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( 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!