Complete 18+ Private Solvale Every MMORPG Makes You Do These At Least Once.

[Fiora Di Angelo]

"Yup, a bath tub-" She responded, just a second before the echoes of a protest came after, so familiar despite being such a recent reaction, it almost made her nostalgic to hear Ronja call out to her like that and laugh while at it. "-And that's my name."

Once the funsies concluded, Ronja's wishful thinking had her curiosity spark. There were many rooms, but they didn't check them all, did they?

"I'm sure there is. This place is huge and this man's pretty wealthy, even if we don't really know much about him. I would be shocked if he didn't." Which should be strange by all means, but this wasn't the time and place to think about it too hard, knowing present company would enjoy her frowning less and focusing on relaxation, the core of their little farming adventure.

The next minute was spent opening doors, finding just more bedrooms, a closet that functioned as a wardrobe for some reason, the main office, and finally the closest to a bathroom there could be, given the enclosed space, the change in style compared to the rest of the house itself. Almost like they were on a sauna bath rather. The floor had gaps, small enough to allow water to leak through. The compactness of the room is reminiscent of japanese baths, favouring small rather than large.

A set of small stools rest on against the right wall, where towels made out of fabric wait to be used, aswell as a little shelf holding the most blocky soap ever created, a box containing ash, and two buckets, socketed with four different aquamarine gems around it's circumference, which contrasts enough with it's simplistic design.

"This does look like a bathroom alright." Fiora went over to pick up one of said buckets, almost dropping it in the process, her lips parted to a gasp. "Woah why is this full?!" She pointed out, as some of the water spilled over the floor, absorbed between the planks and... The bucket was full again, after a moment passed. "...You know I'm tempted to steal this thing now. He won't miss it, right?" Given the bright shine within these gems, she knew better than to question magic and simply left it to on the ground, turning back to Ronja with her hands behind her back. "So. Wanna take a bath? I mean I don't mind waiting outside if you want some privacy."

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

"He does look like a rich guy. But not all rich people have bathtubs-" Ronja paused, crossing her arms as she tilted her head, pondered, and then slowly resumed her words. "Actually, maybe you have a point." She nodded.

With further exploration, the eventual 'bath' they found was nothing short of amazing. Ronja whistled in awe, looking at the bathroom and reminding herself of the one in the real world. This one, however, had something the one in real life didn't have.

Her gaze slowly shifted to Fiora, with a rosiness rising on her cheeks as she shook her head negatively. "Ronja... Thinks that this bathroom has plenty of space for the two of us." She said, managing to keep her gaze on Fiora for long enough before feeling the embarrassment growing overwhelmingly, forcing her to avert her eyes and her fingers to fidget nervously.

"I-If you want... That is..."

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

"Yeah but this is Terrasphere. Technology's in a weird spot. Sometimes it's all fantasy, sometimes it's a bit more advanced than that, then you have robots with railguns," Dropping a finger down, the elf gave Ronja's nose a boop. "Like you and your slingshot." She concluded.

Might aswell prepare the bath, the simplicity of it's design must be a testament of a complex web of machinery or magic happening behind the curtains. The floor's design, the fancy bucket that always refills, soap bars and sponges. Some of these elements matched the era, others did not, influenced by Starcalled most likely. Inventing something that already exists is easier than coming up with the idea in the first place, isn't it?

Once a stool was set, Fiora's gray hues met Ronja's embarassment head on. "Yeah, I would love to." She replied, in calm demeanour that betrays how hard her heart beats against her chest, and a moment of a pause that had neither of them act other than to show off matching shyness. Finally she acted, taking a deep breath and turning her back on the magia to better strip herself of her garments, until nigh a piece of fabric clings to her. Noticeably so are the scars and purple spots on her skin to symbolize bruises. Despite wearing armor, that didn't protect one from damage, only minimized it as it can be seen upon the elf's muscular frame.

"We take care of you first. There's less to scrub with ya' being so small." Staring back at her sideways, her right foot pulled a second stool to be set behind the first, sliding over to take a seat on it. Surprisingly comfortable for wood, and good-looking with such ivory, everwhite tone on it's design. "Besides, gotta make sure you don't miss a spot with me." Smug as a goblin, she flexed her right arm just to showcase all that power on a veiny bicep. Pow!

