Rosa's morning routine began with ignoring the antique clock in the room for around a half hour, only begrudgingly getting out of bed once Lysa got tired of waiting and began making the bed with her still in it. At that point, she had no choice but to sluggishly stumble up, yawning as she did which noticeably garnered Lysa's attention.

While Rosa was distracted, she silently sneaked up behind her, practically jumping atop her and wrapping her arms around her before bringing the both of them to the ground. With a sudden yelp, Rosa crashed onto the carpeted floor, her limbs splayed out while Lysa looked down upon her from atop her torso

"... What are you doing?" Rosa mumbled, her eyes blinking down as they continued to try and adjust to the faint light beaming in from the window. Still, she didn't try to push her off, simply staring up at her with an exaggerated tired expression.

With a smirk, Lysa leaned down closer, "Sorry. I just thought you looked really cute, and you have bed-head." She giggled, her fingers slowly combing through Rosa's hair as the one pinned to the ground sighed.

"So, your first idea was to pounce on me?”

“It’s not my fault you’re so pretty... And, I'm really excited for today. Really, really excited. For tomorrow, too, and then the day after tomorrow." Her expression was rather flat, but Rosa swore she could see sparkles in her eyes. "Three whole days, and three nights, too...! And, and, we don't have to do anything except be together. It's like a three-day long date..."

A small bit of air escaped Rosa's nose as she allowed a faint smile to appear on her face, "I guess that's one way to see it."

"Hm?" She tilted her head, "Are you not excited like me...?" Lysa's eyes lowered a bit, her concern not at all hidden from Rosa.

Rosa only rolled her eyes in response to her question, suddenly leaning forward and catching the other by surprise. She placed a quick peck on her lips, and while Lysa was distracted by the sensation, lightly pried her off and stood up.

"... Does that answer your question?" Rosa scratched her cheek, her bare feet beginning to pace across the room. She could tell that she was blushing, her heart beating quicker than what was resting, but that didn't do much to stop her from moving to where she kept her bag.

“Y… yes…” Lysa’s voice was quiet as she simply stood still, a shaky smile on her now warm lips.

Rosa crouched down next to the bed, her hands falling to the metal zipper before opening it up. After she did, she started rifling through the contents, "Mm... And, I mean... how could I not be?" She pulled out a wrinkled tee-shirt, this one worn a tad less than her others. "Having time to just relax-- Well, it's important to not overwork yourself, so... This'll be nice."

She decided to leave out the part wherein it was always Elsie who told her things like that. That rang especially true back in the academy, but she barely ever did listen. She wanted to now. In a way, maybe she was trying to live for her, but was that so wrong? She loved Elsie, she doubted she'd ever stop loving her. She couldn't control that.

"Ah, right. That's very true, it's... yes. That's also what I was thinking..." Lysa mumbled, her eyes hitting the ground in some somber sense Rosa could watch all day.

Still, Elsie was not the only one she was in love with, now.

"Of course, that's not the only part that I'll like," She turned her neck, her eyes barely meeting the others as Lysa rose to watch her speak. "Being able to spend that time with you is even better. If I wasn't with you, these three days would be boring as hell. I'd feel like I was just wasting the limited time I have, but instead..." She let a slight smile form upon her lips as she turned her gaze away towards the floor. "I'll just... be falling even deeper in love with you, each passing moment.”

Lysa was quiet for a moment, staring with wide eyes. Her hands came together as she fidgeted with her pointer finger, “... I really, really love you,” She mumbled.

"Jeez," She rolled her eyes, though couldn't help the smile on her lips from remaining. Even after hearing those words countless times by now, it still evoked some kind of reaction from her. A flutter in her chest, a certain pleasant nervousness. After gathering her outfit for the day, she placed it on the bed as she approached the other. She took a small glimpse at the clock, "Go get dressed and I'll give you another kiss."

Lysa jumped at her opportunity, nodding her head quickly and excitedly, "O-of course, right! Of course. I'll-- I'll get to that right away! Then, we'll go out later, right? Or, do you want to stay in today...?"

