more thrilling? You weren't entirely sure...
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Vriska: Quit trying to argue already
Your eyes close in a moment of contentment as you feel a hand running through your hair, almost as if its brushing away the pent-up worry that has built up inside you over the last day. The gentle tug of his fingers through your hair is surprisingly soothing. When he pulls away, reluctantly you raise your eyes again to look at him after a few seconds, consciously making an effort to rid your face of the blue tint. But when the situation is put that way, you cant help but agree with him. Both Alternia and Earth were obliterated, and hes the only person on the entire meteor that you know could pull you out of the apathy youve sunken into. So why not just enjoy what you have?
Youre a little startled by the sudden, forceful kiss, but you return it without complaint. When you break apart again after a couple seconds, you rest your forehead against his lightly, staring into the blue of his eyes that youve grown rather quickly to love. You can feel the warmth of his breath on your face, and you swear your heart will either start racing or just stop altogether. Just the idea that this wont end up working out hurts, but you feel a little better knowing that hes willing to try anyway.
Your lips curve up in a slight smile as you feel him kiss you lightly, almost as if hes taunting you with the cool sensation of his lips on yours. Your smile grows a little at the sound of his voice. Somehow it sounds a little deeper, less like the normal John and more like the one from...before. Then he pulls you into another kiss, easily holding you there with the hand tangling in your hair. You feel his lips part, gently coaxing your own lips to part to allow your tongue to meet his, sending a jolt of electricity through you.
The pressure of a hand on your side and a finger brushing up against one of your breasts sends a pleasurable tingle through you where his touch had been. You can feel Johns hand shaking a little, but you dont pay attention to it. Somehow your arms make their way around him, pulling him closer as one of your hands finds its way into his hair, gently weaving through the dark strands.
You break away from the kiss for a brief moment to catch your breath, opening your eyes to look at John. You do realize there are like five or six other people in here, you murmur softly, brushing the hand thats not embedded in his hair lightly against his cheek. Your index finger lightly traces the outline of his jawbone almost thoughtfully as you brush your lips against his again for a brief moment before pulling back again to look at him. But I dont give a damn. Or at least, youre fairly sure that in your fairly secluded position nobody will notice you. Either theyll all be interested in the movie (fat chance of that happening in a million sweeps) or youre just too far out of the way to warrant bothering to pay attention to.
You shift on the wide chair so that instead of sitting facing the movie youre sitting sideways with your back to the arm of the chair. Its easier to talk to him this way rather than twisting your entire body just to look at him. You cant see him very well through the darkness, but you make out the faint outline of his hands and intertwine your fingers with his, giving his hands a slight squeeze. Your dangerous side isnt half bad either, you say with a grin, leaning in to kiss him again.
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John: Continue being 'Dangerous John'
Your position shifts as Vriska's does, but your body remains close to her. You didn't want her to be even more than a few inches from you right now. If anything, you wanted no separation between your bodies at all, but she appropriately reminds you of the other occupants in the room. It was true that at any moment, despite some added protection by the darkness, they could basically turn around and see both of you in a compromising position. You pause momentarily, wondering if you should dial it back a bit until you feel her reach out for you. The way she brushes her soft fingers along your cheek and jaw only furthers your urge to pounce upon her regardless of anyone else's presence, and you form a devilish grin when she informs you that she doesn't care either.
"I only see the one who matters anyway..." You whisper, nipping at her lips in a tempting manner as she brushes them against yours. You couldn't believe the effect this girl had on you. You were always kind of awkward and dorky, but just a taste of her lowered your inhibitions and made you drunk with desire for more.
She says she likes your 'dangerous side' and that just increases your excitement further. Who knewJohn Egberthad a dangerous side? Certainly not you, and you were him! Okay, maybe it wasn't actuallydangerousbut it certainly was more brazen. Rose had been right. You and Vriska complimented each other perfectly. She quelled your pathetically innocent dorky mannerisms and you tempered her anger and fury in order to bring out a softer and sweeter side of her that she was just as unaware of. Your hands tighten around hers while you return her kiss with fervor.
"Why do you have the subtitles on? I can't read your Troll gibberish." You suddenly hear Dave complain from his position amongst the group. You briefly tense from the sound of the voice until the words spoken finally register in your mind and inform they had nothing to do with you. You had basically forgotten a movie was playing and even now you're only vaguely aware of it. To be honest, you wouldn't mind watching a Troll movie. Perhaps Karkat's claim of being educational would be a truthful one, but the only learning you're interested in doing right now is learning how to cause Vriska to tremble with excitement. Kakat responds in an unsurprisingly angry manner, but you've already stopped paying attention to whatever bickering was taking place.
"Heh, well if you like it I'll be sure to draw it out more often, then..." You utter with a sort of growl into her ear as you lean forward. The truth is you really have no idea what you're doing. Your mind is just sort of running with amalgamations of movies you've seen combined with subconscious recollection of very detailed dating advice once given to you by Rose on a day she had been particularly bored. You're rather amazed that you remembered any of it since at the time you couldn't have been less interested, even finding it kind of 'gross.' Kissing a girl? Why would anyone want to do that? Oh stupid, naive Past John.
You suddenly nip at the tip of her pointed ear then continue with soft nibbles down the edge and to the lobe. Your ever shifting desire to taste every inch of her eventually brings you back to her neck where you eagerly kiss and graze at the delicate flesh. Meanwhile, your hands are getting impatient. Your left hand releases Vriska's and returns to where it was beneath her chest, tracing a finger along one of her ribs as you gather some courage for what you wished to do next. You take a deep breath before cupping her breast in your palm. The mound of flesh was even softer than you had anticipated, and the perfect size for your hand. Some deep concentration was necessary to keep the childish part of you from getting too astounded by your first time touching a breast. You were actually thankful her shirt was still on otherwise it might have hypnotized you completely. Your heart was racing at the rate of a marathon runner at this point.
You allow your hand to gently massage it for a few moments before halting rather abruptly. It was as if an alarm had gone off in your mind thanks to a brief millisecond of awareness and re-awakened your uncertainty. You pull back to gaze into her eyes. "Vriska... gosh, um... This is okay... right?" You figured her reactions so far had been quite positive, but you still would feel better to hear her approval. Being the aggressive one was thrilling, but you hadn't changed completely overnight. You still weren't entirely sure what she wanted, therefore you weren't quite ready to just take any part of her you desired. No matter how much you really really desired it...
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Vriska: Remind John that you still arent going to break
Long before you would even think of breaking off the kiss, Striders voice cuts through the darkness suddenly, complaining about the subtitles that apparently Karkat has put into place and startling both you and John out of your kiss to look in his direction. You may or may not shoot a dirty look at the back of his head. Its not an uncommon experience to have to listen to Dave and Karkats verbal faceoffs when one of them finds even the slightest fault with the other. Quite honestly, its a pain to listen to. If they wont either just fight or just shut up, then their arguments are pointless. And probably mostly over Terezi.
Your irritation is subdued rather quickly when you feel Johns warm breath in your ear, promising that hell let this side of him show itself more often from now on. Your side of the chair sinks a little as his weight shifts so that hes leaning almost directly over you. Youre close enough to him to be able to feel his body heat warming you up a little. It feels a little confining, but surprisingly, you like it a lot.
For a moment you consider pulling him in for another kiss, but then you feel teeth brush lightly against your ear, making their way down your ear with the occasional nip until he reaches the thin skin of your neck. Your heart rate has by now increased to a ridiculously fast speed, and you swear he could feel it pounding against your ribcage. The tip of a finger makes its way along one of your ribs, almost to the point of tickling you a little. Then suddenly a hand is resting lightly on top of your breast, and you can feel the warmth of the skin even through your shirt as the hand remains there, kneading the flesh just the tiniest bit before it suddenly stops cold.
Youre a little surprised for a moment, wondering if something had suddenly gone wrong. Have the others noticed what youre doing? The movie cant have ended already? Not that youd know...youd happily sit here kissing John for hours on end without noticing that more than a few minutes had gone by. You glance around, but everyone seems to still be focused on the movie, which isnt more than a half hour in at the most. Karkat, of course, is completely riveted, aside from the occasional glare directed at Dave. Terezi looks decidedly put out with both of them. You look back up at John to see him looking into your eyes with a hint of uncertainty. When he voices his thoughts, you cant help but grin a little. Youre no more experienced than he is in this area, but you still find his reluctance to move forward without your approval kind of adorable.
Youve never been on top, have you? You pose the rhetorical question with a bit of a mischievous grin, and youre not even sure if hell fully understand what you mean. But he probably will. Going off of his sudden hesitance, you can tell that hes clearly never tried anything remotely like this before. Of course...neither have you, but nobody needs to know that. You've picked up on some of the humans' vernacular while you've been here. To be fair, he did spend the last two years on a big ship with his sister and who the hell knows what prototyped sprites. You sense that he either has no idea what to do or hes just worried that he might be going too fast. Or both. Either way, youre enjoying the more aggressive side of him. You wouldnt want to change him for the world, but you cant deny that you find this side of him thrilling.
I seem to remember telling you something a while ago...what was it.... You pretend to think for a moment before your face lights up in a moment of fake inspiration. Im not going to break if you touch me, I promise, you remind him with a soft smile. Ive survived worse than the devastating, bone-crushing powers of your hand.
You decide youve waited long enough since last feeling Johns lips against yours, so you hook your arms around his neck and pull him down into a kiss, brushing the tips of your fingers across the soft skin at the back of his neck. Several seconds pass, and you let go of him, letting your fangs run lightly along his lower lip as you pull back a little to return your gaze to him.
Trust me, just go with your instincts, you murmur, letting one of your hands rest on top of his right hand. Im not now, and never will I be made of that ridiculous clear stuff you humans call glass.
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John: Trust Vriska
As you gaze down upon Vriska in anticipation of her response, a cryptic grin spreads across her face. She answers your question with another question, and it does a fantastic job of catching you off guard. Bwuh? What? On top? No! You've certainly never been on top or the bottom or off to the sides or anything like that!
"I... I uh..." Is all you manage to squeak out. You can only hope the shade of darkness is hiding at least some of your considerable blush. You're not certain she actually expected you to answer that question. She must know this is your first time doing any of this... Right? Was it not hers as well? If she was... experienced, then you just felt even more unprepared than before. Here you were ignorantly probing her body like she was some sort of alien (Okay, shewassome sort of alien but that was beside the point) while she's wishing she had a figurative clock to check as she bores of your awkward hesitance. Oh, God. You've been such anidiot.
Your sudden increase in apprehension begins to calm as soon as she continues in that delightfully wistful voice of hers. Not only does she basically tell you she's okay with this, but she reminds you that she's not as fragile as she might look on first glance. It seemed obvious once said. After all, she was a member of a race where violence and murder was common, accepted and even expected. She had lived alone with no company other than a gigantic arachnid for a custodian. Sensitive was probably the last adjective one would use to describe Vriska Serket. So why were you treating her like some sort of porcelain vase? Well, you knew why. You were just a nice, normal human named John. Being gentle with a woman was your default setting (right after paralyzing anxiety). She was aiming to override that. You wanted to let her...
Before you can muster out a more verbose response than your last pathetic attempt, you're pulled into a kiss. The familiar sensation of her lips against yours is more than welcome at this moment, and you return the kiss with all your might. The timidness that had scratched its way back to the surface was now being locked away again and you're more than happy to see it go. The back of your neck tingles with the soft caresses of her fingertips and you're now basically climbing on top of her. Thankfully the chair was large with a nice cushioned arm to cradle her in, allowing you to position yourself over her in a comfortable manner. Your body shudders in pleasure as the kiss separates and you feel those sharp fangs lightly drag across your bottom lip. You almost craved her sinking them into you, which sounded kind of crazy, but you couldn't deny that after the initial shock the first time you had cut yourself you had actually liked the sensation. Your tongue flicks against that particular spot to find it had already healed. Perhaps a benefit of being God Tier, you wonder. It would explain why, despite a Troll lifestyle, Vriska's skin was essentially flawless.
Your eyes drift back open from the kiss though they remain in a half-lidded position. You feel her hand on top of yours again as she asks you to trust her. To go with your instincts. Earlier your instincts had been to clam up and scurry away out of fear you'd mess something up, but the more reassurance she gives you with her words, eyes, and body have changed things considerably. Your instincts were now to consume every bit of flesh she offered you. You can't help but laugh softly when she tells you she's not made of 'human glass'. You take a moment to tap her glasses lightly.
"Huh... What do you call this? Transparent aluminum?" You ask with a smirk. Even in this position you can't help but make a stupid movie reference, but hey she had made a joke first so everything was fair game now. Besides, she probably hasn't seen Star Trek IV so you figured you were in the clear.
But she was right. She was not made of glass. 'Man the fuck up, Egbert' You mentally instruct yourself with advice Dave might offer as your eyes absorb the stunning woman beneath you. Your bodies were now pressed together and you felt that both of your racing hearts were in sync. You hear some more muffled voices from the center of the room but you don't even make an attempt to figure out what they're saying. Your heart was pounding so loudly in your head that you're not sure you could even if you wanted to. If they saw you both now, chances were you'd never hear the end of it. How much time had passed? If you were lucky, Karkat chose a particularly long film. Maybe he chose some Lord of the Rings style epic that would last four hours. Wishful thinking on your part. You just wanted as much time in this position as possible.
"Well, I did say I wouldn't be as gentle next time. I certainly have no intention of lying to you..." You respond with some coarseness to your voice. By now your eyes had adjusted to the darkness and thank god they did because even desaturated by the lack of light she's still magnificent. Your hunger grows every moment your lips aren't on her so you waste no more time as you thrust them back into a rather feral kiss. You let your tongue duel with hers as you let your left hand return to her breast now unhindered by your uncertainty.
You begin to feel even more daring than before, and your hand only remains on her breast for a moment before venturing downward. In a similar manner to your previous encounter, your fingers slowly begin to slip her shirt up. You don't allow it to curl up too far, as after all you are in a room with others. You leave just enough room for your hand to slide under, allowing your nails to drag across her side without the pesky cloth separating the touch. You gasp softly in between kisses at the sheer excitement of caressing the hot flesh.
You finally break your lips apart to kiss back down to her neck, but this time it wasn't gentle pecks but more fervent gnaws and licks. You couldn't get over how good she tasted and it just made you constantly crave more. Your hand was not satisfied either, just running along her side, and it moves back up to her breast. This time it grips the supple dune of flesh from beneath the shirt. You weren'tquitebrave enough to slip it under her bra just yet, but this was still quite exhilarating. A wandering thumb finds the nipple pushing up from beneath the fabric and circles it a few times teasingly before giving in and massaging it directly. You make sure not to leave the other breast unattended as you eventually glide your hand over to it and resume toying with her. As you do, you give her neck a good bite. Not anything that would break the skin, but enough to likely give her a good jolt.
Your hips are against hers and you can't help but begin to lightly grind against her, getting a good sense of the heat emitting from her lower region. By now the hardness in your jeans is likely very apparent.
"God, you're hot..." You growl softly, not really indicating in which manner you mean. Regardless, it was both. She was both beautiful and extremely warm, and it was thrilling to know the latter was thanks to you. The hand upon her breast now moves around to her back while still beneath the shirt, raking your nails against her skin as your other hand journeys downward. The tips of your fingers slide into her jeans ever so slightly, but as they touch upon the band of her panties your uncertainty returns for an infuriatingly quick moment. You compromise with yourself, letting your hand still move downward but on the outside of her jeans. Your hips separate from hers briefly so you can rest your hand between her hips and, after calming your excited nerves a bit, rub against her through the material of her jeans with your index and ring fingers.
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Vriska: Strongly approve
Johns suddenly hesitant, awkward answer to your question is just what you expected. No matter, he quickly realizes that he doesnt have to actually answer the question. And as you draw back from the kiss, now almost completely below him, you can feel a shiver run through him. You smile a little in satisfaction. Good, so the sharp tips of your fangs work on him.
You draw back a little more, blinking in surprise as the tip of his finger taps against one of the lenses in your glasses. I call that a lens, you reply with a grin, flicking at his hand playfully. The reference goes over your head, but you still get that hes probably trying to be funny. If only youve seen half the movies he has...then again, maybe you dont want to watch the movies he likes.
Off to the side, you can hear Karkat and Dave locked in an argument with the occasional input from Terezi, but their voices are largely muffled by your focused concentration on John. A quick glance at the movie tells you nothing about how much time has passed since last you looked, but it cant have been long enough for it to end yet. You brush away your momentary worry and return your attention to the guy hovering above you on your shared chair. You have to admit, you could definitely get used to looking up at him from this angle. Though how someone can look both so deliciously innocent and so powerful at the same time, you have absolutely no idea.
Suddenly you find your lips captured by another kiss, this one unexpectedly fierce, and you easily let them part to allow your tongue to wrestle with his. At the same time you feel the returning light pressure of a hand on your breast that soon disappears, only to be replaced by a warm hand at the hem of your shirt, pushing it up the slightest bit to allow him to sneak under the fabric. You can feel the pull of nails dragging on your skin, slowly creeping up your side, and you suck in a quick breath as his hand reaches your ribs, half tickling you and half just running across your skin. Its clearly having as much of an effect on him as it is on you, since his breathing is getting more frequent and a little more audible as his hand travels further up your side.
After a few moments, you feel him pull away from your lips, to instead make his way back to your neck, the slight grazes and light kisses from before turning into something more insistent, his teeth now nipping sharply instead of just brushing the skin, sending small tingles down your spine. A tiny gasp escapes you as his hand settles over your breast and his thumb plays with your hardened nipple for a few moments before moving to your other breast to pay equal attention to that one. Then, suddenly, he bites down harder on the delicate skin on your neck, sending a visible shiver through your body. It crosses your mind that you must seem even less experienced than he does; even though you talk like you know all the ins and outs of a physical relationship, its still only your first time, and here you are letting small touches like this send tremors through your entire body like some girl whos completely new to this...which you are. To be fair, John is doing far too well and you cant even think straight right now so you have no idea what the hell youre thinking or doing.
Somewhere in the back of your mind, you are aware that youre pressed together extremely closely - close enough so that you can feel his hips, pressing tightly against yours, start to move a little, just barely grinding on you, but its enough to send a shock of pleasure through you as you allow your hips to rock up gently to meet his, feeling clearly the rising stiffness in his jeans. Not that youre any less aroused...you swear if you get any warmer youll just spontaneously combust.
You smile softly at the quick, heated comment, feeling every motion of his left hand as it trails its way to your back, leaving a burning path behind it where his nails dragged along your skin. Then his other hand is making its way down to the top of your jeans, and you can feel him tugging a little at the waistband of your jeans, slipping under it for a few brief moments before seeming to reconsider and withdraw. Disappointment flashes for only a moment before you feel his hips lift from yours, to be replaced with his hand resting on you, in the perfect position to...
Oh god, even though the thick denim of your jeans heavily mutes the sensation of his fingers rubbing gently against you, you still cant help letting out a heavy gasp as you feel him start to rub against your lower area, sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body. Your back arches off the chair the slightest bit and your hands come around to comb through his hair, though not as lightly as they had before. Somewhere along the way youre grasping handfuls of the thick black strands, then your hands move down to grip fistfuls of his shirt, drawing him closer to you.
Through the mind-clouding sensation of Johns fingers rubbing against you, you feel a distinct satisfaction, almost a small triumph. For someone who has never been on top, hes doing surprisingly well. Or at least, youre happy with what hes doing. You still have to figure out how to temporarily turn off his gentle John setting to make it a little more...interesting, but you cant deny that his attentions at the moment are feeling beyond fantastic. If what hes doing feels this good with a pair of jeans separating you....
You shake away the sudden thoughts with a little guilt. Youre still in a dark room with John and four or five or six other people, and youve got a long way to go before anything more happens. And the movie is probably at least two-thirds done by now...if any of the humans, god forbid Terezi saw you like this theyd be laughing at you for eternity.
But Terezi and the others are watching a movie right now. You smile, half to yourself and half up at John, and pull him into another kiss, letting your hands slip back into his hair to hold him there as you gently pull at his lower lip with your fangs.
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John: Completely lose track of time
You're still John Egbert. At least, youthinkyou are. You're pretty certain very few people would recognize you at this moment with your hand pressed between the legs of a beautiful woman. The hard gasp Vriska let out at your touch was almost like a trophy for your progress. You wanted to hear it again. You wanted to make hergroanwith delirious bliss, but... sadly that couldn't be done here. Not while the others were still present. The movie volume was up enough to where it easily covered your whispers and gasps but someone would turn around the instant they heard a scream. Momentarily your eyes look toward the others just to make sure they were still properly occupied by the film. Dave, as far as you could tell, was bored out of his mind, but it looked like he was suffering through the movie for Terezi's sake. Who knew Dave was a softy like that? There were unexpected sides of everyone being revealed on this meteor, it seemed. Rose and Kanaya were off to the side, and the Troll girl was emitting a strange glow from her body to help illuminate a book they were both enamored by. You kinda wanted to know what the deal with the glow was, but it was in no way more interesting than the girl beneath you who was still breathing heavily from your touch.
You notice Vriska is smiling up at you, and that's all the approval you'll ever need. You had taken quite a risk by touching her so intimately, and in this position, but she looked quite satisfied. However, there was a glimmer of untapped desire in her eyes and you were sure it occupied yours as well. Both of you knew you wanted more. As her hands slip through your hair you let out a contented sigh. You couldn't get enough of that feeling, especially now that she's doing it even more vigorously than before. You have no issues with being joined by another kiss and you let it linger for a good, long while. The way her fangs tug a your lip is a mind-boggling sensation. It should be painful, but you like it. A lot. You rather want to feel them being dragged along other parts of your body. Except probablythatone... Well, maybe if it was done with extreme caution...
You allow your fingers to massage against her lower region while you partake in the kiss and you desperately wanted to feel her without any pesky layers of clothing hindering you. By now you're basically as hard as your jeans will allow you to get and you finally withdraw your hand in order to let your hips press against hers once again. The bulge in your pants begins to grind up against the heated spot between her legs and you can hardly believe that only a few measly layers of clothing are separating you from... Well, yeah. You have just decided at this very moment that clothes were the worst invention ever. It still felt incredible, though, and it was quite a relief to be able to press yourself up against something soft and warm like this. "What are we doing..." You halt the kiss to ask rhetorically with a light chuckle between breaths. The kiss continues while you wonder if 'what you were doing' was silly or extremely sexy or both. It felt good so you honestly didn't care.
One particularly hard clash of the hips causes you to moan softly into her mouth. Immediately you flush in slight embarrassment for making such a noise. Somewhere you had gotten it into your head that guys weren't supposed to do that, but you couldn't help it and you could only hope she enjoyed the sounds of your pleasure. You were incredibly thankful you had decided to deal with your arousal earlier because otherwise you likely would have erupted in your jeans with the first collision of your hips with Vriska's. There wasn't much doubt that you'd have to do it again after this if you somehow manage to make it through the rest of the movie without exploding in your shorts. You were now basically full on grinding with Vriska while your friends sat just ahead of you. Had someone told you a week ago this is where you would be at this moment, you would have laughed in their stupid faces. Now it is your own stupid face to be laughed at. Or something...
Yeah, Thinking was getting hard. Not only was your arousal clouding your thoughts, but someone as inexperienced as you could only go so far before realizing he's rather short on ideas. Well, you hadsomebut they involved things you were certain you didn't want to do in such a public place. Things you still weren't sure you were ready for, despite the precarious position you found yourself in now. You finally let your lips separate from Vriska's so you could pull back and observe her expression again while you smile down at her with charming blue eyes. God, she was gorgeous. Your hips continued, rubbing your bulge against her slowly, while the hand upon her back worked to massage her searing hot skin. It was unbelievable how good mashing your bodies together felt even with clothes on, and you wanted to make sure she was feeling the same pleasure.
After letting the deep stare into Vriska's eyes continue for a few more moments you draw her into another passionate kiss and lose yourself in it completely. A few nice, strong grinds from your hips soon follow and you have to break the kiss momentarily to gasp out in delight. You don't waste time re-establishing it, however, and you work in a few sharp but playful bites at her lower lip. At this point you wish you had fangs to share with her the same shocks of excitement she provided for you, but you'd have to make due with your nubby human teeth. Meanwhile the hand not upon her back returns to give attention to her superb breasts (though back above the shirt this time) as if it needed to be touching them in order to stay alive. Your breaths were coming at a much more rapid pace now and during a brief parting in your locking lips you whisper to her.
"Vriska... I..."
"Oh my god how long are these credits?" Dave groans, squirming in his seat as if he's been strapped down against his will.
You curse under your breath as you halt your movements. You wanted so badly to remain on top of her. To continue touching and caressing her as if you had never held a woman before. Okay, you hadn't, but even if you had your attraction to Vriska would not have been dampened in the slightest. You try to enjoy a few more moments of your bodies being pressed together before reluctantly rolling off. You do your best to catch your breath and shift your position so it didn't look like you had such a raging erection knowing that the lights could flicker on at any moment.
You do, however, reach out to hook your right arm around Vriska's left and entwine your fingers with hers. "Wow, movie's over already? We can't catch a break, can we?" You chuckle softly while still breathing heavily, turning your head to gaze into her eyes. "Maybe it's for the best, though... When I said humans made out during movies a lot, it uh, usually isn't quite like that... At least, I don't think it is...
Though maybe itshouldbe because... damn."
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Vriska: Be thoroughly irritated with the seemingly short movie
Okay, youre sure youre not supposed to feel this good. It just doesnt seem fair that you should get both a kiss and Johns fingers rubbing against you. Not that youre complaining, of course. You dont think youve ever felt anything quite so amazing as this before, and in between the quick, heated kisses youre practically hyperventilating. Youre close enough to him to have been breathing the same air for a while now. The sudden withdrawal of his hand from between your legs is enough to make your hands slow their rhythm as you sift through his hair...and then his hips come down and clash with yours again. The impact drives another sharp gasp from you, and your hands tighten where theyre grasping for handfuls of his hair. You can feel the hardness in his jeans rubbing against the heated warmth in your own jeans. I think, you breathe, biting lightly at his lip, were supposed to be watching a movie. You dont bother to continue, instead choosing to return to the kiss, grinning a little at the very idea of skipping this for a movie.
Suddenly you feel him push up against you significantly harder, and you feel the slight vibration of a moan against your lips. Your smile widens. Sure, you didnt expect to get a sound like that out of him, but since you somehow have that effect on him, you wont try to complain. Youve all but forgotten that your friends are still here, your attention taken up entirely by the heat of him grinding against you. Despite the layers of clothing that separate your bodies, you still cant repress the quick, heavy gasps that escape whenever your hips rock up to meet his, rubbing up against him with every movement.
You reluctantly release his lips when you feel him start to pull back, slowing the movement of your hands through his hair. Looking up at him, you find your gaze captured by a pair of bright blue eyes that you just cant help but be mesmerized by. Yeah, you find human eyes weird, but seriously, you can barely focus on anything with John staring at you like that. Its infuriating to be so subject to just a pair of eyes. Still, you find yourself staring right back at him, the rhythm of his hand massaging your back almost hypnotic. And the sensation of him rubbing against you is pure heaven.
A slight smile returns to your face as he pulls you in for another long kiss, and you let yourself just go with it, returning the kiss with ease as you pull him closer to you. His hips collide with yours several more times, driving a breathless groan from you thats muffled by his lips on yours. Oh god you did NOT just make that sound. At least nobody else could hear it besides John, you think to yourself. Its already embarrassing enough that anyone could hear it.... To your credit, the effect he has on you is so incredibly distracting that you figure you can make an excuse of it. The kiss breaks for a few short moments, and then its as if it had never stopped and you can feel teeth nipping at your lip, teeth that arent as sharp as yours but still have the effect of sending a delightful shock through you. You feel his free hand come up to toy with your breasts and the quickened puffing of his warm breath on your face between kisses.
Your eyes open again to look at him when you hear him start to talk, but he doesnt get further than a few words in before you suddenly hear Striders voice cut through his words, complaining about something about the credits. You hear him shift in his seat and Karkat growl something at him. Damn, you guess the movies over. You look over to see Dave squirming in his seat, Karkat and Terezi stretching, and Rose and Kanaya emerging from a book. Kanayas glow flickers off, leaving the room in near complete darkness.
What sucks the most is that Johns suddenly stopped moving against you. You look up at him again and offer him an apologetic grin, shifting into an upright position as he rolls off of you. You feel a bit strange without his weight settling on you, but you know there will be plenty of time for that later. For now, you pull your shirt down from where it had slid up a couple inches and let your fingers tangle with his in a more natural-looking position. It hasnt escaped your attention that hes breathing just about as hard as you are. You turn to look at him, and you cant help laughing a little at his reconsideration of the norm for making out during a movie. Either way, you know youre probably never going to be able to make it through a movie again if hes next to you. Come to think of it, your attention span is probably going to drop to next to nothing if you ever try to concentrate on anything besides him again. At least, when hes anywhere near.
I dont know what you humans normally do during movies, but I thought it was pretty great, you murmur, giving his hand a squeeze. The lights fade on and you blink a few times in the light before looking at him again. Your hands in his hair seem to have made it more messy than it originally was. Its a good thing your hair is normally messy, you say, reaching out with your free hand to smooth down his hair a little with a soft smile. You stretch with a contented sigh. I think that was a great movie, dont you?
With a grin at your own small joke, you catch Karkat looking at you. You return the look with a rather pointed glare before looking away from him and back to John. Or at least, it was a great use of the time we otherwise would have spent watching a crappy movie, you add in an undertone.
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John: Feel like a jerk
You beam proudly with a fair bit of a blush when Vriska voices her approval of your alternative 'movie-watching' experience, and you can't help but give a slight goofy chuckle when she tries to tame the hair she had made a considerable mess of. You notice Karkat eyeing you both and Vriska seems to waste no time making a comment that was no doubt intended to irritate him. Karkat may have been excessively angry but he wasn't dumb. The look on his face made it clear he knew neither of you had watched a second of that movie.
"I'll say. Hey, we should watch another right now!" You joke back with a grin, tightening your grip on Vriska's hand.
"Oh? You really enjoyed it did you?" Karkat responds in a dubious tone, arms crossed.
"It was spectacular. Amazing. Wondrous." You continue the charade, giving Vriska a very unsubtle wink.
"John, can you even nameoneof the Threshecutioners in the film?"
"Uhhh.... Egon?" You throw out a completely random guess. Egon sounded like it could be a Troll name, right?
"Fuck you, Egbert." Karkat growls. It's not in the usual enraged manner where he comes up with some fancy insult you'd never even considered before. It's more like genuine disappointment. The whole thing stops being funny at that point and a realization hits you like a hammer. Karkat picked a movie he probably thought you'd enjoy and you essentially spat in his face by not watching any part of it. Your cheerful expression fades as Karkat just walks out of the room without another word. Dave soon approaches, his gaze still turned in the direction Karkat had headed.
"You spent that whole film snogging, didn't you?" He asks coolly. You blush slightly and scratch the back of your head with the hand not grasping Vriska's.
"Well uh..."
"Hell fucking yes, son. Give it here." He adds, holding out his fist. You return the fist bump awkwardly. "John, your taste in women may be confusing as shit but you have your priorities straight. That movie was duller than an economics lesson from Rose. Also I think I'm pretty sure my 8 year old self created better special effects with a bag of shitty fireworks. It wasn't even good ironically."
Dave's approval doesn't exactly make you feel any better for hurting Karkat's feelings. Terezi then approaches with the Mayor in tow who appears to have slept through the entire thing. "Anyway, if you're not getting your freak on or anything maybe come by later and we'll hang out. The Mayor says some shit that'll blow your mind."
"Dave! The Mayor doesn't say anything!" Terezi interjects.
"Ohoh he says things. Not with words, but he says things. Real talk." Dave utters with a sage nod. He then gives a casual wave as he strolls off with The Mayor. Terezi follows, making sure to give both you and Vriska a licentious grin which only serves to unsettle you. Rose and Kanaya are still off in their corner chatting, so you turn back to Vriska finally.
"I'm such an asshole..." You sigh, resting your head on her shoulder. "As annoying as he can be, Karkat is still my friend. I should have probably tried to pay more attention to his movie. Regardless of how shitty it is.
That said... I can't complain about how Ididspend that time." The grin returns to your face as you raise your head back up to gaze into Vriska's eyes. "You're incredible, Vriska... I don't know what comes over me when I'm with you, but... I like it. I've never felt this good. Promise me we can do that again sometime, heh... I really want to make you feel as amazing as you do for me..."
You lean in to give her a slow, passionate kiss while raising your free hand to caress her cheek softly. After letting it linger for about a minute you pull back, biting at her lip lightly as you do. "It's impossibly hard not to just be kissing you at every moment..." You whisper, still only an inch away from her. Unfortunately, that lingering guilt in your mind is also hard to avoid.
"I should probably go talk to Karkat. I'm sure that's not an activity you wish to tag along on, so... maybe we can have another date later?" You add with a hopeful smile. "I might first need another shower to cool off though..."
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Vriska: Find something else to do besides making out with your matesprit
Glancing over at Karkat, you can see that he looks about ready to kill something. As he starts to walk over and John plays into the small joke, you grin a little, returning the slight squeeze on your hand. At least hes in a better mood than Karkat is. Of course, now that you think about it, just about anyone could be happier than Karkat looks right now.
You kind of stand there awkwardly next to John as Karkat demands some sort of proof that he had actually been paying attention to the movie. You remember watching the movie once some time ago, and a few names spring to mind at the question, but Egon is deeeeeeeefinitely not one of them. You resist the urge to perform a spectacular facepalm, but at least it seems to irritate Karkat that John hadnt watched the movie. As you watch him storm out of the room with a ground out parting remark, you wonder if you should feel bad. You shrug it off. Hes been mad at people before. Its just a movie...right?
Youre distracted from your temporary musing by Dave. At least he seems significantly more encouraging than Karkat was. Even if he...kind of voiced his disapproval of you? You cant tell if that was supposed to mean anything or not. You dont particularly care either. You watch as Terezi pulls the Mayor over and follows Dave out of the room. The grin she shoots at you, you swear, is dripping with suggestivity. Not that shes wrong...youre just still unsure how you feel about her.
That doesnt stop a hint of guilt returning as Johns head settles on your shoulder, sounding somewhat regretful. Maybe you should have thought about how he would feel if Karkat freaked out or something because neither of you had watched any of the movie. That doesnt change the fact that youre still irritated with the other Troll...but John looks kind of upset. You hate that look of...upsetness.
The look of upsetness doesnt last long though. You return the unexpected kiss eagerly though, a hint of blue returning to your face as you pull away. Yeah, the impossibly hard not to be kissing at every moment pretty much sums up both of you. But you know hell probably want to go after Karkat and try to calm him down. Its cool, you could wait as long as you need to.
No, I dont think I want to go talk to Karkat with you. You two can get chummy together without my valued input. Take as much time as you need, Ill be around, you reply with a grin. You pull him into a quick, tight hug before releasing him again. And for the record, you make me feel pretty amazing just by being here. Wouldnt miss doing that again for anything. You steal a quick kiss before turning to head out the door, flashing him a smile before disappearing around the corner.
You manage to make it all the way to your room before realizing that, as always, you have nothing to do in here. You lean on the wall thinking for a few minutes before a thought crosses your mind. Its probably a terrible idea to follow up on that thought, but now youre curious and you kind of want an answer.
You leave your room, locking the door as usual on the way out by tapping out a quick combination on the keypad by the door and pressing the lock button. As you start to leave the residential area, you realize that the room next to yours has been marked as Johns. A slight smile creeps onto your face; if it had been anyone but him you probably would have moved further down the hall. Of course, not that anyone is stupid enough towantto live next to you. Youre cool with his room being next to yours though. Youre more than cool with it.
Anyway, thats beside the point. You leave the hallway, heading for the tiny confusing chalky town of...Can City? Cantopia? Cantropolis? You can never remember what its called at any given moment. The thing has taken up an entire room at this point, and by the look of it, itll probably take up the entire freaking meteor by the time you get to the new session. As you pass the doorway, you see Terezi glance up from where shes doing something or other with the Mayor, probably having smelled your apparently blueberry-ish scent as you passed. You never come down here without a reason, so you know shell follow you to see what youre here for.
You keep walking for a while before rounding a corner into a new hallway and turning around to face her. All right Pyrope, what was that about? you demand, crossing your arms. I know you dont approve of this, so spit it out. Whats your actual opinion of me and John? At this point you arent sure if shell even answer you. Which would still answer your question, but youd still rather hear it out loud if she thinks youre going to spontaneously decide to kill him and everyone else in the middle of the night or something like that.
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John: Get some relationship "advice"
It takes a minute for you to shake yourself out of a lovestruck trance directed at the door Vriska had taken out of the room, and the light feeling in your chest from when she hugged you still remains. You'd be surprised if it was even possible for her to make you any happier, so it was nice to know that you provided her with a similar happiness. As much as you'd love to replay the scene of you two together over and over again in your mind, you had to find Karkat. You knew it was very likely he'd just angrily tell you to go away, but you had to make an attempt. So with that, you head out of the room in search of the cranky Troll.
For about fifteen minutes or so you search fruitlessly, even attempting to message him through Pesterchum. No response and no sign of him in the most common hangout spots. It isn't until you're taking a journey down a new hallway that a repetitive clanking sound lures you into a large room with various faceless statues. Upon closer inspection, they were more like training dummies, and off in the corner Karkat is slashing away at one with his orange crabclaw sickles. Seeing Karkat armed and irritated suddenly made this seem like a pretty terrible idea. You half want to just turn around and leave, but despite not turning toward you, he has already detected your presence.
"What the fuck do you want?" He growls, cutting one of the arms of the dummy clean off.
"Nothin'. What're you doing?" You respond in an attempt to act casual.
"Ballet. What the hell does it look like I'm doing, you nookgobbler?" He finally halts and turns in your direction. "We may still have about half a sweep until we reach the new session but that doesn't mean all of us are gonna laze around on our fat asses all day! We're all gonna be fighting the second we're there! Jack is right fucking behind us, after all. Surprised Serket isn't still locked onto your lips like a fucking parasite..."
"Karkat, about that. I'm sor-"
"Don't bother. I get it. My insight into the quadrants is goddamn immense and she's flushed for you worse than a winning Poker hand. Granted I'm less of an expert in your human romance but it's not exactly a fucking secret that you're infatuated with her.Why herstill escapes me but what-fucking-ever. I've already accepted that while you two are anywhere near each other there's no point in trying in getting a second of your attention." He explains in a slightly calmer tone before turning back to continue his attacks.
You're not really sure how to respond to that, and it seems like Karkat senses your uncertainty.
"Don't mistake this for jealousy!" He snaps, turning his head to shoot you a glare.
"So what is this, then?"
"It's not anything! It's me saying I understand, okay? Fuck! Do me a favor and save your human sentimentality for someone who needs it!" Karkat gives a harsh laugh as he continues his aimless attacks.
"So nothing is really bothering you?" You respond with clear skepticism in your voice.
"Your vast genius favors you today, Egbert! For that I am eternally thankful! You may go now and feel assured that I did not need your fucking pity."
"All right then." You shrug, turning to head back toward the door. The clanking of the sickles stops after a few moments and Karkat's voice continues.
"John. Don't fuck it up."
"Huh?" You turn back to Karkat who seems even more serious than before.
"If you love her. Don't. Fuck. It. Up."
You remain there silently for a moment before nodding. You knew now why he 'understood'. His frustrations with Dave were more than just not meshing with his style of humor. It had to do with Terezi. Karkat blamed himself for losing her, apparently. You wanted some elaboration, but now didn't seem like the time to press the issue. Karkat would talk about it when he felt like doing so. Knowing him, that could very likely be never, but you'd be there if he changed his mind.
For now you'd return to Vriska. You had to consider Karkat's words carefully. They were vague, but you had a feeling you know what he meant.
Terezi: Confront Vriska
You're now Terezi Pyrope and you have no idea why Vriska is suddenly hanging around Cantropolis. She hates the place, but she's hated any place with people for the past two years. You'd often go months without even seeing her, and now you've seen her twice in a day. John's arrival truly has brought her back to life, so to speak...
But John wasn't with her right now, so what did she want? So you follow out of sheer curiosity. You half wonder if she's luring you down a quiet hallway to get back at you for trying to kill her, but she's had plenty of chances to do that already. As soon as you turn the corner into the next hallway she demands to know about your opinion on her relationship with John. It rather catches you off-guard. It was strange that she cared about your opinion all of the sudden, but you think you understand...
"Oh Vriska... It's cute how despite pretending not to care about what anyone else thinks, you're still desperate for approval." You laugh, closing the distance between you and her a bit before pausing to lean on your cane.
"I'll admit I initially worried about the safety of John. Ironic, I know, given my past with him. Things have changed and I'd like to be his friend. Naturally, him being involved with you seems like a poor idea. Who knew what your plan was? You bring suffering and chaos to anyone you touch.
But I've come to realize the person who always ends up suffering the most is you. Maybe he's the only one who can save you from yourself."
You shrug, giving a bit of a mischievous grin. "Anyway, calm down, big bad spider. I was only teasing you back there. I could hear your heart racing while he was next to you so I thought I'd mess around. Don't deny you were intrigued by my suggestion."
You take a few more steps as your grin widens even further until you're basically right in her face, speaking in a sensual voice. "You might not admit it but you'd love to be fucked by him."
You return to your spot a few paces back and soften your smile. "But... if you truly care about him, then don't fuck it up."
John: Wait for Vriska
You're once again John Egbert and you decide that trying to search all over the meteor for people is kind of a pointless exercise. So instead you return to the door of your room, gazing up at it with a smirk. In order to claim it as your own you placed the defaced Armageddon poster you and Davesprite wrote on at the beginning of the trip. You figured it was a good enough symbol. You then glance to Vriska's door and your smile changes to something warmer. You couldn't wait for the rest of this year, spending it right next to her like this. Maybe you could even spend the night with her like you had before. Nothing serious. Just relaxing sleep with your girlfriend in your arms...
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Vriska: Try to make sense of what Terezis telling you
Terezis slightly surprised expression at your sudden question is expected - you assume she probably didnt expect you to ask her about this, of all things. To be fair, you didnt expect you to ask her about this. You just have to know exactly what she meant by her suggestive looks and comments.
You wonder if coming to find her was a mistake as you watch her approach you with a laugh. Its infuriating how well she knows which strings to tug to irritate you. And its infuriating that its infuriating.
And its also infuriating that shes right about just about everything shes saying. Your mind flashes back to the many times youve done something horrible, only to get something bad in return. You crippled Tavros and ended up getting haunted by just about every Troll you ever killed. You killed Aradia and you ended up bleeding to death. You killed Tavros and you got literally stabbed in the back and spent the next two years wandering the meteor on your own. Then John showed up and you actually ended up smiling for the first time in almost a sweep.
You start to open your mouth to protest, but she cuts you off, informing you that the things she was saying was just meant to screw with you. It still doesnt completely convince you, but youll take it for now. As she approaches you, looking even more infuriatingly amused or happy or whatever the hell shes trying to show you, you fix her with a glare. Her sudden, carefully said, very direct statement startles you into taking a small step back. You...what? You blink in surprise for a moment before what she said actually registers in your mind. It might not have been as surprising as it is now had she said it earlier during the movie...but now the idea both excites you and scares you. Shes right, youd never admit it. You dont even know if youve admitted it to yourself. Is she even right? Maybe she is...you dont know.
Your expression changes somewhat as hers does with that last comment. It doesnt sound like shes teasing you with that one...she almost sounds like shes being serious. You cant help wondering if shes suddenly acting like this because of Karkat. You havent really talked to anyone over the last two years...at all. But that doesnt mean you havent been at least partly paying attention to whats been going on. Thinking back, youre pretty sure something got screwed up with Karkat and Terezi, something that didnt need to be. You dont know what, and you dont particularly care. You just wonder if its got something to do with what shes telling you now.
You regard Terezi for a few moments quietly, trying to figure out what she was trying to say just there. After a couple seconds you decide it means whatever you want it to mean. In this case, youll take it to mean that shes warning you not to screw up with John. Like you need help screwing up with him. With your record, everyone probably thinks hell be dead or horribly mutilated by tomorrow.
Look Terezi, theres just about no way I wont fuck this up. Yeah, I care about him. And Im going to do whatever the hell I can to make this work. Im just really lost here. You kind of want to just keep talking aimlessly and just get rid of all that steam on why youre just about convinced youre going to screw up, but since this is Terezi Pyrope youre talking to, youd sooner go talk about feelings with literally anyone else. Not that you will. Youre just not going to talk about your feelings with anyone. Because its stupid.
See you around. You stalk past her and down the hallway, ignoring both Dave and the Mayor as you pass by the room on the way back. Youve already violated your hatred of this place by showing up here - the last thing you need is to be seen here longer than you have to be.
At first you return to the room the movie was played in, but Rose and Kanaya are still talking there, probably about whatever book they buried their noses in during the movie. Youve already had more than enough of everyone elses company...you think youll pass on the golden opportunity to go and talk to them. Johns probably done talking to Karkat by now, so you guess youll just go and find him. Or maybe youll just head back to your room...youre already tired, and youll probably know when he gets back since his room is right next to yours now.
You decide that youd rather go with the latter option, so you pick your way back through the hallways to the large hall with everyones rooms lining it. You can make out a figure standing all the way down where your door is.
At first you wonder who bothered to come anywhere near your room. Then you realize quickly that its John, and all confusion disappears. The short conversation you just had with Terezi prods at your mind insistently, and you brush it away with a slight grimace. The last thing you need is to let her teasing get to you. Or even that thing she said right before you left. You know it would be only too easy to screw up. But for now, youll enjoy what you have.
As you approach, you notice that hes too busy inspecting the two doors to see you coming. He seems to be looking at the magic 8 ball symbol on the door. Yeah, its not all that conspicuous, but theres never any doubt about who the 8 ball belongs go. You decide that since hes so absorbed in staring at the doors you might just feel like...
Sauntering up behind him, you silently move forward until youre directly behind him, staring at the back of his head. Then you slip your right hand into his left hand, coming around to stand next to him. You know, Ive been meaning to make mine look more interesting. Ill have to think about it, you remark, pulling him into a quick hug. Stepping back again, you offer him a smile. How did it go with Karkat?
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Terezi: Contemplate this curious new side of Vriska
Your smile fades almost completely as you listen to Vriska's response. You can hardly believe it but you actually feel... bad for her. Any concerns you have that her feelings for John might not be genuine are out the window at this point. She cared about him but clearly she didn't know how to handle a romantic relationship and was convinced she'd ruin it. Unfortunately you have no advice to give her. You're not exactly one to give advice. The advice you had already given essentially ran your advice-giving well dry. Nevertheless she turns and walks off. With a curious tilt of the head you decide to let her go without making any half-assed attempts at trying to make her feel better. She would only consider it insulting anyhow.
You return to Dave who is busy drawing on the wall with The Mayor. The smorgasbord of delicious colors hit your nose and lighten your mood almost immediately, and your mischievous grin returns.
"You're back in one piece. Not that I didn't expect you to be. If you two got into a fight I would have placed money on you, anyway. Thought you come back at least a bit bloody though." Dave says without turning to face you.
"Don't underestimate her, Dave! She's a God Tier, you know! The only reason I managed to stab her in the first place is because she was so sure I wouldn't do it. Now she's always on the defensive." You respond as you reach over to grab some chalk.
"Yeah, you only got one shot and you blew it. Terezi Pyrope: Biggest fuckup ever." He continues with a slight smirk.
"Says the guy who died about a dozen times!"
"If you wanna make an omelette you gotta break a few Daves and I am currently the tastiest omelette ever to exist." He shrugs.
"Dave! Don't try to distract me with comments about your delicious human breakfast foods! Besides, I'm relieved she didn't die. I didn'twantto kill her. I just thought I had to. I think she might be fine now... She won't be rushing off to fight Jack solo or anything stupidly suicidal anytime soon." You muse softly as you begin to add to the mural on the wall. Dave's motions halt for a moment as he turns to you.
"Why... Because of John?"
You nod.
"Well, John's a great guy." Dave continues and returns to his drawing. "If he likes her then he'll bend over backwards to make her happy. If all she needed was someone to care about her then she probably couldn't have picked a better guy. He'll serve her like she's a new permanent resident on butler island."
"Dave, why don't you serve me like one of these human butlers!?"
"Because I am profoundly lazy."
John: Reunite with your matesprit
You're no longer Terezi, which is a relief because it's kind of scary being her. You had lost track of time a bit as you gazed upon Vriska's door. Your thoughts had been occupied by her, and you loved the warm feeling you got every time you imagined all the times you had kissed. You already couldn't wait to see her again so you could continue said kissing. You wanted to give her all the kisses. All of them. You're so involved in such thoughts that you don't even notice someone approach you and grasp your hand. There's only a split second of surprise before you're smiling at the comforting warmth of Vriska's touch.
She comments on her door design and you smile, giving her hand a squeeze before joining her in a tight hug. When she asks about Karkat you chuckle softly and shrug.
"Oh he's... Karkat. He seems okay with us now. I think a lot of his frustration comes from Terezi and his relationship with her... or lack thereof. Maybe I should tell him how Jade was always bringing him up? Thinking about them together is pretty hilarious but hey, it's not any stranger than you and me!" You grin. Talking about Karkat reminds you about what he said and you dwell on it a bit more.
"Vriska... I've never been this happy. So I'm not gonna mess it up. I promise." You add, softly before pulling her into a nice, sweet kiss. You were going to uphold that promise, even if that meant taking things slow. You keep her close, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. "So, beautiful... how about that date?"
Prepare for date
"GOD, YOU USELESS FUR-FACED FUCK. TURN WHEN I ORDER YOU TO. TURN THIS INSTANT!"
"Dude, calm down! Your anger is just hurting your concentration!" You shake your head at Karkat who is desperately fumbling with his gamepad.
"Why is a plumber driving a go-kart anyway!? This game makes no sense! I want to punch him in his douchebag face!" Karkat growls while still making an effort to win the game.
"I don't know. Blame Japan."
"I don't know what the fuck that is! Instead I will blame you for making me play this awful piss-poor excuse for a game!"
"Aw, don't be a grumpy gus! Admit you're having fun!" You prod him with your shoulder and he looks about ready to kill you until something flashes on the screen.
"AH HA! I got the star! Prepare to have your shit wrecked, Egbert!" He grins wickedly. It was amusing how quickly Karkat's mood changed sometimes.
Over the past few weeks, things had been going quite well. Nobody had really given you any guff about being with Vriska, and even seemed to support it now. Between you both, there had seemed to be a wordless agreement not to take things too far when you were alone together. Course it meant That said, you were aching to be closer to her with every passing day. You figured you'd know when the time was right. Speaking of Vriska, you glance at your watch and quickly toss down your controller.
"Whoop! Gonna be late for my date!"
"Hah! That's right! I knew you'd turn and run when faced with your inevitable defeat!" Karkat cackles.
"Yes, you did it buddy. You won at video games! Don't worry. I'll take the title back later." You reply before dashing out of the room and down into your own.
You look yourself over in the mirror for a moment and are pleased with the results. Your outfit was pretty casual with a striped, button-up shirt alternating between your blue and Vriska's, with some frayed jeans and sandals. Both you and Vriska had concluded that neither of you were all that fond of 'fancy' dress-up dates. Besides, it wasn't like there were expensive restaraunts to eat at around here. In fact, there wasn't a lot to do in general, so the dates usually ended up being just some cuddling in front of a movie that neither of you paid much attention to or talking about nothing in particular. It was nice, just spending time with her like that. Your plan tonight was slightly more elaborate, though.