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

"You are right, technology here isn't that much consistent, which is expected when you have magic." Ronja nodded, wondering for a moment if Terrasphere was the reflection of what the world would be if they had magic to compete with technology.

Her eyes then peered at Fiora, chuckling when she mentioned her slingshot, having a fond smile on her lips. It was one of the few equipament she had on her that she never left inside of her inventory. Like a charm, a reminder of when they met.

When Fiora confirmed they had the same wish, Ronja's cheeks turned redder as she averted her face, listening to the sounds of Fiora undressing, which prompted the Magia to do the same.

Starting from her tank top, Ronja removed her clothes one by one, side glancing at Fiora and noticing the scars she held, wondering for a moment... How many of them were made when Fiora saved her life?

Ronja fidgeted, averting her gaze once again as she finished undressing, reaching for a piece of fabric to cover herself.

"Y-You are right..." She said, forcing herself to look at Fiora, moving closer to take a seat before looking at her flex and show off. The magia held a laugh back for a moment, that soon slipped in the form of a sheepish giggle, which was enough to calm her down.

"Ronja won't miss a thing... so don't miss Ronja either." She said, turning her back at Fiora while sitting. Different from Fiora, Ronja's body was much smaller, compact, and with accentuated curves, along with a soft looking skin, that served to highlight the redness that reached even the tip of Ronja's ears, something unnatural for a Magia, yet existent in Ronja's features.

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

"You are right, technology here isn't that much consistent, which is expected when you have magic."
"Magic and technology mixed with it, and who knows what else. Vintergard surely is something, even if we didn't get too far in. Wonder if we can find more stuff similar to the dragonship around TS." Fiora shrugged, her own way to hide an attempt of a frown. Vintergard still felelt incomplete in her to-do list, and her unconciously speaking about it despite her personal promise not to made her mind less lenient with itself.

Finding Ronja's eyes to be anywhere else felt normal given the case, this was a rather intimate moment despite it all. Was this normal in the olde' times of public roman baths? Possibly, but the present was a far cry from that era, yet she still questions how good of an idea it is. That sheepish giggle put her doubts to rest, just on time for her own shoulders to lose their tension, and settling her hands on the magia's instead.

"I'll always miss Ronja when she ain't around." She giggled, giving a few strokes to her shoulderblades. "Close your eyes."

Fiora started with picking up the bucket of water and pouring it slowly atop of her hairs to drench her whole body first. The soap needed a few tweaks, and with the strength on her digits it only took a second to break and mold the hard thing into an oval shape to better scrub Ronja's body with, quick motions to begin with, slowing down half a second later.

She didn't want to rush it, least she misses a patch of skin, which was surprisingly... Human, despite being a magia. Even when her fingertips barely trail across, there's little to no difference to how her own did, calloused and scarred flesh aside, which was the biggest difference between them.

"What's with all this tension, didn't know androids could get so anxious." Playfully said, Fio leaned in, planting a quick smooch on her lover's cheek. Oh but if that did matters worse, then certainly it's a success for the elf, specially given the cheshire smile plastered all over her face letting Ronja know exactly that. "You know, when we first met, I was guided by the strings of fate. The only thread I ever seen linking me to a place, then it turns out that's where you would end showing up. A friend had a similar experience with a girl he liked." The revelation was a long time coming, despite being just a shocker, yet all the more difficult for her to speak about. "I don't believe in fate and all that, but hey, something wanted us to meet. Just proves me this game is creepier than it seems."

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

"We can find, but maybe Ronja could even create something like that if given enough time and resources." Ronja said, pondering it with a frown. "Ronja had practiced a lot, and she must say she has learned plenty. Enough for Ronja to understand how the 'science' of magic can be applied to technology." She admitted, smiling timidly at Fiora with a side glance, wondering if the other wouldn't find that topic boring.

At Fiora's confession of always missing her, Ronja could only avert her face while it heated up and reddened, closing her eyes when feeling the strokes on her shoulder blades, that was enough to make her fidget in anticipation.

The initial water wash made Ronja shiver, feeling the cold prickling her skin before Fiora began working with the soap, which slid across Ronja's body with the same ease as it would in a human one. "Ronja is... Ah-!" She squeaked, smiling sheepishly and chuckling. "It is hard to not be nervous with a pretty woman taking care of you..." She said, before Fiora reminded her of the first time they met.

