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sorry not sorry // for intenderembassy

[ It's been ten days since she's seen any of the others, besides Black Mist itself. She'd needed to keep herself as relaxed as possible at first, it had told her, and who better to keep her relaxed than Black Mist? Especially when the need for the oil had gotten overwhelming, when Black Mist had started filling bottles with it every few hours when it visited her and she'd be finished with them all and desperate for more by the time it returned.

(it's started to ease off but she still seems to need more than she did before)

(of course you do, it had told her when she'd commented, had rubbed a slick tendril over her stomach and only chuckled when she'd dragged the tendril up to her mouth to suck at it)

As much as she hasn't minded the isolation though - how could she, when Black Mist is giving her things she wants so much? - she's glad, when it says that Chris can come see her.

(she's missed Chris, everything has moved so fast and she feels so different and she--)

(she wanted her sister)

So when Chris finally steps through the door of the room that Black Mist has kept her in, it's to her all but tackling Chris, pushing the door shut so that she can hold her in a tight hug.

(tight enough for her curves to be pressed in tight against Chris)

(a slight curve to her stomach isn't necessarily abnormal, recently, not with the way Black Mist likes to leave them full, but--)

(her breasts are larger, too, enough to have the shirt she's wearing stretched tight across them) ]

Nee-san!

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[ Shifting to lean back against the pillows, Thomasine sets the bottle down so that she can reach up and undo the buttons at the top of her shirt, let Chris see that she's not wearing a bra underneath.

(she's barely even worn clothes at all over the past few days, to be honest)

(she'd wanted to look more put-together for Christina though, even if it means having to struggle out of her clothes now)

(already, she's panting and rocking her hips up, shirt hitching up over the sight curve of her stomach) ]

[She doesn't waste time with it, not now.

Once the heavy coat is off she doesn't even bother with the shirt, or the skirt, she just kicks her shoes away and climbs up to settle over Thomasine on the bed.

(this is what can come easily to her, now, this is what lets her open up the cracks in the walls she can't help but preserve)

(because this makes it so easy to let go)

She leans down and kisses her, tastes the oil still left on her lips and groans.

(even that trace of it is enough)

One hand fumbles with the buttons of her sister's shirt.]

[ Every little touch has Thomasine shifting, moaning, has her pressing up for more.

(the kiss is good, the buttons coming undone and relieving the pressure on her breasts when they're swollen and tender)

(it's good but

she wants

more) ]

A-ah, nee-san... nee-san, I want... I want to taste you. Will you turn around so that you can taste me too...?

[She's used to it, by now, the way Thomasine loses her words once the oil gets to her. Her expressions become more simple.

But she understands, very clearly, and she shivers, and she complies.

She moves away just for a moment (as briefly as possible, because she knows that in that state every second hurts) and turns herself so she can kneel over Thomasine again, settle her head down between her legs and kiss at her clit.

(this is good)

(this lets her mind fog, lets whatever was knotting her stomach drift away)

(now it's just her and Thomasine, her helping Thomasine feel good, helping her relax)]

[ It's enough to have Thomasine moaning immediately, rolling her hips up because she's slick and wet and hot with need and Chris is there but she's not doing enough.

(if Thomasine shows her, what she wants...)

Lifting her hands, she pushes Christina's skirt up and pulls her panties down enough that she can get her face in snugly between Chris's legs, can really go for it. To kiss and suck at Chris's clit, at her inner thighs. To press her tongue up inside her and moan, long and loud against her.

(it tastes so good)

(better than the oil, even if it isn't quite on the same level in terms of the effects it has) ]

[It's so much all at once that she stops, for a moment, knots her fingers into the sheets and lets out a sharp noise of surprise, of pleasure.

(of course there was still a little oil lingering in Thomasine's mouth and now it's all over her, inside her even when Thomasine presses her tongue inside her, and she's burning up so quickly)

She follows Thomasine's example, then, presses her face in and kisses and licks like she's starved for it, drags her tongue over her clit and lets little noises out from the back of her throat.

(she tastes so perfect and she's moaning against Chris and pleasing her so much and)

(she's already lost, lost so much faster than she lets herself be with Black Mist)]

[ They're both acting like they're starved of it, then, Thomasine pressing in like she needs it as much as (more than) the oil. Like there's nothing she wants more than to be tasting Christina this way, to be lapping at her wetness as though that is the liquid that she's been craving so strongly for these past days.

(not that she hasn't craved it, truth be told)

(it wasn't like the need for the oil but she'd wanted Chris, wanted this)

(they both belong to Black Mist, Thomasine especially with the already-heavy

(and practically seeming to get heavier by the moment, with the accelerated speed of things)

weight of her stomach reminding her constantly of what it chose her for)

(but their connection is stronger than anything, stronger than Black Mist)

(Christina is everything) ]

[It's so good to be here, to be together with IV Thomasine again, to be with her in such an uncomplicated way.

