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The end of the circus itself involved a lot less drama than expected.



One simple glitch in the way of Caine's coding had ultimately been the demise, tearing the entire place down in a mass deletion of sorts. Before everyone knew it, the all encompassing, migraine aura brightness of The Void had given way to pitch black, and they could no longer feel any semblance of their own physical manifestations.



Pomni thought that she was dead, frankly, until a sensation similar to pins and needles seemed to invade her entire being. It was staticky and painful, for a good while, while she waited for anything to happen.



As the pain subsided, she couldn't help but notice that she felt... heavy. And sore in places she had long forgotten about. Come to think of it, she felt an odd pressure where her eyes would be. Maybe... she could do something?



She opened her eyes.



A white ceiling, with broken florescent lights. She blinked.



She seriously hoped she could move, so she tried. She sat up successfully, much to her great relief. To her slight left, was a vending machine, and to her right, an old metal cabinet. Looking down made her heart skip a beat- wait. She could feel her heart beat. She had human hands, one she recognized as her own. She could feel herself breathe, and she could even feel her stomach growling! Her vision began to blur with tears, and she choked out what was exactly in the middle of a laugh and a sob.



She was her again.



Wait, who was she? She certainly wasn't Pomni, at least not anymore. What was her name?



'Christine Tsvetkova-Kyong.'



The tears dribbled down onto her hands, and she relished in the fact that she could feel it. The name felt familiar, like a long lost hat that was once worn every day. In fact, she vowed right then and there to never take her human body for granted again, despite the flaws that jumped out at her in her reflection every time she would look. She could be happy with acne, stretch marks, cellulite, and bags under her eyes, as long as she was a human.

But, her analytical, skeptical mind kicked in as she pondered. What if this was some sort of elaborate adventure? What if it was all a lie, again?



Only one way to find out.



"...fuck."



She gasped; that settled it. Her voice was raspy and quiet, but that didn't matter. She was free. Utterly, unbelievably, crazily, miraculously, truly free.



"I'm free..." She whispered to herself. She sucked in a sharp breath and spoke louder. "Fuck, I'm free!" A wide voluntary grin plastered itself on her face. "Shit! Ass! Bitch!"



'What about the others?' A small voice in the back of her head asked, and her smile dropped like the dead.



She moved too quick to stand, toppling over on her first try. Her legs were shaky, like she didn't know how to use them, and she gripped the desk beside her. The one with that stupid computer on it.



Before she did anything, she unplugged it with as much malice as she could muster. Picking it up, she turned towards the window, only to fumble it in her arms along the way, for two reasons, the first being she still wasn't used to moving around again. The second reason made her gasp again.



Five more people. Unconscious.



They took longer to wake up, but she had managed to coax them all out of their groggy stupor. Being in the circus for the least amount of time meant she recovered quite quickly, much to her relief. She just felt like she had been sitting all day. Meanwhile, she had learned who everyone really was.



Zooble was actually named Juno Nicholas. They were a leather-wearing punk, to be expected, with dyed pink hair, piercings galore and many tattoos. Christine thought they were cool.



Jax was Felix Brown. He looked like somebody who was chronically online, and used Twitter way too often. Greasy, and still hiding behind his weak facade. Christine left him alone.



Gangle's name was Maya Jeong-Sin. She was timid, looked ungroomed and a little sickly, but was immediately at Zoob-... Juno's side. Christine thought they made a cute couple.



Kinger was actually known as Grant Martin. He still had that faraway aura about him, and he took the longest to wake up. He had messy whitish blond hair and glasses, and a bushy mustache. Christine had taken him to the hospital as soon as she got her car working again, since he wasn't very responsive.



And, Ragatha. Ragatha's actual name was Emmeline Braxford, or Emmy for short. Of all the names, Emmy was the least believable, but to her credit, she really, really bore resemblance to her character. Down to the face shape and everything. Christine tried not to laugh about it. But, she was suffocatingly pretty, and when she looked up at the real her for the first time, she malfunctioned.



"Whoa.." She had said.



'Who the hell says that!? "Whoa.." like I'm in middle school or something. Oh my god.'



But, when R-.. Emmy's eyes met her own... they just stared at each other. Until, Emmeline had spoken up.



"...Pomni?"



-



Emmeline and Grant were both the worst for wear, being in the circus the longest. After a few hours and a drink of water, Emmeline had recovered just fine, but they had all taken Grant to the hospital. All of them (besides Felix) had vowed to keep him company as much as they could. Speaking of Felix, they dropped him off at the nearest psych ward and managed to track down and call his family, not along with the promise of visitation.



