[she answers a little too quickly and drastic, and she whisks her head around to face her friend again, but there is gentleness smoothing graciously along her skin.]
No.
[jinx repeats the word in a tone that parrots her features this time, clutching onto sharon's nightshirt and forcing her to move in her desired direction. if she lets her, her friend will be on top now, giving her the opportunity to view jinx from a whole different perspective rather than the reversal.]
I'm done arguing with people. Even if it's over spaghettios, I wanna take a break.
[ She doesn't want to argue, no matter how playful it might have been, and Sharon doesn't fault her for that. Instead, she yields easily to Jinx's guidance, shifting without protest until she straddles her. A smile spreads across her face, easy and toothy—teasing as she looks down at her.
It's an unusual position for them, and Sharon takes a second to really see her. The way Jinx's hair fans out beneath her, the way her eyes look impossibly wide and pink right now. Then she leans down, closing the distance to press their mouths together, noses bumping on purpose, a small, deliberate intimacy woven into the kiss. ]
[ that teasing smile takes jinx away from any uncertainties within herself, and the kiss has her sighing into and through her nostrils. a reminder knocks at her temple to not go too far with their smooching, but that doesn't stop her from sliding her hand to cup her friend's cheek and then rake her fingers through her locks.
jinx hums sweetly into their kiss, going by the playbook of what sharon did before and having her tongue caress along her lower lip. their tether pulses again, a soft rhythmic beat of a heart while swelling with so much care and... love like.
she wonders if this is what vi felt whenever she was caitlyn, if it's just as infectious. if only she could ask her about it and get advice on how to keep a friend happy and smiling. jinx shifts slightly underneath her, her leg inching up to brush along her hipβyet resisting the high urge to hook it completely along her waist. ]
[ Echoes of Jinx's restraint ripple along their tether, and Sharon can't stop the smile that curves into the kiss. When Jinx nudges her tongue forward, Sharon parts her lips without hesitation, welcoming the familiar tangle again. It isn't a struggle for control, just play. Shared rhythm. Give and take. Each time she pulls back for a breath, fleeting as it is, she opens her eyes to drink Jinx in, the warmth in her cheeks, the way she looks so undone, before she dives right back in.
When Jinx's leg lifts, Sharon follows the motion instinctively, sliding her hand down the back of her thigh and giving it a light, teasing squeeze. ]
[ she needs to keep her head above water, to keep her thoughts from drifting away and making sharon the center of her universe, but would it be so bad if she did? she has no family here and only a handful of friendsβif that. would it put too much pressure on her best friend to know that right now, in this moment, no one is more important than her?
her mind seemed to swim that way anyway, the more they kissed. and her leg twitches subtly at the other's touch but eases in quickly. this time, she muffles a gentle moan into their lips, and her hand carefully slithers underneath her shirtβcurious to know what her skin feels like beneath her clothing. jinx, as promised, doesn't venture where she shouldn't, allowing her digits to flow only along her mid-back and painting invisible swirls and circles. ]
[ Sharon feels the way Jinx moans into her mouth, and it sparks a brief, idle curiosity about what other sounds she might coax from the older girl. Satisfaction flares along the tether, sharp and fleeting, before her attention drifts back to the physical sensations—the give of Jinx's thigh beneath her fingers, the faint, electric tingle blooming across her tongue from Jinx's aquamancer healing ability.
She goes briefly still when Jinx's hand slips under her top, but she does not pull away as cool fingers trace slow patterns along her back, raising gooseflesh along her neck and arms. Sex has never ranked high on Sharon's list of unmet needs. Most of the time, being seen through a sexual lens makes her wrinkle her nose in reflexive disgust, her stomach hollowing with a fear old enough to drink. With Jinx, though, it's... different. Manageable. Something she doesn't mind as much.
It doesn't take long before her kisses begin to wander, drifting along Jinx's jaw and then down her neck, each one slower than the last, each lingering a little longer. Her hand stays firm on Jinx's upper thigh, unwilling to stray, unwilling to get too handsy just yet, despite the now-familiar coil of want curling low between her own thighs. ]
[ for a split second when their lips break and her breath catches, jinx thinks it is all over again, the same as before. but then she feels a gentle press to her chin, then down to her neck. and it's the kiss to the throat that spills another moan out of herβa higher-pitched whine as her fingers squeeze onto her friend's sleepwear, with goosebumps bursting to life through her entire body.
the bluenette chomps down on her bottom lip quickly, immediately recalling that there are others in the house besides sharon and herself, and they need to keep things quiet, or else this very lovely moment would come to an abrupt halt. and if that were to happen, she would be punishing herself for the rest of the day.
jinx tilts her neck to one side to expose more of her skin for her friend to explore more if she desires (and boy, does jinx wishes). all the while, she squirms underneath her and is doing all in her power to not buck her hips upwards. but even if she did, jinx would just be thrusting against air. ]
[ Her smile curls into the line of Jinx's neck, a low chuckle slipping free, her breath warm against skin, her want unmistakable. The sheltered part of her urges restraint, wants to pull back and leave Jinx aching for more, but the rest of her—the parts that spent decades existing without truly living—wants to sink deeper into it. Wants to draw out those soft, sweet sounds like it's something she was made to do.