After making sure your hair was properly messy you grab the basket of food you had prepared and stroll over to Vriska's door still conveniently next to yours. You give it a light knock and begin to whistle happily as you wait for her to appear...
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Vriska: Stop smiling already...no? Okay then go ahead and freakin smile
The news that Karkats finally withdrawn his complaints about you comes as surprising news, but welcome news nonetheless. Though Johns interpretation of him is eerily close to the impression you got from Terezi. You take a moment to remember who Jade is. The one with the round glasses and the bright green text, right? You think you remember her. Just the idea of her and Karkat together is funny. But you could see it. The idea is actually kind of cute. It kind of does suck that shes stuck for another year without anyone whos actually alive for company. You know what that feels like.
You find yourself smiling again as youre pulled into another kiss. Youre doing it. Youre doing the smiley thing. Youve got to stop doing the smiley thing. It feels weird. And everyone knows you never do the smiley thing. But with John its okay. Youve already smiled enough around him to accept the fact that you wont stop smiling anytime soon.
But youre still doing it when he pulls away again. You might as well accept your fate of eternal smileyness. At least when hes around. I think that date sounds like a wonderful idea.
Continue on the established pattern of dating
You are still Vriska Serket, though you arent sure what that even means any more. In the last few weeks since John arrived on the meteor youve gone from the apathetic, lonely Troll wandering the meteor once every few days and keeping to one room for the rest of the time to something completely different. For the record, youve failed miserably at not doing the smiley thing. Its a regular thing now, and you have no problem with it whatsoever. As long as you dont do it in front of the others. Everyone else seems to have stopped arguing with John about you, and even Karkat hasnt complained since that last time a few weeks ago.
Oh, and youre flushed for the last person in any universe you expected to end up with. And somehow youve managed to not screw up over the last few weeks. You and John have decided to slow it down a little though. While youre eager to move forward, you want to make sure youre going at a pace that hes comfortable with too. And youve done a good job of it - nothing has gone past sharing a chair or curling up together on the floor in front of a movie with a good few kisses. Nothing more than that. And youre happy as long as you get to spend time with him.
And even the time you havent spent with him has been marginally better. Karkat isnt shooting you murderous glares any more, Terezis stopped with the suggestive looks and comments, and, well...anyone else on the meteor is just as indifferent as they always have been. When youre not with John youre either in your room or wandering the meteor like you used to, but it doesnt feel like just something to survive through any more.
You pull your thoughts out of reminiscence and return to the present. Youre supposed to have another date with John soon, and it wouldnt do for you to not be ready. You stare into the small space that isnt quite a closet where your clothes are hanging. You have an overwhelming array of choices. Hero of Light cantaloupe or normal black with your sign on it. Clearly its going to be an extremely difficult choice.
Nah, there's pretty much absolutely no doubt in your decision. You'd rather wear dark colors than the vibrant bright orange and yellow of the Hero of Light outfit. You certainly dont miss your God Tier clothes, or the memories that come with them. Anyway, youre more comfortable in your normal T-shirt and jeans. Maybe the shirt and jeans would make more sense....
Yeah, youre good with those. You quickly change into a new set of clothes, remembering to slip on a bathing suit under your clothes. John had mentioned something about a bathing suit earlier...you then make a halfhearted attempt to comb out the wild mess that is your hair. The brush glides through your hair without a problem, but as always, the black strands just wont move from their stubbornly locked mess. Bluh...whatever. You never have been able to control that.
Before you realize it, you hear a knock on your door, probably John. The carefree whistled tune that floats through the door as you approach it leaves no doubt in your mind; there is only one person on this piece of space junk that whistles who would come knocking on your door. ...Well, theres only one person on this piece of space junk who would come knocking on your door, whistling or not.
You reach out and quickly tap a button on the keypad, unlocking your door and sliding it open with a faint hiss to reveal John looking infuriatingly handsome with his messy hair and his outfit that is thankfully as casual as yours is, if not more. You dont fail to notice that his shirt combines his bright blue with your cerulean blue. And hes carrying a somewhat large basket. Well this is new...hes never showed up with a basket before.
Hiiiiiiii, John! You close the distance between the two of you and wrap him in a brief hug before pulling back again. You let your hand slip down and tangle your fingers with his, stepping out of your room and tapping in the quick combination to lock it again. Whats with the basket?
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John: Reveal your grand date conjuration
Your smile morphs into a goofy grin as Vriska emerges from her room and embraces you with an elongated greeting. Her mood has been more upbeat over the past couple weeks and it warms your heart to see her so happy. You can only hope she realizes she makes you just as happy. She'd have to, considering you sort of tell her how happy you are pretty much daily. You return the hug as well as you can while still holding the basket before clutching her hand with your free one. She's in her familiar shirt and jeans but you're totally fine with that. She always looks fantastically beautiful, and you can't help but love her wild, flowing hair. You glance down at the basket as she inquires about it and shoot her a very mischievous smirk.
"Oh just Karkat's organs. I finally lost it and killed him but didn't have time to stop by the trash cute on my way over. Hope you don't mind!" You utter in a somewhat unsettling tone with half-lidded eyes. Okay, that joke was kind of morbid and it's hard for you to keep the act going very long. You finally laugh and nudge her shoulder with yours. "It's just some food. You know.Sandwiches. That sort of junk. Come on, I prepared something else!"
You begin to walk and guide her along with your hand clasping over hers tightly. You twist through the elaborate hallways almost like you actually know where you're going until you come across a door that seems pretty standard and ordinary, just like all the rest. You flash Vriska a grin as you open the door which only greets the both of you with darkness at first. As you stroll in, you flip on the light, revealing a very large room that has undergone some unique modifications to make it look unlike the all the other dull, metal rooms of the meteor. One half of the floor was coated in warm sand, while the other contained a flowing body of water that somehow moved along the 'land' like gentle waves. The light illuminating the room had been tinted to resemble sunlight and the walls were painted a nice ocean blue. There was still one last thing, however. With a snap of your fingers, a gentle breeze begins to flow along the room. Ah, the benefits of controlling the wind.
"Ta-da! Welcome to the beach! Or... well, as good as I could make it. Getting all this sand in here took a while! I'm not sure what this room was for originally, but there was a big deep empty pool-like thing on the end there. When filled with water you could mess with some controls and make the water kinda 'flow'. Maybe it was for mixing chemicals or something? There was nothing weird in there though, I swear! Whatever powers it made the floor kinda warm too, making it pretty nice for the sand. Then uh... well, all the specifics are kinda boring now that I am actually saying all this. But yeah! I figured I'd make this cause you said you kinda liked exploring your game world during your session. Land of Maps and Treasure?
Anyway, I thought we could have some lunch and maybe just go for a swim and chill out!"
You bring her out into the center of the room just before the water and take out a blanket from inside the basket and lay it down upon the soft sand. Soon after you remove your glasses to slip on a pair of sunglasses and turn to Vriska with a very straight-faced expression before pulling her into your arms. Though you're unable to keep yourself from grinning for very long. "How do I look? Am I a coolguy Strider yet?"
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Vriska: Stare at the beach like an idiot
You cant help rolling your eyes at Johns initial excuse for having that basket. While the concept of him carrying around a basket full of Karkats insides sounds incredibly disgusting and not disturbing at all (which probably isnt a good sign), his ridiculous expression pulls a grin onto your face. Youve actually gotten somewhat used to human food over the last few weeks, mostly human sandwiches, since the other Trolls keep eating all of the hoofbeast meat before you can get at it.
You let him pull you along several long hallways, some of which you havent ventured into in a long time. After a while you start to wonder if hes lost, but then he stops in front of a door that looks identical to all of the other doors here. Opening the door reveals just a dark void, unassuming as all of the other empty rooms are.
John, what- You start to form a question as you follow him into the dark space, wondering why he picked a room that was so deeply embedded in the maze of rooms. Then the light turns on, and you blink in the sudden...sunlight?
It takes you half a second to realize that youre actually still on the meteor. This room doesnt look anything like any of the others on the inside...its bigger...and bluer...and sandier...and significantly wetter. You look down and see that youre standing in sand, and further down is the beginning of what looks like an ocean-like pool that looks like it's actually moving. Now Johns strangely casual clothes and shoes make perfect sense.
You stare around at the room as John starts to explain how he got it to look like this. You have to wonder how long it took to figure all of this out and get it to work. It cant have been easy at all.... A light breeze starts to blow its way around the room at a snap of his fingers, ruffling your hair a little. It feels nice, actually, and it blows tiny grains of sand across the surface of the makeshift beach.
You kick off your sneakers and socks as he starts to pull you toward the center of the room, leaving them back by the door. Wearing sneakers to the beach would just end in you spending hours cleaning sand out of them later. Now barefoot, you follow John to a spot only a few feet away from the water, feeling the warmth of the sand on your feet as you go. Its a pretty nice feeling, actually.
"Yeah...I always did like exploring LOMAT...there was always something interesting to find there..." You briefly return to your small planet, but your attention is too fixated on John to stay on LOMAT for long. After helping him set out the blanket, you find yourself pulled into a hug looking into a pair of dark lenses instead of Johns bright blue eyes. You raise an eyebrow skeptically for a moment before responding.
Nah, I dont think so. Youre so much cooler than Strider could ever hope to be. You lean forward and give him a quick kiss, pulling back to look at him with a grin. And this has got to be the greatest thing Ive ever seen. You sit down on the edge of the blanket, crossing your legs. Taking a handful of the warm sand, you let it run through your fingers back onto the floor. Seriously, its amazing...and the sandwiches you brought had better be just as amazing!"
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John: Feel triumphant for a successful date idea
"Yesss... Finally I have achieved my life goal. Being cooler than Dave. Suck it, Strider." You say with a grin before happily returning the kiss Vriska offered you. A warm feeling fills your chest as you follow her down to the blanket and listen to her admiration of your makeshift beach.
"I might not be Jade and have the ability to carry entire planets around with me, but I did have this room and an alchemiter. It took some work, but I was happy to do it for you. So, I'm really glad you like it... An amazing girl deserves an amazing date." You continue with a pleasant, genuine smile. Hearing her approval made every second of the setup time worth it and then some. You would have transformed the entire meteor if you thought it would make her happy.
"And duh, of course the sandwiches are amazing! I have got youcovered. We got meatball with parmesean. Traditional ham and cheese. My personal favorite: BLT with a hint of spicy mustard (or grubsauce if that's your thing), and finally peanut butter and jelly because I mean you can't go wrong with the classics right? Also stocked up on the soda and chips. Rose tried to get me to bring wine and I saidno, thank you, sisterI am not old enough yet! She said that didn't matter anymore. I said the last thing I need is for Vriska to think I am trying some shenanigans to get her drunk! Do Trolls even get drunk? Well, regardless, I passed on her suggestion. Rose! Drinking! I never would have thought. Dave told me about how she was before her date with Kanaya once. Man, I wish I had gotten to see that.
Wow I am talkingwaytoo much! Sorry! Heh, I guess I'm just excited that you liked my idea... I'm always trying to think of special things to do for you. It's tough on this meteor, though. Even so... just spending time with you, even if it's just to lay in bed and stare into your strange, beautiful eyes, has made me happier than ever. These past few weeks have been the best of my life..."
You remove the sunglasses and return to your normal ones. You didn't want anything to diminish your ability to view her right now. She was way too gorgeous for that. You then scoot closer, wrapping an arm around her waist, and pull her into another kiss. You let this one linger slowly while your other hand reaches out for one of hers. It begins soft, but you progressively deepen it, tantalizing her with your tongue. As delicious as the sandwiches sounded right now, they didn't hold a candle to her taste. You draw back eventually, letting a satisfied smile curl across your lips.
"Also being able to kiss you pretty much whenever I want has been quite the contributing factor to that happiness..." You profess softly.
Eventually you reach for the basket and begin to pull out some of the food and drinks. "Oh um... so I hope you brought a bathing suit like I suggested. I swear this whole thing wasn't just a ploy to get you in one! Although maybe you weren't even thinking that until I just said it... That was pretty stupid of me! Uh, but we don't have to go into the water if you don't want to. I guess I should have also asked if you knew how to swim. Even if you don't I uh... I could teach you!"
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Vriska: Attempt to cover up yet another blush
You try and fail to push down the slight tint of blue that rises to your face at Johns compliment, returning the incredibly contagious smile he shoots you. Youd be surprised if you ever got tired of seeing it. As long as hes happy, youre also happy.
Listening patiently to the long list of sandwich types he churns out, you take a peek into the basket, inspecting its contents for each of the sandwiches he mentions. You have no trouble recognizing any of them except the peanut butter and jelly. You still havent tried peanut butter and jelly. For some reason the stuff sounds disgusting. But then you also thought the same about Hawaiian pizza. Once the sandwich list ends you expect him to slow down a little, but he seems to pick up even more speed, starting off on a tangent about Rose and how shes been drinking. You kind of just stare at him curiously while he expands on his opinion on Rose and her drinking habits. Yeah, he is talking a lot. But you like it. Its just another one of those things you cant help loving about him.
Your smile grows a little larger as he comes closer to you, an arm settling around your waist. You half-turn to meet him halfway, only to find yourself tangled in a kiss. After several seconds you let your lips part, smiling lightly as you let your tongue play with his, all food forgotten for the moment. For some reason, kissing him never seems to get old no matter how much time you spend doing it.
As you pull away again, you let one of those soft smiles creep onto your face, a little more blue coming up to your face. Yeah, I think being able to kiss you this often really does have its advantages, doesnt it, you reply, sneaking in one more quick kiss before sitting back to let him get at the food.
Once everything seems to be out of the basket and on the blanket, you reach out and snag one of the ham and cheese sandwiches and a bottle of the human bubbly drink called Sprite. Its actually not bad, as long as you dont drink it too fast.
You grin a little at his small attempts to explain the reason he asked you to bring a bathing suit. Relax John, Im wearing a bathing suit under this. You reach out and give his hand a quick squeeze. You start to answer his indirect question about whether or not you can swim, but then you stop abruptly as you realize that you never actually did learn how to swim. Youve been to a beach before, but you never cared enough to get into the water and try to learn. I...of course I can swim! You wait a moment to gauge your own believability. Youre pretty sure that sounded like the most pathetic excuse for a lie ever. All right...so I never learned to swim...but Ill still get in the water if you promise to teach me sometime. I kind of never needed to swim on Alternia...and then in the game I never had to learn either, so I guess I just never learned, you mutter, now a little irritated with yourself for never having thought of learning to swim. You eye your sandwich for a moment, then pick it up and take a bite of it. But what better place to learn than a beautiful beach on a huge meteor hurtling through space?
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John: Test the waters
She had told you to relax, but after confirming she was indeed wearing her bathing suit, relaxing was probably the last thing you'd be able to do. You were incredibly curious, but there would be time to see it later. Vriska initially claims to know how to swim, but her tone makes you skeptical, resulting in a raised eyebrow and smirk from you. It was a lie almost as bad as the time you tried to tell her you were 'totally ice cool'. She finally admits with some hint of shame that she never actually learned, but thankfully she seems willing to let you teach her. You grin happily.
"Yeah, I promise I can teach you! Well, I can try at least. Never taught anyone how to swim before, heh. It's real easy, though!" You assure her, nudging her with your shoulder as you bite into a sandwich. "Really though, it's fine. Plenty of people don't bother to learn especially when they don't live near water or live in cold climates."
You think for a few moments while taking a sip from a soda. "My dad taught me. He was always really good at that sort of thing. Not overly strict but not overly forgiving either. I've heard of parents that teach their kids by just tossing them in and saying 'hey go at it!' and that just strikes me as insane. Then you have the ones that are overprotective and won't even let their kids near water. So, he was able to manage a balance between those things. I guess your childhood was different and explains why you might not learn a skill like swimming. I imagine if it didn't seem important then you figured why waste time on it? Can't really blame you. In fact, I'm honored to be the one to teach you! So it worked out in the end!"
You beam with a delighted expression, continuing to make some progress on the sandwich. It was impossible to stop smiling right now. Everything was working out perfectly, and it all served to remind you just how lucky you were to have Vriska as a girlfriend. You follow with some idle conversation as you both eat lunch, but even with periods of silence it didn't feel awkward at all. There was just something relaxing about sitting on that makeshift beach with her and not really talking about anything in particular. After a sufficient amount of food had been consumed you stand up from the blanket and stretch.
"Well, I think I'm gonna see how the water is!" You announce with a grin as you unbutton your shirt and then toss it aside. You have to admit you're slightly nervous since Vriska had never seen you without a shirt on. While she had been able to see your entire life via the Trollian client when she was first talking to you, she had assured you that she never really watched you apart from when you were in the game session. You're thankful for that, because you had always been a skinny kid, but two years ago you were even more twig-like. You had used a lot of the downtime on the ship to start exercising a bit more since there wasn't a whole lot else to do. Granted, you were not even remotelycloseto being a bronzed, muscled Adonis, but you did have more tone than before. The jeans and sandals are next to be discarded leaving you in just a pair of light blue trunks.
"Here goes nothin'!" You yell out as you dash toward the water with little concern to how cold it might be. It's not long before you're in up to your neck. You then turn toward Vriska and wave, making sure not to get your glasses too wet. You wanted to be able to see her perfectly, after all. "Yaaaahhh kinda cold at first but best solution is to just say screw it and go in completely. Actually, it's pretty nice! C'mon, Vriska! You can just walk right in!"
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Vriska: Go swimming?
You take a moment to remember your hive on Alternia. Did you ever have any water nearby? You might have...even if you did, you wouldnt have had time to learn to swim anyway. So you guess Johns list of excuses for not ever learning how to swim could apply to you also...maybe. It still sucks to have to admit you dont know how to do something, even if its something as trivial as swimming. Youre working on that. You swear by the end of the day youll at least know how to stay on top of the water.
but youll learn to swim later. For now, youre happy to sit on a blanket on a beach inside a huge meteor and have lunch with your matesprit. You never really used to be one for small talk, but everything feels so much more natural with him, so you cant help chatting with him just a little. The rest of the time youre silent, but neither of you seem to mind the silence, so you sit there in silence for a while, just eating. Once you finish your sandwich and half of another, you finish your can of Sprite and watch John finish what hes eating.
You look up in surprise as he suddenly stands up and announces that hes going to try the water. Looking up at him from where youre sitting, you watch him toss his shirt aside onto the blanket. Do not stare, do not stare, damn it youre staring you said dont stare.... You fail miserably at your hurried mental commands to yourself, unable to resist staring at least a little bit. You have to admit, hes not as skinny as you might have expected him to be. Even though hes not exactly perfectly toned and muscley, you still cant help looking. You watch him run at the water, and if its cold, it doesnt seem to bother him at all. Soon hes completely in and hes just a head sticking out of the water facing in your direction. A hand emerges from the water as well, waving at you. Does this mean youre supposed to get in? Rrgh...you cant say no to that voice....
All right, all right, Im coming, you call back with a quick wave. You disentangle yourself from the blanket and pull your shirt over your head. Kicking them to the side next to Johns clothes along with your jeans, youre left standing in a modest one-piece swimsuit - cerulean blue, of course. You wouldnt dream of deviating from your color. You had considered a two-piece while you were pacing in your room earlier, but you had chickened out. The idea of swimming already had you nervous enough.
You walk to the edge of the water, contemplating it quietly for a moment as you watch the tiny waves lapping at the sand. It doesnt look very inviting to you...but Johns waiting for you all the way out there, so you might as well at least try it.
You take a few steps into the water until youre in up to your knees, testing it out. It feels cold for a moment, then your legs get used to the temperature and now the rest of you is a little cold. You keep walking until youre up to your neck as well, about half a foot from where John is. Experimentally, you go in a little further. You successfully make it to the same distance he did and stand there, providing him with a mock glare that isnt realistic in the least because of the wry grin plastered across your face.
I didnt think it would be this warm, you admit, turning and edging to the side on your toes so that youre standing right next to him. But youre right, it wasnt as cold once I got in. You offer him another smile, bouncing a little on the tips of your toes. But...what are we supposed to do now that were actually in the water?
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John: Admire Vriska
You watch patiently as Vriska begins to remove her clothes, dipping your head into the water a bit further so only your eyes and the top of your head are visible. Perhaps you didn't want her to see just how wide you were grinning. You emit a soft chuckle to yourself as she's revealed to be in a rather self-conscious one-piece. It's actually sort of adorable how shy she is around you sometimes, especially given how she acts with other people. You'll admit there's some disappointment that she didn't choose something more revealing, but it was all right. You had sort of put her on the spot, after all. That being said, she still looked absolutely amazing. You could see the attractive shape of her body much better than you could when she was in her shirts and jeans. You were already somewhat familiar with her moderately sized breasts due to your roaming hands during some of your more passionate make-out sessions, but it was nice to get a decent look at their actual shape. As far as you were concerned, they were the perfect size. You knew how some guys thought 'the bigger the better' but that thought process didn't apply to you. You preferred the sort you could fit into your hand easily. The kind that looked becoming without being distracting. Granted, hers were really the only pair you had any firsthand experience with, but you were more than happy with them. The rest of her figure was slender but not skinny, and you were particularly a fan of her long, smooth legs which were now fully visible in her intriguing grey skin. You hadn't really gotten a chance to feel them yet due to those jeans she always wore, and you were itching to get a chance. It was a shame such a body was always going unappreciated. You'd have to make up for that. There was so much left of her you had yet to explore and with each passing day it became harder to resist.
Your train of thought is broken as Vriska finally makes her way over to you and gives you a very fake glare which you can't take seriously for even a moment due to the grin she's also showing. There's the question of what you should do now and you glance upward in thought.
"Uhhhhh... You know, I didn't really think that far ahead. To be honest, I didn't even think I would pull this off, heh." You blush, slightly embarrassed that you had managed to make it this far only to not really have a plan once you both were in the water. Going swimming had been sort of a rare activity for you, especially since it was kinda boring alone and most of your friends were either on other ends of the country or on remote islands.
"Maybe I lied..." You add with a devious sort of smirk, turning to face her and pulling her into your arms until you extinguish any space between your bodies. "Maybe I did want to see you wear something a bit more revealing... Can you blame me? I wasn't lying when I said you were the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I'm probably never gonna stop saying that, either..."
You close the gap even further by tilting your head into hers and kissing her deeply as if, despite all the water surrounding you, she was the only thing even remotely able to quench your thirst. Any feeling of cold from the water has been eliminated completely now that your bodies are pressing against each other. The warmth combined with the gentle waves makes for quite a nice, relaxing moment and you let the kiss linger in it for a good long while. As you eventually draw back, you do so while biting at her bottom lip eagerly.
"You do look fantastic, by the way..." You whisper softly with another smirk as one of your hands sneaks to her rear and gives it a sudden squeeze. You briefly wonder if she'll start chasing you down for doing something like that, but you're in the water and you know how to swim so she's at the disadvantage. "Anyway, let's start off with something simple. Hold onto my hands and try to make your body horizontal in the water by kicking your feet. Don't worry, I won't let go..."
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Vriska: Learn to swim...or at least to not drown
As you slowly wade into the water, you notice that half of Johns head has disappeared into the water, and now all thats visible is his glasses and the top of his head. It looks kind of comical, actually. Still, you cant help the good several shades of blue that sneak up to your face. Youre kind of surprised at how awkward you feel wearing only a bathing suit in front of him. After all the sloppy makeouts, youd thought it would be easier. Though you can never really feel uncomfortable around him, so its probably just a little shyness. Youll get over it. Youve already kinda gotten over it.
You grin a little at his blush and the apparent lack of things to do now that youre both actually in the water. You dont mind though, its not like youd know what to do on the beach. Itd be perfectly fine with you if you could just sit in the water and talk.
Letting yourself be pulled forward into a hug, you loop your arms around his neck, leaning back the slightest bit to be able to look into his eyes. Maybe I wore this on purpose...maybe I just wanted to leave some to the imagination, you reply, wrapping your legs around his waist, effectively anchoring yourself to him.
You lean forward into the sudden kiss, pulling him a little closer with a smile. Its surprising how nice it is to kiss him when youre neck deep in cool water. Not that you could have known even if the water had been freezing. Johns body heat is enough to keep you perfectly warm when youre this close to him. You press yourself closer, smiling softly as you pull away.
You yelp softly in surprise as you feel one of his hands move down and squeeze, making you jump a little. You roll your eyes at him, knowing you probably should have seen that coming. After a good several weeks of keeping your hands somewhat to yourselves, its not like you arent itching to explore a little further too.
Glancing down at the water, then back up at him, you unhook your legs from around his waist and move your hands down to grasp his tightly. Slowly you lower yourself back into the water until you feel the tips of your toes touch the floor. If this doesnt work, Im going to kill you, you say with a grin.
At first you kick a little bit without success, still keeping Johns hands in a deathgrip. It really would suck to have survived all you did only to drown on a date with your matesprit. But with his help, you manage to learn how to tread water in a couple minutes. Great, so now you are able to at least be in the water without having to worry.
In another half hour or so, youve gained a rudimentary knowledge of the basic doggy paddle, and the backfloat you kind of discover by accident when you try to go backwards, so youre at least able to go deeper in than where your feet touch the ground. And by now your hair is just dead weight with all the water its soaked up, trailing a few feet behind you like an dark swirl of ink. You tried wringing it out once several minutes ago...it didnt work very well, so you just gave up and let it hang. You reach out for Johns hands, pulling him a little further in and latching your legs around his waist again.
Okay, Ill admit swimming can be fun. You lean in for another kiss, pulling him into a tight hug. Almost as fun as kissing you is, you add, resting your head on his shoulder. Although you know he cant see it, you smile into the softness of his neck, tightening your grip on him. It is actually nice to just be able to go swimming and just be with him, almost like a normal matespritship. You plant a small kiss on his neck before leaning back again to look at him. I might just have to stay here and hug you forever.
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John: Say it already
Vriska's little cry at your squeeze is a delightful sound which you can't wait to hear more of, and her threat just widens your grin even further. "Being killed for being a shitty swimming teacher? Heh, I wonder if that's truly a Just death." You respond curiously. "But don't worry... I'd never let you go."
And you don't. At least until she requests it. It doesn't take long for Vriska to get down most of the basics to the point where she doesn't need you holding onto her at every moment. There's something slightly disappointing about that, because you enjoy having her latched to you like her life depended on it. That said, you're just as happy helping teach her new skills. After all, she helped you in the game plenty of times, as abstract as it seemed then. By now her hair is soaked and has lost some of its wild, bouncy quality. You actually rather enjoy seeing her wet and somewhat helpless just because it's such a contrast from her normal look and personality.
Eventually she pulls you back to her and admits having some fun with you out there in the odd, fake ocean learning to swim. You feel her legs hook around you and your heart rate increases while you return the offered kiss. Having her legs around you in such a way was doing wonders for your already growing arousal and your arms wrap around her strongly, holding onto her as if she might sink and disappear forever if you let her go. You smile with satisfaction when she adds that kissing you was still the more entertaining activity. You're not sure there's anything you love more than just holding her close to you like this while reminding yourself that this amazing girl truly is your girlfriend.
"You did awesome! And forever's a long time..." You smirk, letting a palm rise to grip the back of her head as she rests it upon your shoulder, and a slight shudder rushes through your body at the kiss upon your neck. "And yet I still don't know if it's long enough."
When you're back to looking into her eyes you remain silent for a moment as your mind processes a thought. "...I wonder if being God Tier affects our lifespan since it's supposed to be immortality... Kanaya told me the higher on the hemospectrum a Troll is, the longer they live. Like you could live for hundreds of sweeps. A sweep is like 2 Human years, so that means normally I might only live for about 50 sweeps at most..."
There's a slight sadness in your voice as you admit this. It's not something you really wanted to bring up, but you figure you had to make sure she knew that fact just in case she was unaware. "We're God Tier but haven't stopped growing. But who knows, maybe we stop aging once we're 'adults'? Either way, I just want you to know that I'll be with you as long as I live..." You smile warmly as you let your hand come around from the back of her head to caress her cheek softly before leaning in for another earnest kiss. After you withdraw you stare deeply into her eyes as if you're hypnotized for a few moments. You feel you've waited long enough to say it.
"I love you, Vriska..." You confess softly with complete and utter sincerity. You're trembling a bit at the sheer relief of finally saying those words, and partially with some nervousness at how she might respond. You knew she had a hard time talking about feelings, and Karkat once implied admitting love was rare for a Troll. "Don't feel like you need to say it back... Just know I do..."
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Vriska: Contemplate the implications of God Tier-ness
I guess well just have to settle for forever and then some, you say with a grin. Spending forever just like this wrapped in his arms sounds nothing short of perfect to you. Forever might not nearly be long enough, but its all you could ask for.
Your expression darkens a little when he wonders out loud what being God Tier means for his lifespan. Youd almost forgotten that humans all live about the same amount of time. But only fifty sweeps...thats as little time as the lowest blood castes have, maybe even a little less. Since you have cerulean blood, hes right, you have the potential to live for at least a few hundred sweeps. Or at least you would have the potential to live a few hundred sweeps if you still lived on Alternia. You arent sure exactly what kind of benefits being a God Tier is supposed to give you. If it really does give you immortality, then youll never have to worry about lifespans. But if it doesnt...youll lose John before your life is even a quarter over. Just thinking about it makes you feel a little empty inside. The slight sadness you can hear in his voice doesnt escape your attention either. For a moment you wonder what youd do if he died after only a few dozen sweeps. Then you quickly take your mind off it. You know if you think about it now youll start to worry. You just hope that the latter option is true and youll both just stop aging once you fully mature.
You pull him a little closer as you return the kiss eagerly, one of your hands moving down to gently stroke along the base of his neck. When you pull away again you find yourself staring into his eyes. He looks like hes about to say something.
It takes you a moment to register what he says to you, and youre left staring at him in surprise for a good several seconds. Did he just say...yeah, you think he did just say what you think he said. You already knew it...but somehow it feels...different to hear him say it out loud. You realize that the slight shaking you can feel isnt just John. Youre also shaking a little. And you dont know how to respond. You just have no clue how you COULD respond. Of course you feel exactly the same way...but matespritship is normally supposed to be about pity. What you feel for him doesnt feel like pity...but you dont know what love is supposed to feel like. But maybe its supposed to feel like what you feel when you look up at your matesprit. Because you know your heart speeds up to an impossible rate whenever you see him. Maybe thats what its supposed to feel like.
After a few seconds you realize that youre staring at him again. You mentally kick yourself, realizing that you probably look like an idiot. You have no idea how to tell him that you feel the same way about him as he does for you...but you cant just leave him hanging without saying anything. You lean forward a little so your forehead rests against his. I...I know you know how I feel... you say quietly. Iloveyoutoo... The words come out in a rush as a whisper, barely audible. Had you been any further away from him he wouldnt have been able to hear it. You can feel heat rush to your face, along with what youre sure is a deep shade of cerulean blue blood flooding your cheeks. You suck at emotions. It feels good to have finally said it though. You tighten your legs around his waist and pull him into another kiss, clutching him even closer to you. Maybe he won't notice the deep blush...
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John: Reconsider getting out of the water
Vriska's hurried, quiet words fill you with an elated feeling unlike any other. It was true you already knew how she felt, but you were just so thrilled she was able to say it like that despite it not really being natural for her or her species. You return her kiss vigorously, unable to stop the smile against her lips, and hold her tighter than ever. You think you even begin to feel tears forming in your eyes. You used to be so confused when people cried during times of happiness, but now you think you finally understand.
Every time the kiss breaks it's quickly followed by another, and another. Each with a definite force behind it while a hand on the back of her head helps keep her against you. The heat of the moment has only served to excite you even more than you already were and you wanted to justdevourher. After what seems like a good five minutes of just non-stop kissing you finally pause to stare into her eyes. There's a definite, somewhat feral hunger in your gaze, complimented by a rather devilish grin. You're breathing heavily, partially because you need some air after having your lips locked against Vriska's for so long, and partially because you're just that excited. Needless to say your heart was pounding like a drum as well, and there was no doubt she felt it.
"I did know, but it still meant a lot to me to hear you say it... Thank you..." You whisper softly as you lean in to kiss her again. It's a powerful but short kiss as you begin to work your way from her lips to her jaw and then to her neck, nipping and licking at every inch of the warm skin you come across.
You then pause for a few moments, letting your teeth gently graze along her neck until you're near her ear. "Vriska, do you have any idea how indescribably sexy you are...?" You growl with a seductive huskiness. You still could not believe how wild she drives you. Just being near her made you say and do things that would cause you to flush with embarrassment to otherwise even think about. You still didn't know a lot about this other John that revealed itself during such moments, but you liked it.
Suddenly you bite down upon her neck, following up by sucking upon the spot on her skin roughly. It seemed as if you were determined to leave a mark this time, and you'd be impressed if she managed to stay entirely quiet. You were still somewhat nervous doing such things, but her voice in your mind would then remind you that she wasn't fragile like glass. You continued to suck at her neck, enjoying the taste of her perhaps a bit too much, but who would blame you? All the while your hand returns to her ass giving it another considerable grab. Making a mark like this would likely stay visible for a while, or at least long enough for someone else to see later, so you were essentially making a statement as well. Vriska wasyours. Course, everyone on the meteor already knew that, but you had to admit that the thought of the others getting a glimpse into your bolder side was rather exciting.
Finally you withdraw your lips, taking a moment to admire the nice darkened spot on her neck and before pulling back to gaze into her eyes once again. "You're a wicked girl, you know? If you truly did wear that to put my imagination to work. It's already working overtime as it is. Going crazy with thoughts of you anytime we're not together... Laying in bed or in the shower..." You trail off as you blush since to you it seemed obvious what that implied. You're just now aware of your immense arousal and how it's very noticeably prodding against her bottom as if things still weren't obvious enough. You had been relaxing in the water so easily you thought you might have been able to avoid that, but Vriska was just too enticing. The shorts were not as restricting as the jeans, so she was likely getting some assistance for her own imagination as well.
"S-sorry. I'm a guy it just kinda happens. I was thinking we'd go back to the blanket soon but now I'm thinking maybe I shouldn't get out of the water yet, heh..." You chuckle lightly. You were thankful the ripples and small waves in the water would do all right in masking your shorts even if she were to let you go.
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Vriska: Entertain the imagination
You start to pull out of the kiss after several seconds, but then you find yourself going in for another one not half a second later. The sensation of Johns lips moving against yours is intoxicating, to say the very least. The gentle pressure of his hand behind your head pulls you even further in, nearly every inch of you pressed up against him. Youre fairly sure that even forever wont be long enough to stay like this for.
When he finally withdraws his lips from yours you open your eyes to meet his, looking up at his expression. Theres something about his eyes that sends little tingles down your spine, some kind of desire in them that somehow makes you want more. You can feel his racing heartbeat pounding against you, and his breathing matches your own quick breaths.
Your smile returns as you tilt your head up to meet his kiss halfway. Within moments, his lips have moved, trailing from your own lips to the line of your jawbone and finally down to the soft skin of your neck. You feel a shiver run through your body as his teeth run lightly up your neck until his warm breath is tickling your ear. Just the sound of his voice is enough to increase your heart rate significantly.
You feel Johns teeth clamp down on your neck without warning, sending a considerable jolt through you. Then he starts to suck on you where hes bitten. For a few seconds youre able to keep quiet, your arms and legs tightening around him considerably from the effort. His tongue brushes against your skin again at the same time as his hand grabs you again, and before you realize it a tiny groan has escaped your lips, hardly more than a breath, but still audible. Your already significantly blue face flushes deeper at the sound, but you make no move to pull him off. You know the mark hes leaving wont go away for at least a day or two. Sure the others will notice, but as far as you can tell theyve withdrawn their objections to your relationship. This shouldnt come as a surprise to any of then, save the fact that John isnt usually this forward.
Not that you arent enjoying it, of course. When he finally pulls away, you can feel a slight throbbing where he had been sucking on your neck, and you know theres a dark blue mark there now. You let your lips curl into a small grin at his vague, halfhearted accusation of your invasion of his imagination, though the red that floods his face soon after confuses you a little. You think you might know what he meant, but you still arent sure.
It takes a minute, but you soon realize that hes pressing against your lower region, a fact that distracts you significantly from whatever your train of thought was a few moments ago. To conceal your sudden distraction, you lean in for one more quick kiss, then you let out a soft laugh and release your stranglehold on his neck and waist, floating back from him a few inches.
Im totally cool with staying in the water. Its nicer in here than I thought itd be, you say with a somewhat sly smile. A few quick kicks of your legs brings you in a small circle until youre directly behind him. Hey, I think Im getting the hang of this swimming thing. I just have to hang onto you and suddenly I dont even need to try! You hook your arms around him again from behind, lightly brushing your lips against his shoulder before letting your chin rest on it.
I guess your imagination is just going to have to deal with the extra work then, isnt it? you murmur into his ear, running one of your hands lightly along his arm until it reaches his hand, where you tangle your fingers with his, your other arm still comfortably resting around his neck. Under the water, the tips of your toes trace around his ankles before your legs loosely twine around his, your knees effectively hooking around his. Im sure your mind can handle it...
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John: Abscond from water
Your body instinctively leans forward a bit as Vriska finally pulls away from you. It still needed her. After only a second you were missing her warmth pressed up against you. It seemed as if she was getting a bit braver with the water, and you watch curiously as she circles around to your back. The sudden feeling of her arms around you from behind along with the gentle brush of her lips on your shoulder force a pleasurable shudder to run through you. Her snarky comment draws out a minor chuckle and you glance over to her head resting upon your shoulder.
"Wow, you did it. You mastered swimming already. What a pro." You shoot back with an amused smirk. You certainly had no complaints with such a method.
Now she was teasing you further. Grasping your hand and hooking you from behind with her legs in a rather enticing manner that only served to drive you even crazier since now you couldn't even really see her. It seemed like she was determined to make you squirm after you had admitted the toll she was putting on your overworked mind. Your eyes drift shut as you listen to her seductive voice adding to the torment.
"I don't know if Icanhandle it much longer..." You utter back barely above a whisper. You were already lost in a daydream about her, using the sensation of her body against your back to help fuel those thoughts. "Because what my mind can conjure up is still nothing compared to the real you..."
Your free hand reaches up to gently run along the skin of her arm resting upon your neck as you tilt your head down and give it a kiss. "C'mon, let's dry off before we get all wrinkly."
You begin to ascend out of the water and as you do you move your hands to Vriska's hips, helping her onto your back as you carry her out. As you reach the blanket once again you set her down on her back, only to immediately climb on top of her. One of your hands reaches into the basket to grab a large towel which you wrap around the both of you at once.
"Hi." You're grinning rather mischieviously as you look down at her and within moments you're greeting her with a passionate kiss. You allow a hand to take advantage of the current situation, running it along one of her legs that you have been so desperate to touch for quite some time now. Your fingers trail down as far as you can reach while still allowing you to be locked in the kiss. It was astonishing how good the smooth texture of her skin felt upon your hands, especially now being slick with the water. You allow the hand to return upward at a rather agonizingly slow rate until you reach her inner thigh where your nails lightly tease the sensitive area for a few moments. It was so tempting to touch her more intimately and you fail to resist ever so slightly brushing against the spot between her legs as you move your hand to her other thigh.
As you draw back from the kiss, a few drops of water from your still wet hair idly fall onto Vriska's forehead. Once again your heart is racing like crazy being up against her like this. You both had been doing so well by taking things slow, but now you're in this position again and this time with less clothing separating you both. Still, you didn't want to make any major moves until you could sense she was truly ready. "So... uh, what do you wanna do now?" You ask softly before leaning down to steal another light kiss.
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Vriska: Be indecisive and use your epic manipulative skills to turn around a simple question
You give a small grin, pulling yourself up as John starts to head back toward the beach. With his help, your legs go around his waist again, anchoring you safely to his back as he leaves the water It seems colder out here now than it did before, and the water in your hair isnt helping. Shivering, you press closer to him, using his body heat to keep yourself warm.
When you feel yourself being lowered your arms tighten around his neck automatically to keep from falling, at least until you feel the blanket beneath you. You release your hold on him for a moment, then suddenly hes right on top of you and your arms are again wrapped around him. A towel wraps around the two of you, trapping you against him.
You murmur a soft greeting upon finding yourself face to face with John again, smiling against his lips as he moves in to kiss you. You feel a slight tingle at the light touch of his fingers to your leg, and you let your lips part, finding his tongue with your own and brushing against it. Your heart rate quickly speeds up as his hand works its way slowly up your leg, creeping far too slowly up your warming skin. Your breath hitches as the tips of his fingers brush between your legs, and you know he can feel the shiver that rushes through you at the sensation. His hand is gone as quickly as it came, moving to your other leg. You feel a slight twinge of disappointment, but you quickly quell it. Just because you want more doesn't necessarily mean he does...you'll just wait for him to make the first move...just in case. But you can only wait for so long.... You make a halfhearted attempt to slow your breathing as he pulls away, completely failing at sounding the least bit calmer than you feel.
You wrinkle your nose at the several drops of water dripping onto your head. A little bit of water splashes into your eyes, but you quickly blink away the offending drops, clearing your vision again. Right now you can think of literally nothing else except how warm his body is on yours and how closely youre pressed against him, wrapped in a huge towel with next to no clothes on.
Grinning, you return the quick kiss, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him closer. You really need to learn that you dont need to ask me stuff like that, John, you whisper into his ear with a grin. I want to do whatever you want to do. Really. Sitting here and talking, walking around, or even running up and down the halls shrieking. Ive had two years on this place, Ill let you decide for yourself.
You lean up for another kiss, pressing yourself up against the warmth of his body. Being this close to him in the ocean was one thing, but without the water getting in the way or cooling you down and with the towel wrapped around the two of you, you doubt youll ever be cold again.
The tips of your fingers lightly brush against his back, tracing patterns on the warm skin. Then you realize that its actually kind of late. The deceptive brightness of the room has made you forget the time. Everyone is probably already in bed and asleep by now, and swimming has tired you out a little, so you really are cool with whatever John wants to do. What do you feel like doing?
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John: Make request
You let your eyes slide shut as you just listen to Vriska's voice softly entering your ear. She wants to do whatever you want to do, but your mind is fogged over with no coherent thought taking shape other than simply wanting more of her. As you happily return her kiss, the touch of her fingers upon your back forces a shudder over your body and tantalizes you further. You were at the point where you barely hear her ask you directly what you want to do, and even once you piece the words together you don't really know how to respond. You sensed it was getting late, but you weren't really tired. What did 'late' even mean on this meteor? Everyone kept track of time so they knew how much longer they had on their trip. Morning and Night weren't even really a thing. Trolls had been nocturnal anyway, so you're thankful you're in a place that allows you to coordinate your sleep schedule.
Instead of responding you press your lips to Vriska's once more. There was a clear intent behind this kiss. You wanted to excite her and make her hungry for more and your heart pounded against her chest further describing your want. By now your body is pressed up against her completely and without even realizing it you're making slow grinding motions, pressing your hardness between her legs in a way that might as well spell out exactly what you want without even needing words. Still, your uncertainty was like a poison to your recently bolstered confidence. It was always there eating away when you wanted to make a major move. Tonight, however, you were determined to do something. You loved Vriska, and she loved you. That alone made things easier. Still, the tension was nerve-wracking. You pull away from the kiss and gaze down into her eyes as you try to find a good set of words. It seemed like you had suddenly become extremely aware of your own mouth. Your tongue felt too big. You felt like you had too much saliva. Your teeth felt weird. Finally, you swallow hard and utter out in a husky voice you barely recognize.
"Vriska..." You begin to tremble with nervousness and excitement, "I want you to sleep in my room tonight..."
Such a request was not abnormal by itself. You and Vriska had fallen asleep cuddled up plenty of times in both of your rooms. Yes, you had even willingly slept in her slime cocoon and you didn't have a single complaint (other than the fact that she seemed to do it fully clothed) because it was worth it to be next to her. This time your tone and current position implied that sleep was not exactly what you were getting at. The look in your eyes would do it if nothing else. Though you don't feel the need to be even more obvious, your hand had a mind of its own and was beginning to crawl up her body, eventually resting upon one of her breasts and kneading it eagerly. You could feel the nipple through the material of the swimsuit even better than the previous shirt and bra and you tease it a bit with your fingers as you awaited her response.
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Vriska: Accept request
Any trace of exhaustion that had been weighing down on you a moment ago quickly vanishes with the touch of Johns lips to yours. Theres something different about the kiss this time, something in it that suggests he wants more than just kisses and occasional small touches. Whatever it is that hes doing, its working. Youd been a little antsy for a while, and the feeling of his lips on yours coupled with his light grinding against you is driving you half mad. And from what you can tell, youre not the only one. Your hands creep from his back to the back of his head, pulling him further into the kiss, and almost automatically, you let your hips rock up to meet his, pressing every inch of yourself you can manage against him. You lean up to prolong the kiss as long as possible when he starts to pull away, letting your head lean back again once its broken.
For a few moments after he asks you to sleep in his room tonight you just stare at him in confusion. You were probably going to sleep in his room tonight anyw- oh. Ohhhhhhhh. Your mind reaches the correct conclusion in less than half a second. You cant even believe you didnt get it right away, considering that hes lying right on top of you grinding against you. You hardly notice the hand creeping up your side until its gently massaging one of your breasts, the finger playing with the nipple sending a tingle through you.
You look up at John with a slight smile, still half unable to believe that he actually still wants to be your matesprit. As if just being with you wasnt enough, hed even agreed to sleep in your recuperacoon with you on several occasions. Invariably hed always look nothing short of adorable when youd wake up to see him next to you, completely covered in the green goo. Which is why you more frequently opted to spend the night in his room, curled up comfortably in bed. That way it wasnt slimy or disgusting for either of you. But the idea of spending the night in his room doing...well, certainly not sleeping, at least for not the entire night, excites your imagination far too well.
I... You stop after a moment, realizing that you really have absolutely no idea how to respond. Do you even want to do this? Youve been impatient for weeks now, but now that its actually time to decide, youre a little nervous. Then your mind goes back over the last few weeks, remembering various small details about your life since John got onto the meteor. Yeah, you definitely want to do this. Youve waited long enough.
Yeah, I think I want me to sleep in your room tonight too, you finally reply, a hint of blue creeping up into your face. You pull him down for another kiss, deep but sweet, then you sit up, shrugging off the towel. I have sand in places I really shouldnt have sand...I think I need a shower. Meet you back at your room in a half hour?
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John: Prepare...
You did your best to stop yourself from shaking as you gazed down at Vriska, awaiting her response. You don't do a very good job of it, but you manage enough so you don't seem like your nerves are totally shot. It amazed you that this girl still wanted to be your girlfriend, but you had no complaints that she did. She briefly looks confused at your request, but the real meaning behind it seems to quickly dawn on her. She begins a response only to hesitate causing you to tense up instantly. Oh god, did you misread her? Was she still not ready? You wereso stupid. Maybe you could still play it off as just wanting to sleep?
But she soon finishes her thought and they're the sweetest words you've ever heard. After her admitting her love for you, that is. It's difficult to suppress the immense grin now upon your face. If her acceptance through words wasn't enough she pulls you into another kiss which you lovingly return. As she sits up, you follow along and let your weight off of her. Yes, a shower would be good... Yes, meeting you back in your room in half an hour would also be good. You should say that to her.
You manage a very flimsy nod because for some reason you can't form words at the moment. Your mind is too obsessed with how beautiful she looks right now. The blue blush upon her cheeks was so lovely on her. She tried so hard to hide it but you never wanted her to hide any of herself from you. You wanted every part of her as perfect or imperfect it was. You reach a hand out to caress her cheek softly, gazing into her eyes with a deep adoration that she likely never received from anyone before you.
"Half an hour it is then..." You say quietly as you stand up and help her to her feet. After putting your clothes back on you place the remains of the food and the towels back into the basket and head back to your room, holding Vriska's hand the entire way.
Once back at her room you reluctantly let her hand go, not breaking eye contact with her until her door slides shut. You take a deep breath and enter your own room. The next half an hour is spent making sure you're ready... A shower, brushing of the teeth, fixing your hair. You then look at your room and wonder if you should put some music on, or alchemize some candles, or maybe some rose petals.
Wait. This was Vriska. She probably would wonder why you had lit your room on fire or scattered flora everywhere seemingly for no reason. All you both really wanted was each other. You do, however, dim the lights to a somewhat romantic setting. Too bright would feel awkward but too dark and you wouldn't be able to see her. You definitely wanted to see her. God, you wanted nothing more than to see her. You then discard your towel and quickly put on your black shirt with the green slime ghost on it with some jeans. This was the shirt she told you to make two years ago and it signified the first day you met her, even if it wasn't in person. You forego shoes and socks since they'd just be a nuisance.
You spend the remaining couple of minutes pacing around your room. Now you were more nervous and excited than ever. The knock upon your door could not come soon enough. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, it happens and you nearly jump at the sound. Without a moment's hesitation you're at the door, pressing the button and letting it glide open...
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Vriska: Attempt to get rid of those pesky nerves
The hand that reaches over and brushes against your cheek does nothing but increase the blue in your face, but for once you dont look away when you feel the heat in your cheeks. Theres something in Johns eyes that you like, and you arent sure what it is. You just know it makes you feel weird and fuzzy inside.
You let him help you up, brushing away a few stray grains of sand from your arms and legs. You probably dont want to be trailing sand down the hallways. Tangling your fingers with his, you wait until hes packed up the basket again before walking with him out of the room, slipping on your socks and sneakers again on the way out.
After you let go of his hand and head into your room, you stand in front of your door for a minute, staring at it. In a half hour youre going to go out that door and into Johns room and...you dont even know what then. Youre nervous as hell, but youve been waiting for this, and theres no way youre going to chicken out now.
With that figured out, you take a quick shower, washing all of the sand out of your hair that had gotten in it after you went swimming. Even when wet, its significantly unruly. After you dry it, its in its usual flying-all-over-the-place mess. You make several frustrated attempts to tame it with a comb, but as usual, it doesnt work.
You stare in the mirror for a few minutes, having dressed again in your normal sign top and jeans. It doesnt seem right. Tonight is supposed to be special, and youre about to go over to meet John in a T-shirt and jeans. It just seems too casual, but you have nothing else to wear, so you guess youll just have to go in this.
Glancing at the time, you realize that you still have a good ten minutes before John will be expecting you to appear. At least itll give you time to calm yourself down before leaving. You arent even sure why, but youre suddenly nervous. Youve never had a real matesprit, much less a human one, so you dont even know what to expect. Just how different are humans from Trolls? You guess youll find out soon enough...
A couple minutes later, after staring at the door again for a while, you see that its been about a half hour. Youll probably be expected just about now. You start to head towards the door, then you pause for a moment. Kicking off your shoes and socks, you press the button to open your door. You probably wont need them. You lock your door again from the outside and walk the couple steps to stand outside Johns door.
Taking a deep breath, you lift your hand and give the door a few quick, sharp raps. You hear soft footsteps approaching the door, and it slides open to reveal him standing there barefoot in jeans and the shirt youd talked him into making two years ago when you first decided to start trolling him. The room is significantly darker than it had been when fully lit, but there is just enough light so you can easily make out every detail of him when hes standing right in front of you.
You offer him a slight smile, stepping forward into the room to let the door close behind you, your toes fidgeting a little from your nerves. Hi. You stand there for a moment, staring into his eyes for several long seconds. Is it crazy to have missed you for the last half hour?
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John: Reunite
Seeing her standing in your doorway causes you to take a sharp breath. Your eyes scan her up and down and your heart seems to catch in your throat almost as if you were seeing her for the first time again. She, like you, was just wearing her simple t-shirt and jeans but that was actually something you loved about her. Vriska had always been beautiful to you and she always would be, no matter what she wore. In fact you rather liked the casual, barefoot look. Besides, the clothes were going to end up in the same place regardless of what they were, if you had anything to say about it...
