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[wingstosee]

[ she's not even sure why she was worried in the first place. of course terezi gets it - she'd told her about multiple partners in the first place, right? and even if this is something different, it's still just as valid. ]

Okay. Good. Because I was sort of worried we'd have to like, call things off? Which would have been awkward.

[ deep breaths, venus. just breathe. ]

I like you a whole lot too.

[ you just said that a moment ago, venus. but that's fine. especially since she follows it up with a kiss, leaning up and pushing herself gently with her wings to meet terezi's lips. this time she's a little more ambitious; the hand at terezi's cheek traces a line around the neck of her shirt, and her other hand dips under the bottom hem, fingertips running gently across the grey skin at her waist. ]

[iustitia]

Hahaha. That's gay.

[terezi you don't even know what that means

It's not a perfect kiss by any stretch of the imagination -- there's too much teeth and tongue and she accidentally bumps their noses together trying to meet Venus halfway before she angles her face the right way -- but it's pretty alright in her book. A solid 5/7 with grub lice. Would recommend.

Now she's the one who's on the receiving end of those disarmingly nice touches. A little trill escapes her when fingers brush against her abdomen. It would normally be embarrassing to be so caught off guard, so vulnerable -- but why should she be? Isn't this what it's all been for? To be open and free, honest with herself and others? She liked that. It felt good. Being here with Venus, doing this with her -- she's happy in a way that she used to think was impossible for her, whether it was through tangled grief or dissatisfaction with herself or her pan just being the way it was.

But this is fine. It's okay to make some noise. She'll be okay.

It's that thought that hammers it home and makes the abstract real. She'll be okay. What she is now, she can change. She can move forward and heal. It shifts something inside her, tectonic plates moving under the force of that realization. Warmth and acceptance and contentment spreads through those fault lines, ready to come apart under Venus's hands.]

[wingstosee]

Well. Yeah? I'd hope so.

[ 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...?