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You, 11:46 AM: Okay so guys I'm panicking a little

Four, 11:46 AM: What happened?

Dana, 11:46 AM: whom tf gonna catch these hands

Lukas, 11:47 AM: Why would they needing to catch them? Why are they detachable?

Dana, 11:47 AM: baby boy. its an expression

Lukas, 11:47 AM: It's a stupid expression.

Four, 11:49 AM: She's been typing for a while...

Dana, 11:49 AM: shes a novelist leave her alone

Lukas, 11:49 AM: Lucille, are you well?

You, 11:51 AM: So I woke up today and things were going okay, I spent the night at Three's place and everything, but we were eating breakfast and everything was going well and she's off today and I didn't want to go home yet because Pearl is too much of a butt sometimes to deal with, so I asked her what she wanted to do today and she said she didn't really care, which she always says and that makes planning dates horrifyingly inconvenient. I still wanted to do something with her because it's not like we even do a lot when we're at her place because she's really bad at Monopoly, so I decided that we were going out, and then she asked for the date and I told her the date and she went "Oh, it's my birthday."

You, 11:51 AM: She FORGOT when her birthday was. She's so stupid!

Dana, 11:51 AM: LMFAO

Four, 11:51 AM: Yeah, that sounds like her

You, 11:53 AM: So naturally I'm freaking out because I'm supposed to do things with her for her birthday in a special way and then that's not happening because she never told me and then she also forgot when her birthday was, like it isn't some big thing, but it is!

You, 11:54 AM: So I don't know what to do and I need help :(

Four, 11:54 AM: Well, that's a little... Awkward.

Dana, 11:54 AM: lucy just have sex w her

Four, 11:54 AM: On-brand, but awkward

Four, 11:54 AM: DANA

You, 11:54 AM: :/

Lukas, 11:55 AM: Yes that would also be my advice

Lukas, 11:55 AM: Just fucking her

You, 11:55 AM: :/

Four, 11:55 AM: Nooo Lukas not you too

Dana, 11:55 AM: sbsksjrjs

Dana, 11:55 AM: yea have u even boned yet anyways?

You, 11:56 AM: I've been TRYING but she's too emotionally repressed to even handle the thought of me shirtless

Dana, 11:56 AM: wow what a catch huh

Dana, 11:56 AM: send her a tasteful unsolicited dick pic or like pussy pic or whatever u got goin down there

You, 11:56 AM: She's... Seen me naked before and she almost died

Four, 11:56 AM: Lukas cover your eyes

Lukas, 11:56 AM: No I am invested now this is knowledge I need

Dana, 11:56 AM: inkling_eating_popcorn_

You, 11:57 AM: She turned into a squid and stayed like that for TEN MINUTES

Dana, 11:57 AM: SKJEJSJE

You, 11:57 AM: And my plan was to just take a bath with her and maybe kiss a little but I had to sit there covering my body with a towel and wait for her to relearn how to function!

Dana, 11:57 AM: GODDDD NO FUCKING WAY?

Four, 11:57 AM: Yeah, that sounds like her.

Lukas, 11:57 AM: Do you think that if she can't see you when you are defiling her she will be okay with it?

Dana, 11:58 AM: DEFILING...

Dana changed group chat name to hot defiled isopods near you.

You, 11:58 AM: I mean... Maybe, but I also think she would still freak out.

From Eight's seat on the couch, she catches Three reenter the room in different, nicer clothes, and- Is that a skirt? That's a skirt. That's a light orange skirt, and... Damn, she looks good in it.

"Hey, Eight..." Three clears her throat quietly, at which Eight jolts. "My eyes are up here."

Eight laughs at the jab, feeling her face warm a bit. "I know," she says. "But I can't appreciate the view?"

"I- What view?" Three snaps, blushing as well. "... Eight. Come on."

"You've never showed that much skin, like, ever!" Eight retorts. "Plus, I'm your girlfriend, I should be allowed to look at least a little."

"Yeah, well- Look all you want, I'm not changing out of it," she huffs, crossing her arms.

"Good," is really the only reply Eight can think of. Standing up, she turns off her phone and sets it on the coffee table. "I'll go get dressed, and we can head out?"

"Uh... Yeah. Sure." Three rubs her arm a bit awkwardly as she stands there, and Eight squeezes Three's butt on the way out. Three lets out a cute little squeaking noise, and Eight just cackles.

"Asshole," she hears Three hiss as she shuts the bedroom door behind her, and Eight's convinced she has to be the luckiest woman alive.

"So, where do you want to go?" Eight asks, pulling on a pair of boots. They're good boots, boots that go up to her knees with a steel toe and they make the nice Clomp Clomp noise, the noise that's better than sex. Eight would ask Three for her opinion on the boots, but Three has probably never worn Clomp Clomp boots or had sex, so she wouldn't have an opinion. "There should be... Stuff open today. And I'll pay for whatever!"

"Ah, um- You don't have to," Three says hastily. "I can pay. It's fine. And, uh... You know, you can do whatever."

"It's your birthday, Three. I have to do something for you, or..." Eight's voice trails off and her lip curls up into a smirk. Slyly, she suggests, "I mean, I could, like, do you."

Three opens her mouth to say something, then realization hits, and she opens and closes her mouth a few times like a fish.