The shy little greeting she gives you is about the most adorable thing you've ever heard, though you certainly wouldn't say that to her directly. It was taking all your willpower not to just ravage her immediately without even giving a response. Your fingers were at your sides, twitching with the insatiable need to touch her all over. She speaks again, and your grin widens further at her words if that was even possible. You finally move into her, placing your arms around her with a tight embrace, gliding a hand through her luxurious hair, so there's no light between the both of you whatsoever. It was as if your bodies had developed a symbiotic relationship and couldn't live being apart for hardly any time at all.
"If that's crazy then you may as well have me committed..." You mutter as you lean in to press your lips into hers. The kiss begins soft and sweet but soon turns immensely passionate as if you hadn't kissed her in years. Without even realizing it you soon find that you're pushing her into the door with your body nearly trapping her against it. Your tongue wrestles with hers almost ferociously and you grind your hips against hers letting her feel your desire.
Your hands begin to start exploring, sliding around to her hips and slowly moving up her body. As you find the hem of her shirt you allow your hands to start pulling it up her body. It ascends a few inches to reveal her belly until you pause seemingly arbitrarily. Your lips separate from hers and you take a few rough breaths. You can feel both your hearts pounding at insane rates and the look in your eyes screams your need to feel her further. Still, part of innocent sweet John lingers in them and that was the reason for your hesitation.
"Vriska, I am... so nervous it's kinda unbelievable. This... this is my first time and... well. I do know that I want this. I wantyoumore than anything." You whisper before placing another soft kiss onto her lips. "I also love you more than anything... I didn't know it was possible to love someone this much. So I just want you to know that if you're not ready or having second thoughts, I understand. I'd wait until the end of time for you..."
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Vriska: Give a little encouragement
You end up with a ridiculous grin on your face as youre enveloped in a warm, tight hug, wrapping your arms around him in return. Something drags through your hair, probably his hand, and you close your eyes for a moment, just enjoying the closeness.
Pulling away after a few seconds, you lean in to meet him halfway in a light kiss with a smile. Several moments later, you deepen the kiss a little, and suddenly youre being backed up, your back hitting the door with a soft muted thump. You feel his body press against yours, keeping you lightly pressed to the door. Somewhere in between kisses you feel his hips collide with yours, sending a wave of pleasure through you.
Your breathing gets a little faster as Johns hands move to your hips and locate the hem of your shirt, hooking under it and pulling the black fabric up a little. A breath of cool air hits your belly as the shirt creeps up several inches, then stops rather suddenly a few seconds later. You pull back from the kiss and look into his eyes, seeing in them the same desire you have, to not stop, to keep going. So why did he stop? Is he getting too nervous? Are you making him uncomfortable?
You grow a little nervous at his first few words, but as he continues, you feel significantly better. The light kiss he gives you brings the soft smile back to your face as you return it for a brief moment. Its kind of cute how hes worrying for your comfort, even after you reminded him that he didnt need to worry about that. You honestly wouldnt mind if he were more insistent, or more rough. You think youd like it, actually. After essentially being in control of everything in your life since you were a grub, itd be exciting to see what its like when you dont get to decide how things go.
Dont be nervous, John, you murmur softly, pulling him into a hug. I want this as much as you do, but Im nervous as hell, so one of us has to quit being nervous. One of your hands finds its way up to his hair, brushing through the familiar black strands in a rather awkward attempt to reassure him. And it had better be you, you add, pressing your forehead gently to his with a smile.
Remember what I told you all those weeks ago? I wont break. If you want to be rough, then be rough. Its okay, I promise, I'd love it. Your hands move down to where his have frozen, your shirt still bunched up just below your ribs. Gently, you give his hands a light push, starting them again on their path up your sides. And...I love you just as much. Your hands move to his shoulders and give them a light tug, pulling him in for another kiss.
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John: Try a bit of roughness
You already feel better as soon as Vriska begins to reassure you, hugging her back tightly. The gentle sensation of her hand in your hair assists in calming your freaked out nerves and you return her smile as she presses her forehead against yours. There wasn't really any way to voice how happy she was making you right now, so you just grin wide at her insistence that you be the one to stop being nervous already. She then makes it a point to remind you that she won't break, and even encourages you to be... rough.
You sort of freeze at such a suggestion, only coming out of the trance when she assists your hands back up to her sides and pulls you into a kiss. You melt into it, continuing to push her shirt up as you had been previously, gripping against her skin strongly with your hands. Hearing her speak her love for you dissipated any nervousness you had and re-energized you completely. The fact that she wanted you to be rough was thrilling, though also a bit concerning. Did you even know how do be rough? It didn't matter. You'd figure it out. You were now more determined than ever because you wanted nothing more than to make her happy.
You pull back from the kiss only to suddenly tug her shirt off over her head, tossing it aside as if it served no purpose anymore. "Okay, I can try some roughness... but you have to promise me something..." You begin, smirking seductively. Okay, well youattemptand you know you probably are still a bit too dorky to pull off a truly sexy look, but you're going to try your damnedest. You pause your train of thought to take a moment to admire the gorgeous, shirtless Troll girl in front of you and you're greeted with much more of that pristine grey skin than you're used to. Her breasts are still concealed by a modest cerulean blue bra, but they filled it nicely. She had gotten a few inches away from the wall in order to help you get the shirt off, but you quickly shove her back, running a hand back into her hair and gripping the back of her head tightly. You lock eyes with her, looking deadly serious if only briefly.
"Promise me you'll make some noise... Don't hold it back." You growl as you initiate another voracious kiss. It's enough to where you cut yourself on one of her fangs again, but this time you don't even so much as flinch. The small bit of pain was too overwhelmed by how much adrenaline was running through you. If anything, it feltgood.
Your other hand moves downward to her jeans, unbuttoning them and sliding the zipper down all the way. You can't hold back a blush as you remind yourself you're undressing the breathtaking Vriska Serket in your bedroom. Usually you'd only daydream about moments like this, but it was real and much more exciting than you ever could have anticipated. You begin to slide the jeans off of her hips and down her legs until gravity takes them the rest of the way. Your lips separate from hers once again as you yank her head back in order to expose her neck. Instantly your lips are upon it, kissing, nibbling and biting as if it were a genuinely delicious meal, and you allow your tongue to give some attention to the dark spot you had created earlier.
After a minute or so you step back again, taking some rough breaths. The hunger in your eyes really did make you look like you were ready to devour her, and now seeing her in just her bra and matching panties was sending that appetite into overdrive. She had always looked beautiful, but her simple outfit never did her fantastic body justice.
"Vriska... You're nothing short of a goddess..." You utter softly with a slight smirk. It was definitely referring to her beauty, but also a subtle nod at the fact that she actually sort of was a goddess in a way. After all, the Trolls had created your universe. It was such an insane thing to realize that you were in love with someone who had a hand in making everything you ever knew. Even yourself.
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Vriska: Decide that neither of you really needs clothing
You smile into the kiss as you feel his hands start to pull your shirt up further, moving away from the wall in order to let the shirt slip over your head and land on the floor several feet away, leaving the upper half of your body dressed only in a blue bra. Grinning back at his sort-of-sexy sort-of-dorky but somehow completely adorable smirk, you pull him closer.
Promise you something? Name your price, you reply, giving him a confident smile. You hadnt noticed you had moved from the wall in the first place, but suddenly he sharply pushes you back into the wall, digging a hand into your hair and taking hold of the back of your head. Something within you tingles with excitement at the sudden movement, and you look into his eyes, noticing that hes actually being serious now. Or at least, it looks like he is.
Your grin grows wider at his request, your arms tightening around him. You think you can do that if he wants you to. Before you can respond youre pulled into another kiss, this one significantly more forceful than the last one. Not that youre complaining, of course. You return it, letting your lips part so your tongue can slip out and wrestle with his. You feel his lip catch on one of your fangs, spilling several drops of blood, but you ignore it, lightly running your tongue across the small puncture mark on his lip. Itll be healed soon anyway, so it doesnt make a difference.
Your attention suddenly flashes from the feeling of his lips on yours to the brush of his hand on your jeans. A shiver of excitement runs through you as his fingers quickly undo the button and move to the zipper, tugging it down in one smooth motion. You can feel his face get a little warmer as your jeans work their way off your hips and down your legs, and finally into a crumpled heap on the floor. Somehow you manage to step out of the heap of denim and kick it aside without breaking the kiss, now only in your bra and panties.
The hand in your hair suddenly yanks down, bringing your head back to expose your neck and leaving you to stare at the ceiling. Your eyes close as you feel him start to kiss and nip at your neck, teasing the delicate skin to the point where your breathing gets significantly shallower and quicker. He brushes over the darkened patch of skin from earlier, getting from you a little gasp for his trouble.
When his hand disappears from your hair and he backs up, staring at you, giving you that immense compliment, whatever miracle has kept the blood from rushing to your face up till now collapses, turning your face blue yet again. Its incredibly frustrating how little control you have over the blushes.
You and I both know Im far short of that, John. But thank you anyway. You pull him back in for another kiss, a brief meeting of the lips before you pull back again. Your hands move from his shoulders, trailing down past his chest to the hem of his shirt, lightly tugging at it. Its not fair, you know, you say with a grin, letting your hands inch his shirt up slowly. I want to see you too...and as much as I love that shirt with those jeans, its all getting in the way.
You let your hands continue up their path, slipping off his shirt and tossing it to the side along with your own. Your hands move down to the button of his jeans, and you look up at him a little uncertainly, as if to ask permission. You still arent sure how comfortable he is with this, so you dont want to go too far without his approval...
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John: Continue casting aside clothing
It was no surprise she didn't just accept your compliment without denying it first. Vriska had always been very confident about herself, but for some reason her appearance wasn't part of that. You had no clue why. Terezi and Kanaya were also attractive, but Vriska was on another level entirely. The way her hair flowed wildly around her. The fascinating eyes that were unlike any others. Those fierce, yet attractive fangs. You had told her how much you loved every bit of her time and time again, but even if she denied it every time that just meant you'd tell her again later. You return the quick kiss, shivering at her touches along your chest and down to the edge of your shirt. She begins to draw it up slowly, claiming it was only a hindrance at this point. You couldn't agree more. You don't make any attempt to stop her from slipping it off and tossing it away similarly to how you had removed hers. Now bare chested, you fail at holding back your blush. Yeah she had seen you shirtless already but this situation was sort of different. That was one step closer to... well...
"Well, now that you're seeing me, I hope it was worth the wait..." You mutter, nipping at her lower lip as her hands venture further down to your jeans. She hesitates over the button, gazing at you cautiously. Instead of just straight out telling her it's okay, your hands move to grasp hers, urging her to undo the button and pull down the zipper. With your guidance she eventually pulls them down to your ankles and you kick the pants aside with little interest as to where they land. You're now clothed only in your Ghostbusters boxers (hey, your wardrobe was still made up of underwear you didn't really expect anyone else to actuallylookat), and your glasses if one were to count such as clothing; At this point there's very little to hide your immense arousal, tenting the loose fabric with ease.
Once again you have to remind yourself that yes, you are in your underwear with a beautiful alien girl and no, it wasn't a dream. You were basically like Captain Kirk! You're the handsome, space explorer wooing the alien woman. It's you. For some reason you're just not nervous anymore. Maybe the endorphins were just doing their job, but Vriska's encouragement certainly didn't hurt. Just knowing you had a girl like this who loved you as much as you loved her made you feel like you could do anything. With that thought energizing you, you let your hands pull Vriska into you again, trapping your hardness between your bodies so there was no way she didn't feel it easily. You then grip her ass tightly while flashing a wicked smirk before letting your hands journey up her body again. Your fingers massage into her skin as they make their way along her back and occasionally you drag your nails aggressively; Not enough to break skin, as you keep them well trimmed, but probably enough to elicit some sort of reaction. Meanwhile you torment her with numerous short, taunting kisses, biting at her lip every time you pull back.
Having her down to her underwear was exciting and all, but... you couldn't stop there. You wanted to see all of her. As your hands reach the clasp of her bra they start the unlocking process. Or try to at least. Damn, the thing was confusing! You chuckle with a bit of embarrassment, letting your face flush further than it already had. "Oh man, I was doing so well, too... I think..."
Finally you get it and your face lights up with the excitement over your victory and the anticipation. You step back and let the bra fall off her chest, revealing her remarkable breasts, perfectly round and sized for your hands with provocative blue-tinted nipples. You were a teenager with access to the Internet so it's not like you've never seen any before, but never any in person, and never any from a girl you were as attracted to as much as Vriska. You're staring. You should probably stop staring.
You fail to stop staring.
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Vriska: Try to distract your matesprit
Still looking up at John, you feel the warmth of his hands on top of yours, pressing you to continue. You are only too happy to keep going, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans before pushing them down and out of the way. You pull back for a moment, catching a glimpse of his boxers. The things that make up the pattern on it are unfamiliar to you, but theres something tenting the fabric of the boxers. It both scares you and excites you that you have this effect on him. But its mostly just exciting. Youve waited for weeks to be able to do this, and now you have him all to yourself.
You allow yourself to be pulled into another tight hug and return it, feeling the hardness under his boxers press comfortably against you. This time when he grabs at your ass you arent taken as much by surprise, looking up at him with a bit of a grin. As his hands start to creep up your back, teasing the sensitive skin with his fingers and occasionally his nails, your body shudders against his, and you let out a small groan of pleasure. You eagerly return the small half-kisses he gives you at the same time, leaning forward insistently in an attempt to keep his lips on yours for more than just a second at a time. Frustratingly, he keeps slipping away before you can do much but return the quick kisses. But every time you think youve got him he pulls away again, nipping at your lower lip.
You growl a little, still trying without much success to get a proper kiss from him. Damn it John... you growl at him in between kisses, your arms tightening around him. Its infuriating how you cant seem to get him to stay still for just half a moment so you can kiss him, and the warmth of his body pressed so close to yours is driving you just a little bit crazy.
You smirk at him as you feel his hand reach the clasp of your bra, his fingers attempting to unhook it. Its just a simple pair of hooks, but he seems to be having quite a bit of trouble figuring out how to work the clasp. You consider reaching back to help him with it, then it snaps apart with a quiet snick
As John steps back, looking thoroughly happy and triumphant over the small victory, you keep the straps of your bra sitting on your shoulders for a couple seconds, pushing away the sudden shyness thats attacking you. But come on, this is John youre talking about. You shouldnt be nervous around your matesprit. You let the bra fall after a moment, leaving you completely barechested in front of him. Whatever embarrassment you had earlier fades away gradually, and you offer him a tentative smile.
After a few seconds, you realize that hes staring. You move forward a little bit, reaching out to gently take his shoulders, pulling him towards you until hes standing only a couple inches away from you.
Are you okay? You grin at him, giving him a quick kiss. I know we arent a whole lot like humans in a lot of ways, but Im pretty sure were not that different. With a quick wink, your arms wrap around his waist, pulling him further in until your hips are lightly pressed against his. You lean up to press your lips to his again, gently running your tongue across his lower lip.
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John: Kiss somewhere other than the lips for a change...
You remain entranced until you feel gentle hands rest upon your shoulders, guiding you closer. When you hear her voice you finally look back into her eyes, returning the quick kiss and allowing a rather large grin to spread across your face. With a flirtatious wink she pulls you into her again and you shudder at the sensation of her tongue gliding across your lip. You hold her tightly in return, enjoying the feeling of her bare, soft chest against yours as you press into her body.
"I... I'm definitely okay. You have no idea how completely and utterly okay I am..." You assure her, stroking her hair and her horns as you draw her into another deep, impassioned kiss. In the midst of the heated embrace, you let your hands slide down to her hips. You then lift her off her feet in a manner that encourages her to support herself by wrapping her legs around you. You then carry her to the bed, dropping her onto the soft mattress which springs up and down against the sudden force of a body being laid onto it. You take a moment to admire her from your standing position, her hair pooling around her in beautiful, fluid strands. She was an a divine sight to behold, much like a legendary piece of artwork. You wanted to personally thank each cell and molecule that had a part in holding such a lovely form together. Eventually you lean over her, reaching a finger out to gently and teasingly run along the bottom of her right breast.
"Humans have these too. I've uh... just never seen any up close and certainly never touched any... I apologize for staring, but it's just because yours are absolutely fantastic." You utter softly, grinning as you begin to climb over her body, soon ending up face to face with her again and losing yourself in her eyes full of love and excitement. "Youarerather different, though... You're far and away more beautiful than any human I've ever seen. But Vriska, even if you had a body totally contrary to that of a human, I'd still love you unquestionably..."
You lower yourself into another fiery kiss, letting your hand grip at her breast tightly. You loved finally being able to touch her like this without any clothing dulling the sensitivity, but you were interested in touching her breasts with more than just your hands... Your lips part from hers, raining short kisses down her jaw and neck before stopping at her collarbone to run your teeth across the skin around it. You waste very little time there, however, and continue down further. It's hard to stop from trembling with excitement when your face is now directly next to her flawless breasts, but you contain yourself as you grip one in your hand, guiding the nipple to your lips as you flick your tongue out over it. Your eyes glance up for a reaction before pressing your lips against the hardening nipple, taking it into your mouth completely. Your tongue begins to thoroughly work itself around in strong circles until you bite down on it with your teeth. You hold back some until you see her response, as you're still testing the waters regarding what 'rough' means. You hum lightly, letting the light vibrations of your mouth help enhance the intimate moment.
You bring your lips off her body for a moment, gazing up towards her face. "...More?"
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Vriska: Give John another reminder
Feeling his hand running through your hair, you press closer to him, shivering a little at the brush of his hand against your horns. You more than happily return the kiss, looping your arms around his neck in order to keep him as close as possible. His hands move down past your hips and lift you up, forcing you to hook your legs around his waist to keep yourself upright. You rest your head on his shoulder for the duration of the short trip to the bed, keeping yourself firmly latched to him until he drops you.
You land on the bed with a soft thump, your already wild hair fanning out around you. Looking up at him, you cant help but smile at the look on his face. Your arms come up and wrap around him again as he leans down over you. You suck in a quick breath, feeling a warm finger brush against the lower curve of your breast. Before, it had felt good when hed touched your breasts through the fabric of whatever shirt you were wearing. Now when the finger runs along the sensitive skin, you grin at him, a little amused by his excuse for staring. You hadnt expected to hear it, but it feels nice nonetheless to know that he likes what he sees.
You tilt your head up a little to meet him in a kiss with a smile, biting down lightly on his lower lip. When he starts to pull away you release his lip, letting your head retreat back into the softness of the bed.
As his lips trail down your jaw to your neck and collarbone, your heartbeat speeds up exponentially. By the time hes gotten to your breast, your heart is thumping against your ribs so hard you wonder it isnt audible by now. The light brush of his tongue over the slightly blue nipple sends another shiver through you. You look down at John to see him looking up at you for a moment before returning to your breast.
You feel his lips on your breast again, then his tongue running its way around it, then his teeth clamping down. Your hands automatically tighten on his shoulders, clenching down with a soft gasp. Something buzzes gently into his light grip on your nipple, sending small shocks of pleasure through your already partially hazy mind. You take a somewhat shaky breath, pressing up against him the slightest bit more.
Suddenly the vibration stops. Why did it stop? It feels amazing beyond possibility, why did it have to stop? After a moment you realize hes looking up at you asking you if you want more. What kind of silly question is that? Of course you want more, his lips might just be the best thing youve ever felt, whether on your own lips or on other parts of your body.
You let one of your hands travel down to ruffle his hair affectionately. I love how you still think you have to ask me for permission, you say with a grin. Your legs wrap around him again from behind, pulling him just a little closer. Lets just go on the assumption that the answer is always yes. Really. Whatever you want to do, just do it. Its your call.
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John: Do away with Vriska's last pesky bit of clothing
You chuckle softly at Vriska's response and react by moving back up her body, grabbing both of her hands in yours and pushing them over her head somewhat forcefully. There's an almost feral look in your eyes as you brush your lips against hers tauntingly before pulling back. "I wasn't asking you for permission. I was asking if you liked it. Now I'm not acompleteidiot. Your body language says you do, but I like hearing your voice..." You finally kiss her deeply, grinding your hips against her as you do, eliciting a small moan from your throat. You release one of her hands to return attention to her breast, kneading and massaging it while occasionally pinching the nipple between your fingers.
When you withdraw from the kiss you look into her eyes once once again, smirking wickedly. "Though... I suppose I shouldn't just be prompting you for a response like that. I'll have to make you more vocal with action instead..."
You kiss back down to her breasts again to resume feasting upon them. You give the other some focus this time, taking as much of the soft flesh into your mouth as you can. You assault her nipple with a frenzy of sucking motions, licks and bites while your hand tries to please the other, occasionally humming your throat to produce more vibration. After a minute or so you switch between them again as if you just could not bear to see either superb breast go unloved for too long. It really was quite a thrill to have such a wondrous chest at your fingertips, enough so that you feel like despite your fierce arousal you could probably spend all night attacking them. Suddenly you give a rather harsh bite on the nipple, gazing up to her as you do. She had requested rough. You wanted her to have it.
You weren't going to settle on just pleasing her breasts, though, and you gather your courage for the next course of action. The hand you weren't using for stability over her body began to slowly trace down the random patterns in her skin until reaching her hips. Thoroughly, you rub your fingers between her legs against the fabric of her panties. The sudden rush of heat upon your hand is almost overwhelming. God, she was excited. You were as well, though that was a bit more visibly obvious. You swore your heart was going to burst through your chest just knowing Vriska was below you, burning hot and ready and waiting. With a deep breath you grasp the band of her panties and slowly guide them down her legs. Once they were off you kneel back to take in the sight of her fully nude form.
"Vriska... you're... wow..." You mutter, unable to really gather any more meaningful words together as your face flushes profusely. If you weren't as hard as a rock before you certainly were now...
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Vriska: Rid John of the rest of his clothes
You offer no resistance as Johns fingers tangle with yours and push your hands up above your head, widening your already considerable grin. Admittedly, hes doing better than you originally thought he might. You lean forward again, trying once more to keep your lips attached to his, a tiny growl bubbling up again. Then he finally gives you the kiss you got a preview of a moment ago, his hips rubbing up against yours. The small sound he makes only gets you more excited, and you bump your hips against his in return. The pressure on one of your hands disappears, to instead relocate to toy with one of your breasts, each of the intermittent pinches making you groan a little into the kiss.
After the kiss breaks you draw back a little into the covers, grinning up in return to his smirk. I dont think Id object to any of your actions, you reply, stealing one more light kiss before he moves back down to start again on your breasts. The attention hes lovingly giving to both of them is enough to have you gasping within a minute, your free hand going down to comb not quite gently through his hair, if only just to let out the restlessness that youre fighting. A particularly hard bite on one of your nipples makes you jump a little in surprise, stifling a yelp.
You fight back several shivers that run through you as his hand moves down your body in strange patterns. He brushes against several sensitive areas on your skin in the process, making you twitch slightly a couple times. And as if that isnt enough, the hand slips between your legs, starting to rub. Despite your best efforts to not react too strongly, you cant help squirming a little under him, letting out a long groan as heat comes rushing to your lower half impossibly fast.
The hand moves again, too soon, and comes to rest on the band of your panties, curling around it and pulling away your last bit of clothing. When you feel them around your ankles you kick them off to the side, glancing back up at John with an almost completely blue face. Without the panties on, you look, surprisingly, the same as a human, save the grey, perfectly smooth skin, and youre already a little wet from the attention his fingers were just giving you. You feel a little more blood rise to your face, though you dont take your eyes off him for a moment. On the bright side, he seems to be blushing just as much as you are.
Sitting up from where you were lying on the bed, you mirror his kneeling position, letting your hands move forward to run lightly over his chest. Wow? You grin at him, leaning forward to press your lips to his lightly. You are so beyond adorable its just so... You hesitate for a moment, your hands creeping down a little to trace across his stomach. What about you? Moving forward a little, you lightly press your now exposed hips against him again, feeling the hardness beneath the fabric of his boxers.
Slowly, you hook your fingers on the waistband of his boxers and tug down a little. You look back up at him, then take a small, quick breath and push them down altogether.
You give yourself a moment to take him in, staring down at him like youve never seen a human bulge before. ...Well, you havent seen one before, human or troll. You arent sure what standard youre supposed to compare him to, but from your point of view he looks big.
My turn, I guess...wow. You offer a slight laugh, moving your hands back up to rub gentle circles on his shoulders. Its not even fair how much I love you... You pull him into another kiss suddenly, mashing your lips against his and pressing against him, wrapping him tightly in your arms.
You pull away again after several seconds, keeping a couple inches of space between your face and his. Just in case you didnt know, you add on as an afterthought, giving him a soft smile.
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John: Eagerly explore the naked Troll
You continue to stare in awe at Vriska's completely exposed body. Everything in your mind is foggy, and time seems to grind to a halt. For a girl whose mind control powers didn't work on humans, you're certain you would literally do anything she asked at this moment. You tremble a bit with sheer excitement, especially at the sight of the moist, hairless folds between her legs. It seemed like a human woman's, but knowing Trolls don't give birth it likely had another use entirely. Kanaya had once offered to teach you about Troll biology but you politely declined the offer while blushing red as a tomato. There was no way that conversation wouldn't have been extremely uncomfortable. Though because you didn't take that opportunity you didn't really know what to expect while undressing Vriska. It wasn't that you wouldn't accept and love her for however she was different, you just wanted to be able to please her as much as possible. Now that it looked as if you two would be... compatible, so many concerns were out the window and you could just now focus on making her groan with delight.
You only break free of your mesmerized state when she sits up against you, seemingly amused by your so very eloquent reaction. You grin as she compliments you, and shiver as her hand glides across your skin. Then she moves her hips against yours and you exhale as if you hadn't been breathing for the last two minutes. Actually, you might not have been now that you think about it. She seems to wish to return the favor of being undressed and you can't even really form the right words at the moment. Yes, yes please. Those would probably be the ones, but you just manage a weak nod. Then in one motion she pulls your boxers down your hips and to your knees. You swallow heavily as she looks at your shaft which was happily standing at full attention for her as the tip shined lightly with a small amount of fluid. You're not sure if you can blush any more but you feel your face get even hotter as she stares. You were sitting naked with Vriska Serket. You've never dreamed anything as amazing as this. How could it possibly be real?
She echoes the opinion you had given of her and you laugh along with her, letting your hands reach out to grasp her hips tightly. Her following words cause a deliriously warm feeling to rush throughout your entire body and you return her kiss with equal ferocity, growling into it as you do. You hold her tight against you and god help you if you ever let her go. When she pauses to speak once more, you stare into her eyes with a look of affection you've never had for anyone or anything before.
"Oh, I know... but hearing you say it will never stop making me feel like the luckiest guy in all of time and space. God, Vriska, I love you so much... I can't put it into words... So, hopefully I can prove it to you..." You utter softly, pulling her back into the kiss. Amidst the passion of your bodies pressing together you slip a hand between them and down to the junction of her legs. Soon her engorged lower lips are at your fingertips and the mere sensation of touching them causes you to moan into the kiss. You decide, however, that you would quite like to see it as well, so you gradually lower Vriska onto her back again and pull away from the kiss after letting it linger on for some time.
You shoot her a handsome smirk as if to say you're going to explore now, and you move yourself further down after finally kicking off the boxers which had still lingered at your knees. Her legs part instinctively upon touching her again and you're now given a much better view of her exquisite folds. "Every part of you is so impossibly beautiful..." You say with great sincerity in your voice as you part them with one hand and insert a couple of fingers with the other.
"Geez, you're so hot and wet... incredible." You continue with a tone of genuine fascination. Your exploring fingers curl upward against her walls, looking for any particular spot or position that might make her cry out in particular. You then take notice of the nub of flesh that is her clit and move in until you're close enough to press your lips around it. You begin to let your tongue work at it for a bit before trapping it between your teeth and you let out a pleased groan while gazing up to gauge her reaction once again. Eventually you slip your tongue inside her as much as possible, licking roughly against her insides while still thoroughly pumping your fingers as well. Realistically, you weren't sure what to make of the taste, but knowing it was hers made it absolutely delicious. Still, as this was going on your unattended cock throbbed against the soft bedsheets. You knew you couldn't wait much longer to be inside of her...
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Vriska: Attempt and fail to tell John just how much of an effect hes having on you
You return to the kiss without any complaint whatsoever, enjoying the warmth of his body pressed against yours. One of his hands worms its way between you, traveling downward, coming to a stop between your legs. His fingers brush lightly against you, making you shiver a little and press closer to him. As he starts to move you backwards and down, your arms tighten around him, making sure he comes down with you.
Once youre again lying on your back and he pulls out of the kiss, you release your grip on him, letting him move down. The sensation of his hand between your legs again makes you spread them without even realizing it, settling them on either side of him. You hear the first few words coming from him, but as you feel his fingers slip into you his voice kind of just turns into a blur of noise, and you stiffen suddenly with a sharp gasp at the strange sensation of his fingers inside you.
You relax again after a second, letting yourself adjust to the feeling. As his fingers start to move, hitting a particularly sensitive spot, you let out a whimper, a distinctive shiver running through your body. Feeling his lips close around your clit, your legs tighten around him in surprise, your hips moving up a little to press closer to him. The gentle bite is enough to make you do half a crunch with a groan, relaxing again only when he releases the sensitive flesh from his teeth.
Another surprised groan forces its way out of you as the softness of his tongue finds its way into you, rubbing against your inner walls. His tongue combined with his fingers moving in and out stirs something inside of you that feels unfamiliar but so incredibly good. Your hands move down to latch onto his hair, holding onto it more to occupy your hands than anything else. The feeling thats slowly building inside of you is starting to scare you a little, so you move back from his lips and fingers, moving your hands to his shoulders and bringing him back up to eye level with you. You can feel his length pressing against you, pulsing the slightest bit, and right now youd like nothing more than to feel it somewhere other than pressed against your leg.
John...I dont know much about any of this...and youre so far beyond amazing I dont even know how to describe it...but before we go further...I just want you to know that...well, you said this was your first time...and this is kind of my first time too...so Im nervous as hell and I'm probably doing a terrible job of telling you...but I know that I want you more than anything else. You pull him into a kiss, and you can taste yourself on his lips, sharp and strange. Pulling away again, you give him a sly grin. Maybe you can cover up for your awkwardness by finally getting to the point and telling him what you want. Now are you going to get on with it and do it already? Your hips rock up again, rubbing lightly against him, encouraging him to keep going.
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John: Do it already
Vriska's gasps and groans as your tongue eagerly investigates her tight passage were like a majestic symphony, and you'd gladly lick her all night if it meant more. You were honestly astonished that you could make a girl respond in such a vocal manner, but your instincts were thankfully treating you very well tonight. You really wanted nothing more than to make her happy. To give her everything you had to offer. However, as you continue you suddenly notice her pull back and guide you back up her body until once again your eyes are connected. You were briefly confused, wondering if you had done something wrong, but there's still a look of love and passion in her gaze that suggests just the opposite.
Her words are a bit aimless, but hearing her voice her desire for you fills you with an energy and need unlike any other. How a girl as spectacular as Vriska could ever wantyoumore than anything is still a strange thought, but certainly one that brought you to the heights of happiness. It was a good thing she had stopped talking for the moment to kiss you, because you would have done so otherwise. Curiously you wonder how she feels about tasting herself on your lips, but the kiss is just as strong and fervent as ever. Eventually her lips part from yours and she offers you a sexy smile which would melt the hardest permafrost. She then follows with some words that please you in an unimaginable way. They sounded impatient and restless and so very much like the Vriska you loved. There was no other way you would have expected or wanted her to say it. You gasp lightly at the feeling of her hips pushing against you and you respond with a grin before pressing her lips to hers again. While you lock her into a heated kiss your body begins to shift over hers a bit. You then reach down between the two of you and grip your shaft, positioning it at her warm, slick entrance. You pull back from the kiss but only just enough to where your eyes are able to lock onto hers yet still keeping your faces close enough to breath the same air. Once you're there, your hand returns back to her side while the other moves behind her back to hold her against you as well as help support yourself.
You then push in, parting her moist walls with your steeled member. Immediately you're gasping out at the sudden tightness and heat surrounding you, but you keep your sapphire eyes full of lust and devotion on her, not even looking away for a moment as you journey further. You keep a watch for any severe discomfort in her expression or voice, just in case it hurts her more than anticipated, but as you continue you get no indication that you should stop. Your arms surround her strongly, holding her with a solid grip until you reach your hilt, your tip brushing against her inner edge as if she was made to support you specifically.
Your heart pounds in a frenzy and you take a deep, rugged breath as you take a moment to enjoy being completely inside Vriska, reveling in the shared loss of virginity. It was a heavenly sensation and you never wanted to leave. Your lips brush against hers ever so lightly as you whisper, "I've wanted to be inside you since the moment I saw you, Vriska... It's more amazing than I ever could have imagined..."
You initiate a powerful kiss as you begin to draw yourself out almost all the way to the tip, then you thrust back into her with a sharp force while biting down on her lower lip. A groan from your throat vibrates against her lips as you drive all the way inside once again, your hands clutching her body with substantial strength. Any impression that you might be aiming for sweet and gentle was now gone, and you shudder at the sheer ecstasy flowing through your veins. Attentions you had given to yourself in the past via your hand now seemed like a pale, offensive imitation of the true pleasure you were feeling now.
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Vriska: Wonder just how much hes capable of
You find yourself pulled into another kiss almost as soon as you make your request, and you eagerly return it, coming up just short of attacking Johns tongue with yours. You feel his hand move down and then something coming to rest between your legs, ready to enter. If you had imagined this earlier you would have been so much more nervous than you are now. But now, instead of being nervous in the least, all you want is for him to push forward and, like you said, do it already. Somehow you start to pull back from the kiss at the same time he does, locking your eyes onto his. You arent sure exactly what your expression looks like, but you assume it looks fairly similar to what youre seeing on his face, namely, raw passion and desire. You press up against him at the slight urging of the hand that slips behind your back, watching him steadily while you wait.
Then he shifts on you slightly, and suddenly hes inside you, pushing forward, slowly pushing further in. Your hands automatically clench on his shoulders and you let out a breathless groan, feeling yourself contract around him as he enters. It's painful, but you've felt pain before, and this is nothing compared to other things you've felt. Besides, this is a good pain. You keep your eyes firmly locked on his, clinging tightly to him as he slowly pushes further into until you feel his hips against yours, indicating that hes fully and completely sheathed in you. At the same time you feel him brush against something deep inside of you, having reached your limit as well.
You happily receive the light kiss with a smile, letting your grip on him loosen just a little as you get used to the feeling of having him inside you. The idea that he could have wanted this even from the time you accidentally walked in on his entrance youll dont think youll ever be able to wrap your head around, but you dont really need to understand it. All you need is to keep him here, just like this.
Returning the kiss, you hold him tighter against yourself as you feel him start to withdraw, drawing back almost completely. Then he suddenly thrusts forward forcefully, burying himself in you again with a bite to your lip. It's not so much painful as sudden and unimaginably pleasurable. Taken by surprise, you let out a cry against his lips, your back arching off the bed just a little bit.
After a moment you slowly relax again, pulling back from the kiss. You realize that youre breathing heavily, still holding onto him like your life depends on it. You arent quite ready to let go of him yet, but you do manage to offer him a smile.
You, Egbert, are just too perfect for your own good, you know that? You offer him another light kiss before letting your head rest on his shoulder, closing your eyes contentedly for several seconds. Really. Youre amazing. You place a careful, gentle kiss on his neck, letting your fangs drag lightly over the skin as you pull back to gaze into his eyes, losing yourself yet again in those beautiful, bright blue eyes. And you know what? you add, pulling his face down until theres less than an inch separating your lips from his. You stay in that position for just a couple seconds before giving him a small kiss, releasing him again. I think you can do even better.
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John: Attempt to be in control
You relish every lively cry from her lips and a part of you wishes someone else could hear it. You took pride that you could bring Vriska Serket to such heights of pleasure that even she would lose control, but ultimately you were the only one who trulyneededto hear it. She proceeds to offer you some very encouraging words while placing soft kisses upon your lips and pleasurably dragging fangs along your neck and you find it hard to believe anyone could consider you perfect. "If I'm perfect it's because you make me that way..." You reply as you emit a slight moan as her walls constrict around your throbbing shaft. The feeling of her nails along your skin was intoxicating, and you briefly arch your back at their command. A slight laugh comes from you at her final statement, staring into her eyes with a rather curious expression.
"Is that so..." You utter contemplatively. Without much warning you draw out and pound into her again, grunting as you do. Between a few heavy breaths, you continue, "Sounds like something the bossy Troll I know would say..."
Your body shifts again as you grip her wrists, wrenching them above her head as you lock your legs around hers in a position that serves to immobilize her. You knew she wasn't weak, but neither were you. Not anymore. You had confidence that you could keep her where you wanted if necessary. You resume your thrusts into her, equal parts long, quick and hard, with small growls accompanying each one. That feeling of pure bliss built up further with every heavy motion into her, and it just urged you to continue.
"You were quite happy telling me what to do two years ago. I was happy do follow your every order... but..." You lean down, pressing your chest into her breasts as you quickly bite at her neck during a particularly rough thrust, following by tilting your lips to her ear. "You're mine tonight..."
Your lips find hers again, capturing them with intensity and welcoming her tongue with yours while your hands tighten your grip on her wrists. Another heavy plunge into her tight passage is quickly followed by another. You make sure to bottom out every time, and you moan against her lips hungry for more. After some time your lips part and you're nearly panting. Your eyes stare into hers with a half-lidded look of carnal infatuation and you speak with a husky tone. "Though... if there is something you really want from me... Beg for it... and maybe I'll oblige." You add with a rather fiendish smirk. Would Vriska Serket ever beg for anything? You'd have to admit it would be quite a turn on. You're still not sure where this side of you came from, but you're quite glad it revealed itself.
You finally release her hands as you push yourself up, shifting again until you're sitting on your bent legs above her. It was a spectacular view of her flawless body, and the thrill of watching yourself disappear into her completely was unmatched. Your arms, having gained some length over the past couple years, reach down and grip her heaving breasts, kneading them between your palms and digging your fingers into the incredibly soft flesh while you continue impaling her with your entire length.
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Vriska: Let someone else take control for once
You listen to the reply to your last statement, just enjoying the sound of Johns voice. Then he pulls back and slams in again, shaking the bed with the force of the sudden movement. It sends another pleasurable shock through you, but you manage to contain the feeling in a gasp, your hands clenching down on him again as you feel him settle back into you, fitting perfectly inside you as if you had literally been made for each other.
You feel him move again, and suddenly your hands are pushed roughly above your head and held there by your wrists, his legs twining around yours, making it nearly impossible to move. You could pull away if you wanted to...maybe. His grip feels like it might actually be strong enough to keep you in place even if you tried to move. But you dont want to try to move. You take quick, shallow breaths as he continues, grunting a little every time he drives back into you, bringing back that strange feeling inside of you thats slowly starting to build up again.
A slight smile curves your lips as you listen to him remind you of how easily you manipulated him two years ago while he was playing the game, and how he actually did running around doing everything you told him to do. Another hard thrust brings you back to the present with a long groan, and an thrill runs through you at his next words. It feels surprisingly exciting to not be in control for once, and youd quite happily agree to belonging to him for the night.
You start to reply, then youre cut off abruptly by his lips coming down on yours, wiping all memory of what you were going to say from your mind as you part your lips to let your tongue escape and wrestle with his. The tightened grip on your wrists goes unnoticed for the most part as the thrusts continue, using just the right amount of force to make you groan softly into the kiss. You lean forward to keep his lips against yours for as long as possible as he pulls away, locking your eyes onto his again. Just the expression on his face is enough to make you want so much more, and you laugh softly at his suggestion. You would certainly be very impressed if hed ever be able to make you beg for anything. It just makes you wonder if he could...and if he could, how he would.
When the hands on your wrists disappear, along with most of his weight on you, you look up at him, your newly freed hands moving down a little to grasp handfuls of the bedcovers on either side of you. You feel his hands come down on your breasts, gripping them almost painfully, and you let out a small yelp in surprise.
You just lie there for a few seconds, just reveling in the feeling of him pounding into you and toying with your breasts, letting the pleasure inside of you slowly build up to more. Your hands creep slowly up to grasp his upper arms after a few moments, pulling him down a little. At the same time you lean up, grabbing his shoulders to pull him back down to the bed with you. You can feel your legs trembling a little, whether from excitement or from something else entirely you cant tell.
You pull him closer, nails digging into his shoulders with the effort. The demand that then comes out is almost instinctive, as if it isn't just you that wants more, it's the sensation that's still building in you, wanting more and more until it's satisfied. M-more... you whisper into his ear, your voice shaking the slightest bit.
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John: Make her beg
Your head arches back with a hoarse groan as the intense pleasure of plunging into Vriska begins to overwhelm you. Your hands continue to vigorously torment her perfect breasts and you don't really return to reality until you feel her hands begin to pull at your arms. A part of you wanted to deny her drawing you back down, but it's hard to resist the fervent need to press your body against hers again. You follow her down, sucking in air through your teeth as her nails dig into your shoulders, allowing a bit of fiercely arousing pain to shoot through you. The way she's trembling beneath you is such a wonderful response to your actions thus far, and it's hard to hold back doing the same when you're feeling so consumed by excitement and passion.
Briefly, you bury your face into her shoulder as you slam into her a few more times and you hear her whisper a simple yet amazingly powerful word into your ear. Never had a single syllable affected you so severely and just hearing it sent a wave of pleasure throughout your body. Vriska Serket pleading for more of you would be something you'd remember forever, and you certainly wanted her to have it. You wanted to give her everything you had to offer. Your lips begin to plant tender kisses and bites along her neck and shoulder as your thrusts begin to come quicker but with still a substantial force. Eventually you return your lips to hers, kissing her with an ardent need while your movements cause you to grunt, growl and moan into her mouth.
When the long, hungry kiss finally breaks your eyes flutter back open to see that at this point your glasses were now fogging up to a ridiculous degree. You take a quick moment to wipe them clean before clutching her back with one hand and her hip with the other, helping guide their motions. The heat between your bodies was astounding and between that and your heavy movements helping to penetrate Vriska fully you were beginning to form a nice sweat, coating your body with a rather attractive shine.
"I never want to stop fucking you..." You whisper to her somewhat suddenly between deep, ragged breaths. You feel as if those words had just left you without even a thought, and you can only hope she isn't put off at all by the sheer bluntness of it. It's not a genuine concern, knowing her as you do, but you never wanted to mistakenly give off the impression that sex was all she meant to you, no matter how spectacular it was.
The ecstasy was building up exponentially by the second and you knew it wouldn't be long now until you reached climax. You wouldn't be able to forgive yourself if you finished without making her come, so you slow your movements to make your approach more manageable. The hand upon her hip releases it to run up her body until it reaches her hair, digging through from behind and gripping her forked horn as you sharply pull her into another rough kiss. You decide to let the slowed movements play into the more controlling persona you had adopted earlier, knowing that any reduction in speed or force could disappoint her. You just had to find the right methods to help bring her closer to the edge without stumbling over it yourself first.
When the kiss breaks, you tug at her lip with your teeth briefly before gazing into her eyes expectantly. "I think... you still want more... So let me hear just how much..."
The hand that had been caressing her horn moves between your burning bodies, eventually reaching the tip of her passage. Your fingers then begin to rub against her clit with a definite purpose, hoping to draw her as close to the peak as possible. Your cock feels just about ready to burst as it throbs against her tight walls, thicker than ever with arousal.
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Vriska: Completely lose any sense of free will
You feel Johns movements start to speed up, and when he eventually brings his lips back to yours, you return the kiss, greedily biting at his lower lip every few seconds, your own gasps and groans mingling with his between kisses. You open your eyes to a pair of very cloudy glasses, and you cant help grinning a little at him as he wipes them. Lifting yourself up a little to allow his hand to slide under your back, you fit perfectly against him, your body moving in perfect sync with his under his guidance. Looking back up at him, you take a moment to just stare at him, admiring everything from the glasses perched on his nose to the slight sheen of sweat covering his body. A single thought floats into your mind, he's perfect. Absolutely, completely perfect.
The words he suddenly whispers to you, even though they sound like they were rushed and not entirely thought through, sound like one of the most wonderful ideas youve ever heard. You certainly wouldnt mind doing this forever, and your mind never even touches upon the idea that he might only want you for sex, and its definitely not a course your mind ever took. But youve already fallen for him so hard that its impossible to even imagine not loving him for every single perfect part of him, sex or no sex.
You notice his thrusts start to slow down a little, though the force behind them remains enough to pull little gasps from you every time he drives into you again, and you wonder if he's getting tired or if you did something wrong, various scenarios running through your mind before his traveling hand interrupts your thoughts. You shiver the slightest bit as his hand creeps from your hip all the way up to your hair, and you let out a low groan as his hand reaches your hair, grabbing the sensitive horn and dragging you into a kiss. Returning the kiss eagerly, you let your lips part, bringing your fangs down to just brush his tongue before you pull away again.
Your eyes widen a little at his next words, almost a little out of amusement that he still thinks he could make you beg for anything.
Apparently youre the one whos going to be proven wrong here. You emit a gasp as you feel his fingers start to rub against your clit, your arms tightening suddenly around him as he brings you closer and closer to your limit. You start to move under him, bringing your hips up as well as you can to meet his, just aching for that moment of release.
More... you whisper again, feeling yourself constrict again around him, waiting for it to happen. J-just a l-little more...p-please, John... Your face turns a deep blue as you realize what you just said, without even noticing it. But at this point, in the heat of the moment, you dont care what you have to say for him to give you that one extra push to send you over. You pull him into a deep kiss, your hands moving to the back of his neck to hold him there until you pull away again, staring directly into his eyes, your expression pleading for just that little bit more.
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John: Give her a little more and lose all rational thought
As your fingers continue to massage her clit, her needful words caress your ears with a pleasant smoothness. She blushes beautifully, seemingly unaware that she was truly that desperate for release, and you grin with a sense of triumph. There was no doubt that you were literally the only person to ever hear such words from Vriska Serket and surely you'd remain the only one. At least, you hoped you would be. Now experiencing such a passionate moment with her made it just that much harder to ever imagine her doing it with anyone else. You had told her you'd understand if she ever had to find a kismesis and do everything such a relationship entails, but... what you were doing with her now felt like more than just sex. You loved her so much and you had never felt closer to anyone. You knew it was foolish to expect her to follow your race's standards of romance, but there was a part of you that hoped that just maybe she could care for you enough to never feel the need to fill that other quadrant.
Another deep kiss reminds you that wasn't anything to worry about right now. You could feel her walls tightening around you while her hips squirmed in attempt to draw herself even closer to the edge. When the kiss breaks and you look into her eyes once again you were excited at the desperate need in them, not satisfied with only words begging you for more. You wouldn't say it, but you were quite thankful she did as you asked because you were just as close as she was. You allow the hand upon her back to resume guiding her, gripping her tightly as your thrusts regain speed.
"As you wish..." You whisper as you place a soft kiss upon her lips, your face blushing further. You weren't sure if you were inadvertently slipping in a movie reference at a rather inappropriate time or if you genuinely just felt that was the right thing to say, but the odds on the former were high. As much progress as you had made being mature and sexy, you still were a complete dork at heart.
The intense pleasure was on the rise once again, and your breaths and grunts were taking a much more ragged form. It was getting hard to think about anything other than pounding into her. Nothing else even existed right now except for Vriska and the bed that supported your bodies. With every passing moment you feel more exhilarated, and the sensation somehow keeps growing even when each previous moment seems impossibly good already. Your fingers cease tormenting her clit and return to strongly grip at her side, pulling her into you with every hard impaling motion; Each one making your tip brush against the limit of her passage. Your lips collide with hers again in a few sloppy, aimless kisses and beads of sweat slowly begin to roll down your chin. However, knowing you're so close causes you to quickly halt any further attempts at kisses to lock your gaze onto hers, knowing you had to see her as you both reached the edge. Then it hits you like a wave crashing against the shoreline, and there was no hope of holding back any longer. Your entire body begins to shudder like your very center is the source of an immense earthquake.
"Oh god... Vriska..." You moan out as you push all the way inside. Your bulging cock quickly erupts with stream after stream of hot seed, coating her insides. You offer a few more heavy thrusts in order to allow her gripping center to milk you for every last drop. The sheer ecstasy of your climax was unlike any you had ever felt before and you swear you see stars behind your eyes. If a dimension of pure, unfiltered pleasure existed then this was the portal to it, and you can only pray hers is just as wonderful.
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Vriska: Finally let go
You feel him grant your request instantly, his movements speeding up again, bringing you even closer to the edge with a short, whispered phrase that you recognize vaguely from one of the human movies everyone used to watch. You smile softly to yourself at the reference; apparently even in bed the adorable nerdiness doesn't leave him. The small kiss he gives you sends a shiver down your spine, even with that small touch. You allow the hand on your back to guide you, pressing closer to him as your hips start to move even more against him, trying to find the best angle possible to maximize your pleasure.
You let out a pent-up breath as his fingers leave your clit to instead grab onto your side again to help him keep slamming into you, somehow impossibly managing to brush up against you every time, bringing out half-formed groans from you with each thrust. Johns lips brush against yours briefly several times, and you lean up the slightest bit to meet them, letting your lips mash against his a little wildly. Your teeth catch his lower lip in between them, careful not to cut him again but biting down on it a little before releasing it again. Then hes pulling away, and your eyes meet his, seeing your own expression mirrored on his face. You dont need to have crazy weird telepathic powers to know that youve both reached your breaking point.
His body starts to shake before he gives a particularly hard thrust, and you feel him erupt inside you, ejecting his seed deep within your body. The last few thrusts finally push you over the edge, and the building pleasure inside you suddenly snaps. With a noise thats somewhere between a scream and a heavy sigh, you let your own climax rush through you, sending a powerful shudder through your body as your juices spill out around him, along with a feeling of complete, utter bliss. Somewhere in the midst of it, you hear yourself gasp out his name between ragged, uneven breaths, your hands clamping down hard where they had settled on his back, nails digging little crescent-shaped marks into his skin as the waves of pleasure crash through your body.
After a few glorious seconds, the sensation ends, leaving you with your arms wrapped tightly around him, your body trembling in the afterglow, half from excitement and half from exhaustion. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears and against his body, loud and fast, as your breathing starts to even out a little. It takes another several seconds before you trust your voice enough to try to talk. Even then, your voice sounds a little unsteady to you.
I dont know what the hell you felt just then, you murmur softly, pulling him a little closer, But for me...that was amazing, John... You let your voice trail off into a contented silence, unclenching your hands from where theyre digging into his back, letting your forehead rest comfortably against his, gazing up at him with an expression of love and affection just for him that youd never let anyone else in any universe see.
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John: Suggest repeat performances
You're delighted to soon feel Vriska reach her peak as you do, culminating in a shared orgasm that felt unreal. Her body spasms around you while her juices flow and mix with your own. The screaming out in ecstasy and the call of your name were fantastic additions to the warm feeling inside you and you don't stop pumping into her until you're certain you're both spent. You maintain your tight hold on her for a few long moments, just basking in the closeness of your bodies after a fantastic climax. Hearts pound against shaking bodies and slick skin as you breathe heavily and attempt to calm yourself. No surprise that you find it to be a very difficult task.
You feel her pull at you yet again, and the words she utters with shaky breath cause you to blush more thoroughly than you already were. Nothing made you happier than knowing you were the reason she felt so amazing right now. The only thing you wanted to accomplish today was to make her feel special, and it seemed you had been successful. Your forehead rests against hers, enjoying the loving look in her eyes while returning one of your own.
