( their friendship was easy. two people with strong values, a shared confusion about the people around them and a similar goal. over the months since quill had arrived in deerington it was one of the few things that had provided a comfort, sharing a drink, sparring. janet was very capable and it was one of the things that quill liked about her.
but there was also something else, something that she wasn't entirely certain of, whether it was real or just spawned from her appreciation of her. it was a long time since she'd been flirted with and it was never usually so subtle, with the way quills work being a little more direct. but she'd learned that humans were cautious about this kind of thing and maybe the same thing was true for her.
it's on her mind when they pause from their fight, conversation slowly falling back in place. except she's not quite certain how to address it )
I-- ( oh, fuck it.
quill steps into her, hand moving to the back of her head to tug her down as she leans in to kiss her. direct has always been her style for everything else, why not this? her touch is firm, a certainty to her movements even if she's not certain about the other woman's intentions, hoping for the more positive outcome. and, honestly, their fight had amped her up a little, an extra drive as she kisses her )
Not unwelcome, but if she had to say it was expected or unsurprising then that would be a lie. Yasha is pulled down, and there part of her that reflexively might brace her hands against Quill's waist and throw her head back, evading some headlock.
She doesn't do that, suffice to say. Her hands do anchor at Quill's waist, tugging her closer reflexively. Familiar, close. A closeness that she does not usually invite, that she trusted in this instance, and that it was a surprise to find welcome. Yasha isn't oblivious to flirtation or attraction, but she's never sought it since her marriage.
(Should she feel guilty? Should she regret?)
Yasha lets her thoughts sink to the back of her mind, shoves them away roughly, as she grasps at Quill's back and leans down into the kiss, biting down on her lip. )
( there's a pleased sound at the sharpness in the kiss, that tug of teeth on lip. she moves into her, bodies pressed closer, fingers pushing up through her hair.
it's been a while since she's kissed anyone, no one in this strange town, that robot out of loneliness on earth. longer ago since there'd been anyone that she'd felt something for. with how tightly she'd tried to shut those feelings away, silent grief for her love alongside that of her people, it's almost strange now to feel something. what she doesn't have a word for but something.
her other hand moves around to her back, grasping at yasha's hand, an almost guiding hand along her spine that, should yasha press or rub, will elicit a soft moan from her )
( She leans down, obliging. Perhaps compliant, even, because Quill was nothing if not— well. Quill. Imagining her asking for anything was almost laughable. Even in this, the guidance of her hand could almost be an order, rather than a request.
One hand guided to Quill's spine, the other dragging lower to grasp at the back of her thigh and hitch her upwards. Pulling her closer, as she leans back against the wall. Her other hand teases lightly up Quills back, and Yasha smiles against the kiss as she presses her fingers hard against Quill's spine and jerks her closer. Some things are delicate and gentle, should be handled so. Flowers to be dried and treasured, but she almost wonders if she were to hold onto Quill too tenderly if she might find some objection in that.
( she shouldn't be surprised by the force that yasha uses, though even the strongest of warriors can be surprisingly delicate. quill has been at times, though there's none of that now to her movements. a larger need to just be touched now that she is, a roughness in her kiss.
the sound that yasha tugs from her is a little louder, moaned into the kiss, fingers gripping a little firmer in her hair. satisfied with the hand at her back, that the woman will keep pressing fingers to her, she moves her hand to her shoulder, a steadying grip, helping to keep her close even with yasha's strength )
( The moans, the sounds of her voice, make Yasha's nerves trip. With a quiet growl she twists, pressing Quill's back against the cold wall and leans hard against her.
Is this real? She's not sure if it is, or if it should be, and she pulls back from the kiss. )
( Slow, careful. Picking through her thoughts, though she's not wholly sure that'll grant her any more insight. She brings one of her hands up to start slowly tracing the tip of her index finger along Quill's collarbone, feather light. )
But I... didn't want to get more carried away than you'd like.
( her hand relaxes, letting go of her hair to slide round and rest on her cheek )
It's-- been a while since I've kissed someone.
( since she'd wanted to. the robot had been out of a desperate loneliness, taking the first sign of interest that had been given to her but yasha was different. she'd gotten to know her, found an interest that she hadnt known was there, not in this way. and she liked it.
she leans to press a light kiss to her jaw, words spoken into skin )
( The way Yasha's gaze drops might betray that's the case for her, too. Or maybe Quill could deduce as much, already knew enough to grasp that. Her brow creases slightly, and Yasha chews the inside of her cheeks before she looks back to Quill. Leans forward, and catches her with another kiss.