She kisses at Thomasine's folds, sucks her clit, and then she bites gently at her inner thighs because she knows that's something she loves, and it's all perfect.

(she whimpers and moans openly at Thomasine's attentions because she's opened herself too far to shut down that quickly)

(she can let herself go, let herself trust her sister)

~~(even with what she's carrying inside her)~~]

[ This is easy, uncomplicated.

(it's easy for Thomasine to forget that she was ever afraid)

(that things were ever different between them)

(that what she's carrying isn't actually Chris's child)

(~~but Chris will be its second mother, not its aunt~~)

(~~because Chris is Thomasine's sister but. more importantly, she is everything to her~~)

She moans her own approval against Christina's folds, kissing and lapping as her own hips jerk up so that if she had a cock she'd be practically fucking Christina's face.

(Chris is making noise, and doing all of this and)

(it's perfect)

(Thomasine is happier than she has ever been) ]

[It's not the same as what Black Mist gives them, certainly. It's not the same overwhelming, animal thing, it doesn't shut her mind down like the filling-up does, doesn't make her lose control of her voice, of her whole body.

But if she had the choice, she would pick this every time. This, with her sister, who she loves. Tasting her and feeling her tongue and feeling the warmth of her body against hers...

(even if she can also feel the bulge in her stomach and know what's there)

That's what she wants. That's what she needs.

(she's so close already, now, she has to pause for breath more often but she can barely bear to stop so it comes in gasps)

(she presses her hips down, squirms against Thomasine's face, it's perfect and she needs it so badly and)

Right now there is no-one else.]

[ Thomasine has less control than Chris, but still enough to know that this is better somehow.

(as much as she craves the tendrils, the fullness, if she had to go without one forever she would give up that for this)

(because it's Chris, because it's special)

She can feel Christina squirming above her, can taste her and feel the heat against her mouth as well as the heat of their bodies pressed together and she wants more. Wants to feel and taste when Christina comes, wants to hit climax together with her and know that this is just the two of them.

Spreading Chris's thighs further with her hands, Thomasine moves in more forcefully, sucking hard at her clit. ]

[She's squirming even harder, jerking her hips, gasping and groaning as she drags her tongue over Thomasine and sucks her clit harder and--

And then it gets to be too much, Thomasine's mouth and her skin and her voice, and Chris is coming, digging her fingers into the mattress (and she'd scream her sister's name if she could but she can't stop, either, so she just moans into her and clenches her fists so hard her knuckles go white).

(perfect, it's perfect, it's all that she wants)

(this is all that she wants)

(she is all that she wants)]

[ When Chris comes, when Thomasine feels the way Chris's clit pulses under her tongue and tastes more of that wetness, it doesn't take long for her to follow her off that edge. For Thomasine to come too, moaning and gasping against Chris's folds and rocking her hips up for more, nails digging into Chris's thighs.

(it's good, better than good)

(perfect)

(she needs this)

(maybe from a purely physical point she needs Black Mist more, needs the oil but)

(she needs this more)

(needs her nee-san more) ]

[She comes down from it slowly, picking her head up to lay it on Thomasine's thigh, melting.

After a moment, she pulls herself away and shifts again, so she's lying beside her sister, pressing her face into her neck.

(and she lays a hand on Thomasine's stomach, it seems natural)

She thinks...she thinks she can be happy, like this, for a while. Just resting, together.

(together with someone she loves)]

[ Thomasine lets out a soft, exhausted noise of contentment when she feels Christina shift like that, feels the face pressed into her neck.

(even moreso, when she feels the hand on her stomach)

(this is right, this is how it should be)

(she should be Thomasine and they should have this child together, no matter how that child came to be)

(besides, for all that she wishes she could have, somehow, had Chris's child, that it had been possible and they hadn't been related

doesn't she love Black Mist too?)

(~~not so intently, not so deeply as she loves Chris, but~~)

(~~it has given her so much, for so little~~)

(in this moment though, Black Mist is unimportant) ]

...ne, nee-san...

[She pulls the covers up, just a little, even though they're both still half-dressed and the room is (of course) kept warm.

~~(things like black mist like warm places, don't they?)~~

It seems right, somehow.

She raises her eyes up, blinks them a little sleepily when she hears Thomasine's voice.]

Mm?

[ Thomasine appreciates the covers coming up, even with the clothing and the warmth of the room.

(she gets cold so quickly, ever since Black Mist gave her this)

She presses herself in closer, rests her hand over Christina's on her stomach. ]

Love you...

[Of all the things she hears from Thomasine, that's the best.

She sighs, letting her eyes fall shut.]

I love you too.

[She's not even thinking about Black Mist anymore. Just this. Just her.]

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