"It was unlike anything I've ever felt before... It was incredible.You'reincredible." You whisper to her in a similarly hoarse tone before tilting your head and pressing into her lips. You offer her a soft, sweet kiss with the slightest brushing of the tongue. When you pull your lips away you take another moment to take her in, still completely amazed that she's yours. The hand that was upon her hip rises to her cheek, giving it a gentle caress as you fail to shake the immense smile upon your face.
"You look so unbelievably beautiful and sexy right now... I mean... you always do but, right now is just..." You trail off, not even really sure how to word it in a way that makes sense. "I love you, Vriska..."
Finally your body seems to be calming, but you're still fully erect inside of her as if you flat out refused to let go of the sensation of her surrounding you completely. Like a warm bath you just wanted to stay in it and relax forever. You're not entirely certain how comfortable she is with your entire weight on her while being penetrated, so you reluctantly pull out, sighing pleasantly as you do.
As you sit back you watch as you exit her and a mixture of fluid drips from your shaft and leaks from her passage. You feel like you now know what the bucket is for, but you didn't have one and you mentally kick yourself for not even considering it. Of course it would be moot anyway as there would be no imperial drone to collect it and your "genetic material" probably wasn't compatible anyway. You lay down beside her, pulling her into your arms as you gaze lovingly into her eyes and give her a kiss with a bit more vigor this time.
"We uh... we should do that again sometime. Sometime soon. Very soon... and often... very often." You grin as you try and contain yourself at least a bit. However, you were a hormonal teenager and now having your first taste of sex it was likely going to be on your mind a lot now... You could only hope Vriska shared some of that enthusiasm.
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Vriska: Approve of suggestion
You happily return the slight kiss John gives you, smiling right back at him when the grin on his face doesnt show any sign of leaving anytime soon. Instinctively, your head tilts to the side, rubbing your cheek against the warmth of the hand against your skin. Your smile grows wider as he tries to compliment you but ends up just telling you what you already know.
And I love you, John, you murmur in reply, leaning up for a tiny kiss. Suddenly he starts to shift, and you feel him pull out of you. You let out a small sigh to match his, relaxing completely as he pulls out and the glorious feeling of having him inside you disappears. Having him on top of you limits your breathing a little, but the feeling of him in you, even just resting, is well worth the difficulty breathing.
You give a soft smile, moving closer to him as his arms wrap around you, enjoying his warmth. Your arms bend at the elbow, resting between your bodies, your fingers tracing lightly across his chest idly. Your legs tangle with his slightly, just for the sake of keeping him as close as possible as you eagerly return the offered kiss. His suggestion, you have to admit, sounds like a wonderful idea. You should probably tell him that.
I think thats not a bad idea, you reply with a grin, shifting a little to move closer to him. Very soon and very often sound like quite a good idea, actually. And its true. After what you experienced with him, youre fairly sure you definitely wouldnt mind at all doing this very soon and very often. Having his warmth so close to you like this so often would be nothing short of perfect. And you know what? you add, poking him lightly with a finger. I think very soon should come into effect...very soon.
I also think we need showers, you inform him, letting out a slight laugh. But maybe I could help a little with that...I find that you dont need showers for everything.... One of your hands comes up to lightly run a finger along the curve of his jaw, gently tapping the underside of his chin before you stand up off the bed, pulling him with you. You lean up for another kiss, pressing your lips lightly against his before pulling away ever so slightly, sliding down until youre kneeling on the ground, your face level with his cock. You give him a wink before extending your tongue and just barely brushing it along his length, licking some of your combined fluids off of him.
Looking back up at him, you offer him a sly grin before licking him again, this time closing your lips lightly around him for a moment, swirling your tongue around his tip before releasing him again. You lean back a little and return your eyes to his, searching him for any indication of how well youre doing or whether you should keep going.
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John: Hope very soon is very soon
Vriska's complete agreement with your suggestion only causes you to grin wider, if such a thing were even possible. Your cheeks were starting to hurt at this point with all this nonstop smiling, but there was no way to stop. You've never been this happy, and you swear you think your eyes were starting to water because of it. You just wanted to hold her tightly your arms and thank her. Thank her for existing. Thank her for giving you more pleasure than you could imagine. Thank her for loving you. You decided against it, because it would probably sound silly and pathetic. Instead, your expression speaks for you. A look of pure elation which only she could provide.
The gentle touches against your chest with her hand make you tremble once again. You loved when she touched you in sexy little ways like that, and the words she utters about 'very soon' being very soon are just what you wanted to hear. Though honestly you wanted her againright now, but very soon is acceptable. She adds that showers are probably a good idea, and you nod. Though, you couldn't say you were in any hurry to get her scent off you. It was rather arousing to know you were both slick with love for each other; A reminder of the fantastic thing that had just occurred.
She keeps speaking, however, claiming that the shower might not be entierly necessary and soon you're being pulled off the bed. You return the kiss she offers with pleasure, though she doesn't keep her lips on yours for long. You try to lean in to capture them again, but she's already moving down your body. "Hey, where are you-" You begin with a smirk until she stops on her knees with her face right next to your slightly softened erection.
She gives one of those seductive winks that drives you crazy before licking her warm, wet tongue along your shaft. Your body shudders violently as you gasp out in ecstasy and any blood that had left your cock comes rushing back in order to make it completely hard once again. "O-oh!" Your head wrenches back for a moment, but you quickly gaze down to your perfect alien girlfriend. She grins a sensual grin and you give one in return. Your hands reach out, running through her silky soft hair until she places her lips around your head and teases it with her tongue. Without much thought your hands find her horns and grip them tightly, wanting to pull her back in as soon as she moves away. Your knees shake, almost as if you're about to collapse, but you steady them.
"G-god, Vriska... You're.. already the sexiest thing I've ever seen and somehow you keep managing to find ways to amaze me..." You murmur, trying to keep your voice steady. Your mind is going wild once again and it's hard to resist just shoving your cock back into her mouth. The teeth and fangs give you pause, though. It would probably be better if she went at her own pace with those things in mind.
"Much... more preferable to a shower... Though we will need one. And I will stressone. Why waste water when we can take one together...? You know, much more... efficient." You add with a suggestive look which proves there was no way you were honestly concerned about efficiency or the conservation of water.
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Vriska: Move to the shower
The smile quickly returns to your face as you feel hands drag through your hair and close around your horns, sending a pleasurable tingle down your body as he rubs against the sensitive material. In front of you, you can see his knees shake a little before steadying. Its incredibly satisfying to know that you have this effect on him, and even more satisfying to know that you have him all to yourself. You ponder his words for a moment, considering the implications of sharing a shower. Yes, you decide, you rather like the idea of sharing a shower with him. One shower sounds wonderful.
With one more grin, you take him into your mouth one more time, letting the very tips of your fangs drag lightly along his length as you retreat, careful not to cut him or hurt him at all. I think a shower sounds like a fine idea, you inform him, giving him a soft smile as you stand up again. And only one shower sounds even better. You lean in until your lips are just brushing his. I certainly wouldnt want to be wasteful, you murmur against his lips, giving him a soft kiss before pulling back again.
The tips of your fingers trail lightly down his arm, entwining with his fingers as you turn and tug him towards the bathroom. The layout of his room seems to be identical to that of yours, so you know exactly where everything is. Reaching into the shower, you turn on the water, then turn back to John with a grin, pulling him into a tight hug. I have to say, a month ago I never would have thought Id end up here by now, you admit, toying with a few strands of his hair. Its a decidedly nice improvement though. Having you here, I mean. And its true. Its literally impossible for you to look at him without your brain feeding you numerous thoughts on how amazing he is and how utterly lost youd still be if he hadnt shown up. And, of course, the constant murmur of I love you running through your mind in the background, even when hes not around.
You reach up and hook a finger on the corner of his glasses, taking them off and setting them on the sink, doing the same with your own glasses. As much as you love seeing him in glasses, both his and yours would end up fogging up in the shower, and then you wouldnt be able to see him at all. Brushing your lips against his jaw, you reach out a hand to test the water, checking to see if it was warm enough to get in yet. Satisfied with the temperature, you step backwards into the stream of water, pulling him with you. Immediately you feel the warm water soak into your hair, slightly flattening the wild tangles and significantly adding to the weight of it.
At this rate we might ending up using more water than we would if we took separate showers. You lean up for yet another kiss, wrapping your arms tightly around him, pulling him close. I'm fairly sure Im never going to want to get out of this one. So much for being efficient, you add with a slight smirk.
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John: Neglect to use shower for its intended purpose
When Vriska's mouth engulfs you again followed by the tantalizing brush of her fangs against the sensitive skin of your shaft you can't help but let out another breathless moan. You reflexively grip her horns even tighter, though as soon as you realize what you're doing you let them go and allow her to stand up. There's a brief moment of disappointment, because the sensation of her lips, tongue and fangs against your cock was unlike anything you had felt before. However, you were not going to turn down the idea of the shared shower. The look on your face is one of complete approval, and you return her light kiss which mostly serves to just make you hungry for more of her taste.
No resistance is offered when she takes your hand and leads you into the bathroom. After starting the water, you're suddenly enveloped in a tight embrace, and your arms immediately mirror hers as you wrap them around her body. Her words cause your already wide grin to somehow grow larger and you stare into her eyes with nothing but a look of total agreement. You then allow her to remove your glasses and pull you into the shower. The interior was plenty large enough for both of you, though you wouldn't have minded a smaller space that forced you to be pressed up against her the entire time either. Ultimately it didn't matter because you knew you'd just end up that way regardless. The sudden rush of warm water on your sweat soaked body was quite refreshing, and you were not opposed to often repeating the cycle of both working up a sweat and washing it off with her.
You chuckle softly at her mention how this idea was, in fact, the opposite of efficient as neither of you intended on leaving the shower anytime soon. Your arms tighten around her, returning her kiss with a slight nip upon her lip as you pull back. "Fuck efficiency... All I care about is having you beside me..." You utter softly, pulling her into another kiss immediately. Your lips work heavily against hers, tongues tangling in an energetic frenzy, like you were trying to drink out her very soul. Your erection, hard as ever thanks to her previous attentions, presses against her belly and twitches against the feeling of her warm, soft skin against it. After what feels like at least five minutes of nonstop kissing you finally draw back, breathing heavily as you try and catch your breath. You gaze into her eyes without any glass hindering either one of you. Things may have been slightly blurrier but you could still see her in all her perfection and now you didn't have your glasses to fog up at the most inappropriate time.
"And 'nice improvement' is... such an understatement. Jade's a great friend but I was starting to pull my hair out over there. I figured coming over here would be fun, but to think that even with so few humans and Trolls left, that I would find the girl of my dreams... It's perfect... and you're perfect. I think I knew you were the one the moment I saw you. I hate to admit it but Dave was right that I wanted to kiss you then. I'm surprised I lasted as long as I did." You say with a grin, pushing her into the back wall of the shower and kissing her once again as if you were making up for that lost time. You move back from her just enough to let one of your hands slip down her body, massaging her wet skin until you reach between her legs and brush against her hot folds with your eager fingers.
"I meant what I said before. I wouldn't love you even an ounce less if our bodies ended up not being... compatible. But I'm glad we could share that experience together... Fucking you was the most incredible thing I've ever felt... and helped me feel closer to you than ever..." You continue, blushing at your own words. Saying it that way probably wasn't the most romantic, but you'd be lying if it didn't excite you. If she were to look down she'd realize just how excited it made you as you were now engorged to the point of being nearly purple. You wanted her so bad it was almost starting to hurt. Meanwhile, your fingers begin to tease her clit, rubbing and pinching it ever so lightly.
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Vriska: Attempt to talk about feelings
You eagerly return the kiss, hungrily sucking at his tongue, moving your hands to the back of his head to pull him in closer. You have to agree, at this moment, conserving water is the last thing that would ever cross your mind. Feeling him pulsing against your stomach, you rub up against him just a little, small, quick breaths escaping you every time your lips part from his for even a moment. It seems like forever that youre pressed tightly together like this before you finally break away, returning your eyes to his. Impossibly, his eyes look even more blue than they did earlier, without both pairs of glasses impeding your view of him. Just the idea that hes yours makes you want to never let go of him, as if youre afraid that if you let go hell vanish into thin air.
Listening to him reminisce back to the time he first arrived on the meteor, you find yourself blushing a deep blue, an involuntary smile creeping across your face. You had briefly suspected, back then, that Dave was right, but you had brushed away the feeling, telling yourself that you were being stupid. You dont think youve ever been more happy to be proven completely wrong in your life. Youd never admit it, but you think you might have felt this way about him from the moment you saw him as well. Well...you might admit it to him. But youd never admit it to anyone else.
You are only half aware of your back hitting the shower wall, at the moment preoccupied with yet another deep kiss. Grinning against his lips, you let him pull back enough to fit a hand between your body and his. Then suddenly his fingers find their way between your legs, sending a brief shudder of excitement through your body.
Just hearing the sound of his voice telling you everything hes telling you is arousing enough without his fingers toying with your clit. Your breath starts to come in short gasps, your body automatically wriggling a little against him. Tightening your grip on him, your hands move down to latch onto his upper arms, your nails digging into his skin a little. Somehow, through the hypnotic motions of his fingers, you manage a breathless reply.
All the same... you mutter, interrupted briefly by a slight groan, Im glad we turned out to be compatible. And Im glad that Strider was right about that particular thing. One of the very few remotely tolerable things about him, you say with a slight laugh. I just wish Id thought to tell you that the feeling was reciprocated back then, you add, your hips rocking forward just a little into his fingers, the feeling of him rubbing against you making you trail off, grasping at his arms even more tightly.
All right, I give up, you grumble, pressing up tighter against him. How am I supposed to do anything when youre turning my thinkpan to mush? You grin at him, lightly pressing your lips against his, just to make sure he knows its all in fun, loosening your grip on his arms just a little. It is a little scary how he manages to bring out a side of you that isnt afraid to talk about feelings. But it also feels beyond wonderful to be able to talk to him like this. In your mind, you at least made an attempt to tell him how much he means to you.
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John: Successfully talk about feelings
You smile at the implication that Vriska also had fallen for you at first sight. You're not sure why. You weren't handsome like she was beautiful, at least in your opinion, but you're still happy to hear it. The smile turns into a more wicked grin when she complains about you distracting her with your touches. After returning a light kiss, you look into her eyes with a hint of mischief. "Oh, huh, I guess I am making it hard for you to think. My apologies!" You tease with a tone indicating you clearly were not sorry at all.
Your lips return to hers, offering another kiss before moving to her neck and gently nibbling at the dark spot on her skin you had created earlier. "You agreed to go on a date with me and accepted a kiss later that night mere hours after we had met. If you hadn't felt the same way, neither of those things would have happened. So don't worry. I knew. For a while I thought it was just your culture that stopped you from talking about feelings, but I dunno. Talking with Karkat and Kanaya, I get the impression Trolls are just as emotional as humans. It's just your personality that hinders you from saying how you truly feel about things... You hate showing weakness and opening yourself up could be taken as a sign of that.
But Vriska, you don't have to worry about that with me. You can tell me anything. No matter what it is or how cheesy it might sound I'd never think less of you for it. Besides, it can't sound sillier than any of the stuff I've said. Don't worry though. Never feel like you have to actually say anything. Just being able to be this close to you tells me plenty... Me, though? You're just gonna have to learn to live with me constantly telling you how completely beautiful you are and how I love you so much it hurts." You chuckle softly, nuzzling against her shoulder as you pause the movements of your hand to just hold her for a nice long moment. It was quite relaxing to feel the combined warmth of her body and the water rolling down your back. Every second you were touching her you were being reminded just how concrete and genuine and real she was. Your mind could never conjure something so unique and perfect in a dream.
However, it's hard to just remain still for very long. Your lips rain small pecks and nibbles along her neck and shoulder, gradually growing in intensity. You resume your tender massages against her smooth labia in hopes of getting her just as excited as you are. There was a definitepurposeto your touches. To make her want more. And you worked diligently to achieve that purpose. Your other hand reaches up to her right horn, stroking it lovingly as if you had just realized you hadn't been giving such fascinating parts of her enough attention. Meanwhile, the feeling of her body gently brushing against your erection every so often was driving you mad. Your lips move up to her ear as you nearly growl your words.
"Vriska, while we're being completely honest and all that... I have to admit I really want to fuck you hard against this wall right now..." You pull back to gaze back into her eyes with a feral need while your breaths are already coming quicker and heavier with anticipation. As your hand leaves her, you guide the tip of your cock to her lower lips, eagerly rubbing it against them and desperate to enter...
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Vriska: Remind him to do it already
You grin a little at Johns clearly insincere apology, returning the brief kiss and tilting your head back just a little to let him at the small mark on your neck. Listening to him remind you of that first day makes you feel a little better at least, knowing that he could tell how you felt even though you almost never directly told him. You know you shouldnt be surprised that he knows you so well by now, but its still difficult to believe that he actually doesnt mind if you dont talk very often, much less that its still you he loves and nobody else. And the amount of insight hes gained into your mind is accurate nearly to the point of being a little scary. But as much as youd never admit it, for some reason you like that hes able to see past the barriers you put up.
Your arms wrap around him tightly, just enjoying the warmth of his body against yours and the water running over both of you. Most of the water is blocked from you by Johns body, but enough of it gets past him to completely soak you as well. Closing your eyes, you let your head rest on his shoulder, breathing in his scent, along with the diminishing smell of sweat. You dont think youve ever smelled anything nicer.
You start to squirm a little again as his fingers resume their movements, quite successful in their mission. It hasnt even been five minutes since you got into the shower, and youre already aching for more of him, more than just his fingers between your legs. Once his other hand moves up to rub against one of your horns, you let out a moan, your knees going a little weak. Aside from the obvious exception, your horns are the most sensitive part of your body, something youve always found a little frustrating. Now, though, youre perfectly content with the hand stroking your right horn, sending sudden waves of pleasure through your body.
Little could make you more eager for him than the next thing that comes out of his mouth, and in response you rock your hips forward a little, rubbing against him with a slight smile. You feel him press gently against your entrance, as if hes asking you for permission to enter.
I wouldnt be opposed to it, so go ahead, fuck me hard against this wall right now, you say with a grin that quickly turns into a smirk. Ive waited long enough, havent I?
You let your hands move up to his head, knotting your fingers in his hair and pulling him close, bringing his face forward until your noses are nearly touching. You give him a sly grin before pulling him into a slow kiss, your teeth quickly capturing his lower lip and dragging over it before pulling back again to smirk at him as you repeat what you told him earlier. Well, are you going to talk to me about it, or are you going to do it already?
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John: Stop making her wait
The moan Vriska lets out as you brush your fingers along the smooth texture of her horn causes your lips to curl into a successful little smile. A human wouldn't have such areas to stimulate, so you felt quite lucky there were even more ways to make your girlfriend cry out pleasurably. Of course, it probably was nothing compared to what you both really wanted right now. Her hips rock, causing her lower lips to slide across the wanting tip of your throbbing penis, proving she was just as eager as you were. Her words of approval were unnecessary, but god damn if you didn't love hearing it. Never in your life did you think a woman this impossibly exquisite would ever be saying such things to you, John Egbert, of all people. You even loved the way she did it, with her impatient personality shining through. You swear that she could push you over the edge just by uttering dirty things into your ear while smiling that wicked, seductive smile.
"Bossy bossy bossy..." You respond, grinning at the echo of a phrase you once said in the past. Back when she was actually bossing you around the game it got kind of annoying at times! Now you never wanted her to stop. Before you have a chance to say anything else you're being pulled into a nice, heavy kiss with a touch of fangs that never fail to make you shudder to the core. When she pulls back and says those familiar words, you respond only with a smirk of your own, amused by her teasing of your talkativeness lately. This girl was about action, and you liked that. A lot. Was it possible that she wanted it even more than you did? ...Probably not. There was literally nothing you wanted more than her.
Your left hand reluctantly leaves her horn to run down her body, dragging nails against her ribs and muscles as you come across them until you reach her right leg. You then help her raise it, hooking your arm under it to give you much better access to her wanting entrance while your other hand rests against her soft rear for further support. Your eyes lock onto hers, needing to be connected to her as possible as you plunge yourself inside, this time without any hesitation or drawn out movement. You exhale instantly, a soft moan joining your breath, as her warmth completely envelops you once again. It felt just as amazing to be inside of her as it did before, and you're wondering why you ever left in the first place. Your heart pounds against your chest and your cock throbs against her walls while you remind yourself how fantastic it is that you fit her so well. You're not even the same species but if the game had taught you anything it's that destiny was real and maybe paradox space truly did plan for you and Vriska to be together, making it so that even your bodies slipped together perfectly.
You lean forward to kiss her fiercely, energized by the wonderful sensation of being inside her. Your lips and tongue slide against hers in earnest. It would likely be a noisy kiss if not for the streaming water drowning out some of the softer noises. Eventually your hips begin to move, drawing your long shaft out a ways before slamming back in, making you gasp against her lips. You wanted to make good on your desire to fuck her hard, so you don't hold back as you slide out and pound back in once more. Soon the motions are progressing along in a nice, strong rhythm. Your entire body is submerged in waves of pleasure every time you move inside her and brush against the edge of her hot, soaking center. The water pouring down against you now feels cool and refreshing compared to her intense heat. By now your hands were gripping her leg and ass tightly, letting your nails slightly dig into her flawless skin.
"Vriska..." You growl out between kisses, your blush reddening your cheeks quite sufficiently. You weren't sure if there was anything you could say that would properly express what you felt right now, so you were content to just utter her name. It already was the most beautiful, exotic, sexy word to you, and nothing else compared.
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Vriska: Stop being bossy for a change and just enjoy it
You return Johns grin with an easy smile of your own, pressing even closer to him as the incredible sensation running through your body from your horns ceases. His nails tickle a little on their way past your ribs, causing you to jump a little each time they hit a sensitive spot, but they still continue down past your stomach, finally stopping at your leg. At the gentle tug of his hand, you let him lift your leg up, moving your hands to latch onto his shoulders for support.
You receive little warning save his eyes locking onto yours before he suddenly drives into you, bringing out a sudden cry from your lips. You press your head back into the wall with a breathless laugh, the leg supported by his hand shaking a little in his grip. The small noises coming from him is enough to drive you half mad with want with the need for more. Again, you can feel his tip brushing against something deep inside of you, somehow fitting perfectly into you like two puzzle pieces. The quick rhythm of his heart against yours matches your own, racing together in perfect synchrony.
Letting your head come off the wall again, you lean heavily into the offered kiss, letting your tongue slip past both pairs of lips to earnestly wrap around his. A small grunt escapes you as he pulls out and rams into you again, sending yet another shock of pleasure through you. He starts to pick up speed, true to his promise to not hold back, and you quickly find yourself pressed tightly against him, feeling his grip on you harden considerably to match your hold on him, your nails digging into his shoulders nearly hard enough to break through the skin. It is only by great restraint on your part that you keep your nails from easily ripping his skin to shreds. Instead, you settle for letting out your need for more in the form of small whimpers and groans, even calling out blindly for him as he hits a particularly tender spot inside of you. You think that there is literally nothing else in the world that could ever give you as much pleasure as he is now. Your face has long been flushed a deep blue, burning hot against his, the blue-tinged skin mixing perfectly with the reddened human skin.
You want so badly to tell him just how incredible he's making you feel, but with him continuing to pound into you so quickly and so deeply, it's nearly impossible to do anything but eagerly receive his full length every time he plunges into you, and you do so quite happily. Slowly moving your hands to his back, your nails scratch thin red lines into the smooth skin of his back, coming close but not quite drawing blood. Your arms tighten around him suddenly, locking your bodies together with a force you never knew you had.
"God d-damn it, John..." you finally manage to gasp out, letting your hold on him loosen just a little bit. "Stop being so fucking perfect..." Of course, you don't mean it in the least, figuratively or literally. You aren't lying either way, he's somehow managing to be the perfect matesprit and to literally fit you perfectly. Both ways, you'd never let him go even if your life depended on it.
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John: Fail to stop being perfect
Every noise Vriska makes continues to fill you with a tremendous energy, urging you to thrust deep and hard each time just so you can hear one more soft whimper or one more desperate groan. It was so amazing knowing you could make a girl react this way, and there was no doubt she was having the same effect on you. You halt your kisses to take a few moments enjoying the look of her blue flushed face. She was the most divine thing you had ever seen, and you never wanted to lose sight of her. By now her nails are digging heavily into your back, causing you to arch at their grasp with a sharp moan. It wasn't an expression of pain, however. If anything, you wanted her to hold you even tighter. If she caused you to bleed, then so be it, because it was a wonderful compliment to the intense pleasure that slammed your body in waves with every thrust you made.
The words she finally push out with a shudder make you laugh roughly and grin wickedly in response. You? Perfect? You're not sure if that's true, but you're incredibly happy she feels that way. You try and stop being so perfect. You can't do it. Your lips move to her ear, biting at the lobe before you simply whisper "You first... After all, you made me this way..."
You pound into her heavily a few more times before slowing your rhythm briefly. The hand that had been clenched upon her rear slides down to pull her other leg up until she instinctively wraps them around you and locks against your hips. Your hand returns to her ass while the other slides to her back for more support, eagerly grasping at her flawless skin. Her weight isn't even a factor, as she's light enough to begin with, but your excitement seems to have increased your strength and stamina eightfold. You now feel like you can impale her with even greater effect, and you waste no time doing so. You moan softly with every long plunge, each inch you move inside her seemingly striking a million sensitive nerves with the most incredible electricity. The sensation of her body consuming you was intoxicating to the point where you genuinely feel like you might be addicted. Thankfully, you know she's yours, and given her reactions thus far, she will have no issue repeating these amazing moments in the future.
Your breaths are erratic, both heavy and quick, and the combined noises from the both of you are beginning to drown out the sound of the water. Your lips hover in front of hers, gently brushing against them as you gasp again at one particularly good thrust, until you press against them in a sweet kiss. You offer more kisses, tugging at her lip with your teeth occasionally before the need for something harder takes hold of you. You mash your lips against hers more heavily now, once again managing to cut yourself on one of her fangs. The gentle metallic taste of blood is irrelevant to you and you actually shudder pleasurably at the brief shock of pain. You had to wonder if you were a freak for taking joy in such a thing, but you didn't care.
You've never held anything as tight as you're holding her right now and you curse the point in the future where you'll have to let her go. You never wanted to do that. You never wanted to leave the warmth of being inside her without quickly pounding back in afterward. You draw your face back to gaze into her hypnotic eyes with a carnal lust. She could control minds of other Trolls but not humans, though you know you'd do anything she asked anyway.
"Vriska, your voice is the sexiest thing I've ever heard... Come for me... Scream as hard as you want..." You growl as your harsh thrusts continue. The pleasure was already overwhelming you and you're amazed you even managed to get those words out. You just hoped you didn't pass out in ecstasy since you were still supporting most of her weight.
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Vriska: Let loose for the second time
You shiver a little at the touch of Johns teeth to your ear, almost laughing at his response. Made him perfect? You? No, all you did was give him slight nudges in the right direction. He was perfect long before you realized it. It wasnt until later that you realized it, and its only now that you realize that all of his perfection is all yours. Never in a million sweeps would you have expected to end up where you are now, wrapped in the arms of the one guy you ever fell in love with.
Your left leg stays firmly rooted to the ground for half a second as his hand tugs at it, an automatic reflex to keep from falling even though you're pressed hard enough against the wall to prevent yourself from falling. After a moment you let him bring your leg up, both arms and legs clenching tightly around him as you settle your full weight against him. Surprisingly, he doesnt even seem weighed down by you. The shift in position turns out to give him a much better angle to pound into you, and he clearly notices and takes advantage of it. The movements hes making are the same, but the shocks he sends through you have increased tenfold.
Growling a little as his lips just barely brush against yours, you lean forward a little as he finally gives you a real kiss, then several more, still hungering for something more substantial. With a somewhat wide grin, you accept the sudden, heavy kiss, only half accidentally letting one of your fangs sink into his lower lip hard enough to pierce the skin and draw some blood. Almost without realizing you're doing it, your tongue moves to the small cut you made on his lip, catching the lip between your teeth and drawing out several drops of blood, licking it up with a soft laugh. Tasting the metallic tang of blood brings out another slight growl, vibrating gently against him as your tongue toys with his.
Half a grin spreads across your face as you both pull back again, your eyes meeting his, the almost wild look in your eyes mirroring his. Its a struggle to contain all of the noises that you want to make, and you know he can tell youre holding back when he speaks again, telling you to let it out. Part of you wants to keep it back, but part of you wants to listen to him and scream until your voice gives out. You aren't even sure why you're reluctant to make noise. Nobody's going to hear you besides John, and he's encouraged you several times to be as loud as you want. You find yourself torn between keeping in all of the noises you want to let out and taking his advice.
You end up leaning more towards the latter. As he continues to drive into you, bringing you closer to the edge, the small noises escaping you grow in volume without you even noticing. Still wrapped tightly around his waist, your legs begin to shake, and you realize what's about to happen a fraction of a second before it does.
You let your head lean back, letting out a long, clear scream as climax rushes upon you for the second time tonight, even faster than it did earlier. Your nails, already digging into his back, clench down even harder, drawing blood at several points. Impossibly, the pure ecstasy washing over you feels more incredible than it did the first time.
After several seconds the glorious feeling tapers off and ends, leaving you clinging tightly to him, breathing heavily, your head falling forward to rest on his shoulder. By now, you can't tell if the running water is as cold as it seems or if your body heat is just far too high. Maybe it's both; it makes no difference to you.
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John: Experience perfection
Vriska toying with the cut upon your lip only invigorates you further. Her aggression isn't a surprise to you after knowing everything you do about her past, along with her constant reminders that rough is good. However it's still a thrill every time you get a reaction like that out of her. When you first began the relationship all your instincts told you to treat women with care and respect. The respect stayed, but you were quickly learning that as long as she says it's okay, discarding care isn't a bad thing. If anything was surprising at all it was perhaps finding out that you were quite fond of the roughness as well. You doubted anyone would have ever guessed that about you, especially if you didn't even know it about yourself. You still wanted to be a bit cautious, since you weren't quite sure what the limit was, but there was plenty of time left to try new things and discover for yourself.
The current position, however, was more than acceptable. You adore the way she's latched onto you with all four limbs, her vice-like grip refusing to let you slip away even by an inch. Your own hands clutched her in a similar manner, not only to make sure she didn't fall, but to make sure nothing took her from you ever. While your thoughts were rather scattered and difficult to focus on, there was one particular thing you clung to, and that was the fact that she was yours tonight... and tomorrow night, and the next night... and with any luck, forever. That was your happy thought. The one that could make you fly. Another moan escapes your lips as you push into her with another particularly hard thrust. The way her body consumed your entire length each time was unreal and pulses of heavenly pleasure rush through you each time.
You knew she held back being vocal as much as she could, likely for the same reasons she held onto her feelings, but you were going to break her of that habit just like she'd break you of your incessant need to be gentle and cautious. As you continue plunging into her the noises get progressively louder, and the delighted grin on your face seems to only grow wider with each cry. As if fucking her didn't feel amazing enough on its own, hearing the evidence that she was enjoying herself that much made your skin tingle with even more joy and excitement. You can sense from her increased grip, vocalization, and trembling body that she's close, and you are too. You know you need to feel that release soon, but you will yourself to hold back until you feel hers.
Suddenly she lets out a truly enraptured scream, and you already know it's the most beautiful thing you've ever heard. Your willpower crumbles, and you feel yourself begin to shudder and spasm until you hotly erupt into her with an orgasm that even manages to eclipse the one before; A moan of your own quickly joining hers. Thankfully, if her cry wasn't evidence enough, she has reached her peak as well, her walls erratically twitching and pulsing around you. The wonderful rush subsides after a few long, blissful seconds and you feel as if you've emptied out into her completely. It's actually rather shocking you had that much in you, especially after last time. You can only hope for her that the feeling of being so full of your seed is a pleasant one.
It's only just now that you're feeling her nails piercing your skin but the pain is dulled from the incredible pleasure still sitting inside your body and, if anything, is a welcome compliment to it. As her head falls forward to rest upon your shoulder you tilt yours against it while your heavy breathing synchronizes with hers. You let your eyes close for a bit, just enjoying the aftershock of the shared climax and the cool water raining against your skin. Your legs feel weak, but your desire to keep her clinging to you with both arms and legs keeps you strong enough to maintain your position. Somehow you're still hard inside her, throbbing slightly, and you're in no hurry to withdraw. This is it. The perfect moment.
"God, Vriska..." You finally whisper with a bit of huskiness to your voice. You're not entirely sure how to describe what you just felt, but you knew it was only thanks to her that you felt it. There were a lot of things you were happy about lately, and she was responsible for just about all of them. You nuzzle her wet hair slightly before continuing. "Thank you... for just... for being you..."
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Vriska: Suggest proper use of the shower
You let yourself relax completely as you feel him spill out into you, carefully unclenching your hands, realizing a little regretfully that you had cut him accidentally. But only a little regretfully. Feeling his blood on your fingers is strangely satisfying. Not in the murderous way though, it just helps you know that hes actually real. Vaguely, you feel his head resting on top of yours, and god damn it if this isnt the most comfortable position youve ever been in. Hanging onto him like this with cool water running down both of your bodies is both refreshing and incredibly relaxing. You could probably fall asleep like this. And you almost do, closing your eyes and just listening to the sound of the water against his back.
Its the sound of Johns voice that jolts you back to full awareness, the sound of your name coming from him so easily. Youll never get tired of hearing him say it. It sounds cheesy, but youll take any excuse to hear his voice, and hearing your name in that voice keeps reminding you that hes yours and you get to keep him.
Dont forget, you murmur softly into his shoulder, smiling a little against the wet skin. Dont forget, Im only me because you exist. If you werent here I wouldnt feel like this. So I should be thanking you. For existing. And coming here. And not being too scared of me or hating me too much to talk to me. So thanks. Yeah, over the last few weeks, youve learned that telling him how you feel doesnt have the earth-shattering impact you normally act like it does. You still hate talking about stuff like this normally, but when youre pressed this close to him in a position like this, not telling him this stuff isnt an option. For a while you sit in silence, waiting patiently until the last of the aftershocks fade away. The last thing you want to do is move; you want nothing more than to relive the last few hours over and over and then just sit here with him still inside you. But youre already exhausted from two orgasms, fairly close together, and its only now that you realize that the original purpose of taking a shower was to actually get clean.
With a slight grumble, you release his waist from your legs, your arms keeping a firm hold around his neck as you pull yourself off of him, carefully standing on the floor of the shower again. Youre a little unsteady on your feet, but you quickly regain your balance enough to unlatch your arms from his neck and reach over to grab the small bar of soap and the washcloth that rest off to the side.
You know, John...these showers have a purpose that beds dont...they have things like soap in them that clean you, you inform him with a smirk, holding up the soap and washcloth for him to see. I think we should use this to the greatest possible advantage.
Grinning at him, you smack him lightly with the washcloth. Thats for not stopping to be perfect when I told you to. I guess Ill just have to learn to live with your perfection, wont I? Having successfully covered the washcloth in a layer of flowery-smelling suds, you reach out and pull him into a tight hug, running it gently over his back, taking extra care near the cuts you made a minute ago. You watch the soap rinse off of him again as the water continues to rain onto his back, and you make quick work of the rest of his body, reducing him to a fragrant, perfect, cleaner version of your matesprit.
I think that will do, you announce proudly when youre done, tossing the washcloth and soap to the side. Your grin turns into one of your rare affectionate smiles, stepping back for a brief moment before taking his shoulders and leaning up for a kiss.
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John: Take your turn
You attempt to calm your trembling body as you both remained embraced with the only sound being the water pouring down against you. It's no surprise that Vriska had been right about this not being an efficient use of the water at all, but you really don't give a shit in the least. Her eventual response to your thanks makes you smile contentedly. It was nice to hear her finally be comfortable enough to express her feelings to you. You had told her it wasn't necessary because you knew how she felt, but you liked hearing it just the same. The water is cool by now, but her words keep pulses of warmth running through your body which are enhanced by the feeling of still being nestled deep inside her.
You hear her make a disappointed noise as she finally begins to untangle herself from you, and as reluctant as you are to slip out of her, you're aware that it's not practical to stay in this position forever as much as you wished it was. She then grasps the soap and washcloth and reminds you just exactly what you both came in there for in the first place.
"Heh, as far as I'm concerned getting clean is now a shower's secondary purpose..." You say with a amused smirk. "That said, I'm not opposed to having another excuse to run my hands all over you..."
Suddenly you feel the light slap of the washcloth causing you to yelp out slightly, following up with a laugh. "Hey I told you I'm only perfect because you were perfect to begin with so it's your fault, besides you can't boss me around so easily anymore! I'm taller than you now! So yeah. Deal with it, Spider girl." You respond playfully as you embrace her in a solid hug, allowing her to run the washcloth over your back.
The soap stings against the cuts she had made, but you honestly love that it's a pain as a result of unbelievable pleasure. You had made a girl come so hard she broke your skin. They're marks of pride, as far as you're concerned. You eventually let your eyes drift shut as she works on the rest of you, wiping free whatever sweat that had remained. Your body shivers a bit during her attentions to sensitive spots, but at this point the cloth is a poor substitute for her tongue or vagina. When she's finished she tosses the cleaning items aside and looks you over quickly. You can't help but blush knowing she's seeing all of you, but at least you've got her in a similarly vulnerable position and you take advantage of the moment to gaze at her perfect, glistening curves as well.
You gladly close the gap between your bodies as she pulls you in, kissing her with a hearty passion. A long time ago you thought open mouth kisses with tongues sounded like the grossest thing in the world, but oh how quickly things change. She was deliciously sweet and exotic, and you doubted there would ever be a time where you didn't instantly crave more the second your lips parted.
"That'll do?" You whisper as you pull back slightly, gazing into her eyes with a hint of mischief. "Nice try, but it's my turn now..."
You disconnect and soap up the washcloth but before you do anything with it you lean down to give her shoulder a gentle kiss. The cloth then swipes over the same area, letting the suds slowly trail down her body. You repeat this same kiss then wash pattern with other parts of her body - breasts, hands, back, anywhere you can find as if you were worshiping her divine form. As you kneel down to get her legs you take in the sight of some of your mixed fluids trickling out of her down her thigh and instantly you're fighting back the excitement growing inside of you again. It makes you want to just shove her back against the wall and start the whole process over. You will yourself to resist and continue cleaning her, offering a few more gentle kisses to her thighs. You sneak a quick lick upon her lower lips before wiping away whatever evidence is left of your previous activity with a bit of sadness. Oh well, there would definitely be another chance to fill her again.
As you stand, you take another good look at her bare form now nice and clean as a grin sneaks onto your face. "Wow is still the best way to describe you... C'mon, let's dry off..."
You take Vriska's hand as you lead her out of the shower, shutting off the water and grabbing a large towel. You then begin to dry her in a similar manner as you washed, eventually reaching back up to her shoulders and draping the towel around both of you as you pull her close.
"What you were saying before... I don't know if I deserve your thanks for being here. I could have joined you here back when the journey started but I stayed behind with Jade. I didn't want to leave her alone, but I had no idea you'd be even more alone than she was... For that, I'm truly sorry. I know you're strong and Trolls are kinda used to being alone but it's still no way to live. I'm not gonna waste a lot of time dwelling over the past though. Instead... I'm going to make up for lost time with this year we have, and then we'll win the new session and live together in the new universe we create. I'm here now and you'll never be alone again..."
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Vriska: Express desire to sleep
Your eyes roll playfully at the ceiling as John pulls away from you to take the washcloth and soap. You saw this coming miles away, but of course youre not going to stop him. The light pressure of his lips on your shoulder, then the brush of the wet cloth across the sensitive skin draws your attention back to him, smiling slowly in mild surprise. If you had expected anything of him, you hadnt expected such care after the ferocity of the last hour or so. But by this time youre tired out enough to be glad of the tenderness, shivering a little as his lips trail down your body and touch briefly between your legs, the washcloth following every touch of his lips to your skin. Showering is definitely nicer with him. Much nicer. Its a little sad that the last remaining traces of earlier is so easily wiped away, but there will be plenty of time, plenty of nights to recreate this night.
A light blue flush crosses your face as he steps back to look at you, and suddenly his blush when you did the same just a minute ago makes perfect sense. You know you shouldnt be so self-conscious; its a subconscious thing that isnt even really a decision for you. Its like a built-in trait that comes with the personality. Of course, youd never show it to anyone else.
You follow him out of the shower without hesitation, noticing finally that the water actually had gotten a little cold while you were washing each other after spending so much time running the hot water. You take advantage of his drying method to lightly flick a strand of hair out of his face while he reaches around to wrap the large towel around the both of you. The combined warmth of your bodies immediately fills the enclosed space, a welcome contrast to the cold water that was raining down on both of you just a moment ago.
Listening to John talking about how he doesnt deserve thanks, though, is thoroughly irritating. You decide to tell him so. But you let him continue until you think hes finished talking before you interrupt.
You really dont get it, do you, you mutter, looking up and meeting his eyes evenly. You say you dont deserve thanks, but youve got this completely mixed up. Yeah, you stayed on that ship for two years. How were you supposed to know anything about whats going on here? And yeah, youre right. We are used to being alone. Maybe being as alone as I was wasnt all that fun, but as long as you were having a good time, I honestly dont give a fuck. Like you said. Im strong enough to handle a little boredom. You came. Thats what matters. You lean up and give him a light kiss before pulling back again and grinning at him a little apologetically. Yknow what else matters? Sleep. Sleep matters.
Loosening the towel a little, you pull him out of the bathroom and slip out of the towel to rid the bed of its top sheet, which the two of you made a bit of a mess of. Once thats off and to the side, you slide into the left side of the bed, burrowing deep under the covers until only your head is visible, peeking out at him with a mock-threatening smile.
Are you going to come and keep me company, or am I going to have to come out there where its cold and drag you in?
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John: Use bed for intended purpose
You wince slightly at Vriska's very blunt and truthful response. Yeah, sometimes you had difficulty 'getting it'. Now you're mentally kicking yourself for wording it the way you did. All you really had wanted to do was remind her you were never going to leave her. She was right that you had come and that's what mattered. You said you wouldn't dwell on the past, so you were going to stop doing it already instead of just saying you'd stop doing it. Your thoughts are brought back to something more important, which is to say Vriska, when she kisses you. You're already smiling like a dork again, and you have to admit she's also right about the sleep thing. You'd had quite a bit of activity today, and exhausted doesn't even begin to describe how you feel. Dozing off with Vriska in your arms while feeling closer to her than ever before sounded like the perfect way to cap off this incredible evening.
You can't help but stare as she separates from the towel and strolls over to the bed, and much to your appreciation she does not begin to get dressed, instead opting to quickly hide under the bedcovers, revealing only her head. It isn't until she asks if you're joining her that you snap yourself back to reality. You couldn't really help daydream a bit, replaying the last few hours over in your head, whenever you looked at her. It was a silly question, though. Of course you were going to join her. And you do. You drop the towel, swiftly moving over toward the bed with a bit of a bounce in your step before joining her under the sheets.
"Hi there." You greet cheerfully, instantly wrapping your arms around her and embracing her tightly as you lay on your side. The familiar feeling of her body heat is nice and comforting, and you take a few moments to just enjoy the amazing sensation of her soft, smooth skin against yours. Eventually you press your forehead against hers affectionately, letting your eyes close but just to relax, not sleep. "I almost don't want to go to sleep because it just means the best night of my life will be over... I can only hope I made you feel even a fraction as amazing as you did for me..."
Your eyes reopen, staring deeply into her gaze of yellow and black, which you've come to love so very much. "And I also hope it's just the first of... many similar nights." You continue with a suggestive smirk, chuckling lightly at the very appealing thought of continuing your relationship with Vriska at this level. It still seemed rather surreal. You had seen a lot of crazy things during the game, but somehow the fact that you've actually managed to get a girl like Vriska is the most unbelievable of all. You just kept reminding yourself that she was yours, and each time it made your skin tingle.
You take a few deep breaths, enjoying her scent as you begin to feel the lull of sleep begin to approach you. However you do make sure to lean your lips into hers one more time, kissing her with all your heart. After the nice, long kiss ends, you return to just cuddling her in your arms tightly, sighing with a very satisfied sound. "At least I get to look forward to waking up next to you again..." You chuckle lightly, admiring her beauty for just a few more moments before letting your eyes drift shut.
"Night, Vriska... I love you..." You whisper with a smile. You don't think you'll ever get tired of saying that.
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Vriska: Be too lazy to get up
Your grin grows a little as you watch John walk over and slide into the bed next to you. Moving over a little to make room for him, you roll onto your side facing him. The warmth of his body next to yours is immediately apparent, especially once you feel his arms slide around you, drawing you closer. Your legs tangle loosely with his and you reach down with a hand to lace your fingers with his, pressing even closer to him under the blanket. He feels much warmer than he normally does when youve slept together in the past, though whether thats because of your earlier activities, the lack of clothes, or both, you dont know or care.
Hi, you reply with a slight laugh, nudging his forehead gently with yours. Your eyes stay locked on his closed ones until they open again to look at you, those impossibly mesmerizing blue eyes staring into yours. Youre almost too busy just looking at him to hear what he says. Almost. Many similar nights with him sounds like a good plan. A wonderful plan, actually. Youll have to ensure that plan is put into action as soon as possible.
You feel the gradual relaxation of his body as you happily accept a kiss, one of the sweetest ones you think youve ever shared with him. Just that combined with the inexplicable security of having his arms wrapped around you like this makes you feel like youre about to fall asleep right then. I dont think there are words in English or Alternian or any other language to describe what you made me feel, John, you murmur softly, nuzzling your face comfortably into his neck with a smile. So Ill just say goodnight insteadand I love you too. I have for a long time. Closing your eyes and snuggling in closer, you quickly fall asleep.
Normally when youre not with John, you end up waking up halfway through the night for some reason or other. But like this, absolutely nothing bothers your sleep at all. You dont even shift in the night, and if he does, you dont feel or remember any of it.
You wake up just a little bit, not even bothering to open your eyes. For at least ten minutes you just lie there, perfectly still, listening to the sound of John breathing. He hasnt moved yet, so youre assuming hes still asleep. You wont be able to tell how much time youve spent sleeping until you look at a watch or clock. But moving at all would almost certainly wake him up, not that youd ever want to move from this position. So you decide that it would be in your best interest as well as his to stay where you are. Eventually you drift off into a half-doze, waiting for some indication that hes woken up.
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John: Dream
Falling asleep was easy. You were worn out in the best way possible, and you're certain there was nothing more relaxing than curling up next to Vriska without any pesky articles of clothing separating you. Her lovely words gracing your ears were the last thing you heard and it was the perfect way to cap off the best night of your life. You had done it. You went all the way with the most beautiful girl in any universe and you didn't screw it up or make a fool out of yourself or throw up or anything! You were going to make best out of the rest of the year you had before the game would take priority again. Admittedly that thought worried you quite a bit. The game was dangerous and nearly everyone had died already, sometimes numerous times, including your dad, your friends, even yourself. You weren't going to lose anyone else, especially Vriska.
The next thing you know you're floating above a dark room on the meteor. It's not one you recognize. Off to the side sits Vriska with her laptop, clad in her Hero of Light costume. You call out to her but nothing happens. In fact, not a single sound seems to come out of your mouth at all. You seem to be resigned to a role of silent observer, but of what, and why? You suddenly don't understand anything.
Terezi soon approaches, and you remember seeing that strange red and teal outfit from when you were seeing the meteor through Jade at the beginning of the journey. Naturally, nothing you say to her is heard, either. Her hearing is excellent, so it can't just be a matter of distance. Everything about this situation makes you feel incredibly uneasy. In a way, it feels familiar, but you know you haven't been here before.
Vriska notices the approaching figure, and though they apparently start to converse you can't really make out any of the words. Safe to say, it doesn't look entirely friendly. Terezi isn't even really smiling her psychotic smile that she always does. Vriska's smiling, though. Confidently.
Terezi flips a coin. Dave told you about her weird Batman villain-like obsession with doing this, but you never actually saw her do it, and when you had asked her she said she 'didn't feel like it' anymore.
As the coin landed with the scratched side up, Vriska's grin grew wider. There's a look of satisfaction on her face as she turns to fly away, but Terezi quickly readies her bladed cane. You scream out to Vriska but still nothing. Then the blade is plunged through Vriska's chest almost effortlessly. The sheer horror of the scene causes your own chest to sting in pain as if you yourself had been impaled. You scream again. Silence.
Despite committing the act, Terezi doesn't look satisfied. If anything, she looks sad. You stare at Vriska's body, pleading for a resurrection, but it never comes. Such a death certainly wasn't heroic. So was it just? If so, why? You still didn't understand. So instead you just cry.
You then feel a presence behind you, and as you turn you're greeted with the looming wingspan of Jack Noir. Your eyes are too blurry to really see what's happening, and you're too distraught to react. He raises his blade and swipes it swiftly across your neck.
And then you wake up.
Your breath catches in your throat as if you expect to feel pain in your neck, but there's nothing. The dim light of your bedroom welcomes you, and you're finally realizing that you had just been dreaming. The warmth of arms curling around you is the biggest relief you had ever felt, and you instantly pull Vriska into the tightest embrace possible, burying your face into her shoulder. You just hold her for a few moments before pulling back, staring into her now open eyes.
"M-morning. Sorry if I woke you..." You whisper, taking a deep breath. "You have no idea just how beautiful you look right now..." You continue before leaning close to kiss her deeply as if you hadn't seen her in years. Right now you wanted to do about anything to remind her that she's alive and here and yours. You let it linger a long while, and you even break it once only to regret that decision and immediately return to kissing her. Eventually you do stop, pulling back and taking another deep breath. "Hope you're okay with us staying like this forever because I'm not really interested in letting you go right now."
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Vriska: Inquire after mental health
Youve only just begun to drift off into sleep again when suddenly you feel John move against you and hear the catch in his breath. You consider opening your eyes again for a brief moment, then suddenly his arms are around you, pulling you into a crushing hug. Youre too surprised to do anything but return the hug, gently brushing your fingers against his skin. Something is obviously worrying him - not because of the hug itself, but because of what the hug feels like, almost like hes afraid youll disappear or something of the like.
Your eyes open as he finally releases you and pulls back to look at you, a sleepy smile creeping across your face. Waking up to see him right next to you has become somewhat normal at this point to an extent, but somehow this morning is different. Whether its because of last night or something else entirely you dont know, but this morning is special. You eagerly return the sudden kiss with one of your own. It feels unusually urgent, but its still a wonderful feeling.
When the moment ends, a good few seconds later, you pull back a little to look at him, scooting up on the bed so youre at eye level with him. Morning, John, you murmur softly, stretching for a brief moment before shifting so that youre pressed even closer to him. I think Im cool with staying like this forever. Sounds convenient, fun, all that. Though I seem to have finally achieved the goal of looking good even when Im half asleep and not at all beautiful-feeling, you add with a slight laugh.
After a moment you detach one of your legs from where its tangled with his and cautiously poke a foot out from under the covers to test the temperature of the room. Your bare skin is immediately met with cool air, and you quickly pull it back in, returning to the beautiful warmth under the covers. Normally youd prefer being cold over being hot, but like this, the temperature is absolutely perfect.
Yeah, staying here sounds like a good idea. Its too cold to leave, you say with a grin, leaning up for another kiss, this one shorter but just as tender as the one just a moment ago. You start to say something else, but theres still something nagging at your mind.
