[her upper lip twitch at the word and she scoffs, giving sharon a long and stony look as if she is calculating something in her mind. and she is, the other girl might sense a very faint repetitive tapping against her temple, like a young woman firing away on a typewriter to publish a very strong letter to someone who has it coming.
and then jinx shifts, launching herself forward to her companion to press her weight hard enough until they both meet the somewhat lumpy mattress. the bluenette looms above her, her expression not showing anger or annoyance, but it's a stern look with no dangerous electricity attach.]
Do I need to take you down a peg, Blonde? Because cute is not what I am, and I'm not afraid to claw you.
[ Something buzzes between them, and her brows knit together with curiosity, concerned she might've said the wrong thing—until Jinx barrels into her and pins her to her back. She gasps, stunned, thoughts vanishing into a tight knot in her throat, suddenly afraid to breathe.
There’s a strange, thrilling tension to it, one she doesn’t hate. She stares up at Jinx for a long moment before she finally props herself up on an elbow, daring. ]
Even a dangerous predator can be cute, Jinx. I never said that’s all you are. [ She lets her head fall back an inch, watching her with a crooked smile. ] Plus, you owe me one, remember?
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[again, this unfamiliar sensation is roaring, and jinx almost forgets to do the basics like blinking and breathing. sharon's words shouldn't be as smooth as silk and as sweet as honey, and yet they are captivating enough that she finds herself sinking into its syllables.
her body seems to move on its own now; it shifts up and positions itself so that all she needs to do is drop down a few more centimeters and she'll be straddling her. but she doesn't, she shouldn't. it'll be a slow death for her if she did, but... maybe jinx had been searching for the grim reaper in all the wrong places. maybe that sneaky bastard had been incognito this whole time, and he'd been waiting for her to find him. her eyes relax at the thought of it, entertaining it as she skates lower to the other—her lips taunting to graze against her right ear.]
Fair. [she coos, her tone dropping down to another octave.] Now or later...?
[ It’s beginning to feel like they’re crossing into dangerous, uncharted territory. Not out of fear, but because she’s genuinely interested. Her skin hums with a low, electric thrill, and when Jinx’s whisper brushes against her ear, a shiver bolts down her spine, betraying her completely.
A joke hovers on the tip of her tongue, an easy out she could use to slice through the tension, but she lets it pass. Instead, she breathes out a single word: ] Now. [ She doesn’t know what she’s agreeing to, or asking for, or even what Jinx is offering. All she knows is that her curiosity has her hooked, and she’s never been one to smother it. ]
[that single word is enough to push jinx to open a door that should stay shut, but she pries it open—lowering herself to place comfortably on sharon's waist. and carefully, her lips inch down to her neck, pressing them tenderly against her skin. there's an energy roaring in her belly to go rougher, to tear into her and make sharon her own, but she refrains from the urge. this is only a test, after all—this all can still go horribly wrong and backfire.
although, the two of them held hands once, and the other allowed her to sleep along her lap, so something as miniature as this shouldn't be going too far. her lips aren't on hers, and that's the most important part in all of this. a real kiss would mean more than attraction; it would mean sealing something deep. and above all, it would mean this is all real, and jinx still isn't fully convinced that she means anything significant to anyone here, sharon included. so her lips stay there, breaking away from the skin to only rest it back again.]
[ Jinx settles fully across Sharon’s waist, lips pressing softly to her neck. The touch sends sparks racing down Sharon’s spine, her breath catching, brain stuttering out like a blown fuse. Her mouth parts as if to answer, but no words come, trapped behind the haze the kiss leaves in its wake. Her pulse pounds with restless want, with the pull to slip her fingers against the waistband of Jinx’s pants, to claim her mouth, to let hunger steer her into something reckless and wanton. It’s a fog.
And maybe that fog is a mercy, blurring the edges of fear, grief, and the endless unknown. Wrapping it all in a warm, intoxicating haze of want. ]
That’s one hell of a way to settle a debt. [ Exhaled. She shifts onto a single elbow as her other arm winds firmly around Jinx’s waist. ] And here I thought I was the touchy-feely one.
