#pluetonic

🧪️ — letting go of rubedo's hand, sucrose began removing her cape, shrugging it off her shoulders and folding it neatly on a nearby stone. she toed off her shoes and began unclasping the ribbons of her garter belt, propping one foot up on the rocks in order to carefully slip her stockings down her legs, folding those as well in order to set them aside. her romper came next, unlacing the garment so she could shimmy it down her hips, stepping out and adding it to the perfect pile of shed clothing. lastly, vixen hooked her thumbs in her panties, and in just a few moments she was standing bare before the other alchemist. a shiver passed through her at the minute change in temperature, giving way to a wave of goosebumps as her nipples hardened under rue's gaze. her whole body felt like static.

❝ since it's just the two of us, i figured we could take a nice little break, ❞ murmured sucrose, tail flicking back and forth as she eyed the steaming water. ❝ i'm aware that hot springs can often be teeming with waterborne pathogens, but plenty of people indulge in them, so i'm sure we'll be fine — just don't drink any of it. ❞ turning from him, sucrose experimentally dipped one foot into the water, letting out a little whimper as another shiver wracked her body. it was so warm, much warmer than the air around them, and sucrose quickly slipped down into the pools, finding a decent rock to sit on. water clung to her breasts where they still crested the surface, rivulets running down her skin as she leaned back against the edge of the spring. vulpine ears relaxed significantly, and her honey-gold eyes fell shut, as if nothing else existed around her.