sorry not sorry // for intenderembassy

[onlyistheirshow]

[ 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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[intenderembassy]

[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.]

[onlyistheirshow]

[ 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. ]

[intenderembassy]

[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)]

[onlyistheirshow]

[ 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) ]

[intenderembassy]

[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)]

[onlyistheirshow]

[ 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...

[intenderembassy]

[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?

[onlyistheirshow]

[ 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...

[intenderembassy]

[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.]