Hey, John? You pull back a few inches, propping your head up on one of your hands, facing him with a bit of a frown. Is something wrong? You look like youve seen a ghost. Youre used to his tight hugs and eager kisses, but there was something different about the hug and kiss just now, something that makes you think that either something happened or he thinks that something will happen. Either way, he does look uncomfortable, and youve decided to take on the responsibility of making sure hes never uncomfortable or unhappy.
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John: Reluctantly recall dream
You smile happily with her agreement to remain in bed. Yeah. This was pretty much the perfect spot and you never wanted to leave. Who would ever want to leave this spot? No one, that's who. You further your snuggle into Vriska's warm embrace as she offers you another kiss which you accept without hesitation. Last night's activities were constantly running through your mind and it was hard to keep yourself from already getting excited again. Despite only being awake for like a minute, you're already contemplating asking her to have a little fun, but when she pulls back and looks at you with concern you know what she's going to ask before she asks it.
Your smile fades and you let out a soft sigh. You didn't really want to think about the dream. You were hoping to forget it as quickly as possible, in fact, but Vriska was getting pretty good at reading you and you wanted to be completely honest with her. "I had a dream where Terezi didn't miss when she attacked you for wanting to go after Jack... I always tried not to think about it too much, but it reminds me that I'm only here because I died in an alternate timeline. There are doomed timelines where we never met. Maybe there's one where she does kill you and you don't come back. And all that vague paradox space bullshit considers that death 'just' and keeps you from me... How is that just? Who's judging these things?"
You turn so you're laying on your back and rest an arm over your eyes in an effort to look sort of exasperated, but truthfully you're just hiding the tears beginning to well in your eyes. It seems so stupid to get this upset over a dream, but it still managed to hit you pretty hard due to what it involved. "I probably shouldn't dwell on it... Still, it's kinda crazy that just a month ago I had never even met you and before that we had only talked for one day two years ago, yet now I can't imagine living without you. Even just a dream about losing you is terrifying."
You finally turn back to Vriska, admiring her loving gaze and returning your arms to their rightful position around her body, pulling her close again. "I... think I'm just gonna use it as evidence of just how important you are to me. Last night I felt closer to you than I ever have. I want to feel that as much as possible..."
It was impossible to look at her for very long without feeling the intense need to kiss her, so you make it happen. Your lips press against hers in a gesture of love and affection you quite enjoyed giving her. It helped remind you that she was real and this wasn't just another dream. It would be a better dream, at least, but you preferred the real thing. This Vriska was definitely real and you had her all to yourself. That thought alone eliminated any sadness brought on by the nightmare. As you kiss her deeply you slightly grind yourself against her abdomen without even really thinking about it causing you to let out a small breathless moan against her lips. It was difficult not to continue last night's activities when she was right there, naked and warm.
You pause briefly and break the kiss, staring into her eyes once again. One of your hands moves up her body, combing through her wild hair until it reaches her left horn. Your fingers gently stroke the warm, bone-like material as you smile attractively. "And trust me, you're impossibly beautiful right now. Well.. you always are... Anyway, what about you? Are you doing all right...?"
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Vriska: Distract both of you from disturbing dreams
Carefully watching Johns face, you see when his expression quickly sours that youve hit something he probably doesnt want to talk about all that much. You contemplate retracting your question in the moment before he finally answers you. It actually doesnt surprise you that much. After telling him that Terezi stopped you from going after Jack, even being vague about it, and given the barely concealed hostility the two of you displayed toward each other in the first couple of days, youd have been surprised if he didnt figure out exactly what happened eventually. You just didnt expect it to be in a dream like this. It kind of makes you wonder why he would have that dream. At this point, assuming that anything happens by chance is pretty much the stupidest thing you could possibly do.
You quickly move closer, wrapping your arms tightly around him, sensing his frustration. John, with the things Ive done, I could trip over my own feet and break my neck and itd be a just death. Im fairly sure that pretty much any death for me would be just. Certainly not heroic, but just. You dont need a judge to know that much. Maybe not fair to you, but I get the feeling that paradox space doesnt care about matespritship. You quite happily receive the hug that follows, your mind briefly flashing back to when you first started trolling him and how freaked out he was. Its kind of funny, in retrospect. Though back then you never would have been able to forsee any of this, including being comfortably encircled in his arms in his bed.
You lean in a little more to meet his lips halfway, your grip on him tightening to pull him closer. Feeling him rub up against your midsection, you let out a light gasp, nudging his hips lightly with yours in return. Once the kiss has ended, you pull back the slightest bit, just enough to be able to look into his eyes without being too close to see him properly. Youre greeted with a smile that could disarm literally anything in any universe. What you didnt expect was the sudden feeling of his fingers running across your forked horn, sending tingles and waves of pleasure through you. You groan softly, leaning into his hand, encouraging him to keep going. Youre almost too distracted with the almost hypnotic feeling that accompanies every movement of his hand on the sensitive material of your horn to notice that he asked you something a moment ago.
Mmm...yeah, Id say Im all right...I didnt dream that you died or anything. Which...honestly...I dont even know what Id do if you did. Hearing him talk about how he saw you die in a dream makes you automatically wonder how youd feel if he were killed in front of you. Just thinking about it makes you feel suddenly cold, as though any warmth that was ever in your heart just drained away with the imagined death. Reflexively, your arms tighten around him, just making sure that he isnt going anywhere, that hes still alive and next to you. If you die, if you ever even think about dying, I swear I will kill you, you inform him with a small grin. You did promise you wouldnt leave, so Im going to hold you to that promise.
With a quick movement, you roll to the side, pulling him half on top of you, your legs hooking firmly around his waist. But enough of all that. Long story short, youre not allowed to die. Your hips bump slightly against him again as you reach up for another kiss, tugging his lower lip lightly between your teeth, grinning up at him. You are, however, allowed to do pretty much anything else...
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John: Do anything else
The small noise she emits thanks to your attention to her horn causes you to shiver in excitement. Any chance that the two of you were going to leave this bed anytime soon was gone at that point. There was no way she could make a sound like that and get away with it innocently. You happily continue to massage her forked horn as she replies, though you can't help but feel bad that the subject of your nightmare was now leading her to consider a similar situation from her perspective. Just thinking about losing Vriska made you feel terribly numb, and you never wanted her to think about losing you either. Still, it was nice to be reminded that she cared about you just as much. To know she'd be just as hurt to lose you as you would be losing her. Her joke helps lighten the mood once again and you respond with a grin and a light chuckle.
"Ooh, pulling out the big threats, Serket? I'm scared!" You reply sarcastically. "You already saw me die anyway! In fact, it was your doing! But don't worry... I plan to keep that promise. You're stuck with me forever, sooo... better get used to it!"
The next thing you know she's pulling you partially on top of her, wrapping her legs around you as if to reinforce the fact that you're not allowed to leave her. You have no objections, because you certainly never would want to. A slight gasp escapes you when her hips grind against yours and you easily return the kiss she offers, your skin tingling thanks to the sensation of her teeth gripping your lip playfully. A wide grin spreads across your face as she reminds you you're allowed to do anything. No matter how many times you hear it, it was still amazing to realize that a woman this immeasurably gorgeous would let you explore her without hesitation. When you had woken up you had briefly realized you were really hungry, but any hunger for food was now replaced by hunger for her instead.
"Ugh.. Vriska, you are so freaking hot... It's just not fair! You say these sexy things and then give me sexy looks and it just totally makes me feel like such a dork because I can't compete!" You chuckle before leaning in to kiss her again, your tongue running across her lips and tracing her fangs before whispering to her in a husky tone. "So... I'm just going to do my best to make you feel as beautiful and sexy as you are..."
You pause stroking her horn to lock your arms around her tightly, rolling her until she's completely on her back with you on top. The position was pleasantly familiar. You love having her trapped between your body and the bed, or the wall. It helped make it feel like she was yours and she wasn't going anywhere. Not that you thought she would. Eventually you move up her body until you're close enough to give her left horn a nice strong lick. "Seems like you like it when I touch these... That's good to know..." You utter softly as you reach a hand up to grasp her other, hooked horn and begin stroking it vigorously between your palm and fingers.
Your cock is now gently grinding against her belly, a bit of aroused fluid dripping out and coating her warm skin. You can't help but moan lightly at the feel of her rubbing against you. Your left hand moves back to the forked horn, your index and middle fingers lightly prodding the sharp points for a moment until pressing down enough to cut into your skin. You momentarily grit your teeth at the sharp stinging sensation, but the pain is minor and a small price to pay to give pleasure to the love of your life. You shift back downward so you're looking into her eyes once again. The expression in yours is lustful and intense as lean into her lips to kiss her fiercely. You don't let the kiss last too long though, and before she has any chance to object you run your cut fingers along her lips slowly until you push them into her mouth. The warm, wet feeling soothing any remaining pain almost instantaneously. Your body slides down even further, keeping your hand at her mouth as you reach her perfect breasts, taking the right one into your free hand and gripping it tightly, guiding the nipple into your mouth. Your tongue and teeth quickly work to nearly devour the warm, soft flesh and hardened nipple. Your penis is now twitching as it presses into her leg and you knew you'd need to find some way to satisfy it soon...
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Vriska: Repeat the words of a not-so-wise not-so-old troll
You roll your eyes in mock exasperation at the reminder of when you were first responsible for Johns death, remembering perfectly well how you literally talked him into getting himself killed. Yeah, I indirectly killed you that one time. But the difference is I knew you would come back, and I helped you right up to God Tier, you remind him with a grin. Partially because its true, and partially because you do feel kind of bad for getting him killed. But any leftover guilt over the incident is quickly dissipated by the smile that appears on his face, one of the few things that has the ability to catch you completely off guard.
Hypocrite... you mutter into his ear softly, grinning a little into the kiss, toying a little with his tongue. When you finally pull apart, you wrinkle your nose at him. You say that now, but what about my point of view? Maybe its just the same as yours is - You break off with a yelp as he rolls completely on top of you, effectively keeping you pressed comfortably into the mattress under him. A sudden shudder runs through you at the feeling of his warm, wet tongue running across your horn, your legs tightening abruptly around him. You grin up at him, but that lasts for only a couple of seconds before one of his hands gives attention to your other horn, the euphoric sensation accompanying the rubbing fingers bringing out your breath in short, quick gasps.
Aw John, you know thats not fair, youre just too perfect to say no to, you whisper with a bit of a smirk, closing your eyes as you feel him rub up against you again, clearly as eager for more as you are. You feel the sharp tips of your horn dig into the skin of his fingers hard enough to draw blood, and you shiver the slightest bit, pushing against his fingers instinctively before you realize that it probably hurts him and pull away, sighing pleasantly as the sensitive tips remove themselves from where theyre slightly embedded in his skin. Effective eye contact is made for maybe half a second when he moves down again to look at you, then youre sharing a brief, heated kiss that quickly ends. You start to move to pull him back into the kiss, but youre stopped by his fingers gliding across your lips, the same fingers that you cut just a moment ago with your horn. Your tongue flicks out momentarily to lick away the small trail of blood his fingers leave before they find their way past your lips and into your mouth. Immediately your lips close around his fingers and you suck away the blood seeping from the cuts on them, tongue carefully caressing the warm, slightly bloodied skin. One of your fangs drags across the top of a finger, stopping just short of cutting him again.
Youre momentarily distracted by the sudden feel of his mouth on one of your breasts, biting down just a little on his fingers with a muffled moan, not enough to break skin, but enough that you have to be careful of your teeth. The way hes pressed against your leg, close enough to let you feel every tiny movement, is maddening to say the least. Maybe you should let him know that. You think youll do just that.
What happened to Just do it already? you mutter, giving his fingers one last gentle nip before pushing them out of your mouth with your tongue. With a little difficulty, you slide under him so youre both positioned more conveniently for what youre fairly sure both of you have in mind, the confident smirk returning as you lean up for another kiss.
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John: Take a hint
Every so often you wonder what the hell you're doing, but your instincts took the reins when in such an intimate embrace with your lovely alien girlfriend. As strange as it was, the sensation of Vriska sucking on your fingers which you had willingly cut upon her horns was sending an excited, warm pulse of pleasure through your entire body all the way to your center. Honestly, you're convinced she could do just about anything to you and you'd find it arousing. No one had ever turned you on like Vriska. When you used to get yourself off just imagining what being with a girl was like it was clear you actually didn't have a single clue. You could have never truly imagined just how good the feeling of smooth, warm, bare skin against yours would be. Never could have imagined how good a nice, deep kiss tasted. Never could have imagined how every sound and gasp she made would be sweeter than music, and would drive you mad with desire. The noises were like trophies for your effort, and each one was special to you. It was true that she was the only girl you had ever been with, but you just knew in your heart that she was perfect for you.
You continue to suckle at her breast, shuddering a bit at the feeling of her teeth biting down on your fingers. They were sharp, but she was careful enough not to cut any further. You wondered just what sort of restraint she had to conjure in order not to bite you more often. How violent were Trolls during sex, usually? She seemed to like it rough, and you enjoyed being rough (or at least what you thought was rough), but was it possible she still wanted more? Your train of thought is broken when she pushes your fingers out of her mouth and pulls you back up, gazing into your eyes with that carnal desire you quite enjoyed seeing from her. Her words make you laugh softly as you accept her kiss where you can taste just a slight bit of the metallic flavor of blood on her tongue. You let a hand slip between your bodies to guide your diamond-hard erection toward her entrance as you pull back from the kiss slightly, your lips still brushing against hers.
"Maybe I like teasing you until you say it... It's kinda like you're begging in your own way. It's really sexy..." You explain, immediately kissing her again with a bit more intensity. You were coming to realize you liked a bit of foreplay, but it didn't take long for you to get incredibly antsy to be inside of her. Thankfully, she often seemed just as impatient as you were, if not more, and you certainly weren't going to make her wait.
You draw back from the kiss pull back slightly to look into her eyes as you love to do while you drive into her sharply, emitting a solid moan from your throat. Immediately the familiar warmth is surrounding you again making every inch of your skin and every bone in your body tingle with pleasure. You perfectly fill her with your entire length as you fit comfortably inside and amazingly it feels just as good as the previous times, if not better. Your cock pulses against her tight walls and you let yourself rest inside for a moment while you enjoy her racing heartbeat matching your own. While you let one arm wrap tightly around her, the other hand reaches up to brush a stray strand of hair away from her forehead before gliding into her hair completely. You admire the incredible softness of it for a few moments until your fingers reach her horns once again, gripping the right one and stroking it like you were before.
"Normally I really hate waking up in the morning, but if this is what I have to look forward to then it just might become my favorite part of the day..." You proclaim, pulling out all the way to the tip before pounding all the way back in, beginning a nice, strong rhythm shortly after. You can never get enough of how vulnerable she looks whenever she's beneath you, taking your entire length with every hard thrust. You're not certain howyoulook, but you know your face is probably flushed red as a tomato and you moan softly, occasionally calling out her name, with each rough movement inside her. your During one particularly powerful thrust you lean down to kiss her passionately, letting your tongue explore freely followed by some teeth nipping at her lower lip hungrily.
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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 hes 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, hes 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 thats 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 youll 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 youre able to look at him, your face flushed a deep blue from a mixture of exertion and lust. Remember when I asked you if youve ever been on top and you obviously hadnt? 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. Theres 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. Yknow, believe it or not, it just might be more fun the other way, you concede, grinning down at him. The beds 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.
human
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 Johns 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 theyre 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 cant 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. Hes 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 youd be happy to stay like this forever.
I guess well 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. Theyd probably come looking for us if we didnt 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 youre 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, its 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 dont even wear anything but your normal clothes, so its almost as if you never change your clothes at all. Which, technically, you dont. 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 its easily obvious what youve 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 thats concealed easily enough by your hair. As long as you dont run into Terezi and she doesnt come too close if you do, itll 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 its the previous night thats 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 wouldnt trust some people on the meteor with your life. Wouldnt 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 its locked. Satisfied, you turn and walk down the hallway, hands shoved into your pockets. Even though its been a few weeks and nobodys directly attacked you or your relationship, verbally or physically, nobodys directly spoken to you either unless you speak to them, which you rarely do. When Johns not around you still sometimes slip into your old habits of wandering the halls on your own. Its 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 gotlucky." 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 dont 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 youre just being avoided.
Youre almost too busy considering possible reasons why you havent 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 doesnt 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 dont turn around; you already know what shes going to say before she says it. Seeing any change in her expression isnt necessary for you to know exactly whats running through her mind. Knowing her, she can probably smell every last thing thats 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 youd hate the most to hear it. Though whats more uncomfortable is the particular point in the conversation shes 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.
Dont think I cant practically hear the gears in that thinkpan of yours racing along there. It doesnt make a difference whether I tell you one thing or another; either way, youll come to the same conclusion. Maybe youll be right and maybe youll be wrong, but it wont 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 Idothink 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 dont let the sudden flash of doubt show on your face or anywhere else, but no doubt she noticed your hand move - its no secret that you always carry the dice with you. Its been two years since the incident, but the memories associated with that coin arent pleasant ones, and certainly not ones you wish to relive. You dont 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 theres a sense of relief. Because you know that if she had tried again, youd 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. Its 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 dont 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 shes 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 hadnt died. The idea that shes glad youre 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 couldnt really blame her for doing what she thought was best. She wasnt 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 thats just it - it was a long time ago. She can tell you the others want to be friends, but that doesnt necessarily make it true. But still...if it is true, then maybe youre 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 shes 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 havent forgotten that time yet, she certainly hasnt either. But did John really feel that bad about what you were doing while he was with everyone else? Terezis 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 wont assuage the worry. A part of you, the part thats 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 dont 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 wasnt too happy about being stabbed in the back, but itd 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 didnt know if youd 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, hed 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 didnt 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 wont need them.
Right now I really dont want to talk to anyone. I havent wanted to talk to anyone for a while, and Im pretty sure none of them have wanted to talk to me either. The only reason were 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 isnt quite the same - it isnt genuine. Before you had actually resented her and avoided her. Now you arent sure. Its showing, and youre 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. Youve 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 youve never considered joining any of them in their supposedly worthwhile activities. Whether its because you were never interested or you never assumed theyd want you around, youre not sure. You havent thought about it until now. But maybe Terezi is right, maybe you havent been trying as much as you could have to communicate with the others.
Maybe Ill 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 dont do a very good job of it. In the two years youve 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 didnt exist to anyone but yourself. But now that Johns 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. Johns voice is easily recognizable, as is Karkats, especially when both of them are arguing at full volume about various things you assume to be part of the game. You suspect theyre having another one of their electronic battles, and as amusing as it is to listen to, you dont want to interrupt by being around. You told Terezi youd try to talk to the others, but you never said youd do it now. Later would be better. More convenient. Actually, later would be highly preferable. You have no clue what youre going to say to anyone after two years of hardly speaking a word to them. Youve 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. Youll save the awkwardness for later.
Normally when you wander the halls like this, youre 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 nights worth of memories to relive in your mind, before you realize it youve spent several hours just walking, thinking about the events of last night. By the time those thoughts fade away, youre in a part of the meteor that people are rarely found in. Its 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 youve 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, havent breathed a word of it to anyone. But Terezi already knows, and if Dave doesnt know through her, he probably does through John. Then hed 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, youre so deep in thought that you dont 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 theres only one person on the meteor who would be confident enough to know that they wouldnt 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 youre offered.
Why wouldnt 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 wouldnt tell him anything about your encounter with Terezi or your plans to try and talk to the others. Itll be a nice surprise for him if things work out, and if they dont, hell have never known you were intending to try in the first place.
Im 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 dont 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. Ill 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 doesnt stay that way for long. Within seconds, youre 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, hes 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 were in a hallway on the opposite side of the place from the bedrooms, right? You pause for half a second to consider. Youre in a part of the meteor that even you havent visited in months. If you almost never visit the place, then the others certainly never visit the placeYou think. Youve been doing a fairly good job of keeping tabs on everyone else on the meteor, but you cant 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 dont care. At the moment youre backed up against a wall by the only guy youve ever fallen for with the zipper of your jeans down, and youre fairly sure youre practically radiating heat. You know you should be worried that someone might come down this way and see or hear you, but youre 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, youre curious to know what hed 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 Johns response to your decision, tightening your arms around him, pulling him tighter against you. Its 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 havent used them since...well, you havent used them in a long time. Of course, you dont 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. Its 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 youve 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.
Youre almost too absorbed in the attention his fingers are giving you to notice that hes 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 youre 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 wont 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 youve already done this three times in the last two days, surprisingly, youre still hungry for more. And youre impatient enough to press against him tightly, lightly hooking your right ankle around his left, drawing him even closer.
If youre going to do it, then youd 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 hes going to tease you like that, then youre going to make damn sure that hes 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 herthat 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 youve 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 shouldnt 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 isnt 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, youve 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 hell 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 its 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 isnt even fair how much I want you... You dont 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 hes fucking youright now, you still want him more than ever. Its confusing and more than a little frightening, but more than anything else its the feeling that hes the only one that youve 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 Johns doing a windy thing. A really tiny windy thing, but a windy thing nonetheless. Youre 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 youre in this position, you doubt youll 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 dont plan to ever let you go, you reply softly, leaning in for a quick, small kiss. Somewhere in the back of your mind, youre registering the dull pain of his tight grip on you, but its so far off of your main focus that you dont 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 youre 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 hes probably used to by now. At this point youve given up arguing with his insistence that youre perfect for now, instead choosing to be secure in the knowledge that he even thinks of you as perfect, despite the countless things youve done that are decidedly not perfect in the least.
What you fail to take into account is the suddenness of the orgasm that you didnt 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 dont 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 youre still latched onto him as tightly as you can be, youre 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 youre both relaxed and not relaxed simultaneously. Its difficult to keep the position youre 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 Johns 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. Its a long walk back to his room, but you both seem to be happy to take it slowly. By now youre 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 dont 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 didnt 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 Ill 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 youre comfortably settled.
You half turn your head to return him into your line of vision, quirking an eyebrow at him. I wasnt kidding when I said Id 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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John: Help Vriska relax
You instantly lean into Vriska's hug, holding her tight against you as her words soothe your mind. It was nice to hear her sound so devoted to you, because you definitely felt the same way. Karkat's shipping grid indicated you'd marry Rose and at the time you were actually kind of gullible enough to believe it. You liked Rose a lot, but you'd never felt for her what you felt for Vriska. Vriska really was perfect to you and everything about her drove you wild. You could only hope you did the same for her, as ridiculous of an expectation that was.
She soon initiates a quick kiss and the sharp tug of her fangs as she pulls away makes you want to just toss her onto the bed yourself and ravage her until dawn. Figuratively, of course, since there was no dawn on this goddamn space rock. That said, you promised her something relaxing and you were going to try your hardest to provide. The way she taunts you as she gives you your little time limit forces you to respond with your own mischievous grin. You remain still at first, watching her lay on the bed as you asked and god damn if she doesn't look incredibly sexy with her naked back and rear exposed just for you. Even considering everything you two had done together already there was still a part of you that was immensely giddy about the fact that there was a naked girl on your bedright nowready and waiting for you.
Once again she reminds you that her threat of retrieval was not in jest and you shake your head lightly, leaning down to pick up the bottle once again. "So bossy! When you say it like that, maybe Iwantyou to come get me..." You reply with a smirk, making your way over toward the bed and climbing on top of it next to her.
You take a moment to brush her long, untamed hair to the side, giving you better access to her neck, back and shoulders. As you kneel beside her completely naked body you can't help but feel a bit nervous. You've never really done this before, so you can't be sure you even know how to do it correctly. You knew there was a sort of art to the whole thing and that it could very easily be performed poorly, but you wanted to try. You decide to just go with the flow and start gentle. Taking the bottle, you squeeze some of the fluid into your palm before rubbing your hands together, generating a nice, hot friction. You pause for a moment to take a deep breath and stop yourself from shaking due to the excitement. If you couldn't keep your twitchy-ass hands still then it would defeat the entire purpose of this.
Thankfully, you will yourself still and calm and you proceed to lean over Vriska, placing your hands on her shoulders and beginning soft, circular movements along her perfectly smooth, unblemished skin. As your hands trail down her back her body begins to shine from the oil now coating her everywhere you've touched. You gulp and take another deep breath to make sure you don't start to shake again. You were already mesmerized by the sight as well as how utterly spectacular it is to have your hands all over such an exquisite body. Your fingers push in a bit harder as they slide down to her lower back, digging your thumbs in just a bit. You then spread your fingers wide as you drag them over her rear, getting a nice full grip of both cheeks. As you pull your hands back up her body you're given a brief glimpse of the slightly glistening lips between her legs. You bite your lip to try and distract yourself and not get too excited. You didn't want to rush this moment just because you were getting impatient. You remind yourself to continue, moving up further to caress her neck with the entirety of your hands.
"So uh... is this the sort of relaxing you had in mind? Should I keep going?" You chuckle lightly. You're pretty certain you already know the answer. That didn't mean hearing it wouldn't be nice, though.
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Vriska: Enjoy massage
You roll your eyes at him, grinning up at him as he appears next to you, sinking one side of the bed a little with his weight. Maybe next time I will come and get you. You let him move your hair to the side, feeling the slight chill of air on your newly exposed neck and shoulders. Waiting comfortably with your head pillowed on your arms, you watch him curiously. He looks nervous, which, admittedly, you find kind of cute.
You hear a slight squelching as he squeezes the bottle, dispensing a little clear, viscuous liquid into his hand that you now recognize to be oil. You only have time to be confused for a few seconds before his weight shifts on the bed and his hands are on your shoulders, the oil coating his skin lending a soothing, slippery feeling to the sensation of his hands running across your bare back. A slight shiver runs through you as his hands move down your back, quickly and effectively calming the tension in your muscles. You sigh softly in contentment as he reaches your rear and starts back up again, closing your eyes to let the feeling of his hands rubbing against you take over completely. You dont think youve ever felt anything quite like this. Back on Alternia, you lived alone except for your lusus, so you never got any physical contact, and when you met up with your friends you were all too busy fighting to stay alive to think about relaxing.
The rapidly increasing sense of comfort spreading in your body makes you almost sleepy, and you let out a light, unintelligible murmur, leaning your neck against his hands with a smile. No, I think Id rather have you stop and not have my promised relaxation, you reply, giving him a little wink. Yeah, I think keep going sounds like a very nice plan.
You reach up to rest one of your hands on his, tracing light patterns on the back of his hand with a finger before giving it a gentle squeeze. What hes doing now is by far literally the most relaxing thing youve ever felt. Normally, you wouldnt trust anyone enough to let them anywhere near you when youre exposed this way, especially not when your back is turned to them. But just the knowledge that there is someone you can trust to this extent is relaxing in itself. Not having to worry about anyone else besides you and John coupled with the incredible feeling his hands are spreading on your back with the oil is enough to have an effect on you falling just short of putting you to sleep.
This is definitely the kind of relaxing I had in mind...even though I didnt know it existed. You arch your back in a catlike stretch, settling down again several inches closer to him. And I intend to get the full benefit of this kind of relaxing.
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John: Make sure every bit of her shines
You release a breath of relief when Vriska admits to being quite happy with your choice of relaxing activity. You were also quite happy to provide it. The way she was laid out for you surely wasn't something she had done for anyone else, so you weren't going to take her trust in you for granted. "Good, because I'm not even close to finished..." You whisper as you lean next to her ear, giving the pointed tip a quick nip with your teeth.
Your hands journey back down her body once more with fingers pulsing against the patterns in her skin and the tough muscles underneath. You could feel tenseness in her body drift away with your touch, further indicating that you were doing pretty well. You reach her legs and run your hands down them in long, stroking motions. You don't ignore her feet either as you give both their own smaller massage to accompany the larger one you're providing to her entire body. Your fingers then drag back up her legs in an agonizingly slow motion and when you reach her thighs again you slip them between her legs to caress the folds residing there, tracing the lips with your fingertips in a teasingly slow series of motions. As soon as your hand arrived at that sensitive spot it leaves, returning to the massaging motions along her back until you curve past the shoulders and down the entire length of her arms. You take her hands, providing them with their own attentions similar to her feet, appreciating each curve and finger separately.
You take another deep breath. Your blood was starting to boil just touching her in such a way. It was becoming increasingly difficult to hold yourself back but you're not sure you ever wanted to be inside her more than you do now. The glimmer of her shining body in the dim light certainly wasn't helping matters. While still grasping one of her hands you give her a bit of a tug, indicating you'd like her to turn over. You watch as she does, still managing to be distracted by her sheer beauty and the way her hair cascades around her like some sort of goddess dreamed up by an artist told to imagine perfection. You shift a bit in your position to kneel above her head and you take a moment to look down at her from this new perspective. You smile, taking her hands in yours again and give them a soft squeeze.
"Kinda like the view of this new angle..." You grin, leaning down to give her an upside-down kiss from above. You let it rest on her lips for a good, long while, never getting too deep or fierce. Your hands loosen from hers and grasp at the oil bottle, putting a bit more on your hands before reaching out to her chest and continuing your massage from above. It's not long before your hands are at her breasts and you allow your palms and fingers to gently squeeze and fondle them lovingly. You finally break the kiss, nipping a bit at her nose and jaw while you're still in the vicinity until you move back to her side. The hands continue their work, massaging along her belly and sides, making big strong movements as if you were worshiping her entire body, occasionally dragging nails across the skin to add a bit of sharpness to your mostly smooth motions. You move lower, purposefully avoiding the spot between the legs as you run your hands down them, coating them with the oil in an effort to make every inch of her shine exquisitely.
You're in a prime position to stare directly at her vagina as you slowly drag your fingers up like last time. This time you caress her folds more earnestly, your fingers directly probing at her clit and stroking her lips with a clear purpose of getting her aroused if she wasn't already. You can't really take it anymore. Your jeans feel like they're three sizes too small at this point, so you zip them down and slip out of them. You can't help but sigh deeply as you free your erection from the confines of the pants and boxers. You let one hand reach down to your shaft and run up it slowly, coating it in oil as well. Your cock now stands at full attention, glistening in the soft light.
"God, you look... incredible... You're so beautiful. Don't try and deny it..." You smirk, running your eyes along her body slowly as you admired what the oil did to her skin.
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Vriska: Suggest new position
A vague grin crosses your face at the tiny bite John places on your ear, and you swear youre literally melting where his hands run over your skin, completely eradicating any tension there as if it had never been there. Your constantly half-coiled muscles finally unwind, leaving you completely relaxed under his hands. Every small motion he makes on your skin is another wonderful feeling of relief, coaxing out all of the tense knots in your body. Even the tiny massages your feet receive can contend for the position of the best thing youve ever felt. Your heartbeat suddenly spikes as his hands run up your legs, clearly being infuriatingly slow on purpose. When his fingers finally brush against your lower lips your breath hitches slightly as a sudden tingle runs through you. The fingers are gone as quickly as they came, leaving an irritating desire for more behind them.
Your hands automatically close over his at their touch, grasping at his oil-coated skin. At his light urging tugs, you flip yourself on the bed, careful to make sure that your hair stays out from underneath you, fanning out behind you in dark waves. At the same time you feel him shift again on the bed and suddenly youre looking up at an upside-down version of his face. You grin at him, finding this new position a little funny.
You lean your head back a little to catch his descending lips with yours, eagerly returning the offered upside down kiss. It feels a little odd at first, being kissed at this angle, but its surprisingly comfortable. You offer a little protest when his fingers detach from your hands, but you quickly remove such objections when they replace themselves instead on your breasts, kneading them with a calming rhythm. Wrinkling your nose a little at his small nips at you, you give him a soft smile, knowing itll convey the message of contentment youre trying to send him. Your eyes drift shut again as he moves back to your side, drinking in the incredible feeling of just having his hands run over your skin this way. The addition of his nails scraping lightly across you sends a pleasant shiver down your spine.
This time the fingers probing and teasing you between your legs have an obvious purpose, and it's working far too well on you. You manage to repress your reaction for all of two and a half seconds before you let out a soft moan, rocking your hips up a little to press against his hand. Your sharp ears catch the unique sound of a zipper unzipping, and you look to the side to see him free of his pants and boxers, shining in the dim light of his room. Just at the sight of him youre ready to start again.
I would deny it... you begin with a grin, but arguing with you isnt my top priority at the moment. You pull yourself into a sitting position to face him in one smooth motion, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug, heedless of the oil coating your body thats probably getting all over him as well. Thank you for that, John. I actually dont think Ive ever felt better or more relaxed in my entire life. Its actually something you never got to experience, the feeling of being completely safe, completely free of any worries whatsoever, and he is the first person to ever make you feel like that. You keep him trapped in the hug for a good half a minute, just holding onto him as if hes the only thing keeping you alive, which, for all you know, he could be.
Of course...dont think that means there arent other means of relaxation... You give him a brief kiss, taking his hands and gently tugging him into place behind you, craning your neck over your shoulder to shoot him a sly grin. I think we should switch it up a little...what do you think? You normally never would have thought of taking him from behind, but being on your stomach you find to actually be kind of comfortable...and youre also kind of curious to switch it up. A little of both.
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John: Approve of suggestion
You shake your head in slight amusement at Vriska's predictable need to deny her own beauty, but you'll agree that argumentative is certainly not your mood right now, especially as you watch her lift herself toward you. Your arms drift around her, mirroring her tight embrace as you rest your chin on her shoulder comfortably, nuzzling into her neck and soft hair. You didn't mind one bit she was getting the oil all over you. It would just be one more excuse for another joint shower, as if you needed an excuse to begin with. You smile against her as she thanks you, immensely happy that you managed to satisfy her request so well. You honestly believe you enjoyed the massage just as much, if not more, by being the one to give it. Vriska had been on guard for so long, for her to expose herself to you so completely was an honor. She truly trusted you. There was really no better feeling than knowing someone loved you enough to place total faith in you, and you would do the same for her. It didn't matter what she did in the past. It never even entered your mind anymore.
"Heh, I was a bit nervous. Never given anyone a massage before, especially one that um... involved. So, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'll help you relax whenever you want..." You whisper into her ear as you tighten the hug even more. As she speaks of other relaxing activities you pull back to look at her, offering a slight smirk as you return the small kiss. You knew what she was referring to, especially due to that impossibly sexy grin she shoots you, but you're a bit surprised when you see her turn her back toward you, guiding you behind her. She then leans forward on the bed and looks back expectantly as she presents herself to you. Your heart, already racing, seems to speed up double-time at the suggestion of switching it up to this new position.
"I think..." You pause, having to swallow due to your mouth watering unexpectedly. "You're the best thing to ever happen to me, Vriska..." You finish, indirectly answering her likely rhetorical question. Her dripping wet folds were in direct sight of you, demanding that you take her now, in her vulnerable position. You're staring now with a clear hunger that probably makes you look just a bit feral, and you're not even the one who's part dog.
You let one hand graze gently against her rear as your other guides your massive, twitching erection to her. You slide your tip against her warm lips, already shuddering at the heat emitting from them, and run it along them teasingly for just a few moments. You wanted a moment to savor the thought of knowing you were about to slam into her though you had a feeling it would just make her all the more impatient. That was okay. You liked it when she growled at you to get inside already, but you're not certain even you can wait for that this time. You need it just as much as she does, if not more. You align yourself and then jerk your hips forward, gripping her hips with both hands as you sink inside her. You tilt your head back and exhale all the air in your lungs as you let every inch of your shaft become buried inside of her, brushing against the edges of her insides like before. Somehow it feels hotter than before, maybe due to the oil or maybe it's just your imagination, but it's still an immensely pleasant heat. Even more amazing is how it feels deeper as well, despite neither of your bodies changing in any drastic way in the past hour.
You pull back, hands still on her hips to help guide her, before gripping down and slamming back in again. "F-fuck..." You gasp out, blushing furiously at your inability to hold back your exclamations. The blissful experience never seemed to dull itself one bit no matter how many times you found yourself inside her, and for that you were grateful, because you didn't want to stop doing it anytime soon. Of course, that didn't mean changing it up like this wasn't welcome. You had a feeling you were going to enjoy the coming months experimenting with new positions and more. You finally return your gaze to her, taking a few heavy, ragged breaths as you begin your erratic rhythm. Soon small grunts begin leaving your throat with every thrust and your hands begin to grip her even tighter. The position makes it easy for both of you to rock your hips into each other, the slick sound of skin slapping together echoing against the walls of the room quite clearly.
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Vriska: Be just a little greedy
Im pretty sure youve proven to be better for me than I am for you, you reply, giving him a soft smile. You swivel your head around again, returning your gaze to the folds of the bed under you, just waiting. He just barely brushes against you, teasing your already hot lower lips until youre just short of telling him to hurry up and put it in you already. Then suddenly he drives into you, burying himself completely in your hot, waiting passage as his hands tighten suddenly on your hips. You let out a sharp cry, arching your back with the force of the sudden thrust. Despite the fact that he isnt putting more force behind it than he normally does, it feels like hes gone twice as deep as he has before.
You release a pent-up breath as he pulls out again, only to let out another yelp as the grip on your hips tightens again as he slams inside again, shaking you to your center. As he starts to pick up speed you quickly get used to the rhythm of this new position, rocking your hips back to meet him with every thrust. You both know you do your best to suppress the noises you want to make, but just something about this experimental position makes it exponentially more difficult to hold it in. It takes next to no time until youre emitting groans to match his, the small cries echoing around the walls of the room.
J-John...goddamn it-- You break off the beginning of your attempt to talk with another scream, squeezing your eyes shut as he drives into you again, brushing against the limit of your tight passage. You half turn your head again to try and get a glimpse of him, bringing him half into your vision. Just the sight of him behind you, driving into you like this, makes him look so incredibly sexy you wouldnt even be able to describe it if you were asked. Your arms, already shaking from the effort of holding yourself up, buckle under the force of another thrust and you quickly catch yourself on your elbows with a gasp. Surprisingly though, the new angle makes it feel even more incredible when he pushes into you, so you dont bother to try to push yourself up again, instead resting your forehead on the bed.
Impulsively, you rock backwards to meet him again, impatient to feel him inside you. When you look up again your hair has fallen into your face, shaken loose from where you did your best to tuck it behind your ears. You quickly shake it away so that you can see again, leaving only a few stray strands plastered to your face, your body shining with both the oil rubbed into your skin and the sweat of your exertion.
Youre pretty sure theres literally nothing that could make you feel any better than this. Except one thing. Get down here, you manage to grind out between your uneven, erratic breaths. Blindly, you reach back with one hand to locate one of his hands, grabbing onto it and suddenly pulling him forward and down until you feel the heat of his chest against your back. Satisfied, you release his hand, tilting your head back against his shoulder as if to encourage him to keep going.
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John: Be rougher
You were so happy to be back in your room right now because as wonderful and exciting as fucking her in an open hallway was, you didn't like that it gave her incentive to stay quiet. You wanted to hear the pleasure coursing through her as you pound against her insides relentlessly. You needed to hear every cry of ecstasy ripping from her throat, fueling you like nothing else could. Your eyes focus on the ridges in her spine as she arches her back at a particularly rough thrust. Every part of her body had a way of hypnotizing you with its perfection. She truly was the woman of your dreams, because it's just not possible to imagine someone more beautiful. Even from this position, with her hair flowing against her face making it even harder to see than it already is, she's still your shining goddess. It's surreal to think back to the first times she started trolling you. Never in a million years would you have imagined that she'd actually be the love of your life, and the one to share your bed with you.
Her moans get even louder now, and yours with them, to the point where you actually wonder if anyone would be able to hear you. The walls were thick and tough, but this was the loudest either of you had been so far. If someone did hear you, what would be so bad about that? You wonder. Maybe you'd make them jealous. No one had ever really been jealous of you for anything, but Vriska was something special. She claimed you were better for her than she was for you, but you don't agree. You're really in no state of mind to argue, though. You can only hope that she realizes how much she means to you though the intensity of your cries, the power of your thrusts, and the thickness of your arousal. Of course, sex wasn't the only reason she was important to you, you'd love her endlessly with or without it, but you think you'd both agree it was quite a nice bonus.
Incredible blissful jolts continue to shoot through you with even the most minor movements, and the large ones almost make you want to pass out from pleasure. She attempts to say something but you barely hear it and she's interrupted by her own scream anyway, which thrills you more than any words could. You catch a glimpse of her gazing back at you and the meeting of the eyes utters even more wordless lust. You completely adore the way her ruffled hair is obstructing her vision, making her look particularly wild in the throes of desire. Her arms seem to give out shortly after and she descends to her elbows. The new angle somehow makes you feel like you're pushing deeper still and your head cranes back again with a groan. The way her hips rock back against you helps give even more strength to the thrusts making this easily the roughest and hardest you've fucked her yet, and you're quite okay with that. You're sweating considerably by this point, and your glasses actually start to slide off your nose from the moisture.
Even when you think this has to be the limit to pleasure, suddenly her hand reaches back for yours, clumsily dragging you so your chest falls upon her back. One of your hands falls forward to help support you, but the other wraps under her belly to embrace her even further. You moan again at the feeling of your bodies connecting, the heat not necessary thanks to your actions, but still welcome nonetheless. You feel her hair upon your shoulder, like she's trying to be connected with you as much as possible, and you share the sentiment. You let the hand not keeping you up brush some of her hair out of the way so you can access her neck and shoulder better, immediately biting and sucking at her skin as soon as it's within the range of your lips. Your hand returns under her, this time grabbing at one of her breasts and groping it, occasionally pinching the nipple between your fingers. Your breathing is heavy and staggered, and the considerable workout is draining your energy, but you're determined to keep up the strength and pace of your motions.
You begin to growl, letting go of her breast to reach up and grab one of her horns, pulling her head to the side even further so you can gnaw on her neck with more ease. You're careful not to harm her in any serious way, but back when she mentioned she liked it rough you had been determined to give her what she wanted. Your hips continue to slam together but the feeling deep in your core was finally expanding to the breaking point. You impale her heavily a few more times before biting down onto her shoulder to muffle a harsh moan. You try to restrain it but it may have been you drawing blood this time. The edge hits you and your cock throbs as you erupt inside of her with wave after heavy wave of your seed.
"Vriska... t-that... wow..." Is all you manage in a hoarse whisper against her ear. You lick the trace amount of blood on her shoulder, hoping you didn't go too far...
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Vriska: Get comfortable
As you tug him forward against your back, you feel one of his arms curling under your stomach, pulling you closer against him and helping to support you at the same time. A slight smile plays upon your lips at the feeling of his fingers pulling your hair away from your neck to make room for his lips, and youre only too happy to lean your head a little to the side to let him at the soft, delicate skin of your neck and shoulder. You let out a slight groan as he starts to grab at your breasts, occasionally teasing the sensitive nipple.
You can feel the growling that starts to emanate from him, sending a shiver through you. A sudden tug on one of your horns pulls your head further to the side, pumping your heartbeat into overdrive with surprise and excitement. Immediately you feel more of his lips and teeth on your neck, and that coupled with his hips driving into you starts to stir the familiar feeling inside you that reminds you of the tension building up slowly in your center. You feel a sharp pain in your shoulder a moment before he reaches his limit, expelling pulses of his seed into you.
With that, youre swiftly pushed over the edge, powerless to stop the orgasm that rushes on you like a tidal wave. You bury your face in the bed beneath you and let out a scream, muffled by the sheets, as your passage contracts around him, letting your juices flow from where they had been kept pent up and waiting for far too long.
When youre sure its over, you let yourself relax again, returning your head to its rightful place leaning against his shoulder. A warm, wet tongue licks up the remaining blood from what you now realize to be the evidence of his bite on your shoulder. A smile slowly spreads across your face as you press yourself tightly against him - you requested rough yesterday, and you got it. You wait another moment to recover from the aftermath of the shared climax before turning onto your side with a contented sigh as you finally take your weight off of your elbows and forearms, pulling him down next to you so its easier to get closer to him.
I guess I was right... you murmur softly, your face lying inches from his, looking directly into his eyes. Switching it up was a pretty good idea, wasnt it? You grin at him, pulling him in for a long kiss, tangling your legs with his for added warmth since the sudden cessation of movement leaves you a little chilly and coated in cold sweat and oil - though it does lend your skin a nice shine.
And I thought I told you to stop being perfect. You didnt listen very well, did you, you complain, leaning in for another quick kiss. If you knew how much I care about you though...not just because of this, but because of everything else... You suddenly wrap him in a tight hug, pressing your face into his shoulder. You have no idea why, but youre suddenly very aware of the constant fear that you could lose him at any time, and keeping him in your arms like this makes you feel just that much better. You know youre going to need a shower at some point before bed, but for now youre happy to just stay like this.
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John: Rinse off while recalling an amusing bit of the past
Vriska's orgasm hits you quickly upon receiving your own and it's the perfect compliment, knowing she's experiencing the peak of ecstasy at the same time you were. The feeling of her constricting around you, juices flowing out to coat your entire length, is a wonderful sensation and you pump against her a few more times to make sure every bit of the climax is ridden out to its fullest. When the feeling finally begins to subside you feel both of your bodies relax simultaneously, worn and satisfied. You don't even try to move off of her for some time, enjoying the way she leans her head back against you affectionately. Eventually she lays down onto her side and pulls you along to which you follow quite happily.
You grin wide, still taking deep breaths in an effort to calm yourself completely, as she proudly reminds you who came up with the idea to try such a position. "Pretty good might be an understatement... You'll have to voice your ideas more often. Though... We'll have to try it again a few more times juuuust to be sure." You tease as you gladly lean into her kiss and allow her legs wrap around yours. You love being tangled up together in such a way. It helped reinforce the idea that she really wanted to be close to you like you did her.
You can't help but laugh as she mentions your perfection again and you shake your head before returning the second, smaller kiss. "And I told you only if you stopped being perfect first... We're gonna be stuck waiting for the other to stop being perfect forever at this rate." Suddenly her arms are around you, as if she was afraid you were going to suddenly disappear if she didn't grab onto you right that second, and your own coil around her to mirror her embrace. She tries to assure you that she cares about you and not only because of your physical attentions. You didn't need to be told, though, because you could see her genuine love whenever she looked at you. "I know how you feel, don't worry." You whisper into her ear, placing your lips against the side of her neck with a soft kiss. "I'll always love you, Vriska. No matter what."
You pull back a bit to gaze into her eyes, smiling as you withdraw one arm to reach up to caress her cheek gently with your fingertips. "To think it was just yesterday when I was still kinda nervous about telling you that. Now I can't stop saying it.. I've known for a while, though. I'd get such a nice warm feeling in my chest just looking at you, and I know now that it couldn't have meant anything else."
You continue to hold her against you for a few minutes, just enjoying having her tangled up in your arms and legs until you eventually pull free from the embrace and step out of the bed. You grab her hands and pull her with you, gesturing toward the bathroom. "As fun as it was to get all sweaty and oily, we should probably wash up..."
You reach the shower, start the water and step inside after placing your glasses on the sink and waiting a couple seconds for it to warm up. Immediately once inside you pull Vriska into another passionate kiss, sucking at her lip as you pull away with a slight chuckle.
"You know, I logged onto Pesterchum the other day to try and leave Dave a message when I couldn't find him, and I looked through my chat logs. I found the first time you ever trolled me! I was wrapping a birthday present for Jade, and you went on about how you were gonna give me a better present than the lame thing I was giving her. Immortality! Naturally I didn't believe a single thing you said! Man, you were really getting on my nerves cause you kept talking about killing me! Joke's on me, I guess?
Then you said something about it being difficult sparing me from the privilege of your company until my game began which I said was totally the worst pickup lineeverand your response was pretty hilarious in retrospect. I think it was... 'Please, John. As if there is any conceivable sequence of events which could lead me to consider you as a viable romantic partner, in any quadrant. Even the pale ones. '
So the joke is on you, too! Now look at us... I can totally touch your boobs and you don't even care!"
You waste no time placing a hand directly on one of her breasts, giving a rather satisfied smirk at the same time.
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Vriska: Cleanse your matesprit
The soft touch of Johns lips on your neck along with just that small promise is enough to reassure you that he isnt going anywhere anytime soon. You loosen your grip on him just enough to pull back to look at him, unable to resist giving a small smile at the fingers brushing against your cheek. He always does manage to know exactly what to say or do to calm any fears you might have, and for that youll be eternally grateful to him. Its weird having your own sentiments relayed back to you though - hes describing what happened to him pretty much the exact same way youd describe what happened to you. Its not just that you never felt angry or ambivalent toward him, youve had that warm feeling in your chest for ages - at least since about two years ago. It just never really had the chance to manifest itself until a month ago when he finally showed up on the meteor.
Youre quite happy to press closer to him, enjoying the warmth of his arms around you and the combined heat of your bodies. Even after a month with him, you still cant quite believe your luck. Over the last seven or so sweeps, youve managed to do basically everything that he should either be scared of you or hate you for, and when you finally meet him, this happens instead of what you were expecting.
The two of you stay like that, wrapped in each others embrace, for a good several minutes before you finally break apart. You take his hands and haul yourself up to follow him out of bed and into the bathroom, agreeing that you probably do need a shower after getting oil and sweat all over yourself from your recent activities. You eagerly return the heated kiss he offers you, moving to stand under the stream of warm water next to him in order to prevent yourself from getting cold, feeling the familiar weight of your rapidly saturating hair.
You laugh a little, turning a little blue at the mention of your letting your mind wander back to the conversation hes talking about, back when youd told him you were going to make him immortal. Snatching up a washcloth, you smack his hand softly with it, rolling your eyes at him. What if I do care? Just not in the bad way. You grin at him, lightly flicking him on the shoulder.
Thinking back to what he said about you threatening to kill him, you do remember telling him that youd gain his trust little by little, only to get him killed and just watch him die. You were telling the truth, technically, but you only let it happen because you knew he wouldnt die permanently. Even then, when you had no romantic feelings for him, you still didnt necessarily want him dead. Now the idea of him dying is one of the few things youve ever been truly afraid of, even more than the idea of your own death.
It is actually kind of funny though, remembering the time when what you had said was true and you wouldnt have considered him for any of your quadrants, concupiscent or conciliatory. Funny how things have changed, isnt it... you mutter, reaching up to pull him into a soft kiss. Two years ago I didnt have a problem sending you off to your death...but now I dont think I could, even if it meant getting you to god tier...I guess its a good thing I did back then.
You reach to the side, grabbing the soap and lathering the cloth in your hand until youre satisfied with the bubbly surface. Pulling him into another tight hug, you swipe it over his back, quickly working your way over his body with the washcloth. You end with a small flourish, stealing another quick kiss as you press your forehead against his with a grin. And now I have a clean matesprit, you announce, rinsing the cloth and draping it over your shoulder. You can dry off and all that - Ill be there in a minute.
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John: Answer message
You grin at her eye-rolling response to your boob comment, finally pulling your hand away when she slaps it with the cloth. "That was just a test! If you didn't care that I touched your boobs then I'd be pretty sad. I'd hope you'd like it! Cause I kinda plan to touch them a lot from here on out..."
You nod slightly in agreement when she mentions how things have changed and when she reaches for a kiss, you happily comply. "Well, I'm glad everything you said in that conversation turned out to be true except for the not wanting me in any quadrants thing. It was a good thing you helped me reach God Tier! If you had to do it again now, yeah it might be harder because we're closer, but I think if it needed to be done you'd make it happen. You've always been really determined and ambitious like that! It's just one of about a billion reasons why you're so amazing and attractive!"
She soon begins to wash you like she did the night before and you gladly allow her, watching as she gently runs the cloth over every part of your skin to free it from the oil and sweat that had coated you after your heated little activity. Eventually you allow your eyes to drift shut as she works around your lower body. It was difficult to not get a bit aroused when she gave attention to the more sensitive areas but you resist the urge to push her against the wall and start all over again. You were still a bit worn out after the last couple times and it would probably be better to have more than 5 minutes to rest. When you feel her reach back up your eyes flutter back open, just in time to return her small kiss and lean your forehead against hers.