[with that arm curling around her waist, jinx pauses on her butterfly kisses but only to chew on the inside of her cheek—devouring this lovely yet strange phenomenon attachment she has with her. the desire is mutual, wanting more than just a little taste test. but they say patience is a virtue, even though jinx had never been the kind of girl who enjoys being patient.
if she wants something, she takes it. just like how she is going to swipe cooper's gun once they cross paths again. but humans are different than weapons, they think and believe on different matters, so they can't be handle the same way. the bluenette presses her lips down the other's skin again, letting them graze back to her ear to speak in.]
Mm... I'm an inventor, you know. I'm good with my hands.
[she murmurs, planting a light kiss to her earlobe.]
— Do you want me to keep kissing you here? I can for as long as ya want. Or... I can do something else. Your call, Toots. This is me repaying you, no time limit.
Just the brush of her breath against her ear is enough to send every hair along Sharon’s arms standing on end. The want sears down the tether, consuming her thoughts like fire racing through a house of cards, each one collapsing in turn, no resistance left. She draws in a sharp breath through her nose, turning just enough to press her cheek against Jinx’s, then leaves a quick kiss there.
And another, lower along the cheek this time.
Another kiss lingers at the edge of the girl’s lips, so close, but Sharon pulls back, meeting Jinx’s eyes instead. The urge is sharp, tempting: to bridge that last inch, to let hormones and want carry her into the easy distraction of a kiss. To surrender to the heat of it and forget herself in touch alone. But instead, she breathes out, steadying. ]
Let’s do something else. But... if you leave that door open— [ A faint edge of promise in her tone. She might be willing to step through it another time. ]
[her powers aren't active now, but it could have fooled her when jinx basically turned into stone when their lips were only inches away from touching. kissing on the lips will make this real, and there's absolutely no way that sharon would want anything more with her than just "horsing around", right? sharon deserves a good person, and there's no such thing as a "good jinx", anyway. but luckily, the blond recoils, and relief calms her stomach—thanking... whatever evil for not ruining something so sweet just yet. not yet. she will happily accept her omen to destroy her world later like it's meant to be, but right now isn't the time.
as her soul gets inhaled back into her body, her eyes stay fixated on her, attentively listening to her words. ' but if you leave that door open...']
[the grin on her oozes with wicked intent—not dangerous, but lecherous, her canines blinding and yearning for something to sink themselves into. a thought breezes by, one that sharon could catch if she listens very carefully. 'you're a real tease, rabbit.'
she should devour her right here and now for that, but as she promised herself, she will continue to let sharon do their driving and have her do all the twists and turns. even if the urge of taking the wheel to steer them to a rocky and forbidden road is so damn alluring.]
[and just like that, her behavior switches again—way less devious as she props her elbow up, cheek resting on her palm. jinx hums innocently while toying with a strand of the other's locks, like that little villainous moment didn't occur at all and it was just sharon's little imagination running wild. of course, though, the smile flicker on her face is indicating anything but.]
[ Jinx cycles through emotions in quick succession. First, she goes rigid, like the thought that Sharon might actually follow through with the kiss roots her in place. Then, just as quickly, the tension shifts into something sly, a spark of mischief flashing in those pink eyes that sends Sharon’s stomach plunging. And just as Sharon braces for it to tip one way or the other, Jinx settles into cool indifference, unruffled.
As if none of it mattered. As if they hadn’t just been a breath away from crossing that line.
Sharon rides the waves of it with practiced calm, each shift a beat she moves through, coming down from the sharp edge of need. Her mind still hums with static, but it’s softening, leaving her clear enough to focus. She's going to need to sort out her feelings after she leaves here. ]
[she gives her a shrug and a goofy look that says,"do i have to hold your hands through everything?". of course, it's just some lighthearted banter as she alters her position to lie on sharon's stomach, having her become her personal body pillow. her tongue rolls idly behind her lips, feeling her teeth as she gazes towards the bed sheet above them.]
