No beta for any of these so I apologize for any mistakes or shifts in things, it's a little weird for me to write this PoV
Kanaya: Take a deep breath
It's a bit funny, really. You're the one who started all of this. It's a bit of a bother, how easily she gets you to unravel. Around all the others you are the level headed one, even if you've learned you tend to equip the art of sarcasm more than you used to. Yet here you are, positively losing control on your luminescence all because she sat on your lap.
When you moved in with Rose, it was a bit of an adjustment. The world was new, a surprisingly thriving mix of troll and human society. Since the trolls helped the humans and you are very skilled, your race was able to repopulate. There are cities dedicated to just reproducing trolls where they stay until old enough to move into societies of human and troll alike. It was strange at first but no one seemed to notice but those who made this place. The rest of society just sort of fell into place. So, of course, after dating for quite a while and going through the end of the universe together, you both decided this was the most logical next step.
Moving in together had nothing to do with the fact that you can't seem to rest without Rose now that you don't have your respiteblock from Alternia.
The blending of your two worlds was a little easier after spending years together on a meteor but it was still a bit of an adjustment. Rose needed to get used to your want of bright flowers and plants even if you were now dressing in a bit of a darker way. Fashionable as ever, of course, but the times have moved on. Now you're making more of a punk post-apocalypse style, as Rose has named it. Either way, you've come to adore the dark fashion, even if you wish for colors in your home. You've had to adjust to her eating habits and work schedule, you're both able to work from home most of the time but Rose is prone to lock herself in the study to write. You design and make clothes for a living, shipping them to stores from your place and a small shop in town. Rose has been writing fantasy novels and seems to always need her space.
Though, you suppose, Rose also had to get used to your eating habits. Occasionally feeding from your friends in the living room can be a bit of a sight but most of the time, Rose satisfies your hunger. She prefers to feed you herself but you know how fragile the human condition can be. You'll never feed from her too much.
Now that you've both had a few months to get used to it all, now that this is at home and not just on a meteor hurling through space and time, you're finding that Rose is constantly surprising you. She's very affectionate when it's just you and her. The fun snark that you two can throw at each other and they way you interact in front of other people is still there but you love that Rose's favorite activity is curling up on your lap while you watch a movie or read a book.
Which is, of course, how you found yourself where you are now. No matter what she does, Rose always has the easiest time getting you to glow and blush, bodily reactions you should be better equipped to keep under control.
You had just started watching one of your favorite cooking shows, Rose liked when you got creative in the kitchen, when she wandered into the house. It was a long day for her, meetings about deadlines and reviews going on since that morning, and she looked pretty exhausted as she stumbled through the door. Worry immediately creased the space between your eyebrows but she was quick to reassure you.
"Don't look so strained at seeing me, Kanaya. A simple welcome home would suffice." There's a lightness to her voice, something that causes your lips to quirk up.
"I have already ordered in, I figured you would not wish to wait for me to create a masterpiece. It should arrive in a few minutes." A smug sort of grin found it's way onto your lips at the grateful look she sent you. "I also set out some comfortable clothing for you in the bedroom, go ahead and get changed." The words barely left your mouth before she took off to get out of her wonderfully designed if not a little stiff official work clothing.
She was still gone when the food arrived and you had time to set the table before she wandered out. A quiet sigh of affection slipped out when you realized she had pulled on one of your old shirts, the material long on her shorter frame. The shorts she had on were also of your design but they were actually created just for her. Paired with your shirt, hair absolutely a mess, she looked absolutely adorable.
The sleepy look on her face stayed there as she padded over to where you were standing. You may have rushed her a bit to eat but she was about to fall asleep in her fried rice. It was completely justified rushed fussing.
Once she seemed satisfied you moved back to the living room and here you are.
As soon as you sat down she looked at the cushion beside you, then at your legs, and easily curled up onto your lap. Immediate luminescence. At first you scold yourself. She's tired and obviously in no way up for what that glow would usually mean. Then she looks up at you, smile on her face, and all the worry melts away.
"Now, what is this, Kanaya? Hmm I seem to be causing you to glow a bit, I wonder why that is. Oh, is that, why yes you're also blushing a fantastically attractive jade."
Her words do nothing to stem the rush of your blood to your face, her now wandering hands making it even more difficult when they land in your hair, her fingers tangling in to pull your face to hers.
"Rose, I do believe this is going in a fashion your body is not up for. We could simply-" Your sentence remains unfinished for Rose's lips are suddenly pressed against yours, sparking a sensation you can only call pure bliss. Your glow is completely out of control at this point, only worsening when her tongue teases against your fangs.
