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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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we can probably wrap this one up in a couple tags!