"... That day was magical in its own way..." Ronja said, looking at the ground when her eyes opened again, brushing away the hair that partially blinded her. "... Maybe it uses the psychology of the player to find the perfect partner?" She wondered, a bit playful, however.

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

"Build something like the dragonship? Damn, didn't know you were this ambitious." Awe-struck, Fiora tilted her head just as Ronja sideglanced back at her. The topic certainly eluded her pool of knowledge given how magic itself did, and science is just another of these. She knows how to operate it, and that's all she needs, the technicalities could be left to those who wish for them. She got the practical results.

That doesn't mean she didn't pay attention, and actually waved her hand in gesture for the magia to continue once the silence turned long enough for her to notice her input was needed. "Continue? I uhh, I'll be honest, I didn't ponder much into how magic itself works. But I'll like to hear it." A little smile tugged at the corner of her lips. It was less about the topic in question, moreso that it's Ronja the one talking about it. That's all she needed to be invested in it.

The magia had turned into a bunch of funny buttons despite this being a mere bath they were taking, hilariously so. The squeaking didn't stop her in the slightest, poised to get the job done as if she's being paid for scrubbing people clean, only for the magia to brave up and speak her mind, leaving Fiora with one nerveous smirk and wide open eyes, relaxing soon after into a half-lidded state. "Figures, all you have is Lena at home." She whistled innocently. They were a reality apart, so it's fine to poke some fun at the maid, but something close to a shiver crawled down her spine the moment she did... Odd.

"Interesting theory you got there." She stopped, pressing her hand and the soap alike against Ronja's belly, left hand gently nudging her lover's face to the side to meet gazes once again. "Are you saying we are perfect for eachother because a machine deems it?" The long pause had her gently circle the soap in slow, calm motions, afterthoughts compared to her voice, melodical like any other elf's. "I'l say I know it in my heart."

Having made sure there's not a spot throughfully clean, Fiora left the soap to poor a handful of natural oils atop these blue locks of hair, massaging the scalp with as much delicacy as she could muster, given the rough, coarse texture of her hands. "Close enough to shampoo, ain't it?"

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

"You still didn't visit the workshop Ronja has at home, right?" She asked, looking at Fiora with a small and somewhat smug smirk. If there was one thing she was proud of, was her crafting skills, and that made her have a somewhat crowded workshop filled with all sort of random crafts.

The comment regarding Lena made Ronja wide her eyes open as if instinctively startled, before holding back a laugher that soon slipped her lips. "Oh no! Don't you dare to say this in front of Lena!" She giggled, shaking her head and having a small smile to her lips.

"Lena is beautiful, yeah... but not in the way Ronja sees you, of course. Lena... is more like a family." Ronja admitted with a fond smile, that was soon disrupted by the brush on her belly, tickling her enough to make her lips purse so she would avoid the embarrassment of laughing. The touch on her face made their eyes meet, but this time Ronja didn't avert her face, resting a hand on top of Fiora's to linger the gaze a bit longer.

"Not because a machine deem it, but maybe it knew it... Weird, just like this game is. Or... It is just too obvious that we would be together." Ronja chuckled, closing her eyes when the soap was spread on her hair.

"It does feel like one... You are really good at this." She said.

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

"You still didn't visit the workshop Ronja has at home, right?"

Should she... Have?

"Uhhuh? I didn't, Didn't want to get where I shouldn't be, who knows what's in that creepy house." She rolled her eyes, playful in her assessment of her home.

Ronja reminded her as she chuckled not to speak ill of Lena, a shiteating grin on her face as if she were challenging a god of some sort with her statement and Ronja couldn't hold back her own maid from delivering retribution to the elf. "I don't have a death wish, that woman looks like she gonna kill me in my sleep and you don't make her sound any better!" She tagged in for the joke, scratching away at Ronja's hairs and soon after pouring another bucket down Ronja's head. "...Didn't need to drop that much, but a little water never hurts." She gnawed at her lower lips.

"Hey we are not that predictable for an AI to read us like a book. Eitherway I couldn't care less how it happened, just that it happened and that we are here. Obvious or not, I choose who to fall in love with." She poured more oil down her hands, spreading it nice and easy over that blue mane of hers. "And I chose you." A simple fact, just the indisputable truth. Not sugar coated in the slightest because of it.