A little gentler, this time, even with the slow drag of her teeth over Quill's lower lip. )
( her thumb rubs over her cheek, keeping the slower pace of the kiss, almost telling her that it's okay, she understands.
it's a rare situation, never one you'd want to find, someone hurting in the loss of their lover but it offers something unique here, that shared understanding of how they both feel, that gentle soothe of someone that knows. that it's okay, because quill still loves the one she'd lost, still thinks of them, grieves them.
her legs hold firmer at her waist, trying to inch herself a little closer, the hand on her shoulder moving to rest on the back of her neck, a gentle press of her fingers )
( Loss of love, loss of home. Loss of a whole shitload of things that there aren't words for.
Gently might not be the right way to do this, might be harder, makes it feel like memories could pry their way in. Quill grips her closer, forces Yasha closer - as if she really needed forcing - and she feels her own ferocity edge under skin. She jerks Quill forward in retaliation, only to slam her back harder against the wall.
Maybe it always needs to come from desperation, everything in her, and she bites down hard on Quill's lip as grasps the hem of the other woman's shirt and starts to tug it upwards. )
( there's a pleased sound, a sort of thrill at the harder contact with the wall and where her touch had been gentle it now becomes firmer, nails raking across skin.
her other hand drops, body lifting from the wall to ease the shift of her blouse, hand only releasing from yasha to let her shirt be pulled all the way off, kiss breaking in the moment.
but it's seconds before lips meet again, a desperate rush, a need for the contact and this time quill nips at yasha before biting her lip. two can play )
( A content groan rolls past her lips at the bite to her lip, and she dips her head bite hard at Quill's neck, her shoulder. Moving between between kisses and bites, before sucking at her pulse, lingering to draw up a vibrant, purple. )
What do you want, Quill?
( Grasping at her ribs, scratching livid red marks into them. )
( it's a new feeling, the attention at her neck, somewhere new that she's never had explored before. before, quills along her neck, it would have been ignored, somewhere that made touch not the easiest of places and now-- it's the sharp contact of yasha's teeth that gets her to react, sound slipping from her, an entirely familiar and appreciated action.
her hand moves to rest on yasha's as she marks her, leaning back into the wall with a heavier breath, thinking on the question, finding an answer other than the obvious )
You.
( except obvious ends up being what it is because no matter what happens it's yasha that she wants, yasha that's making her body respond in ways that she hasn't felt since being on rhodia, since losing the quill that she'd loved. she doesn't quite know how she wants this only that she doesn't currently want to lose this.
there's a brief hesitation in her expression because, for all of her want, there's a part of this that's entirely unfamiliar to her. a woman. this form. though, for what it's worth, quill's convinced that sex will be as she remembers no matter how she looks )
( Quiet, rough, as she slowly rolls her hips. Hard, as her hands go to catch Quill's, fingers trailing over her hands before she grips Quill's wrists and pins them above her head, holding the against the wall. She sees the hesitation, recognises it, and catches Quill with a slow, lingering kiss, if she allows it. )
( she allows it, a little nip of yasha's lip as she kisses her. and it helps, soothing what she feels a little because as strange as all of this may currently be-- the woman wants her, isn't backing away, saying as much with her actions )
Yes.
( the word is uttered against her lips, quill pressing another kiss to her, feelings starting to relax. there's a squeeze of her legs, a slightly tighter grip at her waist, both encouraging her on and holding her firm in place )
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but there was also something else, something that she wasn't entirely certain of, whether it was real or just spawned from her appreciation of her. it was a long time since she'd been flirted with and it was never usually so subtle, with the way quills work being a little more direct. but she'd learned that humans were cautious about this kind of thing and maybe the same thing was true for her.
it's on her mind when they pause from their fight, conversation slowly falling back in place. except she's not quite certain how to address it )
I-- ( oh, fuck it.
quill steps into her, hand moving to the back of her head to tug her down as she leans in to kiss her. direct has always been her style for everything else, why not this? her touch is firm, a certainty to her movements even if she's not certain about the other woman's intentions, hoping for the more positive outcome. and, honestly, their fight had amped her up a little, an extra drive as she kisses her )
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This— oh.
Not unwelcome, but if she had to say it was expected or unsurprising then that would be a lie. Yasha is pulled down, and there part of her that reflexively might brace her hands against Quill's waist and throw her head back, evading some headlock.
She doesn't do that, suffice to say. Her hands do anchor at Quill's waist, tugging her closer reflexively. Familiar, close. A closeness that she does not usually invite, that she trusted in this instance, and that it was a surprise to find welcome. Yasha isn't oblivious to flirtation or attraction, but she's never sought it since her marriage.
(Should she feel guilty? Should she regret?)