A low purr rumbles from your chest against her own and you feel her smirk into the kiss. Your arms have wrapped themselves securely around her waist when she pulls back just enough to lean her forehead against your own. Her fingers are now moving gently through your hair, smoothing out any tangles her grip may have caused. It only causes your purr to grow a little louder.
"What was that you were saying?"
She suddenly seems awake, bright and alert, as her eyes take you in. Her hips give a little wiggle and you suddenly feel a bit shy. You've always been this way when she initiates anything past a kiss or two. The first time she noticed your glow, she found it entirely charming and she tells you she still does. Then she felt your bone bulge and it occurred to both of you that neither of you had any idea what the other was like.
Swallowing thick, you watch as her hand abandons your hair to trail slowly down your chest. Her fingers are light as they touch your shirt, pressing in just enough for you to feel the soft scratch of her nails.
"Kanaya, don't get so shy, it's just me." Her voice is gentle but teasing and it only makes you flush a little more, ducking your head down while watching where your horns are. It's always been one of Rose's favorite things, her effect on you. As her hand dips a little lower, your purr hitches with your breath, chest starting to rise a little rapidly as her fingers dip below the waist of your skirt.
Rose's breath comes out in a gentle gasp and you watch as she snags her bottom lip between her teeth when the tip of your bulge slips between her fingers. Your eyes are half closed, lids heavy with a sudden rush of arousal that hits you hard. An intensity shocks between you as she shifts forward, using her free hand to work your skirt down enough to free your bulge entirely, watching it work it's way until it's fully unsheathed between you. Her hand wraps delicately around it, moving slowly until you're shivering and shaking, a mix of purrs and clicks keeping you from speaking any coherent words.
You're lost in the sensation, the way each move of her hand sends a jolt of heat through your entire body, ending in this build up that you know ends at your nook. You try to move your hand down, to give her some sort of pleasure as well but she simply stops to move your arm away, clicking her tongue .
"This is what I want, you just sit there and let me take care of you as well."
Inexplicably, your cheeks turn an even deeper jade green as your head falls back, her body angling as Rose takes the tip of your bulge between her lips. Your hands shake and flail a bit before one settles in her hair as the other grips the couch, a low growl taking over any lingering purr as her head moves down to let even more of you into her mouth.
Rose makes these little noises when she takes you like this, these soft moans that let you know that she enjoys this as much as you do. She once told you that she gets off on getting you off and, really, that is one of the most arousing things she's ever admitted to you. Her hands run up and down your thighs, nails digging in at your hips as she pulls you in even closer. Your fangs dig into your lip, the taste of your own blood tart against your tongue, when she swallows softly around you.
Then there's a loss of warmth on your hip but before you can ask, your eyes shoot open as she thrusts two fingers into your nook, curling into your sensitive walls as she thrusts gently. You know you're nook is smaller than her human one and she always takes great care to only give you pleasure, pain if you ask for it.
You reach downward and her other hand disappears before coming back up with the pail you keep under the coffee table. Swallowing hard you try to warn her, tightening your hold in her hair. "R-Rose." Her name is slaughtered on your tongue, clicks overlapping with a growl that seems to be constant in your chest. "Please, Rose."
Looking down, you see her smirk before tightening her lips around you, her hand speeding up before curling to hit that one perfect spot. Your vision goes a little fuzzy, body trembling as you let out a sound that Rose likes to call your roar. You can feel her swallowing as much of your genetic material as she can and it just makes your body melt into the couch a little, losing all control of yourself. Soon though you help her up, Rose quickly shifting the pail to between your legs to capture any of your release left.
Your body is tinging, head fuzzy as Rose curls up against your chest. It takes a few moments for you to notice her hips rolling softly, a little uncoordinated against your thigh, little whimpers escaping her own throat. Then it occurs to you that her body is shivering ever so lightly and you know, just know, she really did get off on your release. Another purr, this one a little proud, works it's way out as you kiss the top of her head.
A few moments later when her body relaxes against yours and the pail has been moved to the floor, she pulls back enough to give you a flushed little grin. "I love you, Kanaya."
Rolling your eyes while giving her an affectionate little headbutt, you press a kiss against her lips, eyes dilating at the sight of some of your blood lingering against her lips. "And I am entirely flushed for you, Rose." Her grin lights up even more, eyes shining with her own brand of mischief. "Would you like to move this party to the bedroom?"
A laugh bubbes out of her as she grabs your hand and tugs you with her off the couch. Her fingers tangle with yours and you have to smile as you watch her walk you to the bed. You have to admit to yourself, her lips warm against your own as you lose yourself once more, that losing control of your flushed glow is more than okay if Rose is what causes it.