If I can find polish around this place, we should do each other's nails. Have your middle finger match mine.
[the bluenette lifts her left hand, showing off its little doodle. but a sigh quickly follows, the hand plunging dead weight on her own stomach as the realization strikes her noggin like a thump.]
I'm nnnnnot looking forward to taking the sucker off. If I can't get everything I need for it once it starts losing its stability, I'm going to have to be Miss Nine Fingers.
[ Sharon lets out a quiet huff as Jinx stretches out and settles her head on her stomach. Not the first time she's been used as a pillow. ]
Cute. [ she remarks at the doodle, not entirely against the idea of matching little smilies. But as Jinx goes on, her expression shifts into a faint frown. She's never thought about the upkeep something like that would require. ] There's probably a hardware store around here with what you need. We can check it out together sometime.
[she lifts her head slightly, taken aback by her proposal then quickly pitches her gaze elsewhere.]
... I've never been shopping with anyone before. I mean. Girl shopping. My sis wasn't into it. [a pause.] —Unless it's for new a boxing gloves or parts for her saxophone.
[idly, jinx wets her lips and cautiously search for the other's hand, her fingertips brushing along her thumb then index.]
So. When... are you leaving? N-Not that I'm trying to kick ya out, heh.
[because as much as she would like for sharon to stay here and possibly spend the night, she might not feel the same, and jinx wants her to feel safe and comfortable. especially with it getting dark, the hosts might be getting restless for food.]
[ Girl shopping, huh? Sharon lets out a short laugh. She hasn't heard it put that way before. ] My mom used to call it a girl's day. [ It never mattered if they were shopping, heading to the park, or catching a movie—it was always just a girl's day, a day meant for them alone.
Sharon threads their fingers together and half-sits up at the question. She cranes her neck toward the doorway, checking the light, and Jinx is right: it's fading fast. ] I, uh... shit, yeah, I should probably head out soon. Not a big fan of walking in the dark here.
[ Part of her wants to stay. The rest of her knows better. ] You'll walk me out, right? [ Because she definitely doesn't remember the pattern Jinx set to avoid tripping one of her traps. ]
'Course! [she says, pulling herself up to her feet and dusting off any excessive grime or dust off her trousers.] What kind of host would I be if I let my houseguest get stabbed in the shins on her way out?
[secret revealed about what will happen if anyone were to misstep and not follow the right coordinates. jinx extends out a hand to the girl, then nudges her head towards the blanket fort.]
Feel free to take any extra pillows with ya. I've got plenty to spare.
[ Sharon lets Jinx pull her up, her grin slightly crooked. It's reassuring to know what a misstep would trigger, and she makes a mental note to ask Jinx to show her how she built those traps someday.
Adjusting the tote on her shoulder, she chuckles at the offer, already ducking out from under the fort. ] I am good on that front. Thanks, though. [ As they reach the open doorway, she lets Jinx lead the way. ]
[she leads the way but not without using this sly chance to grab hold of the other's hand. and in the event that sharon questions it, jinx beats her to the punch while glancing over her shoulder with a smirk prancing on her face.] ... So you don't get lost.
[and when they make it to the main lobby of the store, she hops from one square tile to the next, occasionally looking at sharon's feet for any missteps.]
If you screw up, don't worry. I know how to disable the traps before you go down. But I'll only do it once.
[ And she's the one that's gets called Touch'n'Feels, huh? ] Right. Of course. [ It doesn't seem to bother her—in fact, there's almost comfort in the touch. A sense of safety. Security.
She trails after Jinx with ease, hopping from tile to tile, doing her best not to overthink the last hour. ] My hero. [ Voice dripping sarcasm, but it's softened by warmth, by affection.
At the front entrance, she gives Jinx's hand a quick squeeze. ] Try not to get bitten by another rabid dog. I don't mind playing nurse, but I'm terrible at real first aid.
