[ Sweaty and glowy and happy, Clara only hums in response with a satisfied smile. She's a post-sex nuzzler, breathing Red in as her heart stops slamming and her lungs stop burning. She loves this part, when they're both soft and satiated. She does finally find her words and speaks them against Red's shoulder. ]
Here I am. When I get to the last of the petals, should I save it for this?
[ She grins, happier in this moment than she has been in days. Anytime she's with Red is like a balm that reminds Clara not everything about this place is bad. ]
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Here I am. When I get to the last of the petals, should I save it for this?
[ She grins, happier in this moment than she has been in days. Anytime she's with Red is like a balm that reminds Clara not everything about this place is bad. ]