"I wanted to take you somewhere," She lifted her arm to rub the side of Lysa's face, her thumb gently running over her cheek. "Without a lot of people... I don't want people looking closely at you, wouldn't go well..." It lowered to her bottom lip, and she applied the slightest bit of pressure. She leaned a tad closer as she pried them apart, the cold contact prompting a light gasp to escape from Lysa.

"B... because you don't want anyone to know what I am, right...?" Lysa murmured, her eyebrows furrowing just a tad.

"... No," Her tone was more stern, her thumb moving past her lips and grazing her tongue. "I... want to be the only one allowed to look at you. No one else. The same for you, too... I wanna be the only thing you pay attention to these three days." She paused, her eyes low, "I'm yours."

She shuddered under her touch, a muffled, "Rosa..." leaving her partially covered lips. Her legs felt weak as she had to lean against the wall, looking up at her with watery eyes.

Rosa froze, her eyes fluttering to the right as she leaned back. Releasing her digit from the other's lips, she apologized, "I-- Sorry, I... I don't know what came over me." Her throat went dry, lightly biting down on her own gums in some sort of attempt to do... something. Anything. To perhaps release the built up feeling.

She began to separate, but was stopped as Lysa grabbed onto her sleeve, her claws out, her breathing heavy, and her irises red. She swallowed hard, silently and shakily looking her up and down, all as she spoke out in a shaky tone, "My-- My heart... is pounding... I didn't know it could go this fast... I-I thought I was just thirsty, but... no. It's similar... but different..." Her nails dug into the fabric, though didn't dare scratch Rosa's skin. "... I feel hot."

Rosa couldn't move. Not by Lysa trapping her, but instead, she simply could not control her muscles. Her words sent a certain shivering anxiety through her body, one that, begrudgingly, was excitement. The other source overpowered it, however.

She broke free from her grasp all the same, as if something else entirely took control, taking a step back as she quickly took the clothes she left upon the bed. "I'm gonna go get changed.”

"... Okay."

She ran.

The moment she closed the bathroom door, she slid down, hitting the floor with a near silent thud. Her breath was shaky, but just like Lysa, her heart was furious, and equally so, her skin was burning. It was as if she had run a marathon when she merely had to take a few steps, like every part of her was exhausted, yet energized.

And it was all her fault. It was like something took her over as she cornered Lysa, that was too in the moment to think, to analyze, to be rational. Again, just like the day ago, she had forced herself upon her in response to an emotion more powerful than anything else. Her own was about to drive her mad.

Why, God why did she have to do that? A simple good morning kiss should have sufficed, but her desire was different, unbearably different. And it scared her more than nearly anything else.

Rosa didn't really have much experience with this manner of attraction, of desire. Once. Only once could it be said that she and Elsie enacted something considered sex. She didn't feel like she lost something from that night with Elsie, but it was truly... frightening. A pleasurable anxiety. Completely and utterly overwhelming, and she was horrified that she may hurt her. How was she supposed to handle hearing each of Elsie's quiet sounds in response to every tiny movement? She wanted so much that it hurt. She wanted everything, every last bit of her. She just wanted more.

It's not like her first time went wrong, or anything. She had a small freak out, and that was it. Other than that... It was nice, she enjoyed making Elsie feel good. However, it made her panic in a way unfitting of what should be a wonderful experience, what it was for her love. The thought that she was ruining things just made it worse, and, so she'd crack. Crack apart and become fragile. Ineloquent words devolved to simple, pitiful whines.

She felt so horrible, but still, she felt something else too. Even now as she ruminated, recalled her failures, her pains, and ultimately held back an attack, there was a certain sensation in her lower stomach. Something that made her press her thighs together and clutch onto strands of her own hair.

There was a knock at the bathroom door. It made her flinch.

"... Rosa?"

She didn't respond.

