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They seriously have someone checking your bed at sunrise every morning? Ho-ly shit. They're thorough - I'll give them that. ( Her lips twitch to the side in amusement even as she sends text for some basic directions - she does have a little flat for herself given her own role. )

So you're saying this is a Cinderella situation then? Gotta get you back in your own bed by sunrise.

Edited 2023-10-16 02:38 (UTC)

I feel like in my own personal version of the Middle Ages.

[ When she has the text, she gets up and creeps to the door, hiking up her long skirt and peeking out. Then, because Red is worth it, she plucks one of the rose petals so that she's invisible. ]

At least I have until sunrise, Cinderella didn't even have time to get the guy's name. I'll be there soon, and I'll be invisible for the first half-hour, just so you know.

[ And so she is, once she arrives at Red's and knocks softly. ]

( Red will keep that in mind when she hears the knock - she can't actually see her, which is a damn shame, but she'll be here. She doesn't need to see her to enjoy her presence. She steps over to the door, opening it, and then releasing a breath despite herself. )

Damn. Thirty minutes, right?

( She takes a step back though to let Clara in. There's still all of her other senses that work though - the smell of Clara, the sound of her steps and her heart beating and her voice in person, her touch - Red reaches out instinctively to where she thinks she might be, hand brushing over her wrist. )

[ Clara laughs softly and steps closer, all the way inside after Red touches her wrist. ]

Thirty minutes. That's not so bad right?

[ She lets an arm slip around Red's waist before leaning in and brushing her lips across the corner of her cheek. ]

There's lots we can do for thirty minutes.

Y'know, I had - uh, first been disappointed I couldn't see your incredibly beautiful face, ( There's a sharp intake of breath as Clara brushes her lips against her cheek like that, and it's a feeling that heats her all through her body - her hand trails from Clara's wrist up the length of her arm ) but I'm now thinking about all of those things we could do that don't need sight at all.

( Her fingers grip hold of the fabric of Clara's clothing, and she pulls her in a bit. )

Kiss me again, oh holy one.

[ Clara's laugh is low and rich against Red's ear, letting herself be tugged, and then finds her mouth for a deeper kiss. Tongue swiping against her bottom lip, she lets herself melt closer, content to be here and nowhere else. For a brief moment, she does pull back enough to speak, lips brushing Red's cheek. ]

I'm happy to prove the virgin part of this situation is a complete and total lie.

[ There's something thrilling about knowing Red can't see her reaction, but Clara can see everything. Her fingers glide their way down her side, and then slip their way under the hem of her shirt, pausing and waiting for permission. ]

Or I have a deck of cards, brand new in the package.

( Red's fingers remain gripping hold of Clara by the fabric of whatever she's wearing - she is not letting go any time soon. She cannot see her, but she can feel her, and she feels warm. She can hear her breath and heart beat quicken, and it ignites her in turn. )

Oh, no. I'm gonna need to see this proof.

( She tugs her further inside, but she cannot anticipate where Clara might touch next, might kiss next. Her smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. )

I promise to keep your secret though - just a little sin on the side, priestess.

[ Letting herself get pulled inside, Clara has to kiss that smile, kissing Red like they haven't been. Just seeing her makes her heart beat faster these days; now it feels like anyone with relatively good hearing could make it out.

Once the door is closed, she ducks her head to kiss the side of Red's neck before murmuring. ]

I trust you with everything, including my virginal status. Now trust me when I say you're gonna want to be on your back for this.

[ It's too bad Red can't see Clara's wicked smile, but she does take the hand at her waist and bring it to her lips, softly kissing the inside of her wrist, then takes her hand, intending to let herself be guided, equally content to not be let go of. ]

( The room that she is currently renting is not very large, which means it does not take long to enter the bedroom area - it mostly consists of a very large bed, and she tilts her head to the side with an alluring smile. She has no idea what expression Clara currently has on her face. )

Yes, ma'm. ( But with more than a hint of intrigue to the tone of her voice. ) I trust you implicitly.

( She will tug her in by the hand to the bed to promptly follow her directions by lying back on it and pulling Clara with her on to the mattress, regardless of how tangled they'll get when they're there. )

[ There's a moment when Clara is letting herself fall over Red, and her laugh fills the air just above her, right before a kiss that's curved into a smile. ]

There's a knot, right...[ she guides Red's hand to a sash that's tied at her waist. ]...here. Undo it for me? All this fabric is getting in the way.

