[ there's a long pause as she considers that, mostly because she's-- baffled, by the situation, how'd she even get here? and by glory's forwardness... but if she's here she must have wanted to be...?
she nods, a little, cheeks still warm. ]
Like I said, I don't-- think I've ever... done this. I'd be willing to try, though, if that's okay with you...?
I haven't really done it with women that much either. And I don't usually do it with strangers. But if either of us aren't enjoying it, we can just stop.
[She reaches out to touch Cy's face with her hand.
[She is probably going to have a very interesting experience, then, because without hesitation Glory feels up a horn, running her thumb across the base of it, and her fingers up and over it with light pressure.]
She shivers, confused, suddenly more than aware of the new additions. They're smooth under glory's touch, and look almost new; maybe bone? either way, cy is apparently capable of feeling it.
also swapping corruptions since we're getting into this now; no spade tail, but a short little white tail instead that seems maybe covered in wool? and some floppy little lamb ears, barely visible under her hair.
She definitely seems a little embarrassed by the touching, because she holds her hand out, hovering, towards Glory. ]
[ She gasps, face burning bright even as she shifts a little forward; even with her clothes on she's not used to that sort of touch, even something so small as that lancing up her spine like electricity.
It derails her, for a moment, as she settles in that much closer, before she remembers herself; her one hand settles against Glory's arm, almost too carefully, and the other against her thigh to gently drag her fingertips over the scales, feather-light. ]
[ the ears are SO velvety soft, also. not that her hair isn't silky and lovely on its own but those are some good floppy ears.
the kiss is a bit surprising-- she makes a soft noise, and after a moment's hesitation, kisses back, her hand smoothing up a little more firmly along those scales as they curve over her hip. ]
[The scales are a raised texture, and they seem slightly cooler to the touch than her skin, though her skin is very warm right now. Her hips rise slighty under her hand.]
Glory's her hand rubs at the base of her ears as her tongue delves right into her mouth.]
[Glory pulls Cy even further in, so she has to straddle Glory's lap, lifting her in a way she shouldn't really be able to with the one hand on her waist. (It's a lot easier when you can levitate someone.)
Her fingers dig in to her scalp for a moment as she kisses her hard, and her other hand moves around to her lower back and brushes her tail.]
[ She gives another little surprised noise against her at that, curling her other hand against Glory's arm to keep steady and settling heavy and a bit awkward in her lap.
...and honestly, it's already becoming a lot. The harder kiss gets a shudder up her back that that searching hand can feel-- another, too, from the touch against her tail, the stubby thing wagging a bit, sensitive.
She manages-- by some miracle, surely, when she can only rely on instinct to keep up with Glory-- to pull back after some time and suck in a much-needed breath, a faint tremble in her extremities and her eyes a little dazed. ]
[ She squirms, a little; if Glory's fingers delve under the hem of her sweater, the wool seems to go slightly up her lower back as well.
She's still clearly flustered and a clearly a bit out of her depth, but she doesn't pull much away as Glory shifts back, and instead subtly leans back in towards her warmth. ]
Yes--?
[ it's said like a question but almost for sure is Not at all in question. ]
[ she shivers, arching under that touch; she leans back just a little to let glory push her sweater up, cheeks flushed.
The skin is shadowed by the clothing, obviously, but she's so pale that two things are immediately noticeable (besides, like, being more toned than one would expect under all those layers). There's the freckles, of course, sparser over the rest of her body than her face, but also the pink and slightly shiny remnants of scars, some old, some new, mostly shallow or superficial but a good handful deep enough to have left some clear damage. ]
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I'm fine. The fire doesn't come up here. It's... atmosphere.
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Oh, is that so...? I'm glad, then.
... did I-- interrupt something?
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[considers]
An invitation...?
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[ pauses. then glances over her again-- her lack of clothing-- and blushes deeper, her eyes instantly zipping back up to Glory's face. ]
Oh-- I--
Forgive me, if I've gotten the wrong idea but I've never actually...
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[a beat]
Do you want to?
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she nods, a little, cheeks still warm. ]
Like I said, I don't-- think I've ever... done this. I'd be willing to try, though, if that's okay with you...?
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[She reaches out to touch Cy's face with her hand.
and then slowly slides it up towards her horns]
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[ she flinches very slightly, before leaning eagerly into the touch, seemingly surprised by her own reaction.
She pauses when glory's hand goes up though, like ???
The horns are... rounded, not very sharp, and just far enough back that Cy can't see then at all.
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She shivers, confused, suddenly more than aware of the new additions. They're smooth under glory's touch, and look almost new; maybe bone? either way, cy is apparently capable of feeling it.
also swapping corruptions since we're getting into this now; no spade tail, but a short little white tail instead that seems maybe covered in wool? and some floppy little lamb ears, barely visible under her hair.
She definitely seems a little embarrassed by the touching, because she holds her hand out, hovering, towards Glory. ]
Can I...?
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[She doesn't stop touching Cy's horn, but her other hand goes to Cy's waist, drawing her a bit closer]
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It derails her, for a moment, as she settles in that much closer, before she remembers herself; her one hand settles against Glory's arm, almost too carefully, and the other against her thigh to gently drag her fingertips over the scales, feather-light. ]
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[Glory shifts into her touch, cards her fingers into her hair around her horns and the base of her lamb ears, and leans in to kiss her.]
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the kiss is a bit surprising-- she makes a soft noise, and after a moment's hesitation, kisses back, her hand smoothing up a little more firmly along those scales as they curve over her hip. ]
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Glory's her hand rubs at the base of her ears as her tongue delves right into her mouth.]
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She sinks forward against her, though, her fingers digging lightly into her scaled hips for some sort of support. ]
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Her fingers dig in to her scalp for a moment as she kisses her hard, and her other hand moves around to her lower back and brushes her tail.]
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...and honestly, it's already becoming a lot. The harder kiss gets a shudder up her back that that searching hand can feel-- another, too, from the touch against her tail, the stubby thing wagging a bit, sensitive.
She manages-- by some miracle, surely, when she can only rely on instinct to keep up with Glory-- to pull back after some time and suck in a much-needed breath, a faint tremble in her extremities and her eyes a little dazed. ]
O-oh--
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...Enjoying yourself so far...?
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She's still clearly flustered and a clearly a bit out of her depth, but she doesn't pull much away as Glory shifts back, and instead subtly leans back in towards her warmth. ]
Yes--?
[ it's said like a question but almost for sure is Not at all in question. ]
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Then we'll keep going.
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The skin is shadowed by the clothing, obviously, but she's so pale that two things are immediately noticeable (besides, like, being more toned than one would expect under all those layers). There's the freckles, of course, sparser over the rest of her body than her face, but also the pink and slightly shiny remnants of scars, some old, some new, mostly shallow or superficial but a good handful deep enough to have left some clear damage. ]