DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Legend of Dragoon. The video game and its respective characters belong to Sony. I make no money off this shit.
Shana felt her stomach drop as Rose's gaze connected with her own. At once, her heady sigh became a quiet hitch of terror. The pink blush across her cheeks retreated as paleness took over. Lips, spread and dampened by an innocent sweep of the tongue, pursed in anxiety. Later, she would wonder how she had the bravery to accept the stoney, damning gaze of the woman who had just caught her staring. . . no, enjoying, gawking, absolutely ogling at her naked body.
Naturally, Rose's eyes narrowed at such a display of guilt; however, before she could growl a "what the hell", Shana mustered enough courage to squeak.
"I'm. . . I'm so jealous of your body," her voice cracked as she spoke. "You're so. . . pretty and womanly, Rose."
What happened next Shana could never expect. Not a second after Shana clamped her mouth shut. . . Rose smiled. And lowered her eyes.
'Oh goodness. . . oh my. . .'
Holding a towel around her hips, Shana was not entirely nude. She would have wrapped it around her whole torso had it not been so small. Yet, it was no big deal, she told herself as she left the dressing room for the hot spring once more. She was only returning to retrieve a forgotten hairbrush. No need to cover herself completely when it was just women.
Shana, standing in the humid area half naked with a completely naked, completely drenched Rose, wished dearly she had enough sense to at least slip on her undershirt. Instead, her taut breasts were exposed to the dark warrior's wandering eyes, trembling with every one of Shana's nervous breaths, adorned by small nipples perked by accidental arousal.
A low chuckle made Shana stop breathing altogether.
"As do you, Shana," Rose complimented warmly before turning on her heel and sinking back into the hot spring.
Shana wasted no more time, scooping up her brush off the wet floor. She scurried back to the dressing room, her hand pulling the useless towel tight across her legs in a vain attempt to halt the sensation hidden beneath.
EYY. . . KASIDY. . . BITCH WUT DA FUCK YOU DOIN.
No lie, I was working on the last chapter of "No Regrets" when this happened. I really don't understand my myself =_= What the fuck, fanfic gods? Are you trying to tell me that I need to do more f/f? I gotta ship RosexShana, ShanaxRose, Shanose, Roshana, whatever the fuck. . .
Does ANYONE on this fucking site even ship this? Does ANYONE in the history of ANYTHING even ship this?