Christine, Emmeline, Maya and Juno had gone out to a nearby bar in celebration of their great escape, being fit enough to do so the very same night, and were lucky to not have to present any IDs. With Juno and Maya joined at the hip, they mostly ended up splitting into pairs throughout the night.



Leaning against the sticky bar counter, Christine had more time to study Emmeline's every feature as she tried to talk to Maya and Juno. Every faint freckle on her face, her wild mane of curly red hair, her paralyzing blue eyes. They weren't piercing by any means, being a shade darker in color than usual, but Christine was being thirsty, so they were paralyzing to her. She was lean, and only a little taller than her, and looked like somebody who would ruthlessly bully her in high school. She wouldn't of course; Emmy was probably one of the sweetest people she knew. Despite coming from such a powerful family, she did not carry the aura of some uppity racist rich bitch. She had such a sweet, awkward smile, and pretty hands. The way she would tuck her hair behind her ear as she would look down... god, she'd do anything if she asked. She was adorable, even with the scar underneath her right eye.



But that just made her even more hot. The more Christine thought about it...



"Pom... Christine?"



She was caught, and she felt her heart jump.



"... sorry, I'm still getting used to.." She waved her hand around, sputtering for an excuse. "..all this."



Emmeline laughed a laugh that could make Christine get on her knees and bark, even in the middle of the bar. "No kidding! God, it's all so strange, isn't it?" She smoothly rested her head on her hand, with her elbow propped onto the counter, giving Christine a half-lidded look, smitten in a way, but caring all the same. 



"Uh, yeah.." Truth be told, she didn't really know what to say. Her tongue felt numb in her mouth. Casting down her gaze to her drink, she cringed to herself. Not even a few hours into being human again and she was already fumbling. Not that she had much practice with trying to flirt regardless; she was often overlooked. It didn't help that she preferred to be holed up in her apartment playing on her switch every weekend.



Wait.



Her apartment.



Feeling panic course through her body, she leapt up from her seat. "I'm sorry, Rag-..! Emmy, I have to make a call!" Christine then flew out of her seat towards the door, phone in hand.



-



Emmeline figured that giving Christine some privacy was for the best. Watching her leave was the best part.



Christine was as cute as her jester form. She was quite short, and was more curvy than her, but not by much. She wore a hoodie and cargo pants, and had a red beanie. A dark brown bob framed her round face. And, despite her small stature, she had hands bigger than her own. She had big dark brown eyes that she had misplaced her soul in somewhere, with bigger round glasses to frame them. She presented a little masculine, and Emmeline thought she looked really good as such. She couldn't stop stealing fleeting glances when she wasn't looking her way for some reason. Emmeline loved all the little mannerismic sounds she'd make, and the way she'd care about the little things. She made sure everyone was alright and well. All in all, her human form was beautiful, inside and out, and Emmeline was happy to be back with someone like her.



But, being legally classified as dead... sucked ass. Her giant house had been resold to a snooty elderly couple who wouldn't even bother to help them, as she had offered for everyone to stay there until they were back on their feet. She was lucky she had about thirty grand in cash in her purse, not to mention some fancy designer things in her purse that were considered rare collectibles, including her purse. She had bought everyone pajamas, some food and a booking at a fancy hotel for a week, while they tracked down their friends and family for support. Two rooms, for four people, and she chose Christine as her roommate. For that, she felt a little guilty, and she really couldn't place why.



In the meantime, Juno and Maya were getting... handsy. She tried not to blush as they made out, but she really couldn't blame them for any of it. Being stuck in digital chastity purgatory for years... they were all pent up. And her roommate was Christine for the night. Wait. Fuck. Emmeline couldn't exactly take care of herself with her situation, now. She'd have to keep waiting.



Her frown must have been obvious, because Juno had stopped making out with Maya enough to interrupt her thoughts. "Hey, what's got you all pressed?" Emmeline jumped.



"Oh-! Um... just thinking."



"About what?"



"Uh... human stuff?" Her face had obvious written all over it. It didn't help that Juno was smart, either. She could literally see the dots being connected in their head.



"Hey, it's natural, don't worry about it. If you're implying what I think you're implying." They said, eventually, and Emmeline blushed harder. That was all the confirmation they needed. Maya tuned into the conversation, much to her disappointment.



"What are you guys talking about?"



