I'm alive I promise!
As proof here's 800 words of Cirrus/Cumulus bath time.
Magic use, making out, clit rubbing. A miniscule amount of lore. You know all the good stuff.
Many thanks to @mikorsghouls for blessing me with the idea of using air magic underwater. Your brain is so big.
Cirrus is, in a word, comfortable.
The water is hot, the bathroom sealed and steamy. She upended one of Mountain’s bath bottles into the bath before she stepped in. Rose and jasmine petals swirl around her, stick her to damp skin.
Cumulus’ fingers press into her belly, just over her belly button. The other hand rests on her thigh. Cirrus leans back, deeper into Cumulus. Lets the other ghoulette hold her, support her. She tucks her head under Cumulus’ chin, her own nearly dipping into the water. She sighs, bodily. The stress of the day wicking away the longer she sits.
Planning a tour is hard. Harder without Aether around to help. It’s all logistics and phone calls and numbers and a calendar so tight Cirrus is sure one tiny misstep will throw the whole thing off.
The work never ends, and Copia who is usually exuberantly helpful is distant. Tired. Worried about something. Cirrus has found him more often than not in his room playing that ancient video game system looking at the corners of his room like he’s seen a ghost.
He’s crankier than she remembers. More sarcastic. She doesn’t mind that so much except that it’s out of character. She knows the tension is from the upcoming tour. Knows things are at stake. Everyone can feel it. And once they’re on the road it will ease. Being on the road is easy, fun. Exhausting but overall they are all their best selves when they have a show to look forward to.
These last couple weeks before they set out will be torture–already have been. Cirrus has a million things she should be doing right now that aren’t lounging in the bath with Cumulus.
But she really can’t be fucked to get up and do any of them. And, even if she wanted to, Cumulus would never let her.
Cirrus kicks up a purr as she relaxes, eyes slipping closed as Cumulus dances her fingers over Cirrus’ thigh, drawing patterns on smooth skin. Cumulus dips her head to kiss Cirrus’ hair.
“Feel better?”
Cirrus’ answer is a low hum, confirmation.
“Can I make you feel even better?”
Cirrus nods. Cumulus’ hand slips a little higher and Cirrus lets her legs fall open further. Knees pressed to the sides of the oversized tub. She loves this tub. Loves every tub in the Abbey honestly. Nearly big enough to swim in. Built for holding multiple ghouls at a time. The depth of it keeping her and Cumulus fully submerged. Cirrus turns her head, braces her temple against Cumulus’ shoulder.
She kisses the damp flesh. Tastes roses, smells sun dried linen. Home.
Cumulus slides her hand higher. Pets a finger over Cirrus’ slit, gentle but not teasing.
“I learned a new trick.” She hums into Cirrus’ hair.
“Show me.” Cirrus says, angling her head up just enough to kiss Cumulus’ neck now, up over the soft line of her jaw. .
She loves it best like this. No urgency. Allowed to just melt into Cumulus, to stay there for hours. To be touched, to touch, with no expectation. Maybe she’ll cum, maybe she won’t. It doesn’t matter.
She feels the disturbance in the water before the bubbles touch her. Cumulus summoning air beneath the surface. Bubbles dancing over her inner thighs, the pace where her clit juts out just so from her lips.
“Fun.”
“Isn’t it? Gentler than fingers. Good to get you warmed up.”
Cirrus needs this. The warm up. Gentle fingers, bubbles, kitten licks. Time to let her body catch up to her brain. Time and indulgence and decadence. Another soft jet of air hits her, a little more this time, enough to make her twitch, to make her gasp.
“Do you like it?” Cumulus asks.
Cirrus nods, she lifts her head, and turns to kiss Cumulus. It’s thorough. Filled with the same lack of urgency as everything else. Just the desire to kiss. To taste. To feel each other. Cumulus replaces the jet of air with her fingers. The pads of her index and middle fingers dragging over the hood of Cirrus’ clit, spreading her a little, delving into her slick folds as they kiss. Slow and sloppy and decadent, and Cirrus can’t think of a single reason she will ever need to leave this bath.
Cumulus pulls away, she pulls her hand from Cirrus’ belly to guide her head back down, to press it to the slope of her breast. Cirrus’ jaw and cheek dipping into the water as Cumulus cards those wet fingers under the dark curtain of Cirrus’ hair to drag over her undercut. Freshly shaved and soft. Motions meant to soothe, fingers moving in time with the ones stroking through her folds.
Cirrus lets her eyes drift closed again. She lets a haze of comfort and pleasure drape over her.
“Don’t stop,” Cirrus mumbles, lips moving over Cumulus’ ever-steady pulse.
“Never.”
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How does Cosmos and Anti-Cosmos feel about swapping courts a lot? Who was originally the fairy and anti-fairy? When the swap happens, how do the other fairies react? Specifically the families of each one. Is it so natural that when they do swap, the families are like ‘Sup, dude.”?
Nobody's quite sure which was which originally, but it doesn't matter in the end, does it? That's like asking twins if they know which is which. They know who they are now, in the present.
Wanda's so used to Cosmo's flipping, that it doesn't phase her anymore. She thinks he looks cute when he gets stuck inside shadows or mirrors. His little "waaandaaaa" cry for her help is endearing!!! It's ADORABLE!!!!!
Anti-Wanda can't recognize her husband when he's a Fairy.
Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]
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what if i told u,,,,,,,,,,, i had another new au idea
say hello to the 'two-faced' au! where u start to work at the daycare and become besties with Sun n Moon right as Vanny is putting the whole virus-thing into motion. Moon rlly likes u and feels like he can b his genuine Professional Silli Boi self around u, so when he starts having some more murdery tendencies he makes the executive decision to just kinda Lie About It and make sure u don't know! and everything will be fine, so long as u never find out about those missing kids! or where ur coworker went. or why ur other coworker quit. or why that one guy is in the hospital. or,,
(it gets way more complicated when management starts to wonder if u could be tied to all these accidents that only ever seem to happen on ur days off)
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