[ the second awakening is so, so much gentler. she can see it in sirin's eyes, even as the lack of oxygen almost immediately starts to drag her under again. she's understanding. she's starting to realize-
that stelle's here for her. that she's stayed here the entire time. and that she'll stay again, this time, and the next, and the one after that. and when those words are burnt into her mind's eye, searing her retinas and her soul all at once, a great and terrible relief washes over her. she understands. stelle's done what she came here to do.
about ten minutes into the cycle, she finally - finally - manages to pull out from sirin's mouth. her girlfriend's so small, like this, and while that's certainly exciting it's also a bit... fraught, logistically. so she lets the hotel's magic do its work, watching as sirin's throat and mouth slowly knits themselves back together, and when she lifts sirin's body up-
lines herself up against her, enters her as gently as she can while sirin's still dead weight-
it's strange, how much different it feels this time. this isn't sirin's "corpse." this is just another sleep, another form of unconsciousness. she'll be back soon. and this time, when she does come back - to a hand stroking her hair, to her face buried against stelle's shoulders, to the slow, gentle rocks of stelle's hips in shallow movements meant to feel nice for both of them - ]
"Lyublyu." The first part sounds like leu. I've been saying it wrong the whole time. [ -it's to stelle's sheepish apology. ] Ya tebya lyublyu. Is that any better?
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that stelle's here for her. that she's stayed here the entire time. and that she'll stay again, this time, and the next, and the one after that. and when those words are burnt into her mind's eye, searing her retinas and her soul all at once, a great and terrible relief washes over her. she understands. stelle's done what she came here to do.
about ten minutes into the cycle, she finally - finally - manages to pull out from sirin's mouth. her girlfriend's so small, like this, and while that's certainly exciting it's also a bit... fraught, logistically. so she lets the hotel's magic do its work, watching as sirin's throat and mouth slowly knits themselves back together, and when she lifts sirin's body up-
lines herself up against her, enters her as gently as she can while sirin's still dead weight-
it's strange, how much different it feels this time. this isn't sirin's "corpse." this is just another sleep, another form of unconsciousness. she'll be back soon. and this time, when she does come back - to a hand stroking her hair, to her face buried against stelle's shoulders, to the slow, gentle rocks of stelle's hips in shallow movements meant to feel nice for both of them - ]
"Lyublyu." The first part sounds like leu. I've been saying it wrong the whole time. [ -it's to stelle's sheepish apology. ] Ya tebya lyublyu. Is that any better?