[ There's a certain humor in knowing she's being undressed and yet isn't visible in any way, a bonus tease. Once the robe falls away from her, it'll become clear that it's as ornate as this place could manage, fitting enough for a virgin priestess. Her hands aren't idle, working on pushing Red's shirt up, with the goal of getting it off and tossed somewhere over the edge of the bed. ]

( Red lets out a little laugh too as Clara leads her hands to the sash, and she bites down on her lip, letting out a soft little sound - both affectionate and something else: heated. Her hands experience what her eyes cannot, constantly moving over Clara's body as she frees her from the knot, frees her from the virgin robes entirely. )

You're having way too much fun with this, huh? ( This is said even as she eagerly aids Clara in removing her own shirt. Clothes have never felt so damn restrictive before. She chases after Clara with a kiss, aiming for her mouth as much as she can while she's invisible but there's the warmth of her breath to lead Red. )

You have no idea what I'm going to do next. I'm very much enjoying this, Red.

[ After that kiss, her lips glide down Red's neck in a series of kisses right to the center of her chest, smiling against her skin. Fingers skim along Red's hip, while her mouth finds the soft curve of a breast. She's taking her time, luxuriating in this because she can; all of the time she has with Red isn't being wasted or taken for granted for a single second. When her teeth skim across soft skin, her hand drifts to the inside of a thigh, lightly dragging her fingers along the way. ]

You're fucking beautiful, you know that? All of you, everything, every part.

[ She means it; everything she's seen of Red, every secret she's been allowed to know. All of her comes together to make one beautiful being. ]

...yeah, this is- fuck.

( Red is very much enjoying this too, leaning into each kiss, into the fingers skimming over her body though she has no idea where they will go next. Not really, which makes it all the more attractive to her. Her hands cannot keep themselves from roaming over Clara in turn despite not being able to see her. She can feel the curve of her waist against her palm, feel the length of her back, dip her own hands low along Clara's thigh and then back around. They're going to fuck while Clara's invisible and that's fucking incredible.

Her face is flushed. She's breathless with a little hoarse laugh. That is harder to wrap her head around: feeling beautiful, being beautiful. The way Clara describes it, it's hard not to believe her though with her conviction. )

So are you, sweetheart. I don't have to see you to imagine - striking brown eyes, a smile that could set the whole damn world alight. ( She'll continue whispering praise to her as their bodies tangle on the mattress. )

[ Every single thing about sneaking out has been worth it: using the petal, risking someone catching her without knowing the consequences. She hasn't figured out how to get back into her room, but that's a problem for future Clara.

Current Clara is intent on an orgasm count in the high numbers because no one has ever accused her of not being thorough. She doesn't even realize it when she becomes visible again, too distracted, flushed, and breathless to keep track of the time. She could sink into Red forever, never leave this perfect bubble of them, when it means unlimited happiness, right there in her arms. ]

( Red loses count of how many orgasms have been had. She does catch the moment Clara becomes visible again, but it's a moment when words fail her. She is too intent with making certain Clara is as deeply and thoroughly fucked as Red is, and it's somewhere in the near future when they're both too tired to fuck any more that Red collapses beside her, sweaty and naked and... happy.

Being happy can be scary. There's always that potential for happiness to break, to be lost. She's not thinking of that though. She only smiles over at Clara with an arm wrapped loosely around her as they tangle in the bed sheets. )

...there you are.

[ 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. ]

Yeah, you should. ( Her voice is a lazy, raspy thing at the moment - arms wrapped around Clara loosely as she smiles at her. It's near fucking criminal how happy she feels right here especially because deep down she knows-

It won't last. They're not supposed to stay here (and they talked about making the most of the time they have cause no one ever knows what tomorrow will bring, and she intends to do that), but gods, she wants to stay here. ) Exceptions being if you're in danger then y'know... please, use those last petals to save yourself.

We can always use a blindfold to recreate the experience.

[ This right here is just about Clara's favorite thing in the world, she's decided. And she doesn't want to go back, doesn't want to acknowledge this is anywhere that's totally fucked. ]

Alright then, deal. If I'm in danger...but it's gonna be a tough choice.

[ She's teasing and grins; blindfolds work. Leaning in, she presses a kiss to Red's shoulder, then her neck, then her lips before murmuring softly. ]

Too bad we don't have an alarm clock. I wanna stay, but I can't oversleep.

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