Yasha lets her thoughts sink to the back of her mind, shoves them away roughly, as she grasps at Quill's back and leans down into the kiss, biting down on her lip. )
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it's been a while since she's kissed anyone, no one in this strange town, that robot out of loneliness on earth. longer ago since there'd been anyone that she'd felt something for. with how tightly she'd tried to shut those feelings away, silent grief for her love alongside that of her people, it's almost strange now to feel something. what she doesn't have a word for but something.
her other hand moves around to her back, grasping at yasha's hand, an almost guiding hand along her spine that, should yasha press or rub, will elicit a soft moan from her )
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One hand guided to Quill's spine, the other dragging lower to grasp at the back of her thigh and hitch her upwards. Pulling her closer, as she leans back against the wall. Her other hand teases lightly up Quills back, and Yasha smiles against the kiss as she presses her fingers hard against Quill's spine and jerks her closer. Some things are delicate and gentle, should be handled so. Flowers to be dried and treasured, but she almost wonders if she were to hold onto Quill too tenderly if she might find some objection in that.
Strange, these new dilemmas. )
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the sound that yasha tugs from her is a little louder, moaned into the kiss, fingers gripping a little firmer in her hair. satisfied with the hand at her back, that the woman will keep pressing fingers to her, she moves her hand to her shoulder, a steadying grip, helping to keep her close even with yasha's strength )
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Is this real? She's not sure if it is, or if it should be, and she pulls back from the kiss. )
Quill. ( What are we doing. )
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but then yasha pulls back and she tips her head, a curious expression even if, still caught in the moment, she'd rather kiss her again instead.
she's quiet for a few seconds, deciding where to go with it )
Too much?
( though she'd believe that more if yasha hadn't so fiercely leaned into it )
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( Slow, careful. Picking through her thoughts, though she's not wholly sure that'll grant her any more insight. She brings one of her hands up to start slowly tracing the tip of her index finger along Quill's collarbone, feather light. )
But I... didn't want to get more carried away than you'd like.
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It's-- been a while since I've kissed someone.
( since she'd wanted to. the robot had been out of a desperate loneliness, taking the first sign of interest that had been given to her but yasha was different. she'd gotten to know her, found an interest that she hadnt known was there, not in this way. and she liked it.
she leans to press a light kiss to her jaw, words spoken into skin )
I'm okay with it.
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A little gentler, this time, even with the slow drag of her teeth over Quill's lower lip. )
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it's a rare situation, never one you'd want to find, someone hurting in the loss of their lover but it offers something unique here, that shared understanding of how they both feel, that gentle soothe of someone that knows. that it's okay, because quill still loves the one she'd lost, still thinks of them, grieves them.
her legs hold firmer at her waist, trying to inch herself a little closer, the hand on her shoulder moving to rest on the back of her neck, a gentle press of her fingers )
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Gently might not be the right way to do this, might be harder, makes it feel like memories could pry their way in. Quill grips her closer, forces Yasha closer - as if she really needed forcing - and she feels her own ferocity edge under skin. She jerks Quill forward in retaliation, only to slam her back harder against the wall.
Maybe it always needs to come from desperation, everything in her, and she bites down hard on Quill's lip as grasps the hem of the other woman's shirt and starts to tug it upwards. )
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her other hand drops, body lifting from the wall to ease the shift of her blouse, hand only releasing from yasha to let her shirt be pulled all the way off, kiss breaking in the moment.
but it's seconds before lips meet again, a desperate rush, a need for the contact and this time quill nips at yasha before biting her lip. two can play )
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What do you want, Quill?
( Grasping at her ribs, scratching livid red marks into them. )
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her hand moves to rest on yasha's as she marks her, leaning back into the wall with a heavier breath, thinking on the question, finding an answer other than the obvious )
You.
( except obvious ends up being what it is because no matter what happens it's yasha that she wants, yasha that's making her body respond in ways that she hasn't felt since being on rhodia, since losing the quill that she'd loved. she doesn't quite know how she wants this only that she doesn't currently want to lose this.
there's a brief hesitation in her expression because, for all of her want, there's a part of this that's entirely unfamiliar to her. a woman. this form. though, for what it's worth, quill's convinced that sex will be as she remembers no matter how she looks )
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( Quiet, rough, as she slowly rolls her hips. Hard, as her hands go to catch Quill's, fingers trailing over her hands before she grips Quill's wrists and pins them above her head, holding the against the wall. She sees the hesitation, recognises it, and catches Quill with a slow, lingering kiss, if she allows it. )
Don't worry. Just— feel.
( A little tilt of her head. ) Do you trust me?
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Yes.
( the word is uttered against her lips, quill pressing another kiss to her, feelings starting to relax. there's a squeeze of her legs, a slightly tighter grip at her waist, both encouraging her on and holding her firm in place )