(it was a bit silly to say that, but the thought was more it's something relaxed. love is a maybe about the way they felt, about how cellinia feels. she knows she's attracted, she knows there's something special. something. comfortable, sex is always going to be a part of the things that the house pushes about. however....nothing says that they had to do things the way the house wants. intimacy is intimacy, while some may judge for them refraining from simply detaching and using others like pieces of meat that isn't cellinia. eventually someone can get attached, perhaps that time in the dome had only kickstarted the inevitable after she had been shot by cupid.
selfishness is only a part of it, her hand rests against irene's chest when she comes up. the kiss is given easily, a soft sigh slips out from her lips as if in relief again from something as simple as a kiss. they didn't need to make this more complicated. nothing more than a desire for the little things, maybe she wants to wake up in bed with her for now on. maybe she even wants to do something as simple as kiss her awake while shaking off being tired and groggy during the mornings, maybe even something as simple as touching her awake with a hand slipping downwards if permitted to do such a thing during more amorous mornings. she'd even have allowed the same.
something close to domesticity, even if it wouldn't truly be the same between the suit marks and their surroundings. she doesn't move away, she doesn't even seem to mind it when cellinia gets pulled down against irene. their heartbeats mingle, it puts her more at ease. the longer they kiss, the more it feels realer.
she's back, here.
this isn't anything close to a home, but it's easier to say that home is in another person. that it feels empty without her presence in a way that caused her to think throughout the month without seeing irene. she couldn't help it. a part of her was more relieved she didn't find her statue during that unfortunate passage of time. that everything hadn't been worse from cellinia seeing that sight. if only because the wolf knew not what she might do. she might have even been feeling far worse during their reunion, the emotions might have caused her to desire to break character.
but who can blame her? she doesn't get feelings like these unless it's someone special.)
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selfishness is only a part of it, her hand rests against irene's chest when she comes up. the kiss is given easily, a soft sigh slips out from her lips as if in relief again from something as simple as a kiss. they didn't need to make this more complicated. nothing more than a desire for the little things, maybe she wants to wake up in bed with her for now on. maybe she even wants to do something as simple as kiss her awake while shaking off being tired and groggy during the mornings, maybe even something as simple as touching her awake with a hand slipping downwards if permitted to do such a thing during more amorous mornings. she'd even have allowed the same.
something close to domesticity, even if it wouldn't truly be the same between the suit marks and their surroundings. she doesn't move away, she doesn't even seem to mind it when cellinia gets pulled down against irene. their heartbeats mingle, it puts her more at ease. the longer they kiss, the more it feels realer.
she's back, here.
this isn't anything close to a home, but it's easier to say that home is in another person. that it feels empty without her presence in a way that caused her to think throughout the month without seeing irene. she couldn't help it. a part of her was more relieved she didn't find her statue during that unfortunate passage of time. that everything hadn't been worse from cellinia seeing that sight. if only because the wolf knew not what she might do. she might have even been feeling far worse during their reunion, the emotions might have caused her to desire to break character.
but who can blame her? she doesn't get feelings like these unless it's someone special.)