[she returns the squeeze, and she finally unties their fingers, folding her arms over her chest while leaning against the door frame. truthfully, jinx wishes she could stay and keep her company further, but she wouldn't want the other to witness her night terrors or the risk of making a fool of herself somehow. her curse has to be emerging from the shadows soon, because there's absolutely no way it would allow something this good to continue to ruin its course. still, the bluenette snorts a chuckle, with the smirk not wavering.]
Aw, how else am I gonna get my kicks? The walls can only chat with me for so long.
Guess you'll just have to get creative. [ she teases, walking backward for a few steps. She flashes Jinx one last smile before turning away, lifting a hand in an easy, careless wave. ] Bye, Jinx!
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and then jinx shifts, launching herself forward to her companion to press her weight hard enough until they both meet the somewhat lumpy mattress. the bluenette looms above her, her expression not showing anger or annoyance, but it's a stern look with no dangerous electricity attach.]
Do I need to take you down a peg, Blonde? Because cute is not what I am, and I'm not afraid to claw you.
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There’s a strange, thrilling tension to it, one she doesn’t hate. She stares up at Jinx for a long moment before she finally props herself up on an elbow, daring. ]
Even a dangerous predator can be cute, Jinx. I never said that’s all you are. [ She lets her head fall back an inch, watching her with a crooked smile. ] Plus, you owe me one, remember?
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her body seems to move on its own now; it shifts up and positions itself so that all she needs to do is drop down a few more centimeters and she'll be straddling her. but she doesn't, she shouldn't. it'll be a slow death for her if she did, but... maybe jinx had been searching for the grim reaper in all the wrong places. maybe that sneaky bastard had been incognito this whole time, and he'd been waiting for her to find him. her eyes relax at the thought of it, entertaining it as she skates lower to the other—her lips taunting to graze against her right ear.]
Fair. [she coos, her tone dropping down to another octave.] Now or later...?
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A joke hovers on the tip of her tongue, an easy out she could use to slice through the tension, but she lets it pass. Instead, she breathes out a single word: ] Now. [ She doesn’t know what she’s agreeing to, or asking for, or even what Jinx is offering. All she knows is that her curiosity has her hooked, and she’s never been one to smother it. ]
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although, the two of them held hands once, and the other allowed her to sleep along her lap, so something as miniature as this shouldn't be going too far. her lips aren't on hers, and that's the most important part in all of this. a real kiss would mean more than attraction; it would mean sealing something deep. and above all, it would mean this is all real, and jinx still isn't fully convinced that she means anything significant to anyone here, sharon included. so her lips stay there, breaking away from the skin to only rest it back again.]
...Your skin is nice.
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And maybe that fog is a mercy, blurring the edges of fear, grief, and the endless unknown. Wrapping it all in a warm, intoxicating haze of want. ]
That’s one hell of a way to settle a debt. [ Exhaled. She shifts onto a single elbow as her other arm winds firmly around Jinx’s waist. ] And here I thought I was the touchy-feely one.
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if she wants something, she takes it. just like how she is going to swipe cooper's gun once they cross paths again. but humans are different than weapons, they think and believe on different matters, so they can't be handle the same way. the bluenette presses her lips down the other's skin again, letting them graze back to her ear to speak in.]
Mm... I'm an inventor, you know. I'm good with my hands.
[she murmurs, planting a light kiss to her earlobe.]
— Do you want me to keep kissing you here? I can for as long as ya want. Or... I can do something else. Your call, Toots. This is me repaying you, no time limit.
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Just the brush of her breath against her ear is enough to send every hair along Sharon’s arms standing on end. The want sears down the tether, consuming her thoughts like fire racing through a house of cards, each one collapsing in turn, no resistance left. She draws in a sharp breath through her nose, turning just enough to press her cheek against Jinx’s, then leaves a quick kiss there.
And another, lower along the cheek this time.