You give an exaggerated frown when she tells you to go dry off. "Aw, I don't get to return the favor? Guess I'll have to think up some other way to do it... Don't make me wait too long or I'll have to come and get you!" You smirk as you exit the shower and ruffle your hair with the towel. You don't really make any attempt to fix it cause it would just get messed up again in bed anyway. Returning the glasses to their rightful place on your nose you enter the bedroom once again, retrieving the towel you had laid on top of the bed and tossing it aside. Before you get a chance to lay down, however, you catch a flashing in your peripheral vision. Coincidentally, the Pesterchum icon on your computer is alerting you to a message. You stroll over to see familiar red text.
turntechGodheadbegan pestering ectoBiologistat 22:13 --
TG: hey you there
TG: youre probably busy making the author of the kama sutra blush or something
TG: dont deny it
TG: but i was just wondering if you've seen tz anywhere
TG: just curious its not a big deal just get back to me whenever
turntechgodheadis now an idle chum! --
EB: sorry i'm here!
EB: what's up?
TG: sup nothin just she was supposed to meet me in cantropolis
TG: shes just been kinda shady lately and i think shes been crawling into vents
TG: thinks shes like hunting aliens or being solid snake or some shit who knows
TG: i think she might be hiding something from me
EB: that's weird
EB: like what?
TG: havent quite figured it out yet but i have some theories
TG: gonna go dick tracy on this shit
EB: maybe you should just trust her and not pry around into her personal business!
TG: thats stupid why would i do that
TG: im just concerned thats all
EB: well, i haven't seen her, sorry
TG: okay well talk later
You sigh softly as you stare at the monitor for a few more moments. You hope nothing weird is going on with Dave and Terezi. She didn't really seem like someone to keep secrets from him, so maybe whatever Dave was worried about was nothing and he was just being paranoid. It was kind of sweet how he was concerned. Not the sort of emotion you usually pick up from him. For now you return to the bed, slipping under the covers without even considering putting on any clothes. Hopefully Vriska would neglect them as well...
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Vriska: Dont make him wait too long
Youll get to return the favor sometime or other. But for now, go dry; you look exhausted. You shoo him out of the shower with a grin, waving away the warning he gives you. I promise, Ill be quick. Eight seconds, right? Rolling your eyes at him, you wave him out of the bathroom, tugging the shower door back into place behind him so as to not let any water get on the floor outside the shower. It takes you only a couple more minutes to have your hair and body washed, though you spend an extra minute just standing under the water, turning up the temperature until the waters practically steaming. But your need to maintain at least visual contact with John, if not physical, quickly outweighs the comfort of the hot water.
Turning off the water, you wring out the soaked mess that is your hair before stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel. After standing under the hot water for so long, its a little chilly outside the confines of the small shower. You take a minute to dry yourself, towel-drying your hair as best you can with the large towel you have. Of course, it wont dry completely, but at least it wont be dripping and soaking the sheets in the middle of the night. You briefly consider going to forage for at least a shirt for the night, then you quickly decide against it, opting for the far more appealing option of just going to sleep like this, like you did last night, which was admittedly comfortable in the extreme.
Shaking the last traces of dripping water from your hair and rubbing it all out with the towel, you wrap the towel around your body, securing it by tucking in one of the corners. You slip out the door and pad your way over to the unoccupied side of the bed, letting your towel drop as you slide in next to John under the covers.
Hi. You worm your way into his arms with a grin, settling comfortably against the warmth of his body. Every single time youre this close to him in any way you cant help but remember how amazingly lucky you are to be able to be this close to him. Just a month ago you didnt have anyone to be like this with, and the change was both sudden and very much welcome.
Looking up at him, you notice that something about him seems off somehow, different than when he left the shower to dry off. You reach up with one hand, flicking a strand of hair away from your face before scooting up until your face is level with his.
Are you all right? You look...worried about something. As you ask him the question, you feel a little twinge of pride for being able to read him so naturally. Over the last few weeks, youve gotten so used to him and his mannerisms that any aberration from his normal expression is easy to pick up on and inquire after. You know you still have quite a ways to go in the sensitivity area, but at least its a start.
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John: Inquire about the capricious one
As you lay in bed waiting for Vriska to return your mind begins to wander. When you first arrived and learned both Rose & Kanaya and Dave & Terezi were couples it kind of blew your mind. It also was part of the reason you gathered the courage to ask Vriska out on a date so quickly, otherwise you may have worried that a relationship between a Troll and a Human was taboo. Now you began to worry. Terezi didn't seem like the sort of person to keep secrets, but she seemed to really admire Dave, so if she was keeping something from him it was likely something he wouldn't approve of. For some reason the only result your mind could come up with was her sneaking off to see someone else. Who, though? There weren't exactly a lot of people on this meteor. You knew it wasn't Vriska. That thought actually amused you a bit. It probably wasn't Rose or Kanaya either. Was it Karkat...? He still seemed pretty angry about screwing up his relationship with her, so if they've reconciled then it was very recent. Now you were curious. You'd have to talk to Karkat about it later. Dave did say something about crawling into vents though. Was he just making a joke? Wait, you suddenly remember there was actually one more person still lurking about the meteor. That weird clown Troll, Gamzee. You've been here a month and you've still never seen him, but according to Kanaya no one but Karkat ever does anyway. She seemed to be hunting him down, and for good reason; Apparently he had gone on a murder spree right before the Scratch. Now you were worried for other reasons. Vriska liked taking long walks in the halls alone. Was she safe with that guy around?
Your train of thought is broken by motion out of the corner of your eye and you turn to see Vriska entering the room again. You grin as she drops her towel, giving you one more quick look at her magnificent bare form before sliding under the covers next to you. You don't even waste a second before you have your arms around her, comfortably snuggling her against you while sneaking a kiss onto her forehead.
"Hi." You respond to her simple greeting in kind, though her pleasant expression changes to one of concern shortly after. Her hand gently frees your gaze from a stray hair and you shake your head slightly.
"Well... Dave messaged me and wanted to know if I had seen Terezi. I guess she's been sneaking off to do something without telling him? I couldn't really say much, cause I haven't really seen her lately. Have you?"
You pause for a moment to just look into her eyes while letting a hand venture up through her hair to her right horn. Once there, you begin to stroke it idly, enjoying the feeling of the smooth material against your fingertips. "I think he's concerned cause she's messing around in vents or something. Maybe it's cause that Gamzee guy is out there somewhere and apparently he's pretty dangerous. Have you seen him at all while wandering around? Should we be worried about him?"
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Vriska: Contemplate the question
You think for a moment when he asks you if you've seen Terezi lately. Yeah, you did see her earlier when you found each other in the hallway by probably not-so-coincidental happenstance. But back when you saw her and you were talking, she didn't seem out of the ordinary. At least, not for her. Though honestly, you can't envision her doing stuff without telling Dave about it. They've been just short of inseparable since this meteor took off two years ago, so why she would keep anything from you you aren't sure. "I have seen her...but she seemed fine to me...not suspicious or anything. Just...normal Terezi."
Your thoughts are interrupted rather suddenly as his hand moves up and starts to stroke your right horn. You press closer to him with a brief shiver - even after he's already been literally all over you tonight, the sensitive material of the horns pick up even the slightest movement of his hand, sending through you one of the most soothing sensations you've ever felt.
Half shaking away the pleasant daze you've fallen into, you take a slow, deep breath, deliberating over the next few questions he throws at you. "Gamzee...we haven't seen him at all. Karkat's probably seen him since they're moirails, but other than that, nobody's seen him. I used to hear the occasional honk coming from what seemed like nowhere and think I was probably dreaming. Maybe I was, maybe it was him, I don't know." You trail off for a moment, thinking. You know - okay, you think you'll be fine even if he does crash out of the vents and go on another rampage. "Should I be worried about him, no. If he shows up in a murderous rage, it's not like I walk around unarmed. But you..." You know you shouldn't think of John as someone who can't defend himself, but you can't help it. If anything were to happen to him because you didn't warn him... "I know you're God Tier, and I know you have the windy thing and all that, and I know you can fight...but I don't know how dangerous he is, and I would never trust him around you. Technically you shouldn't even have been coming to find me in the halls these last few weeks. Nobody knows where he is, and that's what makes him dangerous, especially to you, since you don't know him."
You briefly close your eyes, trying to gather your thoughts. You know what you're trying to say, but you can't figure out exactly how to say it. "I guess what I'm saying is...if you're going to be in the hallways...just don't be alone. I don't know much about what Terezi's been doing in the vents, but she can handle herself. You don't have to be with me all the time, but you should at least be with someone, ideally Karkat, or Kanaya. They know their way around Gamzee." Your hand reaches up to stop his hand's motion on your horn for a moment, your eyes looking directly into his. "Promise me you won't wander off alone. At least not where nobody ever goes. And don't say I go everywhere, because I don't count - I'm always ready for anything." This is one of the few times you consider this level of solemnity necessary, so you hope he'll understand just how much you actually mean what you're saying and agree...
human
John: Stop worrying and enjoy the moment
You continue to stroke Vriska's horn as you listen intently to her rather serious warning. You only stop when she grasps your hand and gazes at you intensely. Your first thought is to laugh at her request, but you see in her eyes just how honest she's being and you wisely decide against it. You knew she was just saying this because she was so afraid of losing you, and it was nice to know you meant that much to her. You release her horn to wrap your arm back around her waist and hold her tightly against you.
"All right, I promise..." You whisper with a smile, leaning in to give her a nice, tender kiss. You knew in reality she didn't have to worry about you. You were God Tier which not only meant you were extremely powerful, but you were immortal unless killed while acting in a heroic manner, or justly after having fallen to corruption. You couldn't really see how Gamzee killing you would fall into either category, but perhaps she didn't want to take the risk either way. Dying didn't sound like a good time to you. You were somewhat comforted to learn that there was an afterlife where you could meet dead friends and even living ones through dream bubbles, but it still sounded like a pretty terrible existence compared to real life. The true fear of dying came from the thought of leaving Vriska behind. You knew you had been an improvement on her life just as much as she had been for yours, if not more. You had been bored on the ship but at least Jade and Davesprite were your friends. Vriska closed everyone off for two years. Leaving her alone again now would be cruel and you had no intention on ever letting her go.
"But geez, the way you make it sound... NowI'mkinda worried for Terezi. Maybe Dave is right to be concerned. But you said you just saw her and she seemed fine so I'm sure she knows how to handle herself...
Hey, if I can't go off wandering the halls alone, that means no more sneaking up on you and having some fun in a semi-public place again. Aw, that was kinda exciting! That said, I kinda prefer having you right here in my room where I can hear you make a little noise..." You smirk, nuzzling your nose against hers following with a forehead touch.
"Honestly, I'm still kinda amazed at just how completely in love with you I am... All that uh... intimate stuff is incredible, but just being able to look at you and hold you like this? I wouldn't trade it for anything..." You tilt your head and press your lips to hers once more before kissing her with great love and affection, taking it slow to allow you to drink in her delicious taste. Your hand slips back behind her head, helping pull her into the kiss even further as you allow your legs to tangle with hers. Yes, it really was nice to just embrace her like this and even though you were getting aroused again (because how could you not be when so close to her like this, naked and warm), you weren't going to take it any further. For now you just wanted to enjoy having her in your arms with her soft breasts pressed against your chest and her lips connected to yours.
"Also..." You mutter, pulling back from the kiss just barely. "You're truly beautiful to me, and you can't deny that because that's my opinion and not yours." You grin handsomely as you gaze into her eyes adoringly.
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Vriska: Settle in for the night
Thank you, you reply, leaning up to return the kiss. You know youre probably being paranoid, but keeping your matesprit safe is worth having him think youre being paranoid, and youll feel better knowing hes promised. You grin a little in response to the complaint about not getting to surprise you in the hallways any more. True, youd never get the excitement of knowing you could be caught in the act at any moment in the empty hallways, but that was a small price to pay to be secure in the knowledge that John will always be completely safe. And, of course, knowing that no one will ever walk in on you. Thats a pretty big bonus too. But ultimately, the primary reason for your request is to ensure his safety. That will always be your only worry.
Instinctively, you tighten your grip on him, returning the offered kiss with equal affection, almost forgetting to breathe at points because youre too busy reveling in just how perfect this moment is and how it couldnt possibly get any better. Your legs tangle with his again, drawing him even closer, so that youre pressed tightly against him, feeling the warmth of his bare skin all the way down to your toes.
Pulling away again, your face turns a deep shade of blue at the compliment, dropping your eyes from his with a half smile. No, you decide, youre not going to be stubborn and argue. Youre too comfortable to really do anything but stay where you are. Looking back into his eyes, you again find yourself wondering what good you possibly could have done to deserve his love. Especially after trolling him for as long as you did, informing him of his imminent doom kind of by your hand, and ordering him around once he did get into the game. You arent even sure when he stopped disliking you...or when you started liking him, for that matter. It didnt take long though, at least not for you.
You reach up and pluck his glasses off his nose, taking yours off at the same time and setting them to the side. If you manage to get your glasses broken while you sleep, it would really suck. You dont really need them to see - you havent needed them since you used them to block your missing eye before you reached God Tier - but you like to have them on. Its just your look, kind of like how the red glasses are Terezis look and the pajama polka dot pants are (or were) Gamzees look.
Burrowing further into his arms, you tuck your head comfortably against his neck under his chin, careful not to cut him with your horns, the side of your face pressed into his warm skin. Remind me when I changed my mind about not considering you to be a viable romantic partner in any quadrant? Because Im pretty sure I dont remember that happening. Do you have any idea how rude it is to just sneak into someones heart like that? You quickly plant a soft kiss on his neck, grinning a little. But I suppose I can forgive you, just this once.
human
John: Sleep
You're now pressed so close to Vriska that just about every inch of the front of your bodies are touching and it still doesn't feel just quite close enough. Your arms circle around her tightly as you pull her back in from her blush, which only served to make her even more beautiful, likely much to her chagrin. If she didn't want to think she was gorgeous then that was all right, but you were going to make sure she knew you considered her such. Eventually she reaches up to take off your glasses and you smile softly, taking that as a sign of sleep being imminent. You were okay with that, because your activities with Vriska had worn you out, and it you couldn't think of a more comfortable position than the one you were in now. It was a shame that when sleeping you'd lose awareness that you were holding the most amazing woman in existence but as long as you woke up with her in your arms it would be all right.
Her head nuzzles under your chin and your eyes drift shut, the smile never leaving your face. Yes, this was absolutely the best position possible. You can't help but laugh softly at her playful scolding for somehow managing to win her over against all odds. You're honestly not quite sure how it happened, but never have you been happier to experience such an unlikely scenario.
"I dunno when! You're the one who asked me on a date first, remember? I'm really happy you did, though. I might have been too nervous to ask first. You were so amazing and confident and energetic. Meanwhile I was just a nerdy human who liked to play stupid pranks. I'm not sure how I won you over exactly, but I'm sure glad it happened." You kiss the top of her head softly and nuzzle your nose into her hair. You always thought her hair smelled lovely, even though she claimed not to do anything special to it. Maybe just because it was her and you knew she was yours.
"Let's get some sleep. We can discuss the finer points of our relationship timeline tomorrow. I'm sure it's just as complex and indecipherable as all the other timeline shenanigans..." You murmur, already beginning to drift off. "Love you..."
The next thing you know you're standing in a very a strange landscape, surrounded by blue trees with pink leaves and turquoise grass. If you didn't know any better, you'd say this was your mind doing a really shitty job of trying to make an alien landscape. Not actually creating anything very weird, instead just making things you knew different colors. Seriously, this couldn't be a place this stupid anywhere ever...
You then notice a figure shaded beneath a tree. You squint, but that does nothing. You never really understood why squinting was supposed to make a thing easier to see. Was that because it helped you focus on one thing and closing off your peripheral vision? You decide to not go further down that train of thought because it was stupid and pointless. You focus on the figure again. Those horns! They were definitely Vriska's! You dash over immediately and without really thinking grab Vriska in your arms from behind and hug her tightly.
"Hey gorgeous! Fancy meeting you out here!" You chuckle before pausing. Why was her hair shorter? And what was that dress she was wearing? You'd never seen her wear anything like that...
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Be the spider girl.
What are you talking about? Youre already Vriska. You cant be any more Vriska than you already are!
No, be the other spider girl.
Oh, okay. Your name is Aranea Serket, and you are very confused. Perhaps you should trace your confusion back to its source. You think a cliche flashback is in order.
Minutes ago, but not many...
Once again, you find yourself to be more bored than you ever thought possible. You have not seen any of your friends for quite some time, so you recently decided to explore the dream bubbles floating around. Youve come across quite a few alternate copies of yourself, along with a number of copies of Meenah, Porrim, and Damara. Needless to say, you attempted conversations with...some of them. Some were actually fairly receptive, but some were altogether unhelpful. Having exhausted the possibility of communicating with your friends, you decide to visit one of your favorite bubbles, the one with pink-leaved blue trees and bluish-green grass.
You find yourself in a loose grove of trees in said dream bubble, and with nothing better to do, you simply lean against one of the trees on your side, resting your head on the blue bark. This is an excellent place to just sit and think sometimes, especially when theres no one else in the bubble with you. This time, you seem to be perfectly alone, a pleasant rarity for you. Normally theres at least one other person here, from your acquaintances or otherwise.
Several minutes pass, and you hear footsteps rapidly approaching behind you on the grass. Before you can turn or run, a pair of arms appear around you from behind, hugging you tightly. Youre too surprised to react for a few seconds, only half processing the greeting youre given by a voice youve never heard before. Looking down, the skin on the arms around your waist arent grey, but rather an odd pinkish-yellowish-peachish color.
You pull away in surprise, turning quickly to confront your...hugger? What do you even call someone that just walks up, hugs you, then greets you as if hes known you for ages? You arent really sure what to make of the human standing in front of you. He doesnt seem to be a threat, but neither does he seem completely harmless. Clearly he thought you were someone else, so he must be just as surprised as you are. You are more than very confused, actually.
I do appreciate the compliment, but you seem to have mistaken me for someone else, you inform him once you recover enough from your confusion to string together a coherent sentence. "May I ask who you are and what you're doing here?"
Vriska: Dream
Youre already half asleep by the time John finishes answering you, so you barely hear his response to your halfhearted scolding. You do feel him nuzzle into your hair and his lips pressing to your head briefly before he starts to talk again, sounding significantly more lost to sleep. Its only another second or two afterwards that you fall asleep yourself.
Its immediately obvious that youre dreaming when you open your eyes again to what looks significantly like Terezis forest back on Alternia, except its more...dreamy, you suppose. Its similar, but not exactly like Terezis forest, so it must be somewhere you havent been before. As per usual, the first idea that comes to mind is the urge to explore the place.
Shoving your hands into your pockets, you start off through the trees, walking aimlessly, not unlike what you do on the meteor, but less monotonous. It takes only a couple of minutes before the trees start to thin, and before long you catch sight of two silhouettes quite a ways away. One seems to be hugging the other - no wait, the other one just pulled away - and it looks like she has the same horns as you. Thats weird...
Briefly you consider leaving it alone and forgetting about it. Then you remember that not investigating would be ridiculously stupid. Mentally rolling your eyes, you set off towards the two figures, curious to find out who they are. You figure itll take you several minutes to get there at your pace, and you arent about to speed up, seeing as the two dont seem to be going anywhere anytime soon.
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John: Quickly realize something is not right
Things seem to go into slow-motion as you begin to realize your mistake. Your arms withdraw quickly as the Vriska-looking girl pulls away and spins to look at you. You immediately tumble backwards onto your ass in surprise. Your eyes scan the girl over, once again taking note of her blue dress. It had Vriska's sign on it, so that only served to confuse you further. You then focus onto her eyes and behind a pair of fancy-looking white frames are a set of completely blank eyes and suddenly things make just a bit more sense. This person was dead, and you were in one of those dream bubbles. Finally! You had wanted to experience another one of those ever since you met that sea troll who stabbed you with a trident before you even had a chance to really do or say anything.
"W-woah, you're... not Vriska! Or at least... not the Vriska I know. I'm really sorry!" You fumble your words a bit, blushing profusely for hugging a strange girl from behind. "I swear I don't normally approach women that way!"
You finally make your way back to your feet and recall that she had inquired about who you were and your purpose here. Well, the first question was easy to answer, but the second... "Uh, right, who am I... I am John! A human! And... I'm here because I'm asleep. No other reason than that, I guess!" It's about then that you realized that you'd been naked with Vriska when you had fallen asleep and for a brief moment you get incredibly worried. Thankfully as you look down you're in your light-blue shirt with your aspect symbol and your jeans. A sigh of relief is breathed as you return your attention to the Troll girl. She definitely was attractive, but that was simply because she looked so much like a girl you were in love with. You were at least thankful Vriska hadn't been there to see your little misunderstanding. Even if she wasn't bothered by it, you still weren't in the mood to give her the image of you hugging some other girl that tightly.
"Yeah, you definitely look a lot like someone I know... If you're not Vriska, then who are you?"
Be Karkat
You're Karkat Vantas and you don't even know how to begin with your current situation. You are literally watching yourself sleep on top of a horn pile you passed out on while waiting for Gamzee. Now you're in a dream bubble and that was the last thing you needed. That fish troll could be around and she had a habit of clinging to you like a leech. Then again, maybe seeing her wouldn't be so bad. She seemed to like you, and maybe you could talk to her. At least, if you weren't driven to suicide due to a fish pun overdose. Gamzee certainly wasn't upholding his end of the moirallegiance, and ever since the couples of Kanaya & Rose and John & Vriska started developing, it was impossible to get any of them alone. Then there was Terezi. Who knew where to start with her. She had been scarce lately, and not because she was hanging out with Strider like she had been.
"Fuck this..." You sigh, leaning against a bookshelf and shaking your head at your own, napping body. You were pathetic. You couldn't get the girl. You couldn't keep a friend. Just what good were you...?
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Aranea: Greet the human
You suppress a small amused smile as the human realizes his mistake and promptly proceeds to fall over backwards. You expect he must be one of the meteor crew since hes human, but youve never seen him before. It would probably be a little awkward to offer to help him up, so you wait patiently until hes back on his feet, listening with slight amusement to his rushed apologies. So he is indeed a human, and apparently his name is John. You think you may have heard the name before, if only in passing. You assume that for whatever reason he had for not appearing in this dream bubble before, you might be seeing him more often. He appears to be his sessions Breath player, judging by the symbol on his shirt.
No, Im afraid Im not Vriska. You almost got it right; Im Aranea, one of her ancestors. Good to meet you, John. You smile at him encouragingly. It wasnt a bad mistake to make though, so dont feel too bad about it. She might even turn out to be around here somewhere. Ive seen her a few times, but we havent actually talked yet. You take a quick glance around the place before raising a hand and pointing towards the thicker part of the forest, where you caught a glimpse of the shape of what you think to be the one he mistook you for. That must be her there.
Vriska: Meet your ancestor
After threading your ways through the trees for several minutes, the two figures finally come into view. You easily recognize one as John. The other youve seen a couple times, but youve never taken the time to talk to. You were a little too busy being you to care about anyone else at the time. Technically youre still too busy being you. John is currently the sole exception to your normal you-ness. So now may just be as good a time as any to meet her.
Not entirely sure how to greet both your matesprit and your ancestor at the same time, you resort to your arsenal of elaborate, creative greetings. Hi. Without noticing it, you kind of gravitate towards John, coming to a stop next to him and maybe a little in front of him, turning to inspect the familiar yet strange troll in front of you. So youre my ancestor. You receive a nod, a smile, and a greeting, which is almost a little confusing coming from a profile that looks so much like yours. Its like shes the older bubbly, friendly version of you. So still not entirely sure what to make of this, you turn to John instead.
Welcome to the weirdest dreambubbles in existence, I guess...what do you think?
Be the Seer.
You are now Terezi Pyrope, and you are sleeping. Well, youre awake, but the real you on the real meteor is sleeping in your room with a bottle of Faygo still held tightly in your hand. Your dream self, however, is wide awake...and also on the meteor. Sensing another presence nearby, you slip quietly into Karkats room, apparently without him noticing. You come up next to him and lean on the bookshelf the same way he is, looking at his sleeping self.
Hey. You dont really expect much of a response since you havent seen him in ages, and when you did it was never for more than a few seconds. But you figure its at least worth trying to talk to him. If he even wants to be talked to.
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John: Formally meet a Serket ancestor
You chuckle, scratching the back of your head a bit nervously. "Well I kinda gave you a huge hug when you've never even met me and since you're a Troll who knows what could happen to me after giving such an unexpected gesture. You could take my head off, I bet! Thanks for understanding though. You're super nice!"
You realize what you just said and pause, glancing back up to the Troll in the blue dress. "Are... you sure you're related to Vriska?"
It's about then that Aranea points out you have company and upon turning around you notice Vriska had indeed joined you, wearing her normal outfit and seemingly a bit uncomfortable with this whole situation. She greets you rather simply, and inquires about your opinion of the dream bubble so far. You grin, immediately wrapping your arms around her with a giddy expression. "Hi, Vriska! I have to say I think it's totally awesome! We're asleep but still spending time together!"
It's about then you remember that you're not exactly alone together, so you loosen your grip slightly and return your gaze to Aranea. "So you guys haven't met and that's your entire greeting? I'd be pretty stoked to meet my ancestors! I guess I don't really have any, though. Other than Nanna, I guess? It's strange, I thought you said your ancestor was Marquise Spinneret Mindfang, some badass Troll pirate lady. No offense, Miss Aranea, but you don't really look like much of a pirate. Youare incredibly pretty though, if you don't mind my saying!"
You give Vriska a rather dorky wink, hoping to imply to her that it was intended to be a compliment to her and not that you were flirting with another woman. You were having a hard time containing your excitement but you didn't care. You were finally experiencing a dream bubble and meeting some new people, and frankly, meeting Vriska's ancestor was pretty cool to you even if it wasn't to her.
Karkat: Make a fool out of yourself
You feel like you're going to fall asleep despite the fact that you werealreadyasleep, but the last thing you want to do is leave your dream room and possibly encounter your crazed, fashion-disaster ancestor. That guy was the only one who could ever render you completely speechless. Suddenly a voice shocks you to attention and you quickly look up to notice a pair of red glasses looking down upon you.
You grunt, turning your head up toward the voice and ruffling your own hair in frustration. "Fucking figures you only visit me when I'm sleeping. I bet you didn't expect me to also be awake at the same time. Remember who you're dealing with here. I'm a goddamned pro."
You sigh heavily, shaking your head. "...Sorry. I get it. It's responses like that which cause me to fuck up every single relationship in the world, isn't it? That's why Gamzee doesn't want to fucking deal with me anymore. He's tired of my shit. Just like you were. Just like Kanaya, and now even John. He's been on this shitrock for one month and already he avoids me like I'm some maggot infested leper. I never thought I'd see the day when someone would rather hang out with Vriska Serket than me. I always thought that no matter how fucked up in the thinkpan I was, she was always worse.
So tell me. Where did I go wrong? How the fuck to I manage to shove everyone away? I really tried to be supportive! I tried to be a good leader! This stupid game ruined everything! Caused some of my best friends to either die or go on murderous rampages! Caused the few people I have left to spend every waking moment with their new human pals! And as expected, I get left in the fucking dust."
You knock your head back into the bookshelf with a thud and shut your eyes. You wouldn't be surprised if she just left without a word. "Is it wrong that I felt a bit better when Strider recently told me that even he hadn't seen you much lately? At least maybe I'm not alone in pushing you away..."
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Vriska: Interrupt
The slightly uncomfortable feeling you had a moment ago when approaching the two disappears easily with the familiar feeling of Johns arms wrapping around you. You cave to the urge to smile a moment later, returning the hug. Yeah, it is pretty awesome to be able to see you even when were both sleeping. The two of you seem to remember your ancestor at the same moment, and you draw back a little, turning back to your ancestor to look at her curiously. Hes right, it is a little weird to not be more excited about meeting your ancestor. You guess its cool. You just never thought about it before. You think her names Aranea, right? Yeah, thats it.
Oh, Im not a pirate at all. I'm technically the preincarnation of one. But for all intents and purposes, Im just me, says the ancestor in question, flashing him a smile. You are right though; I guess I will be the 'badass pirate lady'--
Which is Mindfang, you interject. And yeah, she was some badass pirate lady. She was cooler than that sounds though. You cant help but grin at the wink he gives you, already knowing that he meant the compliment as a compliment to you, in a way.
Speaking of badass pirate ladies, we have a rather badass heiress on our team, starts Aranea again with a grin. You might have seen her around, raising enough of a commotion about her army to attract other dream bubbles. Shes formed a theory, which is actually fairly good. I dont suppose youve met her?
Terezi: Try to reassure Karkat
You start to open your mouth to respond to Karkats original response to your greeting, but before you can get anything out he starts to talk again. You wince inwardly at the torrent of whats basically all self-deprecating ranting directed more at himself than at you. Its been a while since youve talked to him, but judging by what youre seeing of him now, you feel kind of bad for not being there to help him. Instead, you were screwing around with his moirail, of all people.
You turn to face him completely, waiting several seconds after hes finished. When he shows no sign of starting up again, you cross your arms, taking a moment to think, trying to form a response in your head that wont just make him angrier. Its surprisingly hard.
Youre making all of this sound like its your fault, you finally say, straightening up a little to catch his eye. Youre irritating enough to drive us all crazy, but youve always been like that. Just because we started playing some game, doesnt mean you have to change. Its not that Gamzee doesnt want to deal with you. In case you dont remember, Kanayas likely to chainsaw him to little tiny grape-smelling pieces if she sees him. If he kept hanging out with you, he wouldnt last long.
You sigh, straightening up to look at him properly look at him. John isnt deliberately avoiding you and you know it. Hes flushed redder than your blood for Vriska, and its only been a month since they met for the first time. He isnt avoiding you, hes just being over-obsessive over his matesprit. I guess none of us saw it coming, but can you blame him?
Remembering what he said about Dave just a moment ago, you pause uncertainly, a little uncomfortable. You havent seen Dave in a couple days, and you guess it makes sense for Karkat to have talked to him if neither of them had seen you in a while.
Neither of you did anything wrong, Karkat, you mutter. I know this wont make sense, but it was all me. And I cant explain why. Just...trust me. Its not Daves fault, and it definitely isnt yours. None of it is. You're still the nubby, shouty, candy red Karkat you've always been, and nobody can blame you for doing your best to try and win this for us.
You trail off awkwardly, not having expected to say that much. But you hate knowing that he blames himself for all the crap that's been going on that's obviously not his fault. So you just hope he'll take your words to heart and stop being so hard on himself.
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John: Meet an old friend
You give Vriska a rather quizzical look when she claims Mindfang was even cooler than described. This seems suspect. "Badass pirate lady already sounds like pretty much the coolest thing ever so I'm not sure what you're trying to say!"
Aranea's mention of another badass only elicits a shrug from you. This was pretty much only the second dream bubble you've ever been in. That you know of, at least. "Hmm, I haven't really seen anyone yet other than you. I just got here... I mean, I once was in another dream bubble quite briefly. Oh yeah... Therewasthis sea Troll girl... She got all excited about being dead then tried to stab this sleeping Rose-looking girl with a fork, so I pushed her out of the way and got stuck myself. What a lame ending to that story..."
"Heeeey blue boy! Nice to sea you again!" You hear a voice call out in the distance. Somehow the inflection on the word 'see' already began to clue you in to what was happening here. A figure soon emerges from the trees carrying a trident. "Ready for round two?"
"Oh man, talk about a small afterlife..." You mutter, glancing to Vriska with a nervous chuckle. Without much hesitation she raises the weapon and looks ready to toss it at you, and instinctively you move yourself in front of Vriska. You know there's no real danger of being hurt here. At worst if either of you got stabbed you'd just wake up, but it was hard to fight the urge to protect what you care about.
"Meenah, no! Drop it!" Aranea commands, causing the other Troll with incredibly long braids to halt her motion. She initially looks confused and actually a bit saddened.
"Aww, Serket, yer krillin my fun... Can't I just poke him a little?"
"No! Now settle down. Perhaps you'd like to tell them about your plan to wage war?"
"Them? Wait... who's this Serket copycatfish... Lookit that hair. Looks like a turtle disaster..." Meenah grumps, reluctantly lowering her trident.
"Turtle disast...oh, Total disaster? That's... kind of a stretch." You mutter, unimpressed. "What exactly do ghosts wage war against, anyway?"
"Shaddap! Anyway, I'm building an army to fight a bad guy! Some guy named Clamiborn or Lord English or somefin' who's out there killin' other ghosts! If we gather enough forces then we can stop 'em. Cause I ain't in no hurry to die again!" Meenah states confidently, sauntering over to Aranea with a grin.
"Uhh... How goes a ghost die? And who is Lord English?" You inquire, trying desperately to avoid acknowledging the terribleness of any of the puns.
Karkat: Continue rant despite best efforts to cease
You growl, looking away from Terezi as she tries her best to logically explain everything. You knew that there was no logic to it. You guess you admired that she was trying, but at the same time you didn't want to be treated like a child.
"No. Gamzee is avoiding me. For the past sweep we've been totally fucking fine. Still being perfect Moirails despite Kanaya's constant hunt. Lately, though, he hasn't held up his end. I think it might be over between us..." You mutter with some sadness.
"And hah, none of us saw John and Vriska coming? I fucking saw it a mile away! Yet it's still worse than I thought! I figured they'd be all over each other until they figured out they were fucking awful together but somehow they seem even closer now! It's completely baffling and I have to wonder if either even care about the salvation of the species!?" You continue to raise your voice, though you know you were just saying that last part to cover the fact that you were fairly jealous of their relationship.
"So, I appreciate you trying to make me feel better, but I don't need your pity. I'm mature enough to realize when something is my fault, and losing you was my fault. I was so wrapped up in all this leadership bullshit, and then when we first saw the humans I got obsessed with trolling them. I had no time to listen to anyone else or even think about anything. I didn't even sleep and frankly I'm amazed I'm doing it now. So just humor me and tell me at least one thing is my fault! Don't treat me like a wriggler! How could it possibly be yours? You've literally never done a single thing that made me be even a fraction less proud to be your friend..."
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Vriska: Reclaim your view from the wall of blue
You listen curiously to what seems to be John reminiscing out loud. You dont remember him telling you about seeing the aforementioned sea Troll girl, but from his description of her, it sounds like it would be Feferis ancestor. Which, by extension, is technically the Condesce. Which, by definition, is creepy.
A voice calling out for blue boy, who you assume to mean John, makes all of you look back towards the trees to see a girl with the longest braids youve ever seen carrying a trident coming towards the three of you. She does look like shed be Feferis ancestor, so you assume her to be the girl he was talking about just now. Your suspicions are confirmed at the muttered comment. You see her raise the trident to throw it, and before you can move to apprehend the girl, your view is abruptly blocked by the wall of blue fabric that is Johns back. For half a moment you feel a surge of panic, wondering if shell actually throw it. You know he wouldnt really die if he got hit, but still. Your ancestor proceeds to command the girl to put down the weapon, which gives you time to be both irritated with and attracted to his natural instinct to protect you. You know that you both know you dont need protecting, but its still sweet that its already an impulsive thing to stay between you and a possible threat.
You resist the urge to growl at the Peixes ancestor when she makes a rather unflattering comment about your hair. Much to your pride, you manage to bite back your sarcastic remark in favor of inwardly snickering at the bad fish pun. You move out from behind John again, slipping your hand into his, just to have the familiar feeling of his skin on yours. Your attention is quickly recaptured when your ancestor starts talking in answer to Johns question.
To answer your second question, says Aranea, turning to face John, a thoughtful look crossing her face. Lord English, we believe - or at least I believe, is a member of an alien race. Hes a cherub. English isnt his actual name, though, just a title. And hes the reason Meenah here has been recruiting everyone she meets in these dream bubbles. She pauses to roll her eyes at Meenah, but she returns the grin with a smile anyway. And ghosts die by getting killed by Lord English. Im considering letting Meenah rattle off her verbal recruitment poster, actually...the last time I tried to explain this, the ghosts left by the time I was halfway through. But then she'd probably end up killing one of you again...
She then proceeds to give one of the longest lectures in Troll history despite her apparent reservations.
Terezi: Continue trying to make him feel better despite his continued ranting
Great, more guilt. Karkats telling you about how his relationship with Gamzee is falling apart because the latter hasnt been a half decent moirail, and its probably your fault. You knew when it started that as someone Karkat was and/or is flushed for, having a black relationship with his moirail, of all people, was a terrible idea. But you did it anyway, and now the damn clown is breaking his heart. And worse, it just makes you hate him more for it. Youve wanted to tell Karkat about the two of you, but with things like this, now you know telling him would only make everything worse.
You sigh heavily as he continues on his rant to include what you said about John and Vriska, and you wonder if hes hearing himself almost restate your point. You know its useless to try and interrupt now, so you just let him go on. The bitterness in his voice, especially when he starts on how close the pair has become despite his predictions, almost mirrors your own feelings, in a way. Yeah, you have Dave, but even hes seemed distant lately. And its probably you thats being distant, not even him. You did want a perfect red relationship, and Vriskas relationship with John is essentially the epitome of what both you and Karkat seem to want but cant have because of all thats going on.
Another pang of guilt hits you when he demands to know how this could be your fault. You could think of so many reasons why, and all of them are perfectly valid reasons. But you know that telling him those reasons would ruin your relationship with him, friendly or otherwise, for good.
Look...you said it yourself, none of us expected John and Vriska to end up together, let alone last this long. You didnt see it coming. You predicted a relationship that would end in ashes, and it didnt. You hope he wont notice that you deliberately skipped over the issue with Gamzee...chances are low that he wouldnt notice, but still. Im not pitying you, Karkat. And no one but yourself is blaming you for anything. You hesitate for several moments, wondering if you should tell him or not. I could tell you exactly why the shit thats happening now is my fault. And youd agree completely, but youd just hate me for it. You wouldnt want to be my friend. And Im too selfish to risk that happening, so just trust me when I say a hell of a lot is my fault.
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John: Listen
Meenah groans as soon as you inquire about Lord English and you raise an eyebrow curiously. Had you said something wrong? Upon feeling Vriska's hand grasp for yours you turn to her and smile. You tangle your fingers with hers, happy that she missed your touch as much as you missed hers. As fascinating as it was to meet these other Trolls, you were still most thankful that you could be asleep and still have Vriska with you. Aranea begins to answer your question, informing you of apparently another violent alien race out there causing chaos and destruction. Your gaze shifts to Meenah when it's implied the seatroll was trying to recruit other ghosts in the dream bubbles, seemingly to fight this English guy. However Aranea was not even remotely close to done with her explanation, and you begin to understand why Meenah seemed exasperated at your question.
Aranea seemed genuinely excited to release a torrent of longwinded information on the both of you, and you had to admire her enthusiasm. In that way she reminded you of Vriska, though she was different in numerous ways as well. You were certain if the others were here they'd find quite an apparent dichotomy between the two Serkets, due to Aranea's outward kindness. You didn't find it too odd, since you were used to seeing Vriska's kind and loving side by now, but it was only you she showed it to whereas Aranea was like that all the time. Maybe her more violent tendencies were locked away in contrast to Vriska.
Eventually you find yourself sitting on the grass with Vriska beside you, intently listening to Aranea's story about Cherubs and their strange, destructive mating habits. Aranea had commented that people often abandoned her stories halfway through and you could kind of understand why. If you got this sort of exposition unleashed upon you on a daily basis you'd probably get tired of it quickly, but you were more than happy to hear it now. Especially since it dealt with the real enemy.
"Wow, I feel kind of like an idiot. I'm like always the last guy to find out about this stuff. He sounds dangerous... Much more so than Jack. It's strange that up until now I still thought Jack was the real threat in all of this, but even he couldn't destroy planets or kill ghosts like this English guy apparently can..."
You glance over to Vriska, tightening your grip on her hand. You got that unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach that you experienced after having that dream of losing her. You were now reminded of how dangerous this game was, and the thought that anything could separate you and Vriska prematurely was terrible to consider.
"So, an army huh... How many people have you recruited so far?" You turn your attention to Meenah who was flopped on the ground, looking bored out of her mind.
"Feh... Just shouty nubs so far. Buncha chump flounders too scared to stand up for themselves otherwise. I'll wear 'em down, you'll sea..." She mutters. You're briefly confused at the term 'shouty nubs' but you quickly piece it together.
"Karkat? Haha, wow. I'm surprised he'd join anything without being offered the prime leadership role."
"Karcrab! Yeah that guy! He's reely cool. Unlikeourfriends. He knows an opportunaty when he sees one!"
"Oh man, a girl thinks Karkat is cool. They should totally date or something. Though I imagine being dead makes a romance difficult to maintain, but hey I'm not a ghost so what do I know? What do you think, Vriska? Should Karkat give it a shot or do you think the fish puns are a deal breaker?" You chuckle, nudging Vriska with your shoulder.
Karkat: Try and calm down
Terezi's continued insistence that all of this was her fault gives you pause. You feel like you can begin putting the pieces together, but you're not sure you want to, because the implications frankly piss you off even more. You take a deep breath and try to calm yourself. Right now all your shouting is just going to cause more problems.
"Sorry. Maybe it's not my fault, but my powerlessness keeps driving me up the fucking wall. There's still a huge battle ahead of us and I feel like the more we all drift apart the harder it will be to win. I just don't want to lose anyone else! Hell, I'm even finding myself missing Nepeta and I used to believe I'd eat rotten shit before ever saying that!
Trust me that no matter what happens, I won't hate you or stop being your friend. Those things are not even on the fucking table as things that could ever happen in any universe. You've put up with me through all this, it would be pretty shitty of me not to cut you the same slack. So, just remember that, okay? I think I'm going to stop focusing on red quadrants so much. Instead focus on that strange disease called friendship." You chuckle lightly to yourself.
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Vriska: Attempt and mostly succeed to listen
Youre content enough at first to listen to Araneas story...but then again, that was when you assumed she would stick to the beautifully brief first few words she said before she really started. A couple minutes into the lecture, you start to get a little bored. Five minutes later you find yourself wondering if shell be done anytime soon. Five minutes after that, you consider walking away like she said others have in the past. But John seems to be engrossed in the story, so you figure you might as well pay attention as well.
You take a seat on the ground, maintaining a loose grip on his hand as you continue to listen to the story. Its actually kind of interesting, but given your ancestors long windedness, you suspect that anyone whos already heard it might be ready to rip their ears off by now.
By the time shes finished lecturing, your eyes have kind of glued themselves to her, just staring blankly while you absorb the sudden influx of information. A little surprised by the suddenly tight grip on your hand, you glance over at John, meeting his eyes with a slightly confused look, wondering what hes thinking. You tighten your grip on him to match his anyway, scooting a little closer.
You grin a little to yourself when Meenah mentions shouty nubs. It sounds like something Terezi would have said a long time ago, and for some reason the fact that its coming from Meenah makes it funny. John takes a little longer to figure out what she means by shouty nubs, but he picks up on it fairly quickly. Really, anyone whos even met Karkat once could probably figure out who she means.
It takes you a moment to realize youre being talked to, and after a delay of a couple seconds, you quickly return your eyes to Johns. Im going to have to go with the fish puns are a dealbreaker. Hed be irreparably frustrated within minutes. Well, at least thats what youd think. But if the fish puns didnt scare him off the first time, they might not the next time. Great, this might mean Karkat in a quadrant with a ghost. Does that even work?
You turn back to Meenah, half grinning. What do you think, Peixes lookalike? Gonna go after a quadrant with shouty nubs?
Terezi: Focus on that strange disease called friendship
You watch curiously as Karkat starts to calm down a little, clearly making an effort not to start shouting again. When you came into the room in the first place, you thought he might just keep shouting, and honestly you wouldnt blame him if he did. As easily as he says hed cut you the same slack you gave him over the last sweep or so, youre still pretty sure that if he knew what you wish you could tell him, hed forget that slack fairly quickly. But youre glad, at least, that hes decided to focus on his friendships instead of his quadrants. From what youve been able to gather, that is, quite a lot, quadrants have been nothing but trouble.
Hm...maybe it isnt so much of a disease if you want to try it out, is it? You shoot him a toothy grin, glad that hes at least laughing again. Hes been too moody to laugh for ages, youve almost forgotten what it sounds like.
But seriously Karkat, at least try and be friendly. I guess youre almost like Vriska, in a way. You dont even realize it, but youre starting to pull away from everyone and you dont want to talk to anyone because you feel powerless to do anything, and thats not true. Sure, people have paired up and they like to spend time with each other, but that doesnt mean they dont want to spend time with you. Johns done a ton of stuff with you. Rose and Kanaya probably would if you talked to them. I dont know whats up between you and Dave, but he probably would too. And so would I. You dont have to handle this alone if you dont want to.
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John: Board the fishpun boat
Meenah immediately shoots Vriska an irritated look, though you can't help but stifle a laugh. "Yeah, sounds like a perfect match to me. I think it would go swimmingly." You tease, trying to play along with the stupid water puns. It only seems to further annoy the seatroll.
"Watch it, blue buoy. My trident gonna make fronds with your chest again soon. And you, Serket wannabe, I ain't gotta admit nofin' to you. And don't forget I'm the original recipe Pixies! Any Piexes after me is a pale imitation." She grumbles. You just turn your gaze to Vriska and smirk with appreciation for her ability to bother this dead Troll heiress.
"Sounds like an admission if I've ever heard one. Oh, sorry, would 'adfishion' be better or does that miss the mark?"
You had to admit you were having a lot of fun with the fish puns, but you certainly didn't envy those who had to interact with Meenah on a daily basis. You're not sure how long you'd be able to stand it. Then you remember that they're stuck in the afterlife together for all eternity. Suddenly you realize that that's what Hell must be: An eternity spent drowning in fish puns. Meenah just sort of grunts at you and stands up, grasping her trident once again. You reflexively wince as if you were prepared to be skewered right that moment but the lanky seatroll just rests it upon her shoulder and turns her back to you.
"Wastin' my time with you! I have an army to recruit for. Count yourself lucky, shrimp, cause next time I see ya it'll be at the end of my precious poker!"
"Heh, that's what she said." You grin, only to soon realize that comeback makes no sense in this context. "Wait..."
"Yer weird... Lata suckas." Meenah scoffs, heading off into the forest.
"I'm weird?Vriska, is that true...? Am I... weird?" You ask with mock surprise.
Karkat: Consider options
The look on your face is one of clear disgust.
"Oh lord, you're comparing me to Vriska now? Wow, I really do need to lighten up if we're going down that road. Congratulations, you win! I am so not interested in being Vriska that I will even go out of my way to try and... ugh... make friends with Strider. Excuse me while I vomit pure stomach acid in my own mouth for a moment. I don't even know how such a thing is even fucking possible, though. You can't tell what that guy actually likes versus what he's pretending to like because of how horribly shitty it is. What sort of idiocy is that? Maybe I'll start with Rose. Ever since she got into the gross beverages that make her actually funny and charismatic she's been much more tolerable. Just need to pry her away from Kanaya for a single goddamn moment.
Okay okay, I get it. Just need to calm down for a second. Deep breaths. But still remembering to breathe this time... Anyway... What about us? Are we good?"
Be the Strider
You rolled lucky and got the pleasure of being Dave again, and as you wander the weird forest you soon come across a semi-familiar sight. A Troll lady in red. At first you believe it to be Aradia due to the horns, and you were all about hanging out with her. She was cool and interesting. However, this one was a bit... curvier, and despite her eyes being blank and yours being hidden behind sunglasses, you feel them connect and suddenly you get frightened for some reason. She grins at you, approaching slowly with hips swaying. Her red outfit was not a god-tier hero of time outfit but rather what looked to be some sort of... schoolgirl getup? Did Trolls even have school? Wait, you remember seeing her in a dream bubble before, albeit so very briefly. You thought she was Aradia then, too. She seemed sweet enough though she didn't say much at the time.
You're not certain you like the smile she's giving you but you try to play it cool.
"Uh, sup?"
She mutters a few words but you don't understand them at all. You think it sounds Japanese but what the fuck, how would a Japanese Troll make even the slightest bit of sense? You almost think maybe you're just legit dreaming but you feel her hand push you against a tree and the feeling is all too real. She lets a slender finger trace the record design on your shirt a few times before speaking up again, this time in English, though so heavily accented it still takes you a minute to decipher.
"Want to have fun, silly human boy? I am bored."
"I don't even really know you! I know I'm cool but I don't uh, sleep around?" You respond, losing a bit of that cool persona at the end. With your luck she wouldn't be talking about that and you just made the biggest idiot out of yourself for all eternity.
She pouts with those big full, red lips. You had to admit you were a bit tempted to just say 'fuck it' and do whatever but it still didn't seem right. The next thing you know her hand is grabbing yours and thrusting it onto her chest. You tense up as you quickly realize you have a handful of ghost Troll boob. Your face is beginning to turn as red as your eye color.
Suddenly a loud, high pitched noise echoes out amongst the trees and a figure which looks to be Karkat in a red sweater runs up to the both of you with a whistle in his mouth almost as if he had been watching from a distance, waiting for the right moment.
"Excuse me, human. Halt your inappropriate act. I will not allow you to take advantage of poor Damara like this. I realize we come from very different cultures, but it is completely unethical to make unwanted approaches to a woma-"
He continues to speak in long, unbroken sentences. Never in your life did you think you'd prefer Karkat over anyone else, but his ancestor is making that a reality.
You can only sigh heavily and mutter. "I fucking hate dream bubbles...."
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Vriska: Summarize events of the last...how long was Aranea talking again?
You give Meenah an easy smirk in response to the irritated glare she shoots your way, amused that she seems to be so easily ruffled. You dont bother to conceal your chuckle at Johns addition, knowing that it will only further add to her irritation.
The smugness briefly disappears as she continues, not because of the thinly veiled insult to you, but because of the blatant threat aimed at John that you arent convinced is entirely in jest. Your grip on Johns hand reflexively tightens, as if just sheer willpower would generate some sort of force field that would keep Meenahs rather large trident away from both of you.
I think adfishion would suit her perfectly, actually. The grin returns as quickly as it disappeared, shooting the seatroll another smirk. It really is amusing to watch her get frustrated at the small, petty jabs despite her outward confidence. You feel a shift next to you as she stands up, and you tense quickly upon seeing her hand move to the weapon, prepared to move to stop her if she looked like she would throw it.
Once its apparent that she has no current interest in impaling your matesprit on a giant fork, you settle again, letting your grip on his hand loosen just a little. Watching her deliver a last feeble insult before walking away back into the forest, you barely succeed in repressing your extreme urge to stab her with her own trident. But you figure it wouldnt really do much besides make her angry, and an angry heiress isnt something you feel like dealing with right now. With a sigh and an hurried apology and farewell, Aranea heads off after Meenah, calling for her to wait. You watch her go with significantly less animosity; she was long winded as hell, but at least she was somewhat interesting and not threatening.
You return your attention to John, grinning at the exaggerated surprise in the question. Yes, John, you are very weird, you reply, bumping your shoulder lightly against his. Almost as weird as literally everyone else on the meteor and in the dreambubbles are. Which is almost as weird as I am. So sure, lets go with weird. You lean over to sneak a small kiss, standing up and pulling him with you. Weird is good. Im completely cool with weird.
"So we met ancestors...what now?"
Terezi: Mentally backpedal a little
You inwardly cringe at the mistake you realize you made moments after you made it. Oops. You hadnt meant to compare him to someone he seems to hate, it was more of you thinking out loud than talking to him. But in a way, it is true, even though he hates the comparison. You cant help wondering, though, if he actually will try and make friends with Dave. They seem to have hated each other for the majority of time youve all spent on the meteor, so if they actually formed a somewhat positive relationship it would be pretty cool.