"Are you... okay?" The voice of Lysa hesitated, the added silence making Rosa all the more desperate. "I'm really, really sorry... I really didn't mean to hurt you."

"..." Her breathing quickened, her nails beginning to dig into the palms of her hands. "You didn't," She just barely managed to whisper out.

"But, you are hurt," Her voice broke with such ease, it prompted her to scoot away from the door. "... Can I come in?"

She went to instinctively move to place her hand on the door knob, but stopped, continuing to sit on the cold, hard floor. "... Don't want you to see me like this."

"I... I can't just let you suffer alone, though. Please..."

It was painfully difficult to say no to the one she loved.

"... Kay." She let out before she could even anticipate the regret that may come.

When Lysa twisted the cold metal that separated the two, and promptly pushed, she was met with the sight of Rosa sitting against the opposing wall. She was practically hugging herself, hiding her face with her arms, and... trembling. She thought that having gotten dressed would have given her enough time to recover, but... no.

Slowly, carefully, she began to approach, one step following the other. Upon reaching her, she sat down after noticing her not shrink back nor recoil. Sitting next to her, she mimicked her actions and crossed her own arms, and though they were not close enough to touch, they could feel the contrasting temperature of each other. Rosa's breath was far more ragged, however.

"..."

"..."

Eventually, after the painful silence between the two, Rosa leaned her head against Lysa's shoulder, her eyes half closed and downturned. "... I'm scared of... sex, I think." She paused, watching carefully the reaction of the other. It was that of understanding.

"That's fair, right...? I mean... I don't have any experience in the matter, I don't really get it at all, but..." She moved her hand atop Rosa's. "It feels like something big, that might even... change things. In a big way." She gulped, the weight of those words becoming almost unbearable in a matter of seconds. "And, that-- Mm."

"... Yeah."

Again, there was a period of brief silence. The only thing acting as a brief respite was the sound of slowly calming breath and hearts.

It was Lysa this time that broke it, "If you don't ever want to... I'm alright with that. I just want to make you happy."

"But, I... I really want to. I'm just..." She failed to meet her gaze, simply staying stagnant as she held onto her arm. "You saw how I just got before. I didn't even ask you before... doing that-- And, I feel like if I didn't stop myself, I would have... I'd have done more."

"It did come out of nowhere, but... I liked it." She let out a quiet giggle as her cheeks stained a slight pink, "It's sorta weird that I did, though, isn't it? If, instead of you doing it, I were to touch my own tongue like that, it wouldn't really feel like much of anything at all... But, with you, it felt like... I was melting, my head was fuzzy. In a good way, so much so that I really wanted you to continue... But, then I realized you looked scared."

She sighed, "... I probably wouldn't have stopped if I didn't see you tearing up."

She looked confused for a moment, "I was? Huh... I don't think it was bad tears, though. Good, even, since... I kinda, um... Like I said..." She paused, letting out an embarrassed chuckle. "I really do wish you went on."

"Lysa..." She buried her face in her hands, unable to keep her face steady as a small smile pulled at her lips. "... You're way too cute. It's unfair... My heart can't handle it, you know." She peaked out, taking a few glances at the other with upturned eyes as she forced warmth to return to her face.

"It's not like I'm trying to be..." She returned her smile and her gaze, shifting closer and moving her hand from simply atop to wrapping around Rosa's fingers themselves.

She held her close, and ended up whispering, "... Why don't we put off going out for tomorrow? We still have food in the fridge."

"Hm? But, why...?"

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"Well, I..." She put aside her fears. "Do you still want me to continue...?"

"If-- If you do, then... yes. Very much."

Her only response was to lean in, her head slightly tilted. She felt Lysa's cold breath on her lips before they hit her's, but that coolness was comfortable, lovable. It was something that she loved, she wanted so much, wanted to never separate from. She kissed her once more before opening her eyes, "... I hope that suffices as an answer."

Those two simple kisses felt like so much more than all the others in this moment. They felt far more large, daunting, even, yet it didn't stop Lysa from placing another. This one, however, did not break apart, as Rosa prodded her tongue against her lip, gaining entry without a single moment of deliberation needed.

