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[entropied]

[When you're dead and set to spend the rest of eternity in a dreambubble, there is a lot of downtime, which might explain why the Handmaid is pouring tea for the Psiioniic right now. Scratch taught her a lot of things like this, things that she never used or paid attention to, much to his chagrin. Generally, that meant that she wouldn't be doing this at all, just out of principle, but none of that really seems to matter anymore. And anyway, the Psiioniic was probably the one to ask for tea in the first place. She settles down next to him, handing him a mug.]

There.

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[entropied]

[She shifts, pressing her back against his chest and letting out a quiet, pleased sound. Then she turns to kiss him on the cheek. Is he okay with... maybe making out again...]

[auxiliary]

[Yes. Yes he totally is okay with making out again.]

[entropied]

[Oh okay good. She is so bad at this. She reaches up to turn his head toward her and kiss him again, and this time, she's not quite as hesitant. The angle is a little awkward, but she is totally 0kay with this.]

[auxiliary]

[Awkward angles are honestly the least of his concerns. Right now, his focus is more on keeping the kiss going, and contently keeping his hands on her thighs. ]

[entropied]

[She turns just a bit, enough to make things easier but not so much that he has to let go of her. She slips one arm around him, teeth scraping against his lower lip softly.]

[auxiliary]

[He grins into the kiss, just slightly, and licks against her lip teasingly when he has the chance to. It's not like she has to keep facing the wrong way. She could sit on his lap too...]

[entropied]

[She didn't want to push it too far again, but when he licks her lip she shivers and turns to pull herself into his lap anyway. She wraps her arms around him properly now, deepening the kiss.]

[auxiliary]

[His hands don't leave her front, however, settling on her stomach and slowly rising up... Boobs are his goal, here.]

[entropied]

[That is a good goal! She presses forward a little, tightening her grip on that back of his shirt. Go for it, bro.]

i cant even take this seriously anymore

[auxiliary]

[And slowly... slowly... Boob-groping has been achieved. He is no longer a boob-virgin.]

i never take smut threads seriously also omg that icon

[entropied]

[And she is no longer a being groped virgin! She breaks the kiss, still flushed.]

Are you... sure this is okay?

my favorite icon

[auxiliary]

Yeah. I'm sure...

[Although now he's like "holy shit, my hands are on a girl's boobs."]

omg it's beautiful

[entropied]

[The first time either of them have gotten past first base and they're about a billion sweeps old. So cool.

BUT OKAY GOOD, he is all for this! So now what? She lets her hands slide down to his hips as she considers this. She can't take his shirt off, so should she... Take her dress off? No one has ever explained this to her!!!!]

[auxiliary]

[HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO EITHER!!

Except... well, the buttons on her dress are right there. So that's... easier than his weird spandex bodysuit...]

[entropied]

[Yes he should go for that! She's too afraid to even attempt his weird bodysuit after he got all self-conscious about his scars. Maybe she should... Hint? She'll just undo the first button.]

[auxiliary]

[Maybe he'll... reach up to undo the rest, then...]

[entropied]

[Good! And she'll lean in to kiss him again.]

[auxiliary]

[He gets about six buttons down, before it reaches above her navel. He touches the two pieces of fabric, ready to just... slide it off her shoulders, but pauses to return the kiss.]

[entropied]

[She hesitates for a second, tightening her grip on his hips. The idea of taking her dress off in front of him is... Suddenly kind of terrifying, but after a moment or so she finally forces herself to shrug it off.]

[auxiliary]

[He, cautiously, leans toward her shoulder and places a kiss there.]

You're lovely.

[entropied]

[She has no idea how to respond to that, other than by turning bright red. She shifts in place a little, fighting the urge to cross her arms over her chest.]

...Thank you.

[auxiliary]

You detherve it.

[He kisses a little further down, her collar.]

[entropied]

[No, she doesn't. But instead of saying so, she just buries her face in his hair and tries to pretend that she does.]

[auxiliary]

[And then his mouth moves a little lower, to kiss her breast...]

[entropied]

[Oh, wow, that feels nicer than she'd expected it to. She shivers in response, biting her lip as she tightens her grip on him.]