"Uh, YEAH! Orrrr, uh. Fuck. Shit. Um. I'm down for, uh. Whatever. And stuff. Like. Do what you want to, uh, do, I guess, like it's up to you really, um. Yeah. Mh."

Eight laughs and bends in to give her a kiss.

"You're a butt," she mumbles. "A really gay, stupid butt."

"Haha, well, you're, uh. Equally gay. And stupid. And hot. You're hot. I like your face," Three says with a stupid smile. It's one of the dumb smiles she gives when she's gayly overwhelmed, and Eight thinks it's adorable so she kisses her again. Stiltedly, Three laughs into it. "Yeah. Uh, do you wanna make out?"

Eight fakes a gasp. "Wow, really? You're finally taking initiative!" Three gives her a cold glare that's not very menacing because her face is still flushed a very deep orange.

"... C'mon, Eight," Three says quietly. "Don't be an ass."

Eight laughs quietly, leaning in.

"Gods, you're beautiful," she murmurs, voice low.

When Eight kisses her, Three's lips are warm and soft against her own, and she wraps her arms around her, pulling her close. Three slowly relaxes into the kiss, then gasps softly when Eight's tongue moves against the seal of her lips. A hunger stirs in Eight's stomach when her tongue grazes over Three's piercings.

She wants her. She wants Three.

Her hand slides up Three's back and under her shirt as her tongue delves into the heat of her mouth. Three lets out a small noise, and it melts into Eight's tongue. Three's nails curl further into Eight's mantle as Eight sucks and nips at Three's lower lip, and a shuddering moan leaves her when Eight licks into her mouth once more. The hunger in Eight's gut grows into an insatiable burning and Eight kisses her over and over again until Three pulls away, panting.

"Eight," she gasps, her face flushed and her eyes dark. "Eight, let me- Let me catch my breath, please."

Eight thinks she needs to catch her breath as well, or that she should - her lungs are starting to hurt - but she doesn't really think that those sorts of things matter right now. Not when Three's right there. Not when Eight's body is hot and blazing and ravenous.

"Okay," she breathes back, pressing a kiss to below Three's lip, and then another on her jaw, and one more on her neck, and one more beneath that. Three's skin is molten and flushed and burning, too, and Eight can feel the drumming of her hearts beneath the flesh. When the sharp edge of Eight's beak scrapes against the skin, Three quietly gasps once more.

Feverishly, Eight forces their lips together once more, and Three softly cries out.

Between kisses, Three mutters Eight's name, half moan and half plea.

Something in Eight snaps. She's uncontrollable. Insatiable. Eight wants her. Eight wants to hear her name on Three's lips again and again. She wants to kiss Three till she's delirious and dizzy and she doesn't want to stop. She wants to leave Three breathless and gasping. Beneath Three's shirt, Eight's hand twists and tugs at the piercings adorning her skin, and her breath hitches just so, her voice shaking. "Eight," she gasps once more, and Eight covers her mouth with hers once more and their tongues tangle.

Fuck.

Eight wants to ruin her.

With a low growl, Eight slams her against the wall and Three whines pitifully. There's absolutely nothing stopping her now, and she fumbles with the hem of Three's skirt as-

Three loud knocks come from the door.

Eight really, really wants to ignore them right now, but Three weakly shoves her away. Balancing herself against the wall, Three calls, "Who is it?"

"It's me," comes Four's voice. "Sarah."

{Vives'helne,} Eight swears beneath her breath. With dark eyes, she watches Three slowly catch her breath and walk over to the door, opening it.

God, Eight wants her. Eight wants her so fucking badly, and Eight can't have her.

"Happy birthday, Summer!" Four greets with a smile, immune to the veritable assload of sexual tension in the air. She shoves a box into Three's hands, who accepts it clumsily.

"Ah- Um, thanks, Sarah," she mumbles. The ends of her tentacles simmer a dark bruise-like blue, but it stays somewhat stable. Three just takes a seat on the ground as she unwraps it, and her face (and mantle) light up when she realizes what it is. "I- Oh my god, Sarah, you did not."

"I did!" Four exclaims, clapping her hands together.

"What... What is it, exactly?" Eight asks, looking over at the box. It's... Well, it's a white box, with text on it, and a picture of a thin... Tablet, of sorts. "A... Drawing tablet?"

"It's to help with art," Three explains quietly. "So you can draw on computers and stuff. My old one broke a month back, though."

"... You can draw?" Three nods. "Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"I mean, it never came up," she settles on. "I'm definitely gonna set this up when we get back."

"When we... Get back?" Eight asks, cocking her head to the side.

"You said you wanted to go out, right?" Three explains, carrying the boxed tablet with both arms. There's a certain playful glint in her eyes that makes Eight feel feverish and wanting. "Four can come with, right? It'll be like our first date, won't it?"

Their... First date?

"... You mean the pizza place?" she says slowly. Three walks over to the door to her bedroom, one hand fully turning the handle.

Pushing the door open, she nods. "Yeah. Like old times, right?"

"Right. Like... Like old times," Eight says in response. The door shuts behind Three and Eight wishes she could follow her in and have her all to herself.

"So, um... What were you guys doing today, anyways?" Four asks. "Like, where were you planning on going?"

"... Downtown, I guess?" Eight shrugs. "I don't really know myself."

"Mh," hums Four. "I guess we'll see, then."

"Yeah," she agrees with a small sigh, her body missing the warmth of Three's own. "Yeah, I guess we will."