With a slight hum in her throat, she backed away a few inches, "... Wanna go to the bed?"

"Y... yeah."

Rosa grabbed ahold of her hand, helping her stand up and leading her to the single mattress, sitting down next to each other. Both stared forward without saying a word, neither knowing just how to start, how to even talk to each other despite doing it so often. A certain nervousness consumed them both, equally so in ways impossible to put into sound. Lysa tried to stop her right leg from bouncing up and down, but between that and twiddling her thumb, she was unable to stop any sign of tension in her body. Rosa, however, was stuck contemplating the situation in her head, replaying each possibility over and over.

"So," Rosa started, looking away from the other. "Is there... anything specific you want me to do?"

Lysa made an attempt to make eye contact, but after seeing just how daunting that was, immediately returned her line of sight to her lap. With a deep breath in, she spoke quietly, "I don't know... I... liked how you were before. How you were acting, I mean. You seemed confident and sure, and I... I felt..." Her words trailed off.

Rosa hesitantly moved a tad closer, her hand grazing her thigh. She whispered, "... I didn't hear that last bit."

"I mean, I-- I..." She tried her best not to focus on the sudden sensation, her eyelashes fluttering as she repeated herself, ever so slightly louder this time, though it was still practically a mumble. "I felt like I was completely... under your thumb. Compliant, er..." Her silver eyes met a pool of infinite black, and it was more than enough to make her heart pound even harder. "... I felt like I was yours."

It was those words that gave Rosa the push she needed, the spike of boldness that allowed her hands to reach Lysa's shoulders as she gently pushed her down below her. She let out a quiet gasp in response, all the while Rosa tried desperately to stifle her quickened breaths as she leaned down closer.

Looking down at her from above, she could not help but admire the image. The sprawled out figure of her long, straight, white hair against the similarly coloured pillow that bounced with the tiniest movement; eyes that glowed brightly at her, that would flicker back to a film of scarlet at any moment, she knew the anatomy, how they worked. Blood rushes to the head of a vampire in times of heightened engagement, and here, it was what Rosa could only define as infatuation. And, from this, blood from nearby capillaries fill the empty space of the iris, clouding it and applying a bloody shade.

It was those eyes that she was raised to be terrified of, but now, they had her heart racing for a very different emotion.

Thus, she stated, as if it were fact, "You are mine."

It was those words spoken in that low tone which made Lysa shiver, especially in conjunction with how Rosa soon cupped her cheek with one hand, the other moving to pin her left wrist above her head. A sound of surprise escaped her, though it came with baggage, an emotion that followed it and was painted clear as day upon her face.

The hand holding her face gradually slid down her cheek, faintly touching her skin, tracing the edge of her jawline, eventually coming across her pale, pink lips. Following what Lysa seemed to enjoy so thoroughly before, she gradually applied pressure, but that seemed completely and utterly unnecessary as she opened up eagerly.

With a slightly muffled voice, one in tandem with poor pronunciation, she replied with, "Y-yesh... I ahm..." And though her failure to properly communicate embarrassed her, like many other actions Rosa undertook, it filled her with something new, yet familiar. There was a certain power in Rosa's actions, the absolute certainty and control, it all went against the air of helplessness of her own, the one she quickly seemed to grow to love.. Rosa, who seemingly controlled every facet, who was able to make her feel so unlike herself. It wasn't a loss of her identity or anything of the sort, far from it. She felt more in the present, and more real than ever before.

Rosa merely peered at her with an ever-so sly smile, though that was also an attempt to calm her nerves. It worked, at least for now, and so she began to thoughtlessly toy with Lysa's tongue, entangling it between her pointer finger and thumb. This made her breathing become all the more hectic, sharper, like each moment of stilted breath was blissful agony.