But that's just how raw her feelings are.

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

Ronja giggled at Fiora's words regarding Lena, shaking her head and half opening her mouth before a sudden water pouring cut any word she would spill short. One of her eyes opened, squinting at Fiora playfully as letting out a sigh before her cheeks grew red at the love confession that caught her by surprise. Even if she already knew about it, her mind and heart weren't used to it yet, even if they were sharing this intimate moment.

"... Ronja has chosen you as well..." She said, rubbing her neck and averting her gaze. "She... She is glad that you took the initiative... Maybe Ronja would have never tried-" Perhaps at the fear of being a dead weight for Nico, a bother, an obstacle rather than someone nice and pleasing to be with.

"Now Ronja realizes how silly she was." She said, "And how amazing you are."

Her hands squeezed against her lap, suppressing the urge to take Fiora's, knowing she was still taking care of helping to clean her up.

"... Ronja also talked to Lena. She is still a but skeptical, but Ronja is sure she thinks you don't mean any bad."

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

"Adorable." Fiora's thoughts slipped out of her lips as Ronja struggled to make a full sentence without stepping through so much difficult terrain in between. Uncharacteristic of the magia given her vibrant, joyful self never falters even in the face of death. Apparently, feelings are harder to deal with than life endangering threats.

"Don't think too much," She repeated herself, giving a last few scrubs over Ronja's hair before stopping all together, and cold water soon begun to pour over her lover's head, a short 'thud' noise followed once the elf put down the bucket on it's place and continued. "Liking someone enough does that sort of thing. Happens to me all the time with you. I still do even." Her hands gently crawled on top of Ronja's, locking their fingers together over her lap, her chin resting over the magia's shoulder. "But you can be silly all you want with me. And no that's totally not me trying to excuse being silly myself." Innocent voice betrayed by a giggle.

"... Ronja also talked to Lena. She is still a but skeptical, but Ronja is sure she thinks you don't mean any bad."

"Yeah she's probably going over my files like the FBI agent she is. But I'm sure she won't get in between." Humored smile on her face as she said so. "We done. I think I didn't miss a spot, unless you want me to do it all over again. Although It's fun and all to spoil ya' princess, I do want to take a bath too."

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

The teasing compliment from Fiora made Ronja's face only not grow redder because at that point it wasn't possible anymore. With the small mention of her not thinking too much about it, Ronja side glanced at Fiora, taking a moment to digest the idea and ponder it over, followed by the reassurance that she could be as silly as she wanted.

Ronja, however, didn't want to be just silly all the time, not when Fiora was taking most of the initiative, making Ronja slightly pensive until the giggle from her girlfriend snapped her back to reality.

"So you are doing it on purpose, hm?" Ronja giggled muffled, pursing her lips and shaking her head. "Ronja won't stand for this." She said, turning to look at Fiora's eyes when she rested her chin on her shoulder, just as their hands touched and held still on her lap. "Don't worry, Ronja is sure we will convince her you are fine... Ronja at least wishes we can, because... Well..."

A sheepish smile crossed her lips, and she didn't elaborate it further, instead calmly putting Fiora's hand away, and turning to face Fiora, still red as a beet, but tracing a hand across her body until she held onto her shoulders, keeping their gazes locked. "... It is Ronja's time to take care of you, right?" She said, gently brushing a hand on Fiora's cheek.

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

"So you are doing it on purpose, hm?"
"Who knows. Maybe I am, maybe I'm not." She played into doubt, all until Ronja locked eyes with her and spoke back her mind about it, getting a little grin out of the elf. "Oh but I'm standing for this fully. What you gonna do about it." Challenging, if only to see how hard she could paint these cheeks red, but they have certainly reached their limits by now. Even for an android.

With their hands together and Ronja explaining her wishes, the magia's voice trailed off mysteriously so, catching Fiora's interest when suddently they were face to face, holding the quizzical expression behind a veil of intrigue as her lover trailed a hand across and reached for her shoulders, a hand brushing over her cheek just as these words, like whispers over the wind, fell over sensitive ears, getting her to blush a pretty pink all over.

