#windsong

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ SENTINEL

Sentinel's breathing is louder than usual, her jaw clenched tight as she crosses the room with short, quick strides.

"Mon cher..." She rasps, tossing her rifle aside before she grabs at your shoulders. Sentinel pins you back against the wall, mashing your lips together with a muffled groan. Her hand comes up behind your head, her tongue delving into your mouth.

Sentinel pulls back with a harsh grunt, her chest heaving with each intake of breath. Her eyes are wild while she fixes them onto your face, loosening her grip on your hair as she presses your forehead against yours.

"I've been thinking of you all day." She whispers, letting out a surrendering breath. She retreats for an inch, slowly dropping down to her knees. Her eyes flutter for a moment while she lets your fingers card through her locks of hair, gazing up at you while you do so.

"Allow me please you tonight." Sentinel insists.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀MARSHA

You're looking over the map sprawled across the spacious table, rubbing your eyes with your thumb and forefinger. You hardly register the sound of the tent flap rustling when Marsha's footsteps sound behind you, the action of her bulky arms wrapping around your waist suddenly snapping you awake.

Marsha grins and rests her chin on your shoulder. "Sorry for scaring you." She begins, voice light at first. "...Can I have you?" She requests, her voice lowering with intent.

At your approval, she boldly shifts her forearms and runs her palms along the sides of your waist. Her head lifts to bring attention to your neck, peppering your skin with soft kisses. Her hand trails beneath your shirt, fingers spreading out as a shiver travels through your spine at the contact.

Marsha steps forward, your hip pressing against the edge of the table. The sudden imbalance causes you to lean forward, prompting your hands to plant firmly on the rough surface. Marsha ceases for a moment, her chest pressing against your back.

"Hold still for me, alright?" She demands, slipping one hand out of your clothing to cover one of yours on the table whilst the other remains on your stomach, gradually traveling lower.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀BRUME

Brume swings the door to the rear end of the car, watching you step inside with a silent swallow. With every ounce of courage she has left in her, she dives in with you and slams the door behind her. You shift to lay on your back against the seats while Brume crawls on top of you, panting softly.

"I apologize!" Brume stutters. "This is rather inappropriate, I should-" She blurts, but her words cut short as you interrupt her with your lips. Brume emits a soft whimper, pressing you further against the seats with her hands framing your face.

Her kisses become sloppy, her fingers twitching with the restraint of holding you too hard. She briefly pulls back from each kiss for a breath just to dive back in, your teeth just narrowly clashing with hers.

A frustrated groan leaves Brume's throat, forcing herself to snap her head back from the heated kisses to straighten herself. She impatiently tosses her jacket aside, moving to straddle one of your legs.

"You've been teasing me all day..." Brume’s cheeks are fainly flushed from the boldness of her own actions, yet she has no intention of backing out. She leans her head down once more, pressing a trail of kisses down to your chest while her thighs tighten around your leg.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀PAPER HERON

The sun hadn't risen, yet Paper Heron's sigh sounds from beside you before she unexpectedly rolls on top of you wih languid grace. You blink up at her while she presses tender kisses to your face.

"Couldn't sit still." Heron admits once she pulls herself away, instead pressing her face into your neck with a hoarse grumble. "I've been up for hours." She bites at your skin gently, a pleased hum leaving her throat as your hands grasping at her shoulders. Heron rolls her hips, groaning quietly while she presses her body flush with yours.

She releases her teeth from your neck to glance at the hickey she made on your neck, a slack-jawed look written all over her face rather than her usual smug grin.

The expression on her face looked almost foreign. Yet, without having the time to register Heron's face, you were suddenly flipped onto your stomach.

Heron pins you down on the mattress with her body weight, kissing your neck before straightening up. "Let's get this over with, eh?" She rasps, her hands traveling toward your hips to lift them up.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀VILA

Vila returns home, yet instead of a warm greeting like you've expected, she seizes one of your wrists and drags you toward the bedroom.

Upon entry, Vila takes no time into initiating a kiss. She slams the door with her foot, holding still for just another moment before deciding to pull away. Vila's pupils are blown wide as she gazes at you with an apologetic stare. "I apologize, I'm aware it's late, but..." She begins, but for once, she finds herself at loss for words.

Instead, Vila guides you backward until the back of your knees come into contact with the edge of the bed. You fall back onto the mattress, with Vila crawling on top of you. She kisses you again, softer. She takes her time, flicking her tongue against your lips timidly.

You part your lips, allowing for her tongue to delve within the wet cavern of your mouth. Her hand comes up to frame your jaw, moaning into the kiss the more she tastes you.

Vila retreats for a breather, a shaky exhale leaving her lips. While you take the time to catch your own breath, Vila’s lips find your collarbone, making her way downward. You blink and gaze down at Vila, her head now hovering over your stomach. She meets your gaze, smiling wryly before traveling further down.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀WINDSONG

The door to your room abruptly bursts open, with Windsong holding onto the handle for dear life. Her breathing is labored due to her sprinting through Laplace's corridors, chest heaving from the effort. She slowly shuts the door and makes her way over toward you, lifting her head and meeting your eyes.

She grasps your neck and reels you in, kissing you hard. The sudden action catches you off guard, yet you reciprocate her kiss with equal intensity. Windsong pulls away quick as oxygen became a problem, taking slow breaths while lowering her head to rest it against your shoulder.

"I didn't mean to be so sudden." Windsong murmurs, arms looping around you while she keeps her hold tight.

She eventually lifts her head again, but without allowing her to speak, your lips were already slotting with hers. Startled, she makes a sound that becomes swallowed up anyway.

You step forward until Windsong's back meets the wall, pulling back from the kiss to breathe again. You lean your head down to kiss her neck, Windsong's grip tightening on your back just enough to bruise. Her head falls back against the wall, letting out a submitting whimper.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀TOOTH FAIRY

Tooth Fairy parks her car at the side of the road, shutting off the engine. She cranes her head to glance at you, adjusting her braces while she speaks.

"Come here." She commands, and you immediately unbuckle your seat belt. You lift yourself from the passenger seat, now moving to straddle Tooth Fairy's lap. Her gloved palms find your waist, reeling you closer as a means to press your bodies flush with eachother.

"I couldn't wait until we drove back home." Tooth Fairy whispers. She starts with a soft peck to your jaw, then your cheeks.

"I've wanted you all day." She utters and shifts her position, faltering as your hips ground down against hers. "Ah!" The sound slips from Tooth Fairy's lips, a steadying exhale sounding from her afterward.

"I won't last if you tease me like this." She hisses, mashing her lips against yours.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀MOLDIR

Moldir climbs onto the couch and settles on top of you, her head resting on your chest. She glances up at you while her arms loop around your back, embracing you tightly.

"Long day." Moldir did not need to say more. She props herself up with her hands planting on the cushion, your fingers working with the buttons of her uniform. Moldir watches you do so with rapt attention, her mouth agape from the underlying tenderness at the simple action.

She blinks, clearing her throat as you finish with the buttons. She removes her jacket, but was quickly dragged into a kiss initiated by you after the discards the garment.

She melts in an instant. Moldir's eyes flutter shut, a low hum leaving her throat while your fingers tangle in her hair. She tenses when your legs wrap around her waist tightly, prompting her to pull back from the kiss.

Moldir slides her hand up to tilt your head back, exposing your throat. She lowers her head, her teeth grazing your neck carefully. Moldir hums, tilting her head while peppering your skin.

Amidst it all, she whispers, "...May I please you?"