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[stormandwind]

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[stormandwind]

[She pulls back enough to grin at him.]

Enthusiastically, generally. You're less inhibited than I am. It's very gratifying.

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[sonofafish]

I don't see any need to be inhibited with you. It is only the two of us. I feel as I feel.

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[stormandwind]

I'm glad. I have more practice hiding things than showing them, but you do help with that.

[Her smile softens and she leans in for an affectionate kiss, sliding fingers down along his side to his hip.]

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[sonofafish]

[He mirrors her, running his hand from her hip up her side.]

I am also practiced in hiding things, remember.

[He wonders, sometimes, if she forgets. He comes very, very close to forgetting, now and then.]

It can be un-practiced. It's fun.

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[stormandwind]

Even once you'd told me you weren't human, you weren't ready for most people to see what you looked like without your perception filter. I don't forget that it took time and courage to share that.

[She rests her cheek against his, then grins.]

I can manage fun.

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[sonofafish]

[His cheek rubs against hers, like a cat rubbing off its scent. Although his scent is a bit fishier.]

Give it a try, then. Say: just how you feel.

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[stormandwind]

[She takes a slow, deep breath before trying. Words are harder than actions when it comes to feelings.]

I complained about those plants in December, but I'm grateful for one of them in particular. I'm very fond of you.

...And I enjoy you kissing and touching me, too. Since you've said you're good with your hands, I'd like you to make use of them right now. Anywhere you want to. [There are any number of good answers to this request.]

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[sonofafish]

[He grins at her wolfishly. And boyishly. His hands wander up her sides to her breasts. Space lobsters don't have breasts. He cups hers; runs his thumb over her nipple. Watches the reaction of her flesh with interest.]

You curve in the most delightful places.