"I'm all yours." Salacious in tone, ready to fight back against the short bit of an upperhand Ronja gained, her bedroom eyes met the magia's own, stopping her advance short of letting their lips meet once again as she lingered on place for a little while, cutting the tension like a hot knife once she turned around, giving room for Ronja to work on her instead. And she had plenty to do. Just theat gray mane of hair alone were cascading all the way down and reaching the floor even.

"I think I got a bit bigger ever since I created, well, myself I guess? All that exercise and moving around got me looking real good. Shame I can't do all this in the real world. Too much effort."

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

"What Ronja will do..." Ronja muttered the question, looking at Fiora's eyes and having a wave of options running through her mind, perhaps being a bit too creative-- Or maybe to desiring. It momentarily startled her, however, to think that she could just think like that about someone. Since when she had these kind of thoughts?

Well, she is an adult, after all. But the lack of experience... She was indeed silly.

Good thing Fiora had already approved.

The sentence, and the lips connecting that interrupted any retort made Ronja squeak muffled into the kiss, leaning into it and letting it linger, but not long enough for her to put all her passion onto it. The Magia squeezed her fist slightly, "Teaser." Ronja complained, a bit playful but somewhat meaning a bit of it, then picking up the soap to foam her hands.

"Yours will take a little longer, you are so big." Ronja said, looking up at Fiora.

"Ronja can't even imagine how hard it must be to take care of this hair after a combat." She said, impressed as she actually found herself having to get on her feet, to have a proper positioning to brush the soap across Fiora's body, starting by the shoulders.

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

"What Ronja will do..."

Willingness within these words. There might be inexperience, but Ronja is a rough diamond in that regard. To see the girl try to play seductress... She held back a giggle, opting to take her seriously in whatever promise these eyes could hide. But she had grown tired of waiting, her assault concluding with one little kiss the magia didn't object for longer than a squeak that died off as quick as it came.
"Teaser."
"You love it." The elf replied with half a shrug and a glance from the corner of her eyes, humming to herself just as Ronja begun to pay back with the same coin, shoulders first. "We all got reasons to make our characters look the way they do. I envision my best to be like this... But yeah I'm pretty big, and you are pretty small." She admitted with a chuckle as she noticed how Ronja had to switch from sitting to standing just to get a good angle. "You can sit after you are done with the top, I'm sure you gonna have an easier time with the rest from the stool." She nodded, bundling her hair all the way to the front, as best as she could, to facilitate the task a little for her lover.

"Nowhere near as hard as adapting to walking and running on a different body, I assume. Although I don't always wash my hair. Between one battle to another there could be five minutes for all I care. So long as it looks passable and it doesn't reek, I don't mind it much." Unthinkable outside of the game, but given how Terrasphere functioned, there were enough excuses she could pull to avoid Ronja's wrath. "One day I'll be taking care of yours out of the game too. If Lena doesn't stop me."

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

"Ronja does love it, but-" Ronja couldn't help but feel even more embarrassed as Fiora seemed rather unaffected by her attempt to be a little more proactive. Though that only made Ronja try and convert the embarrassment into determination.

"R-Ronja doesn't need to sit, she wants to take care of you completely..." She said, leaning closer to her ear, to whisper quieter, but close enough for her lips to nearly brush against Fiora's ears. "And here... Ronja can look at your face better." Ronja explained, finishing caressing Fiora's shoulders while soaping them, then carefully rubbing the upper area of her back, not missing the chance to massage Fiora along with it, especially since the hair wasn't on the way anymore.

"Ronja also can do this..." She leaned in once again, gently kissing Fiora's nape- A choice that almost made Ronja lose her mind for a moment, feeling the embarrassment crawling deeper, but keeping going just so she wouldn't 'lose'.

Also so Fiora could enjoy a bit of their time together as well.

"... Y-You say that... But Ronja also wants to take care of you... Out there." She admitted sheepishly.

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

"But..?" She pressured for an answer, ever so curious despite her eyes knowing what she would say already. Or so she thought, when the magia decided to answer to something else, flowing from one question to another as she leaned over.

Fiora blinked once, twice even as her ears flickered and the elf bit down on her lower lips. Sensitive to sound as they were, they got trumped entirely by the bare hint of a touch from Ronja's lips, fully giving in her body to her administrations, her hands gently stroking over her own locks of hairs as she kept them on the front. Each finger causing a ripple all over her body, as if lightning jolted from each spot her lover massaged.

