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Eternal Sugar's slit pupils are blown wide as she stares at Hollyberry. The sheets rustle softly with every little movements that the beastie makes — crawling, inching closer. Soft croons, quiet clicking, deep purring, all coming from her throat.
Hollyberry did assume that "Beast" was quite the literal title at first, a monster to battle, a creature unalike another cookie... and while Eternal Sugar had caught her by surprise, it seems that feeling wasn't completely wrong, either. Hollyberry gives an awkward little chuckle, hand coming up to push gently at the angel's chest. The little distance put between them makes Eternal Sugar whine.
The paws come up, and they waste no time when it comes to touching their beloved. Hollyberry lets it happen. Eternal Sugar's paw pads feel soft, smooth against the warrior's scarred cheeks as she plays with them — kneading, with the slightest sting from her claws.
"Now, now, beastie. Pillows."
Those eyes... Eternal Sugar bows her head down, peeking up at Hollyberry as her pupils dilate and shrink over and over.
"Pillows." Hollyberry insists. "Nice and soft for me, alright?"
Eternal Sugar softens up her paws, retracting her claws just a little. She resumes kneading Hollyberry's cheeks, looking blissfully happy. Such simple happiness... Was that all it took, all along?
Hollyberry just lays back. Not exhaustion, but a certain heaviness in her chest. Warm despite it all. Eternal Sugar senses it just the same, laying her head on her chest, curls resting on Hollyberry's torso. Her tail thumps gently against Hollyberry's thigh — a movement she's gotten accustomed to.
Every touch Hollyberry grants those light wings makes them bristle, flutter and ruffle against her hand. Eternal Sugar croons at all of it. Her tail wags faster, she squirms against Hollyberry's chest, and Hollyberry wonders...
"Sweetling~..." The beastie's soft voice comes out a little strangled. "Hollyberry, please... such touching...! Are you aiming for something?"
"No."
"No?..."
Hollyberry allows an amused smile. "No. Must every touch mean something with you, sugar cookie?"
"Does it not?"
"Perhaps."
Admittedly, Hollyberry relishes the vibrating noises that come from her. It's nice against her skin, it's nice knowing she's causing them. She squeezes, her hand tight but gentle on where the beastie's wings sprout.
"B.. beloved!" It would be an admonishment, if it sounded at all scolding. Alas, Eternal Sugar pants, cheeks beginning to flush. "Do you want something? Anything I can provide?"
"You do too much, don't you? Let us enjoy our time together."
As Hollyberry says that, she squeezes tighter. It's almost cruel. Almost, as she watches Eternal Sugar jolt at it, her little fangs peeking out over her lip as she bites down on it.
"Hollyberry... Hollyberry, while I permit... permit this," Struggling words hardly hide her excitement. "Surely, you do not have to tease me?"
Oh, but, she does.