She likes the control. Likes the quiet power of holding someone else like this.
Jinx writhes beneath her, fingers clutching at her nightshirt, head tipping aside to bare more of herself—an offering, an invitation, proof of how much she wants it. Sharon lets her tongue trace a slow path along the exposed skin before her lips follow, sucking gently at the spot. Her hand slides down Jinx's thigh, then up along her side, slipping under her shirt to rest beneath her ribs, touch gentle, trailing. ]
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[she answers a little too quickly and drastic, and she whisks her head around to face her friend again, but there is gentleness smoothing graciously along her skin.]
No.
[jinx repeats the word in a tone that parrots her features this time, clutching onto sharon's nightshirt and forcing her to move in her desired direction. if she lets her, her friend will be on top now, giving her the opportunity to view jinx from a whole different perspective rather than the reversal.]
I'm done arguing with people. Even if it's over spaghettios, I wanna take a break.
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It's an unusual position for them, and Sharon takes a second to really see her. The way Jinx's hair fans out beneath her, the way her eyes look impossibly wide and pink right now. Then she leans down, closing the distance to press their mouths together, noses bumping on purpose, a small, deliberate intimacy woven into the kiss. ]
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jinx hums sweetly into their kiss, going by the playbook of what sharon did before and having her tongue caress along her lower lip. their tether pulses again, a soft rhythmic beat of a heart while swelling with so much care and...
lovelike.she wonders if this is what vi felt whenever she was caitlyn, if it's just as infectious. if only she could ask her about it and get advice on how to keep a friend happy and smiling. jinx shifts slightly underneath her, her leg inching up to brush along her hipβyet resisting the high urge to hook it completely along her waist. ]
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When Jinx's leg lifts, Sharon follows the motion instinctively, sliding her hand down the back of her thigh and giving it a light, teasing squeeze. ]
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her mind seemed to swim that way anyway, the more they kissed. and her leg twitches subtly at the other's touch but eases in quickly. this time, she muffles a gentle moan into their lips, and her hand carefully slithers underneath her shirtβcurious to know what her skin feels like beneath her clothing. jinx, as promised, doesn't venture where she shouldn't, allowing her digits to flow only along her mid-back and painting invisible swirls and circles. ]
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She goes briefly still when Jinx's hand slips under her top, but she does not pull away as cool fingers trace slow patterns along her back, raising gooseflesh along her neck and arms. Sex has never ranked high on Sharon's list of unmet needs. Most of the time, being seen through a sexual lens makes her wrinkle her nose in reflexive disgust, her stomach hollowing with a fear old enough to drink. With Jinx, though, it's... different. Manageable. Something she doesn't mind as much.
It doesn't take long before her kisses begin to wander, drifting along Jinx's jaw and then down her neck, each one slower than the last, each lingering a little longer. Her hand stays firm on Jinx's upper thigh, unwilling to stray, unwilling to get too handsy just yet, despite the now-familiar coil of want curling low between her own thighs. ]
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the bluenette chomps down on her bottom lip quickly, immediately recalling that there are others in the house besides sharon and herself, and they need to keep things quiet, or else this very lovely moment would come to an abrupt halt. and if that were to happen, she would be punishing herself for the rest of the day.
jinx tilts her neck to one side to expose more of her skin for her friend to explore more if she desires (and boy, does jinx wishes). all the while, she squirms underneath her and is doing all in her power to not buck her hips upwards. but even if she did, jinx would just be thrusting against air. ]
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She likes the control. Likes the quiet power of holding someone else like this.
Jinx writhes beneath her, fingers clutching at her nightshirt, head tipping aside to bare more of herself—an offering, an invitation, proof of how much she wants it. Sharon lets her tongue trace a slow path along the exposed skin before her lips follow, sucking gently at the spot. Her hand slides down Jinx's thigh, then up along her side, slipping under her shirt to rest beneath her ribs, touch gentle, trailing. ]