An interesting fact on Vampires she once read in an academy textbook came back to Rosa as she played with Lysa's mouth. Her two digits slowly moved, eventually landing near her upper left fang. Then, carefully, she rubbed the bottom of it that would typically secrete venom, cautious especially to not let it cut her, lest any of the liquid end up in her bloodstream. Just a drop wouldn't turn her, but it could still have adverse health effects in the case of a weak immune system.

Still, the sensation of it made Lysa jolt forward, a high pitched squeak and frantic, "Ah!" to escape from her as her face lit up in a bright red. With her cheeks warming, Rosa decided to back off for a moment, removing herself from her mouth as a few strings of saliva followed. She contemplated licking the remnants of spit from her fingers for a moment, but became easily flustered by the idea and elected to simply wipe it away on the sheets.

"Th--They're really sensitive" Lysa stuttered, "... especially when someone else touches them... and at the ends, I..." Her voice became inaudible as the look of Rosa distracted her.

Far more than any other tooth in the Vampiric mouth, the two main upper fangs had an expansive collective of nerve bundles. While primarily a way to detect any injury to the fang immediately--- as without regenerative properties, the loss of a fang could be detrimental--- they also acted as an added incentive to feed using them, thus creating more Vampires. It was a highly effective adaptation, and it worked especially so on the near mindless Bloodstarved Vampires.

"Sorry," She whispered in her ear, her tone hushed. "I heard that it was supposed to feel good... Was it painful?"

"No!" She quickly interjected, shaking her head vigorously. "It didn't-- No, it didn't hurt. It was just... really intense. And, I didn't expect it..." She moved the hand not currently entrapped by Rosa to cover her upper face, to save herself from the growing embarrassment, or something akin to thus, from stopping her continuing. "Please... keep going."

Rosa once more had to deliberate upon what she was about to do.

This time, she ended up deciding to go through with it. With soft movements, she clasped her chin, her fingers slowly moving to Lysa's lips as her heart pounded in her chest. The other's was undergoing a similar reaction to the circumstance, and as Rosa ordered, "Say aaaah," she happily complied.

Leaning forward, her knees buried deep into the mattress in between Lysa's thighs, she began. This time, however, her movements were a bit less certain, having to wonder how just she was going to go about this. Nonetheless, she gently grasped onto her fang once more with her thumb and pointer finger, each side, front and back, pinned between them.

Again, this caused Lysa to flinch, a sharp intake of air being all she could manage. This worsened as Rosa steeled herself and began to rub the tooth up and down, her breath hitching, and her claws finding themselves dug into the bed below them. Her body shuttered, curling towards Rosa as she tried to restrain herself, though it was necessary for Rosa to keep her pinned down or else she would get knocked off. No easy feat considering the enhanced strength of a Vampire, but Rosa's strength was just barely enough with Lysa's convolutions not being completely meaningful.

Still, though, Rosa didn't stop, far too intrigued and equally elated by the reactions she drew from Lysa with each seemingly simple, insignificant movement. While it was extremely weird, that didn't stop her from... getting a bit more than just into it. It got her worked up, the way that Lysa squirmed beneath her; Her legs kicking without success, her hands opening and closing as she tensed, and how she whimpered with her eyes squinted.

"... You're so cute..." She mumbled, her tone so quiet that it was nearly completely covered up by the sounds coming from Lysa, an uncommon and, frankly, rather strange heat radiating off of her. Not at all what she expected from a Vampire, but, then again, she didn't exactly expect any of this.

It was then that she began to feel something other than saliva coat her fingers, or now, a far greater buildup of it. She quickly came to the understanding of what it was, thicker than the surrounding liquid, slightly sticky, and notably metallic smelling, though not blood. It seemed the engagement had caused the fang to let out an outburst of venom, and now, it was clearly beginning to build up past the point of containing it, forcing it to act. Now, there was a thick, slightly opaque, pale liquid trailing down Lysa's jawline, all while Rosa didn't stop.

