A/N: Updated because I can, and I totally will.

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Steam gathered in the engine room, adding to the already-sweltering heat of the place. Not that Lark or Piper minded- they were too busy making out to really care. Plus, Lark enjoyed the way it felt to be almost human and sweating; she drank water just to keep enough moisture in her body in case she needed it to create...

...things.

Piper exhaled around Lark's lips, sighing softly with her hand tangled up in the poltergeist's thick black locks. "We need to go somewhere else for this," she murmured even as she pushed Lark up against the wall.

Yeah, you're right... Lark sent back, arms around Piper's waist, squeezing her round, perky bottom.

"Like, my room..."

Or the utility closet...

"...Or the kitchen table..."

That surprised a loud laugh out of Lark, enough to cause her to pull away and just try to get enough air to laugh. Not that she needed air. It's just, she couldn't make natural sounds without expelling air. She could quiver mentally though, the bright bubble of joy rippling inside her.

Still, nothing quite compared to a good loud laugh.

Except kissing some more. And hearing Piper speak into her ear, the vibrations sending shivers all down this fake crystal-created body she possessed. Which actually led her to what seemed like a pretty good idea. "And, you know, I think there's some strawberries left in the fridge..." She trailed off teasingly, waiting for Piper to up the ante by something even kinkier.

Instead, however, Piper grimaced and said, "Ugh!"

Lark felt the attraction take a nose dive, fall back, come to a screeching, screaming halt complete with the sound effects of squealing tires in her mind and automobiles crashing. She held Piper at arm's length, deeply offended, repeating, "Ugh?"

"Umm.."

"You know what, never mind." Lark shook her head, half-laughing again. "I'm just going to be nice and assume that "ugh" was a sound you made out of pure erotic ecstasy."

"No, that came out wrong-"

Lark's eyebrows shot up. "Whatever do you mean?" she asked, voice sounding almost innocent. "Wrong? How could it come out wrong? You couldn't contain yourself. You needed to say it. You were just. That. Hot."

"It's just, I don't like strawberries!"

"Oh, duh." She couldn't believe she'd forgotten that- but then, it had been the heat of the moment. Still, now they were presented with a problem that needed to be fixed. Lark had to consider this serious matter for a good five seconds before coming to a solution. "There's pineapple, too."

Piper's hands rested on Lark's shoulders, the other girl locking her arms around her waist and pulling her closer. "I like pineapple."

"I know you do." One hand slid up the back of Piper's shirt, gently tracing lines and patterns across the smooth chocolate surface.

"Pineapple is good."

"Mm-hmm."

They got caught up in another long, lingering kiss, slow and deep, pressing for more, before Lark popped out of existence- probably already teleported into Piper's room- and Piper left separately to go tell Aerrow they'd finished all the minor repairs to the engine room that Junko wasn't able to fix (the wallop had a cold and had been in bed all day).

And Finn waited until the girls were gone before repeatedly banging his head against the engine room wall, wishing he'd thought of a better place- any other place- to hide his chocolate chip cookies.