Juno's answer was short and sweet. "Sex."



Sputtering, Emmeline clutched the fabric of her dress, so tightly that she feared she'd rip it off. "I-!"



"Oh, that's fine! It's natural." Maya chirped, parroting the same sentiment as Juno. "I miss it, don't you, Juno?"



"Ohh yeah," Juno purred, leaning towards Maya. "If you want my advice, I think you should get laid." They said, as an offhand comment, as their attention was fully on their good company once again.



That stunned her into silence. Maya then initiated their session once again, making her blush harder. Some of the men in the bar whooped, but Juno flipped them off.



And they were back to making out within five minutes. Emmeline sighed, and slowly sipped the rest of her drink. Sex. She never really enjoyed having sex. She did it once, with some boy who was her classmate in university. She remembered crying afterwards; she felt disgusting, and vowed to never do it again. She'd rather take care of it herself.



She wondered if Christine was pent up the way she was, too... thinking about Christine needing to get off made her feel funny.  She should stop thinking about it. She should have bought them separate rooms, so they could both get relief. For all she knew, Christine was going to hook up with one of these gross men tonight. An even grosser feeling made itself known immediately, burning through her body. She gritted her teeth. Why was she so upset by the thought? Christine was an adult who had her own life, hell, maybe she already had a boyfriend. That thought made her drink bitter. After mulling it over as best she could, she decided that the feeling was simply wanting to protect her friend from strange disgusting men. Yep. That's what it was.



She knew she was lying to herself, deep down.



The woman in question then came back into the bar, looking exhausted, but it made her perk up. She then took her spot beside Emmeline again, and for some reason Emmeline felt her body want to explode.



"Heyyy, Christine," she began, trying her best to appear normal, and definitely not thinking about human stuff. "What's up?"



Christine looked down, oblivious to her plight. "I lost my apartment... and my job."



"Oh.." Emmeline's nervous smile dropped. That was serious. "I'm sorry."



Christine just grunted in reply. They all did, really, but it didn't make it not hurt.



"Hey, me and Maya are going back to the hotel. You comin' or no?" Juno piped in. It was clear what their plans were.



As much as Emmeline wanted to sit here and drink and drink and drink, she really hated the way the men were looking at her, and at Christine. "I'd like to go back as well, but I can stay if Christine wants more time here." She cast a nervous glance to the woman.



To her immense relief, she shook her head. "Nah, let's go. I'm tired."



Lucky for them, the hotel was right across the street, where they were parked. The four split into pairs, and went their respective ways, bidding eachother goodnight. Their rooms were both at the top floor, being the most luxurious, because Emmeline enjoyed spoiling them, and figured they all deserved something fancy right now.



"You really went all out, huh?" Christine commented as they went through the doorway. There was a hot tub built into the corner, and a high ceiling with a fancy chandelier, and big arched windows, and a massive, fancy, circular bed.



"Y-yep!" Emmeline laughed nervously. There was only one bed... she'd let Christine have it. She would sleep in the chair beside it. She sat down in it. "You can have the bed."



Christine gave her a weird look, but not weird like judgemental. Weird like she was hesitant about it herself. "...we could share..? It's huge."



Emmeline panicked. "Oh! Yeah! Haha! Of course! Um... which... side do you want?"



"I'll take the wall side..." She trailed off as she cast a nervous glance to the floor, collecting her new button-up pajamas.



They took their turns in the washroom getting ready for the night.



Christine flopped down on the left side, and set her glasses on the bedside table, but she left the lamp on. Emmeline slinked onto the right beside her, not knowing what to say, and not knowing why she was acting so damn awkward (she knew.)



Neither said anything to break the silence. Christine had her back turned to her, and Emmy could only assume she'd dozed off. She felt the guilt return, as she admired her. She sighed. She wished she could at least talk to her some more; she felt like she could talk to her for hours at this point, about everything. But the younger woman was probably too tired. So, she shuffled closer, close enough to whisper.



"Good night, Christine... I hope you sleep well.."



She didn't mean for it to sound so forlorn.



"I'm awake," Christine responded, quietly. She shuffled around to face her, and they ended up being closer than expected, and she was met with the shame and embarrassment blooming all over Emmeline's face. "But if you wanted to call it a night, we can?"



Just as the quiet atmosphere was built, Emmy shattered it with an awkwardly loud laugh. "Hahah! That's fine! I'm fine!"



Christine pursed her lips, and sat up after a moment. "Are you, like, alright?"