When she realized this, though, Rosa's first immediate thought was how she wanted to taste it, which confused the absolute hell out of her. There wasn't exactly much research on consuming Vampire venom as opposed to having it injected into the bloodstream, but surely it would have a similar effect...? Moreover, how would that taste? She knew it was made by diluting blood through a few glands, so maybe it would have that same metallic taste that blood had, just like how it had a slightly similar scent. And, wasn't something like milk simply filtered blood as well? In comparison, that didn't sound so gross. In theory.

She slowly stopped caressing the fang as Lysa continued to pant and shiver, moving a small distance away to look Lysa in her currently bright red eyes.

She let the question escape her before she pondered any further, "... Can I lick it?"

"Hnn-- H-huh? I... Ah, um--" Though exhausted, she mustered the answer of, "... Please do." The thought of having Rosa's tongue touching her on a spot like that was simply intoxicating, her head still spinning due to the toll the previous events took on her body. What's more, from her knowledge, this was the first time one of her fangs had been... stimulated enough to release any venom. After all, she had never sunk her teeth into any flesh, no, she never got the chance-- But, she'd never do something like that in the first place!

With her consent given, Rosa batted her eyes and adjusted herself. Her elbows landed on the bed on each side of Lysa, all so she could move lower. Now, practically lying atop the taller woman, she was close enough to see a tiny hole in the fang she couldn't quite pick out before. Rosa could have stared at her curious findings for longer, but a particular whine from Lysa caught her attention, getting her to speed up.

She leaned in close, her mouth right by the other's, looming above her in careful deliberation. Eventually, she let her tongue escape the confines of its home, her head moving forward. With her hand coming to hold down the bottom of her mouth, her tongue ran along the fang, from the base to the tip, collecting it all together. At that point, however, there wasn't much of the venom left on the fang itself, and so, she made the decision to begin moving her tongue against it, just as she did with her fingers before.

Lysa reacted near immediately. Her back arched forward as she silently gasped, unable to stop herself from wrapping her arms around Rosa's waist. It was like a sudden clamp had trapped Rosa into place, though it wasn't like she'd be going anywhere soon even without this added complication. The quickening, quiet breathing of the other now laid under her made Rosa hyper aware of the feeling of the beating heart against her chest.

The taste was... unexpected. Nothing at all blood, to her relief. A bit salty, but not overwhelmingly so, and almost spicy in the way it tingled her tongue. She didn't dislike the taste. So much so she didn't think to stop, but perhaps that was instead because of how sweet the noises Lysa made, especially when they were so close to her ears, slightly muffled by her own flesh.

In all her life, Rosa never once thought she'd elicit such pleasure by a partner through... licking a tooth. Still, there she was, watching in a near trance the reaction of Lysa underneath her. To see her pant, and contort, squirm about with a near desperate force. And, her face, as she experienced all these new sensations, was mesmerizing.

And... most of all, she actually felt comfortable doing this. At least partially, it did not register on a sexual level, more akin to kissing than anything. It was intimate, but it didn't make her lungs shrivel up with anxiety, and just as she did with Elsie, she felt safe with her. There was no pang of apprehension. Just genuine delight, even while in such a... suggestive position, doing such a strange act.

Her head tilted as her licks became a bit more vigorous, and after a particularly strenuous period of time, Lysa had reached a veritable crescendo. It came with a sudden gasp of shuddering air, her claws digging into Rosa's back as her gaze hit the ceiling, a cry escaped her lips. It certainly stung, but she didn't even think of stopping. She gripped onto Lysa tightly, pressing her body closer to keep her contained and near captive in her embrace.

A frantic voice escaped from Lysa's lips, though it came out with a bit of a lisp. "I-I'm-- 'M c-close...! Rosa..."

The disclaimer made her pause, at least internally. She what? Just from...? Just what did she mean by that? Was she referring... to the specific stimulated spot, or...?

