[ terezi's inexperience with human customs, like sexuality and calling things gay, flies right over venus's head. at least partially because she's busy focusing on the girl in front of her; pressing against her, and taking in her black lips and grey skin and sharp teeth, and laughing gently as terezi makes little trills. it's nice. this is nice. it's not quite the mystical moment of realization at camp - not for her, at least - but it feels good, and right, and she wants to let terezi feel what she's feeling too.
the fingers against terezi's belly catch, sinking into soft flesh with all the resistance of pudding. she brings another hand up, stroking at the crevice with both hands. ]
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[ terezi's inexperience with human customs, like sexuality and calling things gay, flies right over venus's head. at least partially because she's busy focusing on the girl in front of her; pressing against her, and taking in her black lips and grey skin and sharp teeth, and laughing gently as terezi makes little trills. it's nice. this is nice. it's not quite the mystical moment of realization at camp - not for her, at least - but it feels good, and right, and she wants to let terezi feel what she's feeling too.
the fingers against terezi's belly catch, sinking into soft flesh with all the resistance of pudding. she brings another hand up, stroking at the crevice with both hands. ]
May I...?