One of your eyebrows creeps up at the slowly rising volume of his voice, a subtle signal for him to cool down. Thankfully, he quickly realizes and does calm down, and you smile a little to yourself in satisfaction.
Your face, previously angled downward just a little while you listened to his small rants, snaps back to its former position, tilting up to look at him in surprise. What kind of question is that supposed to be? you demand, grinning widely at him. Of course were good. There isnt much in any goddamn universe that would make us un-good. At least on my end.
Be the heiress
You dont want to be the --
What do you mean you dont want to be the heiress? Being her would be the biggest motherglubbin privilege to be had in the dreambubbles. Be the glubbing Peixes already.
Fine. You are now Meenah, and you are more than a little amused at what youve stumbled upon on your way to recruit your makeshift army. Looking ahead, you can easily make out the dull red shape of your sessions Time player, as well as the bright red of Kankris sweater. They both seem to be standing by a tree, talking to someone you cant quite see. You catch the word human a good few times as you approach. Is there a human there? Man, this just keeps getting better and better.
Reeled in another one so soon, Megido? You come up on her other side, effectively interrupting Kankri's verbal dissertation with an easy grin. Aw look, its a human! Doesnt look too happy, does he? You turn to the human, who you recognize as the coolkid on the meteor carrying some of the younger trolls and a few humans. Cool it, coolkid, ya arent any different from the rest of us, we all get this. Enjoying yerself?
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John: Suggest a familiar activity
You're more than happy to accept Vriska's confirmation that you're weird but so is everyone else. Yeah, you certainly weren't the only weird one, especially after meeting the Trolls. You soon find yourself being guided to your feet along with Vriska and pondering her next question. It was a good one, for sure, because you really had no plan at this point. Honestly, you were happy to just stay here under the trees forever as long as she was beside you.
"Huh, I dunno... Glad we finally have some privacy though. It's tough being right next to you and not be kissing you at pretty much every possible moment. Especially when I have you here in this beautiful forest." Your arms coil around her waist as you pull her toward you into a nice, deep kiss. It was good to know kissing here in the dream afterlife whatever was still just as nice as when you were awake. Your tongue persuades her lips apart so it can join hers in a gentle caress. Finally you pull away just a bit to stare longingly into her eyes with a very content smile.
"It's still not even half as beautiful as you are..." Your smile turns into a somewhat mischievous grin as you let a hand gently trail up her spine and into her soft, flowing hair. "So, I wouldn't mind just having some sloppy dream forest makeouts..."
Dave: Move your hand already
You're Dave again but for once you're not sure you want to be. Whoops, despite the sudden interjection of the guy who wasn't Karkat (who was still talking despite you clearly not listening) you still had a hand firmly planted on an alien ghost breast. So, now would be a good time to move it. Anytime now.
Soon, yet another figure approaches and you quickly recognize her as that punk girl who always talks in water terms. She's okay, you guess, but you weren't exactly itching for more company at this moment. She makes a finishing pun related to Damara having caught you and sure enough you were red-handed, still... holding her. Finally you yank your hand back.
"Awesome let's just... have every circus freak show up at once to make me feel as awkward and uncomfortable as possible. I ain't doing any acrobatic fucking pirouettes for you guys. I'm done with that shit." You grumble, crossing you arms to make sure your hands weren't commandeered again anytime soon.
Kankri finally stops talking as he glances between the crew that has formed. "If none of you were listening then I'll just have to start over. I don't much care for your rudeness and Meenah I'd appreciate it if you were to tag your puns just in case anyone could be triggered by them. We do not know much about these humans. They could be very disturbed by the your favorite subject which you throw about so casually, even into words that do not normally invite such arrangements."
Damara just sort of grunts at Meenah's intrusion, after mostly ignoring Kankri's. You don't know what to make of it but there appears to be some beef between the two girls.
"And uh, to answer your question. Yes, I am having the time of my life. Not like you'd know anymore, being dead and all. I gotta say being alive is pretty fucking incredible. With all the breathing and having normal eyes. I was thinking of having an alive party. I'd invite you but uh... I dunno, would kinda ruin the theme, you know?" You direct toward Meenah, but it seems like your attention being taken away frustrates Damara and she quickly grasps your chin to turn your face towards her again.
The next thing she does makes you tense up immediately, which is slowly begin to pull your sunglasses off. You quickly bat her hand away. "Woah, no one touches the shades."
She pouts again, pressing herself closer to you. "Let's... get alone, human." She speaks again in that nigh unintelligible accent. Her slender fingers trail back down your shirt and reach your jeans and you really can't believe she's still doing this with an audience.
"Okay. Nope. Listen, you're super pretty and all, but it wouldn't work out between us. You see, I'm alive, and you're not. Kind of a deal breaker in any sort of relationship." You quickly reply, placing your hands on Damara's shoulders and pushing her back and out of your way. "Nice seeing all of you freaks again."
With that, you dash off into the forest as fast as your legs will allow. You think you hear Kankri before the voice completely fades. "That human really needs to check his life privilege."
Karkat: Abscond
Back to being Karkat. Going to get whiplash if you keep being other people so quickly.
"Well good. It's good that we're good." You immediately wince at how stupid you sound but quickly shake it off. "I think I'm going to go for a walk. Maybe there's something interesting in this dream bubble to get my mind off of all that shit for a little. Uh... Thanks for talking, Terezi. See you around."
With that you stroll out of the room and immediately find yourself in a rather familiar foresty area. It's nice to see a place that looks like home, even if it wasn't how the land around your hive in particular looked. You spend a few minutes just walking and you even spot Dave in the distance. You consider approaching him, but as soon as you notice his proximity to yours and Megido's ancestors you immediately turn the complete opposite direction. Poor Strider. He was done for sure.
It's not long until you come into a small clearing and two figures stand in the middle of it, embraced tightly. At first you gag, because it was John and Vriska and you've seen enough of their sickeningly sweet displays of affection to rot every single one of your teeth out. Then again, you told Terezi you'd try to get by that stuff, and perhaps it was time to show Vriska you didn't really hate her like she probably thought you did.
"Egbert and Serket. You're asleep and you still can't stop locking lips. Unbelievable. Do you even remember to breathe?"
"Oh, hey Karkat! Uh, heh, yeah sometimes we do, but if we didn't have to breathe we'd probably never stop!" He replies with a grin, somewhat loosening his hold on Vriska to turn toward you.
"Totally sickening. Maybe someday you'll dream of nothing but me chewing on someone's face and we'll see how you like it!" You shoot back, though with a grin of your own.
"Hey, we did just see Meenah. I think she's into you. Interested in playing a little 'Go fish?'" He snickers, waggling his eyebrows in a ridiculous manner.
"Ugh, she's fine, but... I'm not filling any quadrants with a ghost, let alone a ghost sweeps my senior. How would that possibly even work?
"Well.... You know, to be totally honest, when I was with Jade, she mentioned you, like... a lot."
"She did?! I mean... well no shit. Who wouldn't mention me? I'm the best fucking Troll. Sorry, Serket. Them's the breaks." You shrug, trying to play off your initial excited reaction. John unfortunately seemed to have caught onto it anyway.
"Yep yep. I had to prod her for a while but I finally got her to admit who she found the most handsome and she said Karkat. That's even with Dave in the picture."
Your eyes widen. She thought you were more handsome than Dave? You try to fight back the grin that wants to appear on your face. "Yeah well.... who cares what she thinks. She's ugly and has big glasses and buck teeth!" You knew you were having a harder time playing this off now. John just wasn't buying it at all at this point.
"I'm not the best judge, since she's my sister, but she's real pretty, Karkat. Once you meet her in person, you should totally ask her out! I know she'd say yes!" John says with clear excitement. It's almost like he wants you to get together with his sister. That guy was weird.
"Jegus, if she's that hard on for a date then... maybe I'll have pity on her. No promises, though!" You offer in compromise. John grins a bit wider. You're fairly certain he knows you planned on doing it as soon as he mentioned Jade talked about you favorably. You're not sure why but you liked Jade a lot. Despite your unfavorable description of her, you did agree with John that she was very pretty. You were kind of curious how she'd grown in the past couple years, too...
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Vriska: Accept sloppy dream forest makeouts
You roll your eyes at him with a grin as he brings you closer, wrapping your arms around him tightly. You let him pull you into a kiss, leaning up to press your lips against his. Even though youre dreaming, the sensation of his warm lips on yours feels very familiar, very nice, and very, very real. Your lips part readily at the urging of his tongue, letting your own tongue slip out to brush against his before drawing back to look at him with the faintest hint of a smile.
Youve gotten far too good at lying. You must be spending too much time with me, you tease with a grin, shivering as his hand moves up your spine. But Id be lying too if I said I was opposed to sloppy dream forest makeouts. You smirk at him, pulling him closer into another kiss, running your tongue lightly across his lower lip.
Meenah: Give up and abscond
You make no effort to conceal the openly amused grin you have plastered all over your face at the humans obvious discomfort as he pulls his hand back from where its being squashed against Damaras chest. Whats even more funny, if possible, is Kankris obliviousness to the fact that just about nothing the kid could ever do would ever make her feel uncomfortable.
You ignore Kankri completely, rolling your eyes vaguely in his direction, if only just to acknowledge that you heard him. If he thinks you havent heard him, hed most likely launch into yet another lecture on the importance of paying attention to lectures. Hell, hed lecture about lectures if you gave him the chance. The grin never breaks as you watch the kids growing discomfort. Clearly he isnt sure how to handle a dead Troll whos trying to undress him in a dream bubble.
Watching him extricate himself from the tangle of arms and legs that is Damara and run off is flat out funny, to say the least. You dont try to stop him, and though she looks vaguely irritated, neither does she.
"A'right Vantas, Megido. I'd love ta stick around and talk aboat humans and shit, but I got an army ta raise. See ya." You quickly abscond before Kankri can start going off about triggers and the human again, not about to wait for yet another lecture.
Terezi: Explore
You give Karkat an awkward half smile at his response, nodding quickly at his decision to go for a walk. God forbid it gets more awkward in here.... You wait until hes already out the door to follow him outside into the forest. Taking a moment to deliberate, you head off into the forest, simply curious to see what youll find. Before long though, you end up getting bored and returning to your real self on the meteor.
Okay that was quick, now be Vriska again
Jeez, youre feeling flighty today, arent you. But you really cant blame yourself for enjoying being Vriska. Being Vriska means youre back to being one half of a sloppy dream forest makeout. Right now, however, the light rush of footsteps on the grass alerts you to a third person approaching.
Pulling out of the kiss reluctantly, you keep a loose grip on Johns hand, glancing to the side to see Karkat coming into the small clearing. Great. You had a feeling that a perfect dream bubble was too good to be true. Its not that you hate Karkat or even really dislike him, but you get the feeling he either doesnt like you or he still doesnt like your relationship. Or both.
You turn to face him at the same time John does, keeping a loose grip on his hand. A small smile grows on your face at the playful banter between the two. Its kind of funny, actually. At first Karkat hated all of the humans, and now hes standing in a dream bubble joking around with one. At least from what he says he doesnt seem to have any real problem with your relationship save for the fact that you and John were locked in each others arms when he walked up.
You grin at his skeptical response when hes reminded that Meenah might like him, biting back an outright laugh at the strange eyebrow wiggle John directs at him.
At first when Jade comes into the conversation youre a little confused. But the idea of Karkat and Jade in the red quadrant is so unexpected and...you will never use this word again, ever...cute, that you almost dont even realize hed just downplayed you to set himself up as the best Troll.
You wish you were the best Troll, you shoot back at him, watching him curiously for a reaction. Under any other circumstances, you suspect he would have argued with you. But as John goes on to tell him how Jade considered him more attractive than Dave, you easily catch the grin that appears on his face, despite the obvious efforts to restrain it. And his half-baked attempts to insult her make it even more painfully obvious that he doesnt mean a word of what he says.
Once the suggestion is out that he should ask her out, you know any hope he had of trying to deny his attraction to her is completely gone. If John approves of the match, he doubtless wont hesitate to ask her out earlier than the earliest possible opportunity. To be honest, the excitement coming from both of them is nice, especially since when youre all awake itll probably be awkward again. But for now, youre content to just smirk at Karkat.
And you thought I was crazy for falling for a human, you grumble at him, giving Johns hand an affectionate squeeze. Looks like the little hypocrites just about ready to jump ship. Going to run off into paradox space to find a human matesprit, Karkat?
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Karkat: Cease discussing relationships for tonight
You scoff at Vriska's comment. "Back up, Serket. I'm not falling for any human! Besides, I think you're crazy for plenty other reasons than that! Anyway, Jade just happens to be moderately tolerable for a human. That's it! Don't act like you've suddenly spun this shit around on me. You're the one still clinging to Egbert like a clawgrub."
John just grins, gripping Vriska's hand tighter. "Wow, moderately tolerable. High praise coming from Mr. Crabby here. Maybe I'll have to warn Jade before she's hypnotized by such a smooth talker like you, Karkat."
"Whatever. At least I'm still somewhat concerned about the continuation of both our fucking species! How is anything going to work out if we keep pairing up like this?" You growl in response. It was true that there was the possibility that the only way the Humans or Trolls would continue as a species would be by procreation, but that certainly wouldn't work if Humans and Trolls kept getting together instead of Humans and Humans, and Trolls and Trolls. John definitely wasn't taking that concern seriously. He was too obsessed with Vriska to care.
"Well, a great man named Ian Malcolm once said... 'Life finds a way'." John quotes. You're pretty sure he's just spewing lines from another movie since that's all he really seems to know. You roll your eyes.
"Egbert, you have once again made me stupider just for having listened to your inane cinematic vomit. I'm leaving now, so have fun slobbering over each other." You raise your hands in a 'I'm done with this shit' manner before heading back off toward your sleeping body. Maybe you'll wake yourself up just to get away from all this nonsense.
John: Wake
"So salty. He and Jade are going to be so adorable together." You chuckle, turning back to Vriska. "Granted, not as adorable as we are, but hey who is? Now... where were we...?"
And the two of you proceed to have the greatest makeout session in history.
The next morning you awaken, and despite having spent a good portion of the time sleeping actually being conscious and active you feel quite relaxed and well-rested. You're certainly more than happy to still have Vriska wrapped in your arms as well. You place a gentle kiss upon her forehead only to notice her eyes flutter open soon after.
"Morning, gorgeous." You grin, cuddling her as close as you can. You allow yourself to just hold her quietly for a little while before a thought begins to nag at your mind. "Maybe it's selfish but I don't care what Karkat said about our species' and re-population and all that. I just know that I want you and no one else..."
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Vriska: Wake up
Your grin shows no sign of dissipating at Karkats loud, insistent assertions that he hasnt fallen for a human. Judging by the smile he almost had on his own face, hes doing nothing but make it more painfully obvious that he likes the human in question. You roll your eyes at his jab at you and John, making no move to detach yourself from the hand youre holding. Contrarily to what he seems to want, all you do is tighten your grip to match Johns, completely unruffled. In retrospect, youre doing fairly well, seeing as a few weeks ago you would have just shot back a stinging remark, which would do nothing but result in a word war.
The resurfacing of the issue of repopulating both Humans and Trolls does little to give you pause. Youve been aware for ages of the difficulty of reviving two entire races from practically nothing, and you know perfectly well that Humans and Troll couples will shrink the possibilities. Choosing to ignore the remark, you wait semi patiently until Karkat just gives up and leaves, looking thoroughly fed up with both of you.
The idea of Karkat with anyone is funny, you say in reply to Johns prediction. From what Ive heard of Jade, the idea of him with her takes it to a whole new level. You grin at him, returning to the comfortable closeness to him in order to participate in the greatest makeout session in history.
Whether a few minutes passes until you wake up or a good several hours, you arent sure. You wake to the feeling of warm lips on your forehead, though it takes you a few seconds to realize that youre actually awake. You open your eyes to see the brilliant blue of Johns eyes, and before you can do anything about it a sleepy smile has already crossed your face and youre snuggling closer to him, still comfortable within the circle of his arms. Morning, you mumble softly, placing a light kiss on the underside of his chin. You just stay there, wrapped in your human cocoon of warmth for a few minutes while you start to wake up fully.
Dont worry about Karkat, you reply, leaning up to look at him. Hes been going on about repopulating everything for ages. Sure, its selfish for me to want to be with you and you to want to be with me? But heres the thing, I dont care either. You already know that. You shift a little closer to him, curling one of your arms up to run your fingers through his hair. Lets just do whatever the hell we want and worry about repopulating later. You lean up for a brief kiss, letting your teeth just barely graze his lower lip, pulling back again with a small grin. If Karkat has a problem with us, he can come in here and complain. Until then, Ill be perfectly happy to be with whoever the hell I feel like being with.
You stretch for a moment with a sigh before settling even closer to him, if that were even possible given the fact that youre just about as close as you can possibly get already. Sleep well? You know you did, despite the fact that technically you were awake for most of your sleep. And perhaps mostly owing to the fact that you slept in what is by far the most comfortable position youve ever slept in.
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John: Learn troubling news
You smile against the soft kiss Vriska offers you, enjoying the warm feeling that courses through you as you taste her. Sometimes it was nice to remind yourself that she was still here and still yours. Your hold on her tightens a bit more as she informs you that she didn't care about what Karkat said. You knew that already, but it was still nice to hear her confirm it. Honestly, you didn't think Karkat cared as much as he put on. He was just looking for an excuse to yell at you guys again, though this time it was more in the friendly manner than the angry manner. It was obvious by now that Karkat yelled pretty much 24/7 about anything and everything, even if he wasn't actually upset.
Your smile curves into a larger grin as she asks about how you slept. At first you just let your eyes drift shut and press yourself closer to her, relaxing against her with synchronized breaths. "Does a Strider wear sunglasses?" You finally reply, implying that of course you slept well. "Never better... Especially when I spent most of the night awake with you. And to wake up next to you like this? Yeah, I don't think I need anything else. Just this." You decide to keep curled up together for a while longer, because why would you willingly leave such a comfortable position with the most beautiful girl to ever exist? Every so often you have to just look at her and amaze yourself with just how strikingly perfect she is. It makes your heart soar each time, and you never want to let her go.
Unfortunately, you both succumb to hunger eventually and decide to reluctantly break the comfortable embrace to go seek something to eat. Hey, if you could sustain yourself on Vriska alone, you would, but it seems even in a God Tier body you can still be subjected to the temptations of food. So together you abscond from bed and begin the day in search of sustenance.
Hours in the future, but not many...
You sit beside The Mayor constructing a new addition to Cantropolis. It seems to be the highest tower yet, and he's giddy with excitement over the creation. Then again, that could just be all the soda you've given him. You'll choose to believe it is a combination of both. You're not sure why constructing buildings out of cans is so amusing, but it manages to entertain you and The Mayor is by far the most personable and charismatic person on the entire meteor. You're not sure how this works. Likely because he's the only one who seems happy to see everyone all the time. You envy his optimism.
"Dave, come check this out!" You call, hoping to get your friend's attention. He's been quieter than usual today and you think it has something to do with Terezi since she was currently absent. Dave strolls over, observing the building carefully, tapping his chin to make the entire thing seem even more official.
"Needs a stronger base. The terrorists could come by and just topple that thing over like nothing. This isn't nothing, John. This is civilization as we know it. You can't just be mugging for the camera and kissing babies and thinking you can run a city that way. No. You have to deliver the real shit. Freedom. Democracy. Cans."
"So..." You respond with a dumbfounded expression. "More cans on the base...?"
"More cans on the base."
"You could have just said that!"
"Play the part, Egbert! Pretend you're Nick Cage, the only man possible of building that tower and if you don't do it, a million people will be robbed the pleasure of seeing your beautiful face for the rest of their lives." Dave gestures wildly while saying this. It seems like normal Dave is still there, but something is still off.
"So, where's Terezi?" You decide to ask straight out.
"Dunno, but I saw her earlier today. Didn't take me long to figure out what was going on. She reeked of Faygo and fake miracles. Also shitty clown makeup. I guess she's hatecrushing on Gamzee or some shit? I still don't understand that black romance nonsense. So we're not a thing anymore cause I don't really think I can handle a relationship where my girlfriend is fucking a juggalo she hates on the side."
"Wait... Gamzee is Terezi's Kismesis...?" You raise an eyebrow.
"Is that the word? I guess so. It's okay. We're still friends. No big loss. Maybe Karkat can get off my ass about that now, though he seems bothered over different shit now and weirdly friendly to me. It's actually a bit worrying..."
"Oh..." You frown slightly. You couldn't help but find this news distressing.
"Yeah, life goes on. Now get that base going, Egbert." He orders, turning back to his canvas on the wall.
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Vriska: Take Terezis advice
You are more than content to wait for some kind of response to your question, happy to just have his warmth next to you, close enough to feel his steady breathing against you, matching your own breaths. The rhetorical question he gives you in return is quite enough to answer your question, seeing as you havent yet seen Strider without his shades on over the last couple years. The reminder of the time you spent dreaming brings a half smile to your face, remembering the dream bubble the two of you visited together. You consider getting out of bed in search of food, but to be completely honest, you dont feel at all like moving from your current position. Comfortably pressed up against him, you relax for another several minutes, just breathing in his familiar scent.
After a while, the desire for food surpasses your hesitance to leave the warm circle of Johns arms under the blankets, and you roll out of bed and return to your room, quickly tugging on a set of clothes and rejoining him in the hallway to set out on a quest for breakfast. To be fair, you did work up quite an appetite last night, and you havent eaten since yesterday before he found you in the halls.
A few hours later, but not all that many...
After eating, you and John split paths. Youd waved him off to Cantropolis, and youd gone off to retrace your steps to some of your haunts that you hadnt visited in a while. Now you find yourself near your starting point again, and in need of something better to do than walk your path again.
On your way down the main hall, you hear the familiar sounds of a one-sided battle taking place inside one of the combat practice rooms someone had set up at some point back when you all first arrived on the meteor. From what you remember, theres only one person on the meteor who actually uses the rooms on a fairly regular basis. And given what Terezi told you yesterday and what happened in the dreambubbles last night, you figure there couldnt be much harm in going in and talking to the current occupant of the room. But perhaps you shouldnt be too eager to approach him when hes holding a sharp, deadly weapon and youre not.
You slip your dice out of your jeans pocket, jogging them experimentally in your hand. Tossing the eight tiny octahedrons into the air, you watch they come down again into your hand, morphing into one long saber, tinted a deep shade of cerulean blue. Satisfied, you quietly open the door to the room, coming in to see Karkat slashing away at one of the training dummies, having not noticed your entry. You slip up behind him silently, watching him for a few moments. He actually isnt bad, given what youre seeing now.
You wait until just the right moment. The only problem is successfully intercepting him without losing your own head to those colorful blades. You suspect hell feel threatened at first, but ideally hell realize that you arent trying to kill him and loosen up before one of you accidentally kills the other. Between strikes, you quickly step out from behind him, extending your own blade to effectively block his sickles from contacting the training dummy, bracing yourself for the inevitable surprised reaction.
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Karkat: Continue training
You're the Knight of Blood, and once again you're training alone. That's usually how it goes. Honestly, you're not sure how much more practice you can get out of these training dummies. It's pretty much just exercise and something to kill time at this point. Right about now you're kind of happy to be alone because you really needed to mull over some thoughts. You spent some time with Dave earlier and through that you both managed to deduce that something was going on between Gamzee and Terezi, which was quite a shocking revelation at first. You really wanted to know why, and whether or not that was the cause of your Moirallegiance ending, or a result of it, or neither.
Either way, you were disappointed. Not really angry for once, just depressed and confused. You had a good talk with Terezi right before you found out all of this, and now you're afraid to face her again. In fact, you've actively avoided her most of the day and usually you had been happy to have her around, even when she was still flushed for Strider, whom you considered your nemesis at the time. You hated that you were letting this get to you so much. Who Terezi filled her quadrants with was none of your business, but still... black with your best friend? Or, ex-best friend in this case. It was just so unexpected and the thought of them... doing anything together, whether it be fueled by love or hate, kinda disturbed you.
The sound of your sickles continues to echo throughout the chamber in a rather predictable set of clangs and tings against the metallic statues. Eventually you begin to grunt as you slash at them harder, and faster. You were beginning to hate their blank, faceless bodies. They showed no sign of wear or pain, and you wanted to see the results of your work. You suddenly pause your attacks to reach over into a pile of chalk. With the green, you hastily scribble a snarling face onto one of the training dummies and step back to observe your work. Okay, it was shit. It was supposed to be Jack, but it looked more like a really angry cat. Whatever, the concept was still there. Heh, cats... You kinda miss Nepata you think as you return to slicing at your newly-faced target.
All of the sudden the clanging sound of your blade strikes a different tone, that of colliding with another weapon than the training dummy. You quickly spin to notice Vriska holding out her blue saber, intercepting your strike with a somewhat satisfied smirk.
"Holy grubfucking musclebeast shitstacks, Serket. Do you want your head sliced clean off? John would probably go grimdark in an instant." You quickly reply, withdrawing your blade and stepping backward. "You've got globes, though, I'll give you that..."
You actually chuckle, shaking your head a bit. "Fuck it. I'm actually glad you're here. I'll come right out and say it. I'm sorry I was such an asshole before. To be honest, I always respected the way you played in our session. Sometimes I felt like you were the only one who gave a shit. I tried to organize those idiots as they bumbled around with their jackassery but I never felt like I needed to tell you to try harder or pick up the pace. Maybe you did it just so you could be the best but hell at least it got us somewhere. We may not have been able to win without your ascension to God Tier.
So, there it is. Don't expect praise on a regular basis or anything. I still have a fucking reputation to maintain! Now, what do you say we make this a bit interesting?"
With that, you grin wickedly, swiping down toward Vriska with a colorful blade. Your attack was wound up enough to where she'd be able to easily block it, but you weren't gonna hold backtoomuch.
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Vriska: Seek out your matesprit
You smirk at Karkat as he spins around to confront you, easily seeing that youd successfully startled him well enough. The colorful obscenities he lets loose is more than enough to tell you just how surprised he is to see you here. You hold your position while he yells at you, retracting your own blade only after he removes his. You wouldnt be able to slice my head off. Youre going to have to give me more credit than that if youre going to tell me Ive got globes.
It is a little confusing, however, to hear a laugh instead of more yelling. You had always just assumed that for the last couple years hes hated you as much as he always seemed to, which is quite a lot. So hearing him start to talk about how helpful you were is surprising, to say the least. And hearing an apology in the middle of all of it is even more surprising.
As expected, the praise and compliments last all of a few moments before hes back to his normal shouty self. You doubt he would ever be that nice to you again. Even when he is nice, only on the rarest of occasions does he actually act like a nice person is normally supposed to act. Though you suppose youre being hypocritical, seeing as the nicest youve ever been to anyone besides John isnt very nice at all.
You see the sudden attack coming from miles off, a flash of color that is Karkats weapon arcing down at you. In a flash, your own blade has risen to meet it, the ringing sound of metal clashing with metal bouncing off the walls of the room.
Not bad, Vantas, you comment with a smirk, glancing up at the crossed blades. Interesting, if youd prefer to use your word for it. A little slow, of course, but thats only to be expected. You hold for a moment, just enough time to fit in a quick wink before pressing forward suddenly, shoving him backwards. You use the momentum the push gives you to take a step forward, aiming a quick sweep at his side.
a while later, the exact time of which you dont bother to keep track of...
You have to admit, Karkat isnt bad at fighting at all. To be honest, you think hes at least as good as you are. By the time you both had gotten tired of fighting, youd each won a few quick bouts. Maybe those training sessions arent such a bad idea after all, seeing as now you seem to have someone who is actually willing to practice with you. You figure you might even come back at some point to pick up where you left off.
But for now you decide to go and find John, leaving Karkat in the training room with his green-faced opponent. Its been at least several hours, and you find yourself itching to feel the warmth of his skin again, as ridiculous as you know it makes you seem. Yeah, you guess you are turning into that one person who cant go a day without seeing their matesprit. But to be fair, you did wait two years to finally get to meet him.
You expect that Cantropolis will have been repaired to satisfaction and its few workers will have left by now, John included. Going off of your prediction, you set off toward the general direction of Cantropolis, assuming youll run into him at some point in the hallway.
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Karkat: Strife
You laugh again, only to stop yourself so you can focus on blocking her sudden follow-up attack. The blades clash once again, the echo of their collision shooting through the mostly empty room. "I was just going easy on you. Don't worry, that was a one time thing. You haven't really ever fought with me, Serket. You don't have any fucking idea what I'm capable of!"
You immediately retaliate and proceed to have one of the greatest sparring matches in history.
After a while, you and Vriska part ways. For once you ended an encounter with each other without scowling, or glaring, or anything of the sort. You're not exactly sure what compelled her to seek you out, but it was... nice to patch things up with her. It helped that she'd mellowed out a bit since John's arrival. You like to think you're an expert in all things romance, but truthfully you never really expected filling her flushed quadrant was just what Vriska needed. Now that you think about it, it makes a bit more sense. She was always desperate for approval. She wanted to be the best. Now that she has someone who genuinely thinks she's the best, maybe she feels like she doesn't have to try to be so dramatic and dangerous all the time. Granted, how dangerous and dramatic could one be on this meteor? You were a year away from anything else. You could only hope that Vriska wouldn't make some stupid decisions once the game was back on. John would likely prevent such a thing, right?
By now your arms were tired from swinging the sickles. That was enough practice for today. Maybe you'd go try and bug Kanaya for a change. Hell, maybe she could auspisticize between Terezi and Gamzee. Surely she's been itching to do that for a while now, what with the lack of blackroms on this meteor.
John: Intercept
John Egbert you are. By now the city of cans was goddamn immense and you had to wonder just when and where it would end. It was a big room but surely it had to stop somewhere, right? The Mayor seemed to be nothing if not enthusiastic about the entire thing, still. He was a man of simple pleasures and you could certainly respect that. You, however, had other things on the mind now. Well, more like a single person. That person being Vriska. A concept that would surprise exactly no one. After a while, your mind just naturally floated back to her. It was amazing how despite spending an entire month with each other you still were just as eager as ever to see her. Who would blame you, really? She was a fantastic girl. Course, the recent new benefits of the relationship didn't hurt either.
You eventually wave goodbye to Dave and the Mayor and stroll back into the hall. You briefly consider going to just hang out by yourself for a bit. Maybe Vriska needed a bigger break from you than you did from her, but it was hard to fight the desire to feel her lips against yours. Maybe you'd just go see how she was doing and if she was busy or something you'd leave her be for a little longer...
However, as soon as you start down the hallway you notice a familiar silhouette and immediately you begin into a sprint. Once you're within range you wrap Vriska into your arms and swing her around before setting her back down and pulling her into a nice, long kiss.
"Hey gorgeous..." You whisper as you pull back slightly. "Was just thinking about you... Um, feel like hanging out?" You inquire innocently with a typical John smirk. Course, you had a few intimate things on your mind, but you'd certainly have fun just doing normal things with her, too...
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Vriska: Contemplate
You pause for a moment on your way down the hallways to think. Did you actually just spend more than five minutes in an enclosed space with nobody to keep you company but Karkat Vantas without using the sharp object you were carrying to cause damage to any and/or all people currently on the meteor? Yeah, you think you did. Terezi would be so proud, you think wryly. You did do what she wanted, albeit in a rather violent way. But it was productive, right? At least, productive in the sense that it was better than aimlessly wandering the halls in a halfhearted attempt to find something to do. Definitely more productive than that. And being able to fight someone without outmatching them or being outmatched, you have to admit, feels good. Relieving your tension with John is one thing, but having a weapon in your hand is satisfying in a different way, one that works better to eliminate your constant restlessness. Like Karkat himself said, you were busy in the game, then all of it suddenly stopped. Going from constant activity to literally no excitement in just about no time flat wasnt fun.
But still...you had your fun today, and by now youre impatient to see John. You soon discover that finding him proves to be a much simpler task than you thought. Within a few minutes you hear the sound of rapid footsteps, and you look up to see him coming towards you faster than you expected. You find yourself grinning a little, already impatient for the inevitably approaching hug.
Hi, J-- hey! You start to call out to him, only to suddenly be snatched off your feet with a yelp and spun around before you can finish. Reflexively, your arms quickly latch onto him and stay there, even after he sets you back on your feet. You have no time to try to talk again before his lips are on yours, so you decide to just shut up and kiss him back with a smile, tightening your grip on him.
You pull away a bit when he does, rolling your eyes at the little smirk he gives you. Yes, you do feel like hanging out, whether he genuinely means hanging out around here or means hanging out a little more...privately. Either way, you are most definitely all right with hanging out.
I think hanging out sounds nice, you reply with a grin, leaning up to press your lips briefly to his before reluctantly extricating yourself from the hug. Reaching down with one of your hands, you tangle your fingers with his, giving his hand a light squeeze. You turn to walk back the way you came, tugging him with you. Youd be lying if you said you hadnt thought about returning to the bedroom, so you figure youll take a walk and probably end up there anyway. So you set a course in that general direction.
Let me guess, Cantropolis is safely on its way to completion and the amount of multicolored chalk dust in there is enough for you to kick up a dust storm thick enough to cover the entire place in chalky powdery fogginess. You really have no clue whats going on in Cantropolis. Though judging by how much Terezi loves the place and the one time youve been anywhere near it, you suspect that the intended humor behind your remark may be offset by the possible accuracy of it.
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John: Return to your room with Vriska
You gladly take Vriska's hand as she begins to walk with you down the empty hallway. Your other hand runs through your hair as you sigh heavily while thinking of an appropriate response. "Hoo man, completion? I'm not even sure completion is a thing. The cans will eventually take over the entire meteor at this rate. And the chalk, oh god, the chalk. Just thinking about it makes me want to cough up a multicolored cloud of potentially toxic residue."
You give off a light chuckle, but the carefree tone soon fades and you drift into a somewhat forlorn expression. You imagine it won't take long to Vriska to worry about you if you keep looking like this, so you figure it's better to just talk about what's bothering you right now. "So, I guess Dave and Terezi broke up... Dave seems cool about it but who really ever knows with him. It could be eating him up inside but he'd never show it or admit it. He could also really not be bothered by it at all. I'm not sure which option is more irritating. I thought they had a good thing going, but rumor going around is that Gamzee guy and Terezi have one of those black relationships now. Dave kinda wanted nothing to do with that, and I guess I can't really blame him..."
Your hand squeezes Vriska's a bit harder as you glance over to her. "Just kinda reminds me how tough it is for humans to deal with how different troll relationships are. Even so, I just want to remind you that I love you and if for some reason you ever filled another quadrant I'll still be here for you. I suppose I just wish Dave had felt that way about Terezi because it would be nice. I liked them together, but Dave's a different sort of guy. Maybe he just needs some time."
Without really realizing it you both end up in front of the door to your room. You had just been walking and this seemed like the logical direction to go. Truthfully your mind had wandered to some certain moments in you room with Vriska quite a few times today. It was hard to get her out of your mind now. That was always true, but now more than ever. The last few days and nights had been nothing short of magical and there was no doubt you wanted to try and recreate them as often as possible. Still, you weren't going to assume Vriska was just as eager as you were. If she needed a break from that sort of thing every once in a while, you'd respect that. You still wanted to hang out with her, though, and your room was a good place to do that. You eventually take her inside and pull her into another nice, long kiss while you savored her taste. Every chance you got to kiss her you made sure to not take it for granted, and every time was just as amazing as the last. When you eventually draw back slightly you smile again softly, gazing into her eyes.
"Sooooooo.... Guess we made it to my room somehow. Funny how that works... Anything you'd like to do in particular? Maybe stay up all night watching the extended versions of Lord of the Rings?" You smirk, wondering if she would even realize how long that would be. You'd actually find that to be a lot of fun, but a part of you hoped she had something else on the mind...
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Vriska: Suggest something in particular
You grin a little at him at his response, giving his hand a slight squeeze. Enjoy spitting out toxic chalk dust. As long as you dont kill yourself with it, Im good. It takes you a little more than half a second after Johns expression changes for you to notice. He looks a little...concerned, if concerned is the right word to describe his expression. Youve slowed down a little and half turned to him to say something when he starts talking. You laugh to yourself a little, realizing that the two of you have gotten to the point where you dont even have to say anything for him to know that you know hes upset about something.
You listen patiently to the bits of news youre offered, a little surprised at the news that Dave and Terezi broke up. Last time you saw them together they seemed fairly happy, though to be fair its been a while since you did see them together. Youd just assumed that your general antisocialness was at fault and their relationship was still fine. But you remember being worried about that very thing a month or so ago, when your own relationship first started. You knew he knew about the quadrants, and since you cant really control the quadrants you fill, you had wondered if he would be bothered by it, and as it turns out, he wasnt bothered by it. You guess Dave is just what John said, different. But the Gamzee thing is a little unnerving, to be honest. You never knew she had a thing for him, and you werent really aware he had much of a thing for anyone besides Karkat.
I cant pretend to know much about Dave...but I know that if I had both my red and black quadrants filled and one of them told me that there was a blue concupiscent quadrant or something I wouldnt be too happy either. Time is the best thing you can give him now, I guess. But I dont know what to tell you about Gamzee, Im afraid. Never knew him all that well....
At some point you realize that youve ended up back at the door to his room while you talked, and now youre standing by the door, your hand still grasping his tightly. You follow him inside, moving in for another kiss quite willingly, wrapping your arms around him with a grin. I guess we did end up back here, didnt we... You roll your eyes at the Lord of the Rings suggestion. Isnt that like twelve hours? Thirteen? You pretend to think for a moment, tapping your finger against his back. As mindblowingly entertaining as it sounds, I think there just might be a better use for this room.
You lean up to press your lips lightly to his, just barely brushing against his skin before pulling back again, smirking just a little bit. Without even realizing it, your hands have found the hem of his shirt, gently tugging at it. I dont suppose you happen to have any idea what else we could do in here, do you?
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John: Consider possibilities
You don't even realize the extent of your stupidly-wide grin right now. You knew suggesting a 12-hour movie marathon wouldn't exactly excite Vriska Serket. You figured you'd toss that idea out there first, then suggest something a bit more intimate, but it seems her mind was in the exact same place as yours. The way her finger lightly taps against your back as she suggests another use for the room makes you shiver a bit. You never could get enough of her subtle little touches. It was incredible how her body could do such simple things and still manage to excite you more than you could put into words. She continues to prove her aptitude when she barely grazes your lips with hers. Instinctively your face moves forward as she pulls away, trying to capture her quickly escaping lips but to no avail. By now her hands have located your shirt and were ever so slowly pulling it up. You do your best to try and think of a witty response to her question that was not really a question, but she was already turning your brain to mush.
"Well... I'd try and think of something, but you're being kinda distracting with your sexiness and seductive ways... So I think I'm just gonna have to let my instincts decide..." You utter softly, placing your hands onto hers to help guide them up higher. As the shirt rises you shudder at the light touch of her fingers against your bare skin and eventually your shirt is up and over your head, the neckline taking your glasses along with it. After quickly fixing your eyewear, you carelessly toss the shirt and it lands in some random spot, your attention not even remotely on such a thing.
Your hands rest upon Vriska's waist for a moment, looking her over with a sort of contemplative expression. "Hmm, this just won't do. We need to make it even!" You state with a smirk. Your hands slide up Vriska, taking her shirt up along her body in a similar manner. Your movements are a bit quicker, partially due to eagerness and partially due to the slight chill on your bared skin. Once her shirt is off you gaze upon her chest with a small smile, but you still don't look entirely satisfied. Quickly, you reach back and unsnap the blue bra still shielding her breasts. With a quiet pap the garment falls to the floor and you take in the sight of her exposed breasts, perfect in their subtle sway after having been released from their cloth prison.
"There. Even now." You grin, leaning in to kiss her with a heavy need. You pull her close though you keep some space between your bodies to allow your other hand to grasp at one of her breasts, kneading the soft flesh against your palm and teasing the nipple with your fingers. The hand upon her back slowly moves up, massaging against her smooth skin as it does. Your fingers trace the bumps along her spine, enjoying the feeling of her soft hair brushing against your knuckles. You continue on along up her neck, through her hair on the back of her head and out the top. Grasping at her right horn you pull her head to the side, exposing her neck which you kiss and nibble hungrily. You briefly pause the attentions on her breast to allow that hand to drift downward, resting upon the button of her jeans and undoing it, followed by the motion of tugging down her zipper. With a bit of assistance you help the jeans slide down her legs and crumple down against her feet. You withdraw from her neck momentarily so you can look at her, now only in her panties and looking impossibly beautiful.
"You'd think by now I wouldn't be so shocked when I look at you but... you're just so amazing, Vriska..." You speak in almost a whisper, swallowing between a couple of deep breaths.
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Vriska: Even the playing field a little
You smirk a little, feeling him move forward in pursuit of your lips. As the shirt starts to move up faster, your fingers brush lightly against the smoothness of his skin. By the time youve gotten the shirt completely over his head youve gotten a little impatient, accidentally snagging the frame of his glasses on the fabric of the shirt, a problem that is quickly fixed once the shirt is gone.
Its only a few moments before his hands are on you, pulling your shirt up. You raise an eyebrow at him with a grin, allowing him to tug your shirt over your head, though you are careful not to let your own glasses get caught by the shirt, and send it the same way his own went. With one more quick touch, your bra is on the floor and out of the way, finally allowing you to move closer to him, automatically reaching out to wrap your arms around him, returning the offered kiss. A shiver runs up your spine at the touch of his fingers moving up your back, and you move a little closer to him, pressing into the hand massaging your breast.
You easily follow the urging of his hand at your horn, tilting your head to the side to let him nip at the soft skin of your neck. The gentle pressure of a hand at your zipper immediately sends your heart into overdrive, beating furiously against your ribcage as if it were trying to break its way out of your chest; you wouldnt be surprised if he could feel it as well as you could. One of your hands reaches down to help slide the waistband of the jeans off your hips, letting them slide to the floor in a soft rustling of fabric. You kick the jeans to the side along with the small heap of clothing on the floor, fairly sure that you wont need them for a while.
Even though by now youre (almost) used to having his eyes on you, a blush still rises to your face under his inspection, the offered compliment only deepening the blue tint to your cheeks. You grin at him anyway, pulling him into a tight hug. So hypocritical, you mutter into his ear with a small laugh, planting a light kiss on his jaw. Since when are you allowed to tell me Im amazing when youre guilty of the same thing twice over? As you speak, youve started to pull away from him a little bit, your hands settling at his own waistband, making quick work of the zipper on his jeans and tugging them down to join the rest of your clothes.
What was that you were saying about making it even? You smirk at him, moving closer to pull him into another kiss, nipping gently at his lower lip for a moment before pulling away just a little, your lips still brushing against his. Perhaps we arent as even as we could be though. Youre wearing entirely too much. Your grin grows a little wider, the tips of your fingers eagerly working at the waistband of his boxers. Despite having already done this several times, youre still no less impatient than you were a few days ago, especially now when youre pressed so closely together with hardly any clothes on at all.
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John: Take a little taste
At first you're not sure if it's your heart or Vriska's thumping like a jackhammer but you soon realize it's both. It's kind of surreal that after all this time and all the things you've done together she still excites you this much even before all of her clothes are off. She could get your blood pumping just by giving you a quick smile or a wink, so you suppose it's not that surprising. The way she blushes as you look upon her still gives you the impression that she has similar feelings, and you have no complaints whatsoever about that. You're still not sure how you of all people managed to snag such a spectacular woman but you were not going to let the opportunity go to waste. When she pulls you into the hug and responds with a compliment of her own it seems it's now your turn to blush. The excitement in you only rises further as you feel her hands tugging at your jeans and pulling them down. You carelessly kick them away amongst the other rejected articles of clothing. They will be of no use. The loose fabric of your boxers did nothing to hide your arousal but you'd passed the point of caring about that a long time ago.
"How about we're both amazing together? Cause that much is true..." You respond, hoping she'll at least concede to that. You're still not sure why she seems so adverse to taking your compliments since she originally was so boastful and somewhat vain. You think it might be because she feels she doesn't deserve compliments anymore. She had been conditioned into believing she was evil and a bitch by others and while she played along with it for a bit, it eventually got to her. It didn't matter. You genuinely thought she was amazing and you were going to let her know it at every possible opportunity.
The kiss she offers you is eagerly returned, your hand happily returning to her breast until she pulls back away. You pout briefly as her lips tease yours while she speaks but you can't hold back a smirk when she implies that it's still not even. You're not sure how. You're both only in your underwear, but you're not exactly going to resist her stripping you further. You did agree, though. You were still wearing too much. Both of you were. With a little impatience your hands find hers to help assist her with your shorts. As they come down the elastic waistband catches on your erection briefly before freeing it, making it bounce back into its upright position soon after. Already your cock throbbed in anticipation for her and you blush again at just how transparent your excitement was.
"Uneven again, let's end this debate once and for all, okay?" You smirk, kneeling down in front of her. Your fingers curl around the band of her panties and slowly slide them down her hips, soon revealing her smooth, moist lips. It takes you a moment to realize your mouth is hanging open and you close it, swallowing hungrily. Your hands work their way back up her legs as you lean in to plant soft kisses along her inner thighs. With a glance upward you move your mouth to her vagina, extending your tongue to give it a nice, long lick. Following a deep breath, you exhale cool air against her before pressing your mouth against her lower lips fully, sucking and licking rather vigorously while reveling in her exquisite taste. Your wandering tongue eventually slips inside the incredibly hot passage, tasting her from within as you try to look up and observe her reaction. Your hands are tightly gripping her hips now, partially to help support her as you're certain she'd be finding it hard to balance soon...
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Vriska: Request a chance at retribution
Your eyes follow the boxers on their way to the ground, settling for a moment on his erect length before drifting back up to meet his eyes again with a grin. The apparent blush on his face makes his self-consciousness adorably obvious, though perhaps thats a bit hypocritical given the generous blue tint to your own face.
You roll your eyes, grinning back at him. By all means, end away. Arguing about evening things out is such a pointless waste of time. You let the tips of your fingers trail from his sides up to his shoulders as he moves down to kneel in front of you, absentmindedly rubbing small circles into his skin, watching him tug your last remaining article of clothing off, making good on the promise to even things out completely and finally. As his hands and lips work their way back up your legs, your heartbeat speeds up at a significant rate, the movement of your hands stopping to instead lightly grasp his shoulders.
A quick look is all the warning you receive before you feel the soft wetness of his tongue running between your legs. You let out a small, surprised groan, the muscles in your legs tensing against the tremor that runs through you. A small breath of air puffs against you, feeling almost icy cold against the feverish warmth of your skin, then his mouth is on you again, sucking at the warm, wet folds between your legs.
To be fair, you do your best to keep quiet. But once his tongue finds its way into you, pressing up against the walls of your passage, you cant help the long groan that slips out as you lean your head back, digging your nails into his shoulders. By now its only his firm grip on your hips that keeps your trembling legs from giving out entirely.
John... You make a valiant effort to string together a coherent sentence, but you find yourself rather...distracted by his tongue exploring your throbbing passage and end up trailing off with a yelp as he brushes against a particularly sensitive spot. Still not completely convinced that your legs are steady under you, you edge backwards slowly a couple feet until the back of your legs press against the covers of the bed, pulling him with you.
That is so not fair, you murmur quietly, letting your fingers run lightly through his hair. You arent even going to let me even things out again? you demand with a slight smirk.
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John: Approve of offer
Vriska's continued gasps of pleasures reinforce the idea that you had chosen the correct path as you continue to lick at her passage hungrily. You try to smile up at her, but your lips are a bit obscured for the moment. As her hands come down upon your shoulders you respond with a tighter grip upon her hips, both of you now using each other for support as you try to get an even better angle into her with your tongue. You can feel her struggle to try and stay upright while being so thoroughly teased and it seems to only become increasingly harder as time passes. You hear her gasp your name only to interrupt herself with a soft cry that sends a warm feeling of satisfaction through your entire body. You don't think you'd ever tire of hearing the effect you have on her because you're still surprised you could have this affect on any woman to begin with. The fact that it's Vriska makes it infinitely better. There was no other person or object or anything that you'd rather have other than her and you love the fact that she seems to feel the same for you.
She finally begins to make small movements, backing up toward the bed. You do your best to allow this while also keeping up your tongue's eager attentions, eventually ending up with her against the edge of the bed. You emit a soft chuckle upon hearing her words which seemed to contradict what she had said a couple minutes prior. You have to admit her desire to evenly return what you've given her so far was a thrilling thought. You had never really wanted to push her to pleasure you without being able to please her at the same time. If she wanted to, though... God, you'd let her without hesitation. Your hands, still resting firmly on her soft hips, help sit her down on the edge of the bed to finally relieve her of the tension of trying to stand while being probed by your tongue. You're not quite done, however, and you kneel at the edge of the bed with her, pushing her legs apart to give you considerably better access than before.
You glance up again with shining blue eyes, full of love and affection, while you pull away to consider her words. "Well, I certainly wouldn't dissuade you if you want to return the favor. In fact, I'd love it... but I'd hate for you to feel left out..." You explain, briefly taking one of her legs in your hands, lifting it to your lips as you kiss along the perfect grey skin in short, feathery motions. From an outside observer you'd probably appear to be doing nothing short of worshiping her, but you're not entirely sure that would be the wrong idea for someone to have. Each curve of her was alluring and sexy and you wanted to give attention to every single inch of her. You pause briefly to smirk. "But unless you stop me I think I'm gonna keep trying to make you make happy noises..."
Your lips make their way up her body until they're back at her warm center and you're already starving for her again, so you waste no time pressing your entire mouth against her folds to lick and suck as if attempting to satisfy the most feral craving. Your tongue strokes against the lips, twisting itself to slide inside as deep as possible while you pull back every so often to give her clit sharp strokes with your tongue and even soft nips with teeth. You're still not sure why she tasted so good. Probably because she was yours and you needed her more than anything...
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Vriska: Follow up on your offer
You gladly accept the assistance in pulling yourself halfway onto the bed in a sitting position, relieving your legs of the impossible responsibility of holding you up while his tongue invades your soaking passage. Your legs spread further, following the urges of his hands to allow him to get closer. An affectionate grin spreads across your face as you look down at him, and you laugh a little. The idea that you might feel left out isnt quite so funny as it is incredibly untrue. Left out is the one thing you certainly dont feel, and you never have around him.
A hot blush rushes to your face as his lips brush against the sensitive skin of your legs. Somehow just that simple gesture sends a thrill of excitement through you. You return the grin he gives you, bracing yourself against the covers to look down at him. When he leans in again, pressing his tongue into you, you cant help shivering violently, stiffening suddenly with a gasp as he starts to suck at the engorged folds between your legs, brushing against your clit every so often.
You let him go on for a little while before your hands drift down to grip his shoulders again, gently tugging him up to your eye level, your breathing still a little quicker than normal. Standing up again, you wrap your arms tightly around him, drawing him into a light kiss, letting your tongue meet his, brushing gently against his lower lip.
Maybe I want to make you make happy noises, you mutter against his lips, smiling a little. Youve done more than enough for me. I want a turn. Quit arguing and deal with it. You take the opportunity to provide him with a smirk, knowing he wont argue with you when you put it that way.
You let your fingers trail their way from his shoulders down his chest as you kneel down in front of him, looking up at him with a grin. You arent completely sure how to do this, since youve never really been in a relationship before. Maybe its just something that comes naturally.