That pondering certainly didn't get her to stop, however. Not now, and when Lysa let out a particularly loud yelp, and a gush of venom flooded out from the fang. It flowed onto her lips, and what trickled into her mouth felt the same way it did before, if not for all the more. It took her a moment to realize that she allowed a bit to fall down her throat, swallowing, but she decided to not focus on that, or really, to externalize it completely. She'd worry about the effects later, as it was much more pressing to focus on Lysa and her current reaction.

With a cli-- ending reached, she laid there below Rosa, panting heavily, though the breaths continued with intervals of sharp hisses of air. There was a thin layer of sweat coating her forehead, her hair now a mess, splayed out against the pillow in a beautiful scene that Rosa instantly committed to memory.

She released her, in hindsight, far too tight grasp on Lysa, using her elbows to gently lift herself up. Not for distance, no, but rather, to get a better look at her in the moment. Lysa, too, released her sharp hold on the other, her claws having retracted to better remove herself from the punctured cloth. Other than that, however, she couldn't do much. Nearly every muscle in her body had grown limp from the new sensation that had previously overwhelmed her. It was all so, so new, and she adored it.

Rosa the residue of saliva and venom from her own face using the back of her hand, trying to tame her racing heart. And, it may have been a tad presumptuous of her to think so, but the gaze she was given as she turned back to Lysa was one filled with a genuine euphoria. Complete and utter rapture in those scarlet eyes, and perhaps that bloody gaze would still frighten her if not for it being the vampire she loved in specific who those eyes belonged to.

After a moment of silence between the two, one where they simply looked at each other with a similar feeling shared, Lysa softly spoke with a hushed, fatigued tone, "... That was amazing..."

It made Rosa's chest tense in the most wonderful of ways, forcing a small smile to appear on her face. "I'm glad..." She whispered back, laying her head atop Lysa's shoulder. She was a tad surprised by how sore her tongue had gotten, and if the feeling in her back told her anything, Lysa may have just drawn blood. She was fine with that, though. She could handle a few tiny cuts if it meant making Lysa feel so good she didn't even realize what she had done.

Still... she couldn't help but feel weird about this. Not in a bad way, it's not as if she hated what she had just done, but it wasn't really... Well, it wasn't quite...

"Hah... That wasn't really sex though, huh..." Rosa nonchalantly added, though it made Lysa's eyebrows raise.

"W-wait--? That wasn't...?" Her words trailed off, though the expression on Rosa's face reassured her that she had done nothing wrong. "... Really? But, it was-- it felt so... good." She didn't have the proper vocabulary to quite explain how she felt, yet her emotion was extremely clear nonetheless.

Rosa chuckled quietly, nuzzling into the side of her neck. She was warm, that was new. It made her nostalgic. "At least, not what I'm used to... not what I think of when I hear the word, anyways. But, if it's really that nice for you, I guess it's up to your own perspective. What counts as it, I mean."

Lysa let out a quiet hum, thinking for a moment. "Would..." She hesitated. "... The real thing feel even better?"

"I dunno... I can't feel what you feel," Rosa answered, taking a deep breath in as Lysa's scent relaxed her. The sweat accentuated the particular aroma, of which was unique to her and her alone. She always smelled pleasant to her, but, perhaps she was looking, or in this case, smelling through rose tinted glasses. "... But you did have a super intense reaction from just this. Honestly..." She moved closer to her ear, her voice low and quiet. "It was really something... seeing you that worked up."

She took in the sensation of Lysa trembling under her, drawing a line with her pointer finger across her arm. At times, she found herself acting differently than what she'd expected herself to, especially since meeting Lysa. Just where did the old Rosa go? The one always subordinate to someone else? Simply the daughter of Sanctuary's General, a soldier who'd always listen to orders...

She couldn't quite see that woman anymore, and she didn't know how she felt about it. Was this all the influence of Lysa? Or... did Elsie's death affect her more than she ever thought possible? Was it the brand new freedom that had been thrown her way? The feeling of taking a life?

"I feel like..." Lysa wrapped her arms around her, hugging her tight. "I love you a lot."

... Whatever. She didn't care if she was changing. What she cared about was her.

"I love you too."