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"Don't push your luck, short stuff," Ragatha puffs, though her laughter betrays any sort of bite to her words.
In the privacy of Ragatha's bedroom, which had finally been restored thanks to Caine's efforts, Pomni had been pushing her luck all evening. It started out innocently enough, Pomni playfully headbutting Ragatha's shoulder while the two sat side by side on her comfortable bed. Then it quickly devolved from there, Pomni grasping at her arms, biting her fingers, wrapping herself around the rag doll's middle to try and antagonize her into fighting back. Ragatha finally reaching said point when Pomni, albeit accidentally, bit her a little bit too hard, her surprised yelp and jolting limps sending the jester flying off the bed and onto the floor.
"Being short just helps me in scenario," the little jester smirks, slowly crouching at a snail's pace as to not alert the rag doll to her next move, "I have a low center of gravity," now she's completely coiled, ready to strike, "unlike you!" She springs for Ragatha's middle, torpedoing the two back onto the mattress with a loud oof!
Oh, it's on.
Ragatha retaliates, hugging her soft arms around the jester's head, pressing her face further into her plush chest. Pomni lets loose a muffled squeal, somewhere between a giddy laugh and a cry of protest, her hands scrambling to find purchase on the rag doll's back. The two roll from side to side, Ragatha doing her best to keep the little beast in her arms from escaping.
"I told you!" Ragatha cries out through her peals of laughter, "I told you not to push your luck!" She curls herself over the jester, tucking her chin to rest against the top of her head. "Now you're mine!" She does her best impression of a maniacal laugh, but her high pitched trills don't sound very menacing.
Pomni's fingers fumble until they find the seams where the doll's shoulders met her chest, her hands slotting perfectly into space underneath the rag doll's arms before she gives the weak spot a firm squeeze. Ragatha's laughter promptly morphs into a sharp shriek, her arms clamping down at her sides, mitts balled into fists at her chest. Pomni takes the opportunity to push herself up, dramatically gasping as her face finally breaks from the rag doll's chest. The two lock eyes for a moment, both stock-still, before Pomni scrambles away on all fours.
"Oh, no you don't!" Ragatha roars through her wild grin, up and after her prey at a surprising pace.
Pomni's barely off of her by the time the rag doll's arms claim her once more, pulling another excited squeal from her. Those arms, one of her favorite places to be, were now reeling her little body back and suplexing her into the mattress. Oh, she loves this game. Another fit of screeches, some of amusement and others of defiance, tumble out of the jester as Ragatha clambers up and over her, making her own sounds of enjoyment and exertion all the while. With little effort, her mitts pin the jester's noodly arms assuredly under her.
"How many times... do we gotta do this...?" Ragatha huffs, her breath labored, "You know I'm always... gonna win!" She offers a haughty grin, a sight that makes the jester's rubber heart pound against her chest.
Pomni shoots her a cocky look despite her position, pulling in a deep lungful of air before firing back, "I'm just... going easy on you...!"
Oh, now she's done it.
Ragatha's grin twists into a mischievous smirk before she pounces on Pomni once more, her plush arms winding around the jester, pinning her arms against her sides. Ragatha leans back on her knees, slowly lifting the little jester pitifully squirming in her grasp along with her. Pomni snaps open her jaws as they reach their apex, sharp teeth aiming squarely for the rag doll's neck, as if she were a little vampire about to steal a passionate bite out of her lover. Ragatha catches her out of the corner of her eye just in time, though— with one strong heft, she flops them both back down into the mattress, a startled noise escaping Pomni's already open mouth. A pathetic, choked ack!
Ragatha buries her head into Pomni's neck, laughing through her clipped breaths.
"O-okay," Pomni coughs, "I might have lied about the going easy on you thing," she taps a hand against the rag doll, a fruitless attempt at submitting.
Ragatha doesn't let go, though. Instead, she turns to nuzzle her nose against Pomni's cheek, "That's what I thought!" She gives the spot on the jester's face a quick kiss before dipping her head back into her neck, squeezing her tightly.
Pomni can feel a searing heat creep up her neck and face, and it definitely wasn't from overexertion. After a deep sigh, Ragatha finally relinquishes her hold on her little beast— although said beast's arms and chest seem to chase after the rag doll as she retreats, already missing the warmth from their embrace. She gingerly untangles herself from the little jester, planting her mitts firmly by Pomni's sides, before lifting herself up to table over the smaller woman.
"Hopefully that tired you out," Ragatha chuckles breathlessly, tilting her head to get a better look at the jester underneath her.
Pomni can't do much but stare dumbly back at her, jaw slack. Of course, she thought that Ragatha was pretty from all angles, but this one was new. A plush mitt comes to rest against her flushed face.
"You okay, Pomni?"
"Y-yeah! Yeah, I'm good," she brings her own hand atop the rag doll's cupping her cheek, "I-I'll behave now."
Ragatha's eye crinkles in an amused grin. "Good. Now, come on," she leans back on her knees once more, pulling Pomni along with her as she scootched her way back towards the headboard. "I'm exhausted..."
Pomni can't seem to spare any more words, so she offers a grunt of agreement between her still ragged breaths instead. Ragatha pulls her little jester close, fitting her against her chest as if she always belonged there. Pomni's arms find their way around the rag doll's middle, returning the tender embrace. Her breathing slows, eyelids growing heavy. Apparently their little scrap really did tire her out. It seemed to hit Ragatha at the same time, as her breath begins to deepen, the jester feeling the rise and fall of her chest against her head.
"That was fun," Ragatha quietly pipes up, pulling Pomni out of the first stages of sleep.
Pomni grins, snuggling herself ever closer to the rag doll's chest, "Yeah, it was," she mutters, eyes lulling shut once again, "thanks for putting up with me..."