[ 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. ]
[ her friend's snicker heightens the redness on her cheeks, urging her to sneer and glare at her for discovering spots on jinx that she was unaware of. but sharon's tongue erases the miff, and another uncontrollable cry squeaks through her lips. this time, however, she utters her friend's name in a soft whisper that only her ears can hear, as if it were a secret so dark that even the walls shouldn't know and carry. ]
Yes... right there.
[ she thinks to their tether since her pants will only get in the way of her speech. while sharon mentioned there will be hesitation and time for her to be comfortable with this sort of intimacy, jinx is perfectly okay with her friend having all the control and for her to do all the touching and exploration while she keeps her hands completely stillβto not do the same until she is ready. ]
I want to be yours.
[ the confession breezes through before jinx could grab ahold of it, before she could shove it behind her back and suffocate it from speaking out of turn. but it's out there now, hovering so freely and merrily with no cares.
maybe sharon won't think too deeply into it; maybe she'll chalk it up as a "heat of the moment" sort of thing, and this is all for play. just a game. it's what jinx will say if ever asked. still, her leg continues to secure iself around her waist, practically keeping her hostage until the mark on her neck is legitimate and present to anyone's naked eye. ]
[ Her name slips from Jinx's lips on a soft, breathless exhale, steeped in unadulterated need. It makes Sharon's ears burn even as it drives her forward, logic dissolving under the press of want until it suffocates everything else like an oil spill. There is only this. Only now.
She tends to the spot with careful intent while Jinx's thoughts bleed through the tether—sweet, hungry approval, the yearning to be marked, to be claimed—and Sharon can't imagine denying her. When she's satisfied the mark will linger, she shifts, tracing a slow path back up Jinx's neck and leaving pale pink impressions behind, blooms that will darken into something warmer, bruised and lasting. Proof.
As her mouth climbs, her hand follows, roaming until her thumb brushes the soft, delicate flesh of Jinx's nipple, a thoughtlessly daring touch. Somewhere far off, a quieter part of her notes that she hadn't meant to go this far, that she's edging close to the point where restraint stops mattering—where she no longer cares what might be felt or heard along the tangled threads of her tethers.
But how could she stop now? Why would she want to? ]
[ if she wasn't trapped between sharon and the mattress, she'd jump out of bed in pure exhilaration, scream, and then fling a middle finger at every single ghost/hallucination she'd come across. but who's to say she won't do that on her way home after this?
because all of the negative feedback, the doubts, and the boulders of low self-esteem that her voices had sprung onto her since day one have finally been disproven. someone in this dark, wicked, and cruel world likes her, not just an ordinary like, but a real like. the kind that her sister has with caitlyn, the type her biological parents had for one another, the way she wanted to have with ekko but life wedged them so far apart that it became almost damn near impossible to gain.
to be somebody's someone was a pipedream, something she never thought could happen to her given her personality, her physique, and her past. mylo had made her feel as if she was the ugly duckling in the group and that a way to a lover's heart was to have an hourglass figure with a lustrous chest, hips, and rear end. jinx has two out of the three, but that somehow didn't feel enough.
but now? now she is enough for someone, and she is doing all that she can to not let the sting that's building behind her eyelids develop into tears. not out of sadness, but out of gratitude. sharon could have marked anyone else in manhattan, someone with more experience, somebody gentler, kinder, or better lookingβbut she wandered to her out of the horde of someones and jinx can't fathom what she had done to deserve something so lovely, to have sharon.
her heart is inflating way too quickly, and she knows her voices will peck at her brain later about all the dangers of having it exposed like this. but she doesn't care, and she wants to unmask herself to her. they're each other's nowβthis is proof, and there's no doctoring this (even though her voices will undoubtedly try). her muscles twitch slightly when sharon's thumb caresses over her nipple, the floodgates of her arousal burst through, and a sharp gasp with another moan flows off her tongue. without thinking (how can she?) a hand scrambles off her shoulders and onto her own topβtugging it up to her chin to expose her right breast. ]
You can touch me.
[ she thinks to their tether, finally letting her eyes flutter open but half-lidded.]
I'll stay quiet, I promise. ... Or I can... touch myself later and you can watch? When you swing back by.
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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. ]
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Yes... right there.
[ she thinks to their tether since her pants will only get in the way of her speech. while sharon mentioned there will be hesitation and time for her to be comfortable with this sort of intimacy, jinx is perfectly okay with her friend having all the control and for her to do all the touching and exploration while she keeps her hands completely stillβto not do the same until she is ready. ]
I want to be yours.
[ the confession breezes through before jinx could grab ahold of it, before she could shove it behind her back and suffocate it from speaking out of turn. but it's out there now, hovering so freely and merrily with no cares.
maybe sharon won't think too deeply into it; maybe she'll chalk it up as a "heat of the moment" sort of thing, and this is all for play. just a game. it's what jinx will say if ever asked. still, her leg continues to secure iself around her waist, practically keeping her hostage until the mark on her neck is legitimate and present to anyone's naked eye. ]
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She tends to the spot with careful intent while Jinx's thoughts bleed through the tether—sweet, hungry approval, the yearning to be marked, to be claimed—and Sharon can't imagine denying her. When she's satisfied the mark will linger, she shifts, tracing a slow path back up Jinx's neck and leaving pale pink impressions behind, blooms that will darken into something warmer, bruised and lasting. Proof.
As her mouth climbs, her hand follows, roaming until her thumb brushes the soft, delicate flesh of Jinx's nipple, a thoughtlessly daring touch. Somewhere far off, a quieter part of her notes that she hadn't meant to go this far, that she's edging close to the point where restraint stops mattering—where she no longer cares what might be felt or heard along the tangled threads of her tethers.
But how could she stop now? Why would she want to? ]
cw: btw it's nsfw now
because all of the negative feedback, the doubts, and the boulders of low self-esteem that her voices had sprung onto her since day one have finally been disproven. someone in this dark, wicked, and cruel world likes her, not just an ordinary like, but a real like. the kind that her sister has with caitlyn, the type her biological parents had for one another, the way she wanted to have with ekko but life wedged them so far apart that it became almost damn near impossible to gain.
to be somebody's someone was a pipedream, something she never thought could happen to her given her personality, her physique, and her past. mylo had made her feel as if she was the ugly duckling in the group and that a way to a lover's heart was to have an hourglass figure with a lustrous chest, hips, and rear end. jinx has two out of the three, but that somehow didn't feel enough.
but now? now she is enough for someone, and she is doing all that she can to not let the sting that's building behind her eyelids develop into tears. not out of sadness, but out of gratitude. sharon could have marked anyone else in manhattan, someone with more experience, somebody gentler, kinder, or better lookingβbut she wandered to her out of the horde of someones and jinx can't fathom what she had done to deserve something so lovely, to have sharon.
her heart is inflating way too quickly, and she knows her voices will peck at her brain later about all the dangers of having it exposed like this. but she doesn't care, and she wants to unmask herself to her. they're each other's nowβthis is proof, and there's no doctoring this (even though her voices will undoubtedly try). her muscles twitch slightly when sharon's thumb caresses over her nipple, the floodgates of her arousal burst through, and a sharp gasp with another moan flows off her tongue. without thinking (how can she?) a hand scrambles off her shoulders and onto her own topβtugging it up to her chin to expose her right breast. ]
You can touch me.
[ she thinks to their tether, finally letting her eyes flutter open but half-lidded.]
I'll stay quiet, I promise. ... Or I can... touch myself later and you can watch? When you swing back by.