"Keep it up..." Fiora tried to keep her neediness out of her voice, instead blending over with a vocalized hum out of pleasure, her right hand reaching over to stroke Ronja's cheek as she tilted her neck to the opposite direction, giving enough neck for Ronja to work on after her nape had been taken care of.

"... Y-You say that... But Ronja also wants to take care of you... Out there."
"Aren't you being greedy, love?" Gray hues stared from their corners, tucking blueish hairs behind Ronja's ear. "Besides, you should focus on taking care of me right now instead of thinking of doing it later." Assertive mannerisms that almost didn't felt like Fiora's, if only because that tone was reserved only for Ronja to hear and no one else's, just like the way her calloused fingers gently brushed affectionate strokes against her cheek before pulling away. "I'll take care of you out there while you take care of me in here. It's a fair trade, don't you think?"

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

"... But it is unfair to not actually give something." Ronja decided to slip, then listening to Fiora's desiring words, followed by a silent permission for her to continue her 'work' on Fiora's neck. The small Magia was still a big degree of inexperience, but that didn't stop her from trying to take the initiative, following the gesture by brushing her lips across Fiora's neck, with a few gentle kisses in between them.

The last kiss turned into a brief teeth 'scratching', that was what satiated the desire of Ronja going further for now, gazing on Fiora and muttering.

"It would be hard to not be greedy..." She looked up at Fiora, feeling the hand caressing her cheek only bringing more warmth into her, despite the calloused palm being a bit rougher than her far more soothing cheeks.

Ronja continued scrubbing Fiora, looking up at her when she offered a trade, and Ronja shook her head.

"Ronja won't stand for this." She said, waving her finger for emphasis.

"Ronja will only stand for both of us taking care of each other. In here, and out there... Though, Ronja does admit that out there you have more chances to take care of her." She sighed, slightly frustrated about it.

@Fiora Di Angelo

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

Silent groans turned into humming as her voice vibrated against her sealed lips, led on by Ronja's initiative. What she lacked in experience she made up with dedication. "Oh you are giving me something right no-" She replied, voice caught by that one final kiss that made her chest heave with the little gasp parting her lips and her heart race against itself, washed over by heat that tingled all over her while being at her weakest.

"And I thought you were a pure rich girl only." She giggled, finally straightening herself once again and pushing her hairs behind her as Ronja proceeded with her bath, swatting them off her path as her hands would reach out for.

The magia letting one up just to wave it, denying her offer in more ways than one and letting her mind wander off back to the real world, to the reality they both faced when it came to Ronja's own capacities. That frustration had gotten in between them, and Fiora found right to turn around and be face to face with her, with a knowing frown on her face, padding it's impact with a coy smirk. "I accept, but my one condition is that you listen when I tell you to don't think too much about it. You are letting it sour your mood."

Her hands reached out for Ronja's cheeks, reeling her in for a quick smooch on her lips. "No. Thinking. Just do what your heart tells you to do, and we'll make it happen in and out of the game." Giving a little squish at her cheeks, back to her earlier demeanour of not taking Ronja's attempts that seriously. That worked last time on getting Ronja on the mood, it might just be what she needs. "Do you need another bath to get that frustration out of you? I don't mind if you can't help me with mine~"

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

The sequence of kisses and smooches were enough to make Ronja feel more enamored to their small moment of intimacy, with a giggle escaping her lips that were barely touching Fiora's.

"You are the one tainting Ronja." She said, and her index trailed on Fiora's body. "A-And she likes it..." She added sheepishly, closing her eyes while leaning onto Fiora for a moment, still brushing her body with her hands, carefully continuing to clean her lover before leaning away to look at her eyes, with Fiora's hands touching her cheek and another swift kiss being shared.

"Ronja... Isn't being sour. It is just all... Kind of new for her." She admitted, rubbing her neck and averting her gaze.

"Ronja never really had someone like this." Ronja said, fidgeting, half opening her mouth and nearly slipping that it was the first time she had fallen in love, but she quickly closed it, shaking her head and gazing up at Fiora again.

"Ronja wants to bathe you, but... If you want to bathe Ronja again... You can." She paused, looking away, and then back to lock their gaze. "... I-If you give her a reason to... Bath again, th-that is."

@Fiora Di Angelo