Extending your tongue, you run it lightly along his shaft, brushing your hair off to the side. You arent sure what to make of his taste, though youd be lying if you said you didnt think every part of him looked and tasted nothing short of perfect. Your grin widens a little, and you carefully take him into your mouth, careful not to let your fangs anywhere near him. You wouldnt hesitate to bite him, gently at least, anywhere else, but youll take special care of this. Your tongue swirls around the tip lightly, and you push down a little further, sucking gently as you pull back again, grinning up at him. I win. You smirk again, moving in, parting your lips to envelop him in the warm confines of your mouth.
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John: Concede
You were certainly prepared to continue pleasuring Vriska with your lips and tongue as long as possible. She shivered like you were running an ice cube across her body, but you knew the response was inspired by nothing but heat. Each reaction, no matter how small or subtle, ignited a motivation within you that you're frankly shocked that you had. At this point if you were told this was the only way you'd ever be able to engage in intimate activity with Vriska, you'd still feel like the luckiest guy ever to exist, and she was barely touching you. While your mind is almost entirely focused on making Vriska feel the heights of ecstasy, there's still a part of it that likes to remind you that yes, this really is happening. Yes, Vriska is with you, letting you touch and taste her in the most private ways. You still have a hard time understanding just what sequence of events lead to you and her in this position, but you were certainly not going to complain. She was amazing and you'd never let her go.
By now your lips and tongue were nearly on auto-pilot, which was nice because you could spend less time being paranoid about your attentions and more time just focusing on Vriska. Her taste, her scent, her desperate gasps for more. You'd be perfectly satisfied with doing this all night but the raven-haired troll seemed to have other things on her mind as you feel her grip at your shoulders and tempt you upward. At first your reluctant, wanting to stay and please her lips engorged with dark blue lifeblood, but she wishes you up and her desires still come first so you rise until you're both standing again. You take comfort in her quick breaths, knowing that they were a sign you were doing well, so for whatever reason she wished you to stop it was not for lack of good feelings. You happily float into the kiss, sharing a bit of her taste with her and shivering a bit yourself at her teasing motions with her tongue. What she says next, so lovingly yet with a hint of lust, makes your breath catch in your throat.
Yes, a part of you wanted to argue and convince her to allow you to continue, but that alluring smirk she gives as she lowers herself makes it hard to form any words at all. "Vriska..." You barely manage before gasping at the light touches of fingers against your chest. Her movements as she moves further down your body seem to be going in slow motion because at this point you know exactly what's about to happen and your body simply does not want to wait the few agonizing seconds. She's then kneeling before you, looking up with a grin that knows what effect she's having on you, and sure enough just seeing her in this position is driving you completely wild. Then you feel it, the exquisite sensation of a warm, moist tongue against your shaft. You gasp out immediately, your hands tightening into fists at first in an attempt to restrain yourself. If you reached out to grip at her head you feared you might attempt to guide her too quickly and you wanted her to take this at her own pace. You'd be lying if you hadn't been wanting this since you were first established as her matesprit, but you never were going to make her do anything she wasn't comfortable with. Besides, for a while those fangs were quite concerning as well. Thankfully, you've been near them enough by now to know she can be careful with them when necessary.
Suddenly she takes you into her mouth and you moan softly just feeling her lips surrounding you. You instinctively reach out to run your hands through her hair now, realizing trying to keep your hands occupied with anything but her was a pointless endeavor. Your knees wobble a bit, and you know you won't be able to maintain a standing position too long with her working at you like this so you take a moment to position yourself next to the bed and sit down on it as she did. You chuckle softly at how quickly the tables have turned but it's quickly cut off by another moan as she makes a spectacular swirling motion with her tongue. The sucking motion she makes as she pulls out makes you shudder to your core and you adore the way she grins up at you as you pop out of her mouth.
"Ah-I... don't think I can really argue too much right now so... yeah, you win for sure. Damn it, Vriska... how are you so perfect...?" You manage to utter between heavy breaths before you're finally struck speechless by her taking your erection back between her lips. Your hands grasp onto her horns, helping guide her just a bit before stroking them between your palms. At least this way you could still pleasure her a bit while she worked such magic against the sensitive skin of your shaft.
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Vriska: Continue being perfect
You follow John back to the bed, moving up a little more to keep as close to him as possible. Admittedly, you hadnt been sure if you would be able to do this well enough to make him react like this, though from the sounds hes making, youre fairly certain that youre doing a good job of it. Its more than a little exciting knowing that you have this kind of effect on him, enough of an effect to cut him off mid-sentence. Of course, you wont argue with the fact that you win. You always win. Even here. Except when he wins. You might be willing to give some ground.
You feel the warmth of his hands curling around your horns as you move in to take him into your mouth again, and you follow the gentle pull he gives you, quite happy to take orders for once. It is, after all, his pleasure youre going for this time. Still, the arousing sensation of him rubbing your horns is enough to make you pause for just a moment, reflexively bumping yours horns up against his hand to feel more of it. The motion brings him further into your mouth, and you gently caress the skin with your tongue, pulling back again to look up at him with a grin.
Im perfect because youre around, you inform him, letting the tips of your fingers skim briefly across his leg, absentmindedly wondering exactly what kind of magic had turned whatever you had been a few months ago into what you are now. A month ago you wouldnt have been able to see yourself like this, but now that you are, youd rather be here than anywhere else in the universe.
Another slight shift in position brings your lips back to his cock, brushing against the warm firmness of the tip. Carefully, very gently, you let the tip of one of your fangs graze the skin, just enough so that hell feel it, barely even touching him. You could just as easily bite down as you had elsewhere on his body. But you arent about to betray the tremendous amount of trust he must have in you to let your teeth anywhere near him like this. No, youll indulge yourself in just a touch, but youll make sure it never feels anything but good to him. But theres one thing you want to try.
Without warning you push forward, taking him fully into your mouth, feeling his tip brush against the back of your throat. You hold the position for a split second before withdrawing again, looking up at him with a smirk. What he had done for you felt pretty damn good, but ideally you just one-upped it. Its kind of funny, you think, that youre both so eager to please each other that youre literally competing for the chance.
Yes, I definitely win for sure, you agree, grinning up at him. You arent quite done yet, however. Returning your lips to his shaft, you press a light kiss to it before moving down on it again, sucking at him slowly. You arent about to stop until youre satisfied that hes satisfied.
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John: Experience complete satisfaction
You exhale a breathless laugh at Vriska's implication that she's only perfect because of you. You'd like to argue that point, but it's getting progressively more difficult forming coherent words when she's making you gasp and moan so frequently. You do consider that perhaps she's right. You're both perfect because you're together and you can't see anything wrong with that concept at all. It's certainly hard to deny that what she's doing right now is anything short of perfection, after all. Your hands continue to grip at her horns, occasionally tugging at them to help guide her along your shaft without even really realizing it. Eventually you force yourself to calm down a bit and you return to gentle strokes along the orange and yellow stalks arching out of her head. She was doing such a phenomenal job giving you pleasure so you could only hope that this small gesture returned at least a fraction of the favor.
Soon your body jerks a bit in an instinctive response to the sensation of fangs being ever so gently brushed against the very soft and sensitive skin of your cock. You release a sharp gasp, gripping her horns a bit tighter, but do nothing to discourage her. When you had fantasized about having her in this position before, there was always the lingering fear that those fangs could cause some trouble. You didn't know what Trolls considered pleasurable so there had always been a bit of a risk getting so intimate with a species you knew to have violent tendencies. After all, they even had romances based off of hate and rivalry, and you really had no idea where the line was when sex was involved. Vriska, however, seems entirely aware of your comfort, and proceeds to just barely touch the fangs against you making the entire situation even more pleasurable than ever. Just the tip of those sharp teeth send a nice shiver down your entire body and you have no intention on stopping her. You trusted Vriska with your life. You figure that even in the worst case scenario, if something horrible happens to your penis thanks to all this, at least you had gotten to experience the best sex anyone ever had; You're convinced of that for sure.
Suddenly she takes you into her mouth entirely, and you feel yourself be consumed almost entirely until your tip hits the edge. Your head drifts back as you moan, but you quickly return your eyes back down to her, almost as if you had to see what she was doing to believe it. You knew she'd never done this before so the fact that she seemed so... naturally talented was very impressive and impossibly sexy. How you were lucky enough to be the guy Vriska Serket would do this for you're not sure you'll ever know. She begins to pull out and you exhale slowly as she does, returning your fingers to her hair for a bit, running the soft strands through your fingers until you slip out of her mouth completely. She smirks up at you, well aware what she had done was good and her following words elicit yet another weak laugh.
"Y-yeah, you do... I gotta say I don't mind at all that you're so competitive when it comes to this.. A-ah... but just you wait until it's my turn again..." You finally speak out in a hoarse tone. It's thankfully a very short moment before her lips are back on you and returning you to the blissful, dreamlike state. Your hands slip back to her horns, helping guide her once again as your breaths become quicker and heavier. You're barely moving but beads of sweat are trickling down your jaw, proving just how well she works you up while doing this. You feel your cock pulse and throb to an even greater degree and you imagine she knows what that implies by now. It was amazing how she had barely done anything, but at the same time done everything to bring you to this point. Your hips are rocking now, trying to inch against her even more and get yourself to that climax you so desperately crave.
The tension grows quickly, and that feeling of her warm, strong lips and tongue working your shaft so expertly make it impossible to hold back any longer. The grip upon her horns tightens even more, and you feel it approaching like a rushing wave. "Oh god, Vriska, I love you. I'm gonna..." You try to gasp out in warning, just in case she does not want to take all of what you'll offer into her mouth, but there would be little time to avoid the sudden surge of your hot seed as it flows out of you with stream after stream. Your entire body shudders roughly with the intense orgasm and the incredible feeling that comes with it.
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Vriska: Take shameless advantage of body heat
As you start to pull away you feel the pleasant warmth of Johns fingers moving into your hair again, and you look up at him once youre fully clear of him, half wanting to see his response and half just wanting to look at him. Moving in to start again you can tell hes getting more restless, hearing his breaths quicken in the heavy silence of the room. Inside your mouth you can feel him building up, the increased intensity of the pulsing giving you a fair warning of the extent of the effect youre having on him. If you could properly smirk at him from this position, you most definitely would, even if only to revel in the knowledge that you have this kind of effect on him. You welcome the movement of his hips against your lips, letting your tongue drag lightly over the sensitive skin of his shaft.
You feel the hands on your horns tighten suddenly, and knowing what that means, you redouble your efforts, taking him a little further into your mouth, caressing him delicately with your tongue to help him along. The warning he gives allows you just enough time to figure out whats coming before it does. You feel his body move under your attentions, and almost before you realize it, hes spilling his seed into your mouth. Rather than pulling away, you hold your position, allowing him to ride out the orgasm before pulling back again, swallowing smoothly. The hot liquid tastes strange, but not in a bad way. Somehow it tastes like him, and only him, and because of that you love it.
Once youre sure that hes done and completely satisfied, you pull away again, letting him slip out of your mouth with a final flick of your tongue. You look up at him, maintaining steady eye contact with him as you detangle your horns from his hands and climb onto the bed next to him , pulling him down to lie next to you. You tuck yourself in tightly under his arm against his side and settle there, just listening to the beating of his heart and soaking in the warmth of an extra body next to yours.
Love you more, you mutter into his chest, grinning a little. Its kind of amazing how it seems like youve done everything with him and yet barely scratched the surface of what youcoulddo with him. Even now, you suspect the night has only just started. True, youre already snuggled up to him like youre already finished, but only because youre willing to wait until hes recovered from the afterglow to move again. I still win. Absolutely, completely, and permanently, you inform him with a smirk. You assume he knows that arguing isnt an option at this point. He could certainly try though; the attempt would be most welcome.
I swear I warned you against being perfect at some point. You never listen to me, you grumble halfheartedly, grinning up at him anyway. Somehow your legs end up tangled with his, drawing him in closer to you almost without realizing it. You brush a stray lock of hair out of your eyes, carelessly draping an arm across him, partly because youre too lazy to hug him properly and partly because hes giving off a pleasant warmth that you very much enjoy feeling. You assume youll most likely have to forsake this extremely comfortable position soon in favor of something more...exciting, but youre happy to settle for this for the moment.
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John: Inquire about Vriska's desires
You're admittedly a bit surprised when Vriska makes no attempt to avoid the incoming explosion into her mouth, but her willingness to take you all in without flinching makes her just that much sexier to you. You watch her easily and lovingly swallow all you have to offer, shuddering to your core as the climax rushing over your body slowly begins to subside. Realizing how truly beautiful and perfect she is makes you almost want to cry tears of happiness, but you certainly don't want to get all emotional at a time like this. Your eyes lock with hers and stay that way as she pulls you out of her mouth. You let out a deep breath, a bit disappointed that such a glorious moment had to end, but you can't deny that you're anything other than completely satisfied. The one last brief lick she gives you still manages to make you gasp out softly and serves to remind you that her power over you is absolute if such small touches can elicit such responses like that. You know you have similar power over her, but you're pretty certain in the battle of seductiveness, she comes out on top.
Soon she joins you on the bed, pulling you down next to her and you follow without any complaint. Your arm quickly coils around her as she snuggles against you, informing you that she apparently thinks she loves you more. You can't help but chuckle softly. "Miss Serket, you are talking some nonsense, but I'll let it go this time only because of how incredible you make me feel..." You respond, still trying to catch your breath from the exhausting but fantastic orgasm. You tilt your head down, kissing the top of hers as it rests upon your rising and falling chest. As much as you loved all the positions you both had tried together, this one was still pretty special to you; Just having her next to you in your arms.
You knew you had yet to satisfy her tonight like she had for you, but you were not far from finished despite the position you both were currently in. It was just another amazing part of her that she was so patient to give you such an experience then wait until you were ready for more. When she makes her claim on her win you knew you didn't have much of an argument. Not yet at least. "Well... Yeah, you do win." You smirk, finding it a bit amusing that Vriska's competitive personality is still coming out even in situations like this. "I don't know aboutpermanently, though. You win this battle, for sure, but the war has yet to be decided. I'm not finished yet, after all!"
You shake your head as once again she makes a statement you find ridiculous. "Me, perfect? After... that? You were the one managing all the perfection, I'd say. If you're gonna call me perfect tonight, I think I'd like to earn it. You shift your bodies a bit in order to pull her up some, allowing your lips to reach hers and engage in a nice, deep kiss. Your free hand reaches to cup her cheek in your hand before brushing back into her hair. As you pull back from the kiss you briefly drag your teeth against her lip while your eyes lock directly onto hers. "Vriska, if there's anything you want me to do for you right now I'll do it. If there's something specific in your mind that excites you, I'd like to know. On our first date I told you I'd do anything for you... at the time maybe I was getting ahead of myself and speaking too quickly without thinking, but a part of me knew I meant it. I do. So, anything you want, just ask..."
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Vriska: Contemplate
You press closer to John as his arm wraps around you, your body fitting snugly against his almost as if you were made to fit each other. You feel his lips press against the top of your head and smile a bit, letting the slowing rise and fall of his chest calm you down a little. True, you had been the one pleasuring him this time, but youd be lying if you said it didnt excite you as well for some reason. Perhaps it was just the fact that it was you who was making him react like he did, or maybe it was something else.
You grin in satisfaction, hearing his admission of your victory. It was fairly obvious at this point that youd taken the lead, though you suspected he would try to reclaim it again at some point. Youre perfectly fine with that; it might even be more accurate to say that youre very much looking forward to the attempt. Maybe hell even manage to make you reconsider your opinion. Which, of course, would just make you want to one-up him again. You dont get to doubt my permanent win until you beat it, you inform him, smirking right back at him. You know hell rise to the challenge, and you know itll end up well for both of you. Hearing him protest at being called perfect, you start to open your mouth to reply as he shifts beside you, but you quickly forsake that idea in favor of kissing him. Within moments youre smiling softly into the kiss, letting your lips part to lightly brush your tongue across his lower lip, teasing him a little. Reflexively, you lean against the warmth of the hand that appears on your cheek, nudging his hand just a little. A small shiver runs down your spine as his teeth graze across your lip, and your eyes open again to meet his, gazing at him with an affection youve never shown to anyone else and probably never will.
The offer youre given makes you pause for a moment, half thoughtful and half surprised. You hadnt been expecting to get a prompt like this, and now that hes asking you directly what exactly you want, you have no idea what you want. Before he arrived you had never exactly put much thought into what you wanted in bed from someone else, and after he arrived you were too busy concentrating on him to even think about thinking about anything but the current moment. Plus, the last couple days havent been making it easier to take your mind off him. You sit in thought for a long moment, worrying your lip a little between your teeth as you think about it. You know theres something youd want, but you cant quite put your finger on it.
A moment later, an idea occurs to you. Its a strange idea, and not something you would have ever given a second thought to before you met John for the first time. Its an idea that would place someone besides you in control, and instead of being a bad idea in your eyes, strangely, it excites you more than a little. The more you think about it, the more you suddenly want to make it happen. How well can you tie a knot? you ask him suddenly, shifting a little to look at him, your eyes glinting a little mischievously.
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John: Test your knot-tying ability
As you watch Vriska's expression turn thoughtful, you inadvertently begin to get a little nervous. You had just told her that you'd do anything for her. There were a lot of... things that you probably didn't even know about, let alone know how to accomplish them with any relative proficiency. Vriska was your age, but her society was a lot different than yours. Who knew what was acceptable sexual activity for Trolls? How common knowledge would it be for a younger generation when apparently all the adults lived in space or something crazy like that? It was entirely possible she'd ask you to do something very strange and you'd have no idea what to do. Still, when she looks at you with that look of affection that is all for you, you realize that you really would do anything for her; You'd been entirely truthful and honest with her, and you weren't going to stop now. It still seemed crazy to love someone this much, but if that was the case then you were glad you weren't sane. Nothing felt better than having Vriska in your arms and loving her unconditionally and with all your heart.
You essentially see the lightbulb above Vriska's head turn on as she looks at you with a bit of excitement. Already you're dying to know what idea crept into her mind. Whatever it is, you're ready to return the pleasant favor she had just provided for you. She had challenged you, after all. It would be silly to turn down the opportunity to get revenge. When she asks you how your knot-tying abilities were, you look back with confusion at first. What could she possibly mean... ohhh. It doesn't take you too long to figure out what she was getting at, and your lips curl into a devilish smile. "Well I... have been tying my own shoelaces for like... ten years now! I think I can manage something." You tease a bit. Inside you're fighting back a bit more nervousness. You'd definitely never tied up a person before, and you weren't too sure just how she wanted it done. Then again maybe it didn't matter. The whole point was for you to be in control, right?
"I'll go and get some uh... material." You smirk, leaning in to kiss her deeply before somewhat reluctantly untangling yourself from her grip. Quickly you toss on some pants and a shirt and dash out of the room toward the alchemiter. As you enter the room you freeze. There's Rose. Sitting quietly in a chair in the corner, her face buried into a book while sipping something out of a glass that you're certain contains something alcoholic. She smiles at you and you return the gesture with an added wave, but neither of you say anything. Okay, you'd just try and play it cool as a cucumber. You whistle, strolling over to the alchemiter and tossing in a couple of materials as casually as you can. A quick glance to Rose shows she's still absorbed in the book. Hurrying to the best of your ability, you finish your alchemiter transaction and try to make your subtle exit. Just as you reach the door and you're thinking you avoided an embarrassing conversation, Rose's voice calls out your name.
"Be sure to make them tight. She's probably stronger than she looks..." Rose adds, only her pink eyes visible peeking over her book. You can't see the rest of her face, but you know exactly the sort of smile she must have at the moment and it makes you blush profusely. You try to laugh it off but it just comes off as shy and nervous, so instead of responding you just leave and try to minimize your embarrassment. Eventually you make it back to the room, still blushing, however when you see Vriska still naked and waiting on your bed, any embarrassment caused by your brief interaction with Rose dissolves from your mind instantly. Now that you're back with Vriska, she's the only thing that matters.
You grin as you approach the bed, slipping something out of your pocket and holding it behind your back as you free yourself from your clothes once again. "Hey beautiful, miss me?" You smirk, climbing back onto the bed and over to her for a nice, long kiss. "You've changed a lot, you know, from that violent, selfish girl you once were... but I think you're still due for some punishment..." You pull out of the kiss, grinning a bit wider as you reach out for one of her hands, tangling your fingers with hers as you raise it above her head and over to the right a bit. "I guess it's up to me..."
Your other hand reveals a silk strand of rope as you bring it over to where you moved her hand and quickly tie it around the headboard of the bedframe. You make sure to consider Rose's advice and tighten it considerably, but not enough to injure or cut off circulation. You do this with the other hand as well, effectively chaining Vriska to the bed and restricting her movement considerably. You crawl back down a bit and brush your lips over hers, teasing a kiss without really giving it to her before pulling back. She'd find herself unable to follow if she tried, and you can't help but smile with satisfaction. Vriska Serket probably would never allow anyone to do this, so the fact that you had her strapped to the bed, completely at your mercy, was delicious.
"Hmm, you've been pretty bad. Maybe I shouldn't stop there..." You mutter, tapping your chin in thought before allowing your hand to slip between her legs, brushing the damp folds with your fingertips. You were already rock hard again, unsurprisingly. So not immediately pounding into her was going to be as torturous to you as it was to her, but at least you could move. Now you had consider the next step...
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Vriska: Evaluate knot-tying ability
You look right back at John as you wait for the seemingly innocuous question to sink in, watching his expression curiously. You doubt youre actually going to have to spell it out for him - hell figure it out eventually. It was more his reaction to the question that you want to see than whether or not hed pick up on the not very subtly disguised request. You blink slowly at him as you see the realization dawn on him, grinning back at him. It didnt take quite as long as you thought it would, but thats a good thing, right? You doubt hes feeling as confident as he looks, though maybe youre just imagining it to ward off your own nervousness.
Have fun, you reply, leaning up to keep your lips connected with his for just a little bit longer as he detaches himself from the confines of your arms. You give him a small wave as he disappears out of the door, rolling over in the bed. You form a loose cocoon of sheets around yourself while you wait, stretching out comfortably to your full length on the soft down of the mattress. Several thoughts flash through your head, almost all of them excited. Almost. The survival instinct is already deeply ingrained into the mind of a Troll from the moment it hatches. It then starts to grow and develop, but in different ways for each individual case. Most Trolls have fairly good reflexes and a healthy occasional paranoia. Some cases are more high strung than others, and some are simply so overconfident that the natural instinct shrinks instead of grows. Both of those extremes tend to die off fairly quickly. You used to be somewhere between the norm and the hubris-packed side of the spectrum, perhaps a little too close to the latter for comfort. Since you came to the meteor and...things happened, your paranoia spiked significantly. It was never really in your character to hand over control to someone else. At this point, its something you would never consider. With the one exception you sent out of the room in search of material not two minutes ago.
You wriggle free of the sheets, and several seconds later the door slides open to reveal your returning matesprit. Of course, you know exactly what hes hiding behind his back, but that doesnt make it any less frustrating when you cant get a glimpse of either it or the hand holding it. Grinning at him, you wrap your arms tightly around him as he comes closer, returning the offered kiss eagerly. The grin soon turns into a smirk as he starts to talk again. Your fingers interlace easily with his automatically, letting him draw your hand up and out. You reflexively tense a little, though after a moment you relax again, pushing away the natural instinct to pull away as you feel the strand of rope he finally reveals winding around your wrist, securing it to the headboard.
You wait patiently while he pulls up your other arm and repeats the motion, waiting until hes finished tightening the rope before you flex your fingers experimentally, twisting your hands a bit as if testing the knots. Admittedly, hes done a good job. You cant really move all that much, not more than a few inches in any direction, which brings up the mixed excitement and edginess you were going for. You start to lean forward to deepen the almost-kiss he gives you, growling a little in frustration when he pulls away again, out of your reach. You tug forward a bit, straining for another couple inches, though you seem to have just missed his lips, which he seems to find satisfying.
After a moment you give up trying to get that kiss and lean back again. You suck in a soft breath as his hand moves between your legs, brushing against your already wet, warm folds. You instinctively want to reach up to pull him down to you so you can hold on to him or kiss him or both, but you have yet again forgotten that your arms are otherwise occupied and find yourself significantly frustrated when they wont move from the bed frame. If this had been literally anyone else in existence youd feel uncomfortable, but with John, all you can really think about is the fact that you really, really want that kiss. And more.
I knew you could be at least a little bit evil; Im proud of you, you inform him, giving him a smirk. So this is what happens when Im bad. You pause for a moment, thinking. Lets say, for the sake of argument, that Im downright awful. Maybe I'm still violent and selfish. Then what? You nudge his hand lightly with one of your legs, grinning widely at him.
Vriska: Evaluate knot-tying ability
You look right back at John as you wait for the seemingly innocuous question to sink in, watching his expression curiously. You doubt youre actually going to have to spell it out for him - hell figure it out eventually. It was more his reaction to the question that you want to see than whether or not hed pick up on the not very subtly disguised request. You blink slowly at him as you see the realization dawn on him, grinning back at him. It didnt take quite as long as you thought it would, but thats a good thing, right? You doubt hes feeling as confident as he looks, though maybe youre just imagining it to ward off your own nervousness.
Have fun, you reply, leaning up to keep your lips connected with his for just a little bit longer as he detaches himself from the confines of your arms. You give him a small wave as he disappears out of the door, rolling over in the bed. You form a loose cocoon of sheets around yourself while you wait, stretching out comfortably to your full length on the soft down of the mattress. Several thoughts flash through your head, almost all of them excited. Almost. The survival instinct is already deeply ingrained into the mind of a Troll from the moment it hatches. It then starts to grow and develop, but in different ways for each individual case. Most Trolls have fairly good reflexes and a healthy occasional paranoia. Some cases are more high strung than others, and some are simply so overconfident that the natural instinct shrinks instead of grows. Both of those extremes tend to die off fairly quickly. You used to be somewhere between the norm and the hubris-packed side of the spectrum, perhaps a little too close to the latter for comfort. Since you came to the meteor and...things happened, your paranoia spiked significantly. It was never really in your character to hand over control to someone else, especially if it would limit your movement. At this point, its something you would never consider. With the one exception you sent out of the room in search of material not two minutes ago.
You wriggle free of the sheets, and several seconds later the door slides open to reveal your returning matesprit. Of course, you know exactly what hes hiding behind his back, but that doesnt make it any less frustrating when you cant get a glimpse of either it or the hand holding it. Grinning at him, you wrap your arms tightly around him as he comes closer, returning the offered kiss eagerly. The grin soon turns into a smirk as he starts to talk again. Your fingers interlace easily with his automatically, letting him draw your hand up and out. You reflexively tense a little, though after a moment you relax again, pushing away the natural instinct to pull away as you feel the strand of rope he finally reveals winding around your wrist, securing it to the headboard.
You wait patiently while he pulls up your other arm and repeats the motion, waiting until hes finished tightening the rope before you flex your fingers experimentally, twisting your hands a bit as if testing the knots. Admittedly, hes done a good job. You cant really move all that much, not more than a few inches in any direction, which brings up the mixed excitement and edginess you were going for. You start to lean forward to deepen the almost-kiss he gives you, growling a little in frustration when he pulls away again, out of your reach. You tug forward a bit, straining for another couple inches, though you seem to have just missed his lips, which he seems to find satisfying.
After a moment you give up trying to get that kiss and lean back again. You suck in a soft breath as his hand moves between your legs, brushing against your already wet, warm folds. You instinctively want to reach up to pull him down to you so you can hold on to him or kiss him or both, but you have yet again forgotten that your arms are otherwise occupied and find yourself significantly frustrated when they wont move from the bed frame. If this had been literally anyone else in existence youd feel uncomfortable, but with John, all you can really think about is the fact that you really, really want that kiss. And more.
I knew you could be at least a little bit evil; Im proud of you, you inform him, giving him a smirk. So this is what happens when Im bad. You pause for a moment, thinking. Maybe I'm still violent and selfish. Lets say, for the sake of argument, that Im downright awful. Then what? You nudge his hand lightly with one of your legs, grinning widely at him.
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John: Consider further punishment
Vriska's slight growl as your lips tease hers only manages to widen your already excessive grin. You've barely done anything but you can tell it's already beginning to drive her mad. Admittedly, it was frustrating for you as well because obviously there's nothing you'd like more than to just fuck her senseless right here and now. For now, that would have to wait. You take a few moments to scan her body again with eager eyes. You'd never seen a girl in such a position before, and that was thrilling by itself. What really pushed your excitement to the edge was that you had done it, and she trusted you enough to let you. The most breathtaking woman you'd ever laid eyes on was tied up, naked, and ready to let you have your way with her. Thoughts like that still made all of this feel like a wonderful dream. You thoroughly enjoyed the way she laid there with perfect breasts slowly rising and falling with her breaths while her blue-tinted nipples hardened due to the cool air, excitement, or a combination of both. Ultimately her outstretched, bound arms allowed her no way to manage her exposure. You don't imagine she'd cover herself, but knowing that she can't is definitely part of the fun.
When she admits being proud of your evil side showing, no matter how slight, you can't help but blush a bit. You guess it was a bit evil to put her in such a position. A position where you knew she longed to touch and kiss you, and she was so close to doing so, but was tightly restrained. Granted, you didn't do this against her will and you never would, but you knew the frustration was probably getting to her already. That was all part of the fun, and you knew it would make the eventual release that much more exciting. Honestly, you were proud of her as well for even considering this. Trolls in general were not eager to submit to anyone, and Vriska was the one who valued control the most. To give it over to someone else once probably seemed like pure madness to her. Who would have thought it would be you she finally allowed such an honor? Certainly the roles seemed reversed from what anyone might have imagined either of you in before and that sort of experimentation was what kept it all so exciting.
Vriska seems unwilling to let you stop there, though. She taunts you a bit despite her rather compromised position. Truthfully you hadn't planned very far ahead with this. Only a couple nights ago was your first time being with a woman at all. She seems to want to know how far you'd take it. Honestly, it wouldn't be much further than this, but you could still play along. "Truly awful? That would probably require a much more severe punishment. It's a shame we're on this meteor with no people, because someone as terrible as you would probably deserve to be paraded all tied up and naked through a crowded street." You grin evilly, gently brushing your fingers against her increasingly moistening folds once again. The idea kind of excites you, but then again you don't think you'd want anyone else to have the luxury of seeing Vriska naked. That was a pleasure reserved especially for you.
"But there is one other thing I think would be fitting punishment for you... You were pretty reluctant to do it before, but I have the upper hand now." You whisper as you lean over her to barely brush your lips against hers as before. You quickly pull away before she can push her lips into hers with whatever leniency she has, grinning as you do so. You're aware she's probably eager to hear what you'll say, but you continue to torment her by making her wait even for your words as you move yourself down her body, planting small, light kisses along her chest and belly, then eventually down her long, slender legs. You grab a bit more of the rope and begin to tie her ankles to the other end of the bed frame until she's completely immobile and vulnerable. Your glasses gleam a bit in the dim light, effectively hiding your eyes for a moment and giving you a somewhat sinister look, at least as sinister as John Egbert could look.
"Beg. For that kiss you want, or anything else, and... I'll consider giving it to you. It's completely up to me whether or not I do, but I can assure you you won't get anything until you try."
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Vriska: Make demand
You cant help but roll your eyes at the empty threat of being marched through a crowded street, completely devoid of clothing. While you agree that its a punishment worthy of what youve done, youre in too much of a good mood to think on it for more than a moment. And you know he wouldnt do that anyway. You think. Your thoughts are rather abruptly derailed by his hand brushing against you again, stiffening a little at the touch. A tiny groan escapes through your lips, though you bite it back immediately before it grows any louder. The last thing you want is to let John know just how much you want it. Its one thing to be able to pull him down for a kiss whenever you want to release that pent-up need for him, but its another thing entirely to be unable to reach out for him when hes so tantalizingly close to you. If he hasnt given you the kiss you tried to get yet, he clearly has something else in mind.
One of your eyebrows goes up as he mentions having another idea, waiting for him to divulge it. You release a bit of the built-up tension as he moves over you, leaning up the couple inches you are able to in order to catch his lips with yours for a real kiss. You growl again, louder this time, as he pulls away again, far too quickly for you to kiss him properly. Curious, you wait for him to explain his plan to you, but instead of an explanation, you get the light brush of his lips against your skin as he moves down your body. You fight back a shiver as he passes your stomach, pressing up against his lips as well as you can without the use of your hands to help. Feeling him tug at one of your legs, you crane your head forward to look at what hes doing, just in time to feel another length of rope winding around your ankle, tying it to a corner of the bed, following up with the other. If you had thought you couldnt move before, you couldnt have been more wrong. At least a minute ago you could move your legs and kind of shift a little. Now you cant even move your legs. You have no choice but to simply stare up at him, a hint of a grin spreading across your face. The light reflecting off of his glasses make it difficult to read his expression, but youre fairly sure you can visualize what he must look like at this point.
For a moment you just sit there, staring up at him, looking a little pensive as he finally told you what it is he wants. Admittedly, youre torn between believing him and thinking hes just trying to pull a bluff. Both of you know that he wants the same thing you do, and just as badly. The real question is which one of you will crack first. For the first time, youre not entirely sure that youre going to win this one. Its a strange feeling, not being in control of his movements, let alone your own. But you figure as long as you arent sure, you can still have some fun with him.
Well arent you getting bold, you reply, your grin widening. See, you may have the upper hand right now, but what happens when you start getting impatient? You wiggle the fingers of one of your hands in what youre fairly sure is his general direction, as if teasing him a little. You choose, for the moment, to overlook the fact that youre just as impatient as he is. Tell you what, how about I say this. Get down here and give me a kiss, Egbert. A real one. A few hours ago, you would have been sure he would listen to you without question. Now youre only mostly sure. But that wont keep you from trying, just to see if hell listen.
human
John: Don't give in to demands
You let your smile grow even wider at Vriska's statement regarding your alleged boldness, having now moved back up her body to return face to face with her. "Well, Iamtaking lessons from the best..." You reply confidently.
You weren't surprised by her response at all. She had way too much pride to beg and it was in her nature to try and reclaim the upper hand when in a vulnerable position. She wasn't wrong to try and use your impatience against you, because you certainly were impatient. She was laying there naked beneath you, ready and willing. All you had to do was take her. It would be so easy, and you knew you both wanted it more than anything. Still, she wasn't exactly begging for that kiss like you asked. She was telling you to give it to her, which wasn't part of the deal at all. If this little arrangement was to work out, you couldn't give in so easily. You were curious how long she could hold out before resorting to the suggested begging. How long could you, for that matter? Ultimately it would come down to whoever broke first, but for now you had the advantage.
"I figured you wouldn't give in so easily. I wouldn't expect less from you, Vriska." You add, leaning down ever so slowly as your lips begin to close in on hers presumably to give in to her demand that you give her arealkiss. Just as your lips graze hers, giving her a mere taste of you, you pull back quickly like you did just a minute ago. Another soft chuckle comes from your throat. "What makes you think you're in any position to demand anything? I guess you must think I'm pretty predictable... Well, can't really blame you for that. I do have a solid track record of doing what you tell me to do. Tables have turned a bit now, don't you think?"
You tried to hide the fact that you were beginning to shiver a bit in anticipation. Of course, you couldn't do much to hide your arousal when you were as hard as you were, but you couldn't act too excited or impatient, otherwise she just might keep taunting you. You had to at least pretend you weren't getting extremely impatient. Now was the time to tease her a bit. If you wanted her to beg then you'd have to work a bit, because if you just let her lay there she would probably hold back for quite a while. You decide to take your lips and move them to her chest, hovering over her right nipple and giving it a brief lick before closing down on it and massaging it with your lips and tongue. You figured that wouldn't be quite enough, though, and gently trail a set of fingers down her smooth skin until you reach her hot, moist lower lips. You let a couple of fingers tease at her folds for a moment before pushing inside and curling upward to rub against the slightly rigged inner walls. Your eyes peer up, waiting to see how she'd react if at all. For a moment you free your mouth from her breast to speak.
"Begging is still more likely to get you what you want, but if you're still a bit too shy for that, then maybe I'll be convinced if you make a bit of noise... Or you can hold back and stay quiet in an effort to make me break first. And I'll just continue to barely give you tastes but never the full meal all night. It's up to you..." You smirk again, rather thrilled by your newfound willpower in this situation. The Egbert from a few days ago would have given in already.
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Vriska: Make inquiry
Satisfied that you seem to have managed to bend him this easily, you shift a little, as well as you can, to lean up to receive the coming kiss. But before you even realize it, his lips have brushed yours and vanished again, a predictable move for literally anyone but John Egbert. You growl at him softly, the noise mixing with what sounds like a laugh of his own. Admittedly, hes right, you had thought you had him figured out a few moments ago, given his history of obeying you without (or with minimal) question. Maybe he fully expected your behavior, but your expectation of his seems to be a far cry from the reality. Nothing you say seems to make him listen to you, which of course both infuriates you and makes you proud of him. Though at the moment the infuriation is predominant. Youll worry about being proud of him later.
A quick glance away from his face tells you little about your progress. You think you may have seen him shiver a little, but at the same time there is very little you trust your senses with at the moment, so its probably just your imagination at work. You let your eyes drift closed as the warmth of his mouth takes in one of your nipples, effectively hardening the little nub. The light touch of the descending fingers tickles. You jump a little at the feeling before stiffening with a poorly concealed gasp as his fingers slip into you. You know that giving him a proper reaction is all the encouragement hell need, so you keep almost unnaturally still, sucking in small, shallow breaths. Its not as if youre fooling him, but its better than nothing.
You pause a moment to think before returning your eyes to his, giving him a smirk. You say begging is going to get me what you want? Why didnt you just say so? Your grin widens a bit. Feel free to start whenever you like. Beg to your hearts content if you want. Its more than clear that what you just suggested wasnt exactly what he had in mind. But to be fair, he didnt specify who /did/ the begging in what he said a moment ago. All you did was twist the words a not-very-little bit. You doubt he thinks that youll cave right away, though. Your right hand tugs lightly at the rope securing it, more for the sake of moving than to try to break free. Chances are you could if you really wanted to, but you neither want to nor need to find out.
Question for you, puny human. You scrunch up your face for a moment, seemingly deep in thought, before you look back to him with a grin. If you arent going to give me what I want, how exactly do you plan to give you whatyouwant? One of the things that makes this so difficult is the ever so small fact that what one of you wants, the other wants as well. If he sticks to his promise, you might not get what you want, but he doesnt get what he wants either because theyre the same thing.
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John: Begin the real torture
You have to admit you're kind of surprised at just how little of a reaction your teasing is getting you. Vriska was stubborn, but you surely thought you had an advantage here. Now you were starting to think that maybe it wasn't as much of one as you hoped. Nonetheless, it was still an advantage. When you touch her sensitive areas you can definitely feel her tense up, so it's not as if you're not affecting her at all. Could she really hold back much longer? Could you? As she speaks up again, your mouth curls into a satisfied smirk. It sounds as if she's going to give in to your demands, but the way she words it makes you a bit skeptical. Turns out you were right to be as she turns your demand on its head and instead tells you to start the begging. You can't help but laugh.
"No way! Besides, even if I begged for anything what could you do about it? You're getting pretty good with the jokes, though. I've taught you well." You sit back, gazing down at her appreciatively. It was only getting more difficult not to just say fuck it and start ravaging her immediately. No matter how much time passed you still had a hard time believing she was yours. It felt like a crime to be holding back when you had her completely at your mercy like this, but you already started down this road and you were going to win. It was the principle behind it now. If she's bringing out the jokes, you had to prove that you could be strong. You were running out of ideas on how to tease her into giving you what you wanted, though. She had held up remarkably well to things you were sure she'd at least utter a bit of noise for.
She continues to goad you further, though her calling you 'puny human' just makes you laugh even more. In the game you might have believed she meant it with malice, but here you consider it almost endearing. She questions on how you're supposed to get anything without giving anything, and you tap your chin in mock thought. "Well, I expect it cause you're the one tied up. I don't think it really requires any further explanation, Miss Alien. There are things I can do to you and you can't stop me..."
You lean back a bit, glancing to one of her feet. "Maybe I've asked for too much at first. So how about we start small. How about a... 'please'. You know, like, 'Please, give me a kiss, John'."
You reach one of your hands to the underside of her bound foot and lightly drag a couple of fingers against it. You were betting on her being ticklish, so if she wasn't then this was going to make you look pretty silly, but if she was then it could pay off as being something truly tortuous without resorting to anything genuinely evil.
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Vriska: Make attempt to cover up your weakness
You smirk up at the human hovering over you, completely and entirely not surprised by his automatic rejection of your suggestion that he start begging. If you begged for anything, I wouldnt need to do anything about it. Youd just get impatient and give up trying to hold back for something that wont happen Of course you have everything worked out in your mind. So far nothing he has tried on you has worked, and judging by the look on his face, his ideas are finally starting to run dry and hes trying to think of new ones. Which is convenient, because if he had retried any of the ones hes already used you doubt you would last very long.
I think it needs quite a bit more explanation if you ask me, puny human. Being tied up doesnt mean not being the one in control. I could take over your mind right now and you couldnt do anything about it. That last part about mind control may have completely been a total bluff, but it sounds intimidating. Not that it seems to affect him at all.
Maybe you did ask for too much. Nice to see weve come to that consensus. One of your eyebrows quirks up at the new, modified request, your eyes following his gaze to your foot, narrowing slightly in suspicion. The solution he seems to be coming up with doesnt look like a promising one for you. You tend to avoid letting people get close enough to you to be able to touch you partially for that reason. So far only one person youve known has managed to find and reach the two places youre the most ticklish, so youve been relatively safe. But if hes going to try what it looks like he will, you seem to be royally screwed over.
Feeling the light touch of his fingers across the sensitive bottom of your foot, your leg automatically jerks away from his hand, the sudden movement extracting a small creak from the rope securing your ankle to the bedframe. Turns out its tighter than you thought it was, or maybe you just havent noticed until now. The motion does bring your foot a whopping half inch away from his fingers, which is just about useless. And now he can see exactly how annoyingly ticklish you are. Could you play off your reaction as just being a coincidentally timed muscle spasm? Even as you consider the option you discard it. There is no way he would ever believe that, and even if he did youre almost certain hed try again just to be sure.
Well done, Egbert. You shoot him a grin, shifting slightly to let your leg relax again. All right, how about this. Please dont think its going to be easy for you. Of course, you know as well as he probably does by now that his newfound discovery is going to make it very easy. But it just wouldnt do to let him win that easily.
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John: Kinda lose focus for a moment
You can't help but laugh when she mentions the mind control. "Um, pretty sure it's been well established that you can't mind control humans! If you could, you would have just used it on me when we were playing the game! Nice try, though..." You smirk, carefully observing her reactions to your leading touches. Her foot twitches quite visibly and that alone is immensely satisfying. Okay, it wasn't much to work with, but you were determined to cherish these small victories when you had barely made any progress so far.
Vriska's willpower was admirable, especially with how she continues to taunt you. Another twist of your demand causes you to shake your head and chuckle a bit roughly. You were definitely nearing the edge. You wanted her too badly to keep playing games that were satisfying neither of you. Well, you don't reallyknowthat she's not getting any satisfaction from this. Now that you think about it, she probably is. You have her tied up and completely at your mercy but she's still playing you like a fiddle. She's completely aware that at this rate you'll give in and she'll win.
You contemplate your next move while scanning her body for more potential weak points. Naturally you hesitate at certain alluring spots and it takes everything you've got not to start ravaging them for your own, selfish desires. It's not until you reach her eyes and you see that glint of deviousness. It's no longer taunting like it was a moment ago. Now, you can't help but just be entranced. The seven-pupil eye reminds you of her unique hold over you, without any assistance of mind-control. There's something else in her eyes now, though. Something that attracts you more than when you looked into them your first day on the meteor. You knew it sounded cheesy when you thought over it in your mind but there was no hiding from the truth. It was love, and suddenly you felt as if you hadn't seen her in years. An overwhelming urge washes over you, and you throw yourself on top of her, embracing her tightly. Your erection was pressed between her belly and yours, and still throbbed with anticipation, but right now all you wanted to do was hold her, at least for a little while.
You smush your face into her neck, nuzzling with all your might while breathing in her wonderful scent. Moments later you realize your sudden change of pace might be a bit confusing, and you pull away to get another good look in her eyes. You had even forgot that she was tied up and couldn't really do anything about your sudden presence on top of her. "...Sorry, I just... I don't know. It's hard to explain, but it's like I just remembered just how fucking much I love you, Vriska..."
You reach out to caress her cheek with your palm before leaning in to give her that long, passionate kiss you had been dying to give her for what now felt like forever. Nothing else could ever possibly taste this sweet, you knew that for sure. After a good while you part her perfectly soft lips with a bit of regret that lasts only as long as it takes for you to remember you can just kiss her again in a moment. Your hands quickly undo the ties, setting her free with a new hungry look in your gaze.
"What do you say we ditch this little game and just fuck until we pass out...?" You add with a mischievous grin.
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Vriska: Screw it and fuck until you pass out
You grin right back at him as he easily calls your bluff, having expected no less from the kid. But, of course, that only meant hed just have to try harder to figure something out. Your eyes trail his movements carefully, taking note of every inch he shifts. After a couple seconds your eyes lock with his, and even though you dont let even a little of that smug smirk slip away from your expression, it doesnt quite hold the same playful malice it had a few minutes ago.
Before you realize it theres suddenly a John on top of you, enveloping you tightly in the human warmth you love so much. You start to shift to return the hug -- oh wait, you cant, because you were the one whod had the dumb rope idea in the first place. So you just kind of...sit there and let him hug you, you guess, since there isnt all that much you can do besides that. But you suppose there are worse things you could have happening to you, right? When he leans in to kiss you you expect him to just give you half a kiss, like hes been doing for what feels like ages now. By now youve given up trying to steal a real kiss, so youre prepared to be disappointed yet again. But then he actually does kiss you, and youll be damned if it isnt the best thing youve felt in hours.
There are very few things that actually give you the motivation to move when youre tucked comfortably into your human matesprits arms, but you seem to have found one of them. As soon as the ties disappear from your limbs your arms immediately wrap tightly around him, pulling him closer with a strength you didnt even quite know you had. Hugging had never quite been one of your top priorities, but now it seemed like hugging is all you want to do. Apparently its a side effect of not being able to hug. Or maybe you just really, really like him. Or both. His idea sounds nothing short of perfect. And thats exactly what you tell him.
several hours later
Youre asleep...or at least you think you are. Maybe youre somewhere in between being awake and being asleep. You dimly feel the warmth of the body youre curled against, but youre pretty sure youre still sleeping. After a minute you shake away your cloud of drowsiness and tilt your head back to look up at John. He seems to still be sleeping, so youre careful not to disturb him as you slip out from under the bed covers and stand up to stretch. You arent sure what time it is, but then again, time really wasnt that much of an issue in space.
A quick glance at the clock shows that its actually still far too early in the morning to consider getting up. Your options are fairly few: you can get back into bed and go back to sleep, or you can get dressed and do something...early-morning-y. It isnt even much of a choice at all - return to the comfortable warmth of the bed or risk actually seeing people?
Barely fifteen seconds later youve already burrowed back into the blankets like youd never left, fitting yourself against Johns side just as you had been before. Hopefully the movement wouldnt wake him - not that you would complain if it did. Sleepy John was always at least a little adorable.
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Dave: Complete your magnum opus
Your name is Dave "True OG" Strider, and you're putting the finishing touches in place. What was once a bleak, empty storeroom was now home to one of the greatest creations in the history of mankind, trollkind, or even mayorkind. With one careful and final placement of a well-balanced can of Tab, you complete the largest skyscraper in Cantropolis. It towers over all of the other buildings majestically and if it weren't for your God-tier powers of flight it may never have seen the light of day. You land upon the floor so you can look upward.
For one moment you remove your sunglasses to behold the glory of the city without hindrance. Within moments a staticy voice speaks out from near your wrist.
"Dave! Come in, Dave! Are you there? This is Karkat. Over!"
You raise your wrist but not even for a second do you turn your eyes away from the magnificence before you. "How many times do I have to tell you, you don't have to say who it is, and you don't have to say 'over'. This isn't fucking Top Gun.
Oh how I wish this was Top Gun..."
"Oh my lord, don't even fucking start with the naked male human ball bouncing bonding ritual bullshit occasionally surrounded by winged metallic flight devices! This is more important so just listen for a second!" Karkat shouts back, surprising no one.
"No man you don't understand. Nothing is more important than this. Get to Cantropolis right now."
"What!? Why, what happened!? Fuck, nevermind. I'm coming! Stay there!"
You lower your wrist as you continue to gaze upon the culmination of years worth of work. It's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen and...
And it's completely pointless.
"aaaaa...." You begin, quietly, as the realization hits you. "-aaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
With a swift punch, you drive your fist into the base of the canscraper and the pink tower begins to topple like a house of cards. The collateral damage alone is immense, cans bouncing into other buildings and knocking them over as well. You don't let it end there, however. You stomp through the impressive aluminum city like a blonde Godzilla, wrecking everything in your path. The Mayor looks completely shocked at first, frozen in his confusion, until he decides to follow suit. Now the both of you are dismantling all of your hard work.
Karkat enters to find nearly the entire city in shambles, and it was all he could do to not let his jaw hit the floor. Quickly, he rushes over to you and grabs your arm just before you destroy city hall.
"Dave! What the fuck!?"
"What have I been doing, man!? What have I been doing with my life?! Fuck cans! Fuck Sburb! Fuck everything!" You shout back, not even sure you care for an answer.
"Dave, snap out of it!" Karkat growls, giving you a swift slap across the face. He proceeds to find your sunglasses upon the floor and holds them out to you while shaking his head. You grasp them and place them back over your eyes before taking a deep breath.
"Thanks... I think it just all started to get to me. I can't take this fucking rock anymore."
"Trust me, I know exactly what you mean! Bad enough that Terezi has the most grotesque kismesis I could ever imagine! Yet I'm still not sure if it's worse than the sappy shit I hear from John and Vriska! I swear I still don't understand them at all! Maybe I need to just fucking get over it. They're happy and that's what matters, right?"
"Karkat, man, you've really grown up. Glad at least one of us has." You offer a slight smirk.
"Let's grab the mayor and go get some grub. I'm hungrier than an anorexic hoofbeast. We can talk about all this bullshit and bitch all we want then." Karkat shrugs, offering you his hand to get up from the position you stumbled into. There's still the occasional crashing sound as the Mayor continues the spree of destruction but as you wave him down he hops over without delay.
"Sounds great. Just as long as it's not actual grubs like last time..." You reply, dusting yourself off a bit.
"Uh, what the fuck is that supposed to mean? Of course it's grubs. I said grub. What else could that possibly imply!?"
"Nevermind..."
John: Awake to the most beautiful sight imaginable
Your eyes crack open to a vision of pure beauty. Vriska is there beside you, her hair messy in the most attractive way, and her eyes gazing upon you lovingly. You'd never get tired of seeing such a look right after you get up.
You shift a bit so you can raise a hand to her cheek, giving it a soft caress. "Morning, beautiful. Hope you slept well. I know I did..." You smirk. You always slept well after an evening of passionate love and last night was no exception. A moment later you lean in to offer her a soft but loving kiss, biting a bit at her lip as you pull away.
"Man, is it weird that every time I look at you after waking up I feel like I've been missing you for a year? I wish we didn't even have to sleep. Losing consciousness is totally lame when there's a perfect woman next to you..." You chuckle softly. You've ceased caring how cheesy your words might sound. You always wanted Vriska to know just how much you loved her.
"What time even is it..." You mutter curiously after wrapping your arms around her entirely and cuddling her close. "Ah who cares... Let's stay like this a bit longer, yeah?"