#how'd you know I'm soft for Rain/Cumulus

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I'm re-reading your ficlets because I have no self control. This is not a complaint. Anyway, I have a prompt, if you're interested! (I know you have a bunch.)

How do we feel about Rain and Cumulus giving each other nice, lazy handys by the lake? Cumulus makes a joke about seeing just how wet the water ghoul can get her, so he goes right on down and turns her into a fountain? :)

Holy FUCK. I've been thinking about this ask for DAYS. I'm not even close to kidding. I'm sorry it took me six hundred years to get to it.

Rain's wet against her hip. Cock leaking, slicking her fingers as he rocks up into her hand. It's slow, lazy. Cumulus sweeps her thumb over the head, gathering more wetness to smear along the hard length of him. Rain huffs out a pleased breath against her neck. They're curled up together in Rain's favorite clearing, out of view of the abbey. The lake laps against the shore by their tangled feet.

One of his legs is hooked over her thigh. He has a hand under her neck, curled around the other side of her head to tangle his hand in her curls. The other is between her legs, two fingers hooked inside of her while he rubs slow circles on her clit. She rocks her hips against his hand, it's easy to get lost in this feeling, the sun on their skin, their hands on each other. There's no urgency in it, they have all afternoon, all day. Rain's breath is cool against the side of her neck. He grinds his hips forward, the slick tip of his cock digging into her hip. "Damn water ghouls," she laughs. "You're wetter than me." She smears more precum across the head, smiling when he hisses, hips bucking towards her hand. He nips lightly at her jaw. He pulls his fingers from the warmth of her body and holds them up so the sunlight hits them. Her slick glistens, stretching between his fingers as he spreads them. He hums against her skin, "wonder how wet I can get you."

She kisses his forehead and watches as he rubs the slick between his fingers. He brings them up to his mouth and sucks both into his mouth with a groan. He pulls them out with a pop. He drags his teeth up the hinge of her jaw over the shell of her ear.

"I bet I could get you soaked, dripping." "Yeah?" Cumulus asks. She tries to keep her voice steady, to drag the joke out a little longer even though she can feel her stomach clenching at the words. She wants to squeeze her thighs together, but can't, Rain has them pinned open with his leg. He drops his spit-slicked fingers back between her legs, he runs them through her folds with little direction, just to touch, to gather more slick on his fingers before he brings them back up to his mouth to lick them clean again. "You don't believe me?"

"It's just a lot of words for a guy who isn't actually doing anything to prove it." Rain chuckles against her ear, and then he's pulling away from her, his cock slipping from the circle of her hand, the weight on her thigh lifting away. Her thighs twitch towards closing, but Rain's hand stops, pressed into the meat of her inner thigh, pressing her legs further open as he fits his shoulders between her thighs. His breath is cool when it fans out over her. She sits up on her elbows to look at him. He drags his fingers through her folds, catching his thumb on her clit and huffing out a laugh when she jolts. He looks up at her, deep blue eyes catching hers as she looks down the line of her body at him. His tongue darts out to sweep over her, gathering slick on the tip before he pulls it back into his mouth with a low groan. She collects words on her tongue intent on teasing him more, but before she can get any of them out, his mouth descends. It's still unhurried, slow, direct drags of his tongue that make her body quiver. He knocks the breath from her lungs. He's sloppy about it, and she realizes she didn't specify who the wetness needed to come from, but Satanas it's good. He's good at this in a way that always makes her head spin. She drops back onto her back, elbows refusing to hold her up anymore. She snakes a hand down her body to latch into his hair as his tongue darts up to flick expertly at her clit.

He holds her open with one hand on her thigh, fingers pressing dimples into her soft skin. With the other he sinks two fingers into her, he presses upwards with them, hunting with practiced accuracy for-- She whines, back bowing off of the blanket, her toes digging into the grass. Rain huffs out a breath against her as he pinpoints that spot and starts to stroke, gently, as she shudders above him.

She digs her fingers deeper into Rain's dark curls, mostly for something to hold onto. Her hips twitch on their own accord, grinding against his mouth and fingers, her body chasing what it needs. Her thighs shake, quivering, as he drives her higher and higher. He pulls his hand away from her thigh, and she immediately clamps both of them tight around his ears. He growls, low against her, the vibration ratcheting her even higher. She can't catch her breath. Her back arches. Her toes flex into the soft moss at the lake's edge. She doesn't have a chance to give Rain a warning. Just as she's about to tell him, he presses down on her pubic mound, hard. She wails through her orgasm, fingers tightening painfully in his hair. There's a rush of wetness between her legs as her muscles spasm around his fingers. Rain moans as he works her through it. When her body stops twitching, Rain drags his body up hers to look at her. Pressing open mouth kisses along her body as he goes. He wipes his mouth off on the back of his hand before he bends to kiss her. One hand still working between her legs, the other coming up to cradle her jaw. "Did I just--" "Oh yeah," he grins against her mouth. "I told you I could get you--." She kisses him, all teeth and tongue. "Do it again."