"What? I'm fine!"



"Are you sure? I won't judge, it's been a big day..?"



"Totally okay! Yup!" Emmeline could feel her smile start to crack. She was not ready to acknowledge how much therapy she'd probably need for the rest of her life. Christine just looked at her oddly again, and she wanted to wither away.



"Actually," Emmeline piped up after another staring contest. She looked down, and then back up at her. "Are you alright?"



She knew the truth already; losing her apartment and her financial stability must have been hard. She'd planned to offer to live with her for a bit, as much as it made her heart flutter. It'd be strictly platonic. She knew it wasn't the time to propose such a thing, however.



Christine paused, her trigger answer stuck in her throat. She forced it out anyway. "I'm fine."



Emmeline moved to sit up, gazing at her. The attention made Christine blush. The mere fact that they were sharing a bed was enough to make her combust; she was suddenly all too aware of her situation. Now they were both acting weird.



As much as Christine didn't like it, maybe small talk could rescue whatever this was.



"Hey, what were you and Juno talking about when I was outside?"



She watched Emmeline's eyes widen, and she sputtered. Curious. Now she actually wanted to know.



"Uh! Human stuff! Is all!"



Christine felt the amused grin on her face before she could stop it. "Human stuff?"



Emmeline just covered her face, and she held back a laugh. The older woman breathed in, whispered something to herself, and regained her composure, sitting up straight.



"We were talking about.. sex."



Now that caught Christine off-guard. She blinked. It all started to make sense why she was acting so weird.



"Is... that why you wanted to sleep in the cuck chair?" She couldn't keep the immaturity out of her voice.



"What's a cuck..?"



"...nevermind."



They trailed off into silence, yet again. Christine rubbed her knuckles together, and Emmeline toyed with her hair.



"Why were you talking about sex?" Christine piped up.



Emmeline hesitated, and just shrugged. "It's been at least four years for most of us. I-... yeah. It's... a lot."



Christine could only nod. They were in the same bed, pent up after who-knows-how-long-it's-been, talking about sex of all things. She was hearing this gorgeous woman in front of her talk about it, and she would be lying if the thought of sleeping with her didn't make her excited. Her body began to buzz; she didn't feel so tired anymore.



"What did they tell you to do?"



Emmeline scoffed. "They told me to get laid."



Christine paused at her response. "Why is that a bad thing?" She asked, delicately, despite her growing impatience for something they might not even do. As much as she wanted her, needed her, she knew there was some sort of story there, that had to at least be addressed.



Emmeline sucked in a sharp breath, and stopped herself before she became loud. That was a loaded question. But, Christine was the last person she wanted to be angry at. Sighing, she answered. "It's gross, and it makes me feel gross. I don't... I don't like men. I hate sleeping with them. I don't think I could do it." The admission felt better. She had said it out loud.



Of course, there was no way that she'd admit she liked women. That's was a secret she'd carry to her grave-



"...what about women?" A timid voice asked. Christine could only say what was on her mind.



She watched the way Emmeline's face shifted from contempt and disgust, to something more soft, with a touch of fear. "...I've never tried." She whispered back, after a few moments of mulling over her answer.



"No?"



Emmeline shook her head. "Maybe I could..."



The younger woman only shuffled closer, and it made Emmeline's face burn. She trailed off. Clearly, the younger woman wasn't homophobic. Maybe... just maybe... Christine was implying that they do something. Something that her mother would hate. Something that she was raised to hate. But she didn't hate the idea, not one bit, she really never did. Christine's gaze was hotly intense, if a bit unreadable, and yet, it made something in her ignite. She felt like she was sweating bullets; it was too hot, all of a sudden. Some sort of fog clouded her mind, and she could feel her coherent thoughts slipping away at the closeness, and the context of the situation.



Christine could see the way the older woman reacted. Maybe she didn't fumble her after all. Her breathing had deepened, and her heart was pounding. Her eyes sparkled, and she leaned even closer, only separated by mere centimeters. Emmeline didn't move, and she saw her intense gaze flick down to her lips. Oh, the idea of kissing her. Kissing her all over... She felt like she'd inevitably die without it now. Arousal made itself known in her core, and it was strong.



"You could... what?" Christine whispered, slowly raising a hand to her cherry red cheek. Her hand was hot, and sweaty, and very alluringly human. Emmeline swallowed, clearly not thinking straight, but, obviously, neither was Christine. She didn't miss the subtle ways her legs squeezed together. Timidly, she raised a hand to Christine's flushed, warm face in return. Her breathing had picked up, and her gaze remained unwavering.



