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CALL ME OUT MEME (NSFW VERSION)

CALL ME OUT MEME ver. NSFW

Same rules as the other one, but this one is for smutty purposes! Much shorter list bc I have way too many teenage girls that I don't feel comfortable putting on here, but if you really wanna plan something out with any of my actives I might be convinced.

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And we'll become even greater together.

[She's full-on blushing now as she gives Lust's hand a squeeze, flustered at her own words and how easily they come to her.]

... Right?

That's what I like to believe.

[In Lust's personal experience, that was a part of being romantically involved. Becoming better than each was, helping one another, guiding one another to something greater. Maybe it's only her own silly fancies, but...hearing Elsa echo those sentiments, unprompted...]

[She twines her fingers with the other woman's, her tea forgotten on the coffee table.]

We're already something greater, together.

[Yeah, Elsa's... going to just put her cup on the table as well. She still gets a little jumpy, even when they're just holding hands, and the last thing they need is for her to ruin the moment by accidentally spilling hot tea all over them.]

You... really think so?

[Sure, they've come a long way. But there's still times where things can be pretty awkward. Times like now, when they're alone, talking about such romantic matters...]

I do.

[Lust smooths her skirt over her knees with her free hand. Some things are difficult to constrain with words, to articulate using only the language she knows.]

I know I'm...happier than I was. And in ways I didn't think I'd be happy again.

[She lifts her head, meeting Elsa's eyes, and lifts her hand to gently cup the other woman's cheek.]

I thank you for that.

I'm glad I can make you happy.

[It makes her heart flutter in a way that even the light kisses and touches they've exchanged before haven't. All Elsa wanted to do in her life, both as a queen and as a regular young woman in Johto, was to help. So to be able to help someone on such a personal level...

Lust can probably feel the way Elsa's cheek heats up a little, though she tries to mask it by nuzzling into that palm.]

You deserve it. You absolutely do.

[Oh god, all this emotion. Lust's never been comfortable with it, the expressing of it or the receiving of it. Not true emotions. It's all still so new and awkward.]

[She doesn't know what to say. So much of these feelings defy the constraints of human language. Words can only do so much, and which ones could possibly express the truth of emotions?]

[Rather than muddle things up, or trip over her words, or worse attempt to dismiss everything with a sly quip, Lust slips her hand back, her fingers sliding into Elsa's hair. She leans forward, brushing her lips against the other woman's.]

[Sometimes, words simply don't work.]

[Elsa doesn't even have time to get a word out at the lack of response - anything she might have said just morphs into a surprised squeak as she's pulled in for a kiss. This isn't exactly the first time they've kissed, or even the first time Lust has surprised her in such a way, but it still takes her off-guard.

That isn't to say she doesn't enjoy it, though! She lets the kiss linger for a few moments, and when she finally pulls back, she lets out a breathless little laugh.]

A "thank you" is never enough for you, is it?

Words only say so much. They're inadequate to share the truth of one's soul, they force human limits and connotations on things that are so much greater and more boundless than humanity could ever comprehend.

[Lust's voice is soft, and she doesn't draw her face back from Elsa's, or drop her hand from the other woman's cheek. Words are...words. They're easily offered and hold only as much weight as the other party lends to them. They're like...clouds. Pretty, varied, indicative...but ultimately ephemeral and fleeting.]

[When matters of the heart are concerned, words are a poor substitute for the truth. The heart didn't know words, ideas, semantics. The heart only knew feelings, primal thought, desires, ancient and formless things that were so much more than the flesh containing them.]

[Well it's a good thing Lust doesn't try and move her hand away, because one of Elsa's comes up to cover it, keeping it pressed against her cheek. She nuzzles into the warm touch, before turning her head ever so slightly and placing a kiss in the center of Lust's palm.]

You say that, and yet... so much of what you say is so poetic.

[Not that she's complaining. It's just one thing she loves so much about Lust.]

So many writers would be jealous of what you just said, and how easily you said it.

It's just my way.

[Likely a product of the close instruction her master gave her, she picked up her speech patterns and vocabulary there. It's only been fostered by the books she's read and the radio programs she's listened to.]

Words can be powerful things, even if they fail and falter in some areas. I choose them precisely, that's all.

[Her other hand rests on Elsa's knee, almost questioningly.]

[Even after some time together, Elsa is very sensitive to touch. She doubts she'll ever outgrow it; she spent most of the time during her important early years of life avoiding any and all physical contact, and that sort of development tends to stick to a person. So when she feels Lust's hand on her knee, her train of thought drifts off, and her gaze drops down, before looking back up.]

Um... [She doesn't look uncomfortable, and she doesn't move to push Lust's hand away. In fact, she simply... rests her own free hand over the one on her knee as well.] W-What are you...

Consider it...an invitation extended.

[Lust has no expectations, no belief that simply because Elsa's come in means anything more than the usual will happen. But she is interested. Elsa's beautiful, Lust cares about her, it's been so very long since she was intimate with anyone.]

[She's never been with another woman before, but she is a woman. She knows what she enjoys, she knows human bodies and what nerve clusters go where. And it isn't as though she imagines there's anything for Elsa to compare her to. Which is also why she's done little more to express her interest than this, a small gesture. She doesn't want to overwhelm the other woman or make her uncomfortable. Quite the opposite.]

One I'll take no offense at being declined.

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