Another kiss lingers at the edge of the girl’s lips, so close, but Sharon pulls back, meeting Jinx’s eyes instead. The urge is sharp, tempting: to bridge that last inch, to let hormones and want carry her into the easy distraction of a kiss. To surrender to the heat of it and forget herself in touch alone. But instead, she breathes out, steadying. ]
Let’s do something else. But... if you leave that door open— [ A faint edge of promise in her tone. She might be willing to step through it another time. ]
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as her soul gets inhaled back into her body, her eyes stay fixated on her, attentively listening to her words. ' but if you leave that door open...']
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she should devour her right here and now for that, but as she promised herself, she will continue to let sharon do their driving and have her do all the twists and turns. even if the urge of taking the wheel to steer them to a rocky and forbidden road is so damn alluring.]
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Sooo, what's next on your wish list?
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As if none of it mattered. As if they hadn’t just been a breath away from crossing that line.
Sharon rides the waves of it with practiced calm, each shift a beat she moves through, coming down from the sharp edge of need. Her mind still hums with static, but it’s softening, leaving her clear enough to focus. She's going to need to sort out her feelings after she leaves here. ]
General wishlist or a you-specific wishlist?
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If I can find polish around this place, we should do each other's nails. Have your middle finger match mine.
[the bluenette lifts her left hand, showing off its little doodle. but a sigh quickly follows, the hand plunging dead weight on her own stomach as the realization strikes her noggin like a thump.]
I'm nnnnnot looking forward to taking the sucker off. If I can't get everything I need for it once it starts losing its stability, I'm going to have to be Miss Nine Fingers.
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Cute. [ she remarks at the doodle, not entirely against the idea of matching little smilies. But as Jinx goes on, her expression shifts into a faint frown. She's never thought about the upkeep something like that would require. ] There's probably a hardware store around here with what you need. We can check it out together sometime.
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... I've never been shopping with anyone before. I mean. Girl shopping. My sis wasn't into it. [a pause.] —Unless it's for new a boxing gloves or parts for her saxophone.
[idly, jinx wets her lips and cautiously search for the other's hand, her fingertips brushing along her thumb then index.]
So. When... are you leaving? N-Not that I'm trying to kick ya out, heh.
[because as much as she would like for sharon to stay here and possibly spend the night, she might not feel the same, and jinx wants her to feel safe and comfortable. especially with it getting dark, the hosts might be getting restless for food.]
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Sharon threads their fingers together and half-sits up at the question. She cranes her neck toward the doorway, checking the light, and Jinx is right: it's fading fast. ] I, uh... shit, yeah, I should probably head out soon. Not a big fan of walking in the dark here.
[ Part of her wants to stay. The rest of her knows better. ] You'll walk me out, right? [ Because she definitely doesn't remember the pattern Jinx set to avoid tripping one of her traps. ]
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[secret revealed about what will happen if anyone were to misstep and not follow the right coordinates. jinx extends out a hand to the girl, then nudges her head towards the blanket fort.]
Feel free to take any extra pillows with ya. I've got plenty to spare.
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Adjusting the tote on her shoulder, she chuckles at the offer, already ducking out from under the fort. ] I am good on that front. Thanks, though. [ As they reach the open doorway, she lets Jinx lead the way. ]
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[and when they make it to the main lobby of the store, she hops from one square tile to the next, occasionally looking at sharon's feet for any missteps.]
If you screw up, don't worry. I know how to disable the traps before you go down. But I'll only do it once.
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She trails after Jinx with ease, hopping from tile to tile, doing her best not to overthink the last hour. ] My hero. [ Voice dripping sarcasm, but it's softened by warmth, by affection.
At the front entrance, she gives Jinx's hand a quick squeeze. ] Try not to get bitten by another rabid dog. I don't mind playing nurse, but I'm terrible at real first aid.
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Aw, how else am I gonna get my kicks? The walls can only chat with me for so long.
[half....joking.]
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wrapped.
[THIS IS NOT A REAL TAG OR ANYTHING. I JUST DONT FEEL LIKE WRITING JINX SAYING BYE AND WALKING AWAY. BUT ANYWAY, THREAD END, YAY!]