She couldn't keep dancing around like this.



"Can we just..." Emmeline's voice sent a shiver up her spine.



Christine couldn't take it anymore. With the granted consent, bold lust overtook any nerves she felt, and she closed the gap.



Intense electricity sparked through their bodies as they united in embrace. It had been a damn long time since they had kissed anyone, but neither cared, keeping their mouths closed for the time being. Christine's hand had moved from her cheek, to join her arms in wrapping around her neck. She felt hands on her waist, and she groaned into the kiss. Their heads and lips moved in tandem, getting lost in the other. 

'She tastes so human...'

They did not pull back for air, until they both felt like they were going to die, and they went back into the thick of it immediately. They were horrendously addicted, and their bodies began to sing with need; more, more of this. 



Christine let her tongue trace against her lips, and Emmeline opened her mouth. It was new, it was weird, but god she loved it. The sensations made her moan. Gasping, Emmeline felt that weird fog fully pollute her mind. It seemed like Christine needed to breathe again, but she didn't. Feverishly, she got up to crouch over the younger woman, kissing down her jaw to her neck. At that, she made many delicious noises of approval, exposing her nape a little more. She pinned Christine underneath her, straddling her legs, as she undid the topmost button on her pajama shirt. Emmeline felt the girl's breath hitch every time she smooched her clavicle, or lightly trailed a hand up her midriff.



"Mmph, Ra.. Em..." She fell apart under the older woman, and if she were back in the circus, she was sure steam would be coming out of the sides of her head, and her eyes would be hearts. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to refrain from bucking into the woman above her. Emmeline still felt the subtle movements, however. And she couldn't get enough of it. She let go even more.



Christine felt her hand be seized from where it was buried in her hair by the wrist, and moved to the breast of her company. She squeaked, out of excitement, delight and shock.



"Do whatever you want to me..." Was tickled into her ear with a nibble, as Emmeline writhed in painful desire above her. That was exactly what she needed to see and hear.



Panting, she shoved her back up and messed with the buttons of her pajama shirt, trying to undo them as quickly as she could. Emmeline squealed in surprised at the roughness, but quickly reciprocated in undressing Christine. She felt the top slide off her shoulders, her chest being exposed to the luxurious hotel room. She almost didn't even feel nervous.



Almost.



"Do I look okay..?" She asked, still breathless, and trailing off. 



'Oh.. my... god.'

Fuck, she didn't realize how much she missed boobs. 

Christine looked at her in a way similar to a rabid wolf in front of the world's most delicious prey. She hated just feeling like a hunk of meat when men did it, but the way she did... it just made her wriggle impatiently. With her dark gaze sparked with nothing but pure lust, Christine spoke.



"Shut up. Fuck, you're hot. Shut the fuck up and just let me have you."



Emmeline blinked. How forward of her. But in her delirious, horny stupor, she could play along.



"Do it, then. Have me."



As she finished sprawling Christine's shirt open in return, she could feel her sweaty hands trail up her body, and her hungry eyes ogling her as she whined at the sensation. She dug her nails into her freckled skin as she felt her up. Her hands then found her chest, and Enmeline could tell that she was barely holding herself together. At the contact of her thumbs on her nipples, Emmeline found herself gasping.



She'd never been so turned on in her life.



It was almost too much, but she wanted to drown in it. She let her eyes finally go down to Christine's chest, and, oh wow. She felt herself salivate. Why not cop a feel? She let both of her hands do what they wanted. Upon contact, Christine let out a shuddering moan as she let her thumbs rub her areolas, arching her back off the bed, and squeezed Emmeline harder in return.



After a few minutes of mutual kneading, it became too much to bear. Christine flipped them both over, now being in between Emmeline's legs. The older woman looked disheveled and desperate. She ought to put her out of her misery. Leaning forward and sucking on her breasts, she could feel how wet she herself had gotten when she shuffled her legs around. But, no. Right now, she was going to take care of Emmy first, and she couldn't wait. Kissing down to her stomach, she hooked her index fingers around the waistband of her bottoms, and began to tug.



Emmeline became jittery at this again, but Christine clearly wanted as much as she did. She lifted her hips just enough for the pants to slide down her legs, and was extremely embarrassed by the string of arousal still connecting her core to the crotch. Christine flicked the pajamas somewhere to the side, and finally took it all in, running impatient hands up her legs, and even that was enough to make her groan again.

Emmeline then knew, immediately, that she was going to be embarrassingly quick. For a lot of reasons.

She leaned in close to her core, kissing her inner thigh. Emmeline squeaked, and Christine watched her twitch and quiver. She was originally going to drag it out, but that might be too mean; this woman hadn't had an orgasm in over seven years, after all. This perfect woman, all for her. Her mind swirled into a lustful soup.



"Chrissy..." The woman whined. She felt like she was going to cry. "Please..."



"Shh... I've got you.." Christine leaned closer, becoming intoxicated by the scent of her arousal. Did she taste as good as she smelled? She certainly looked delicious. Certainly, it was a sight she had missed. Pressing a kiss onto her ginger bush, she began to work her magic. Taking deep breaths as she trailed down, she smooched her way to her clit. Each kiss made the woman jolt and cry out her new nickname. Emmeline's legs began to tremble, and she handled the sheets behind her with an iron grip.



"Ooohh, fuck, Chrissy..!"



The way she felt on her lips, her moans, her flavor, it was all so very addicting. The younger woman hummed as she finally let her tongue taste the space in between her folds, delighted in the way Miss Braxford began to scream. She began to be more direct with her contact, suckling on her longtime neglected bundle of nerves, and twirling two fingers around her entrance. She felt Emmeline recklessly gyrate against her face, and a hand flew to her head, tangling harshly in her hair. Christine knew she was close.



Pressing her ring and middle finger inside, a couple curls were all she needed.



Christine wasn't prepared for how much she'd come from that, however. As the older woman screeched her name and seized, fluids dribbled out, past her chin, but she kept going, dragging out her orgasm for as long as she could muster. Christine couldn't breathe, but she couldn't care anymore.



Emmeline saw stars. Her soul jumped out of her body, and sailed into space, far beyond the known universe. And yet, everything went black.



Once her tremors subsided, Emmeline released the death grip on her scalp, going entirely slack, and gasping like she'd ran a marathon. Christine greedily gulped in air, while she could, and sat back up to reassess her lover. She had a dazed, blissed out look in her eyes, that indicated her work was nothing short of perfect. Breathlessly chuckling to herself, she gently pulled out, sucked off the remnants of her ecstasy, and leaned forward to kiss the lips on her face. That stirred Emmeline out of her stupor, dragging her back to earth.



"Whoa, wow... Christine..."



"Hmm?" She couldnt help but tease.



"Haah... loved it..!" She couldn't help the stupid grin blooming on her face. Christine giggled.



Emmeline tilted her head up to kiss her again, tasting herself on her lips. It was more slow and romantic compared to before, but not for long.



She got more of a sample of herself when the younger woman forced her mouth open, swirling her tongue around inside, very much a reminder that Chrissy was still very, very pent up. And, it was very kind of her to let her go first. She absolutely needed to return that favor.



Without warning, she grabbed her ass, making her yelp into their rejuvenated makeout session. Sitting up, she guided Christine down to sit on her lap, letting her hands explore as she pleased, trailing up and down her sides, and delighting in the way her breasts would bounce in her hands when she bucked forward. She groaned and whined at the attention.



"Uhh, haahh," Christine groaned. "M...more.."



Emmeline hummed, tucking her head into her nape to bite and suck on her neck, making her cry out. How would she go about this? There's lots she could do, but who's to say Christine liked the same techniques she did? The very last thing Emmeline would want to do was to disappoint her, especially now. It was clear how much Christine suffered. She'd just have to experiment she supposed, but by the looks of it, Chrissy wasn't going to need much either. Devising her gay plan, she pulled away, looking back to her face.



"Stand up."



Without question, she stood above the older woman. She was a bit wobbly on the giant bed, so Emmeline put her hands on her hips to steady her. Christine had her hands bunched in her hair, and her breasts in her face. Emmeline gave them both a kiss. She slowly glided her hands to her pajama bottoms, taking her time in pulling them down. She delighted in the way she impatiently wriggled and whined, as the waistband slid past her thighs. They were kicked off without a second thought. 

Maybe pleasuring another woman wouldn't be so difficult..? Well, as pent up as Christine was, it felt much less daunting.



Emmeline was met with quite possibly the most arousing sight she had ever seen. Instinctively, Christine parted her legs ever so slightly. She leaned forward, and placed a gentle kiss just above her clitoral hood, diving into her muff. She buried her nose in her dark bush, and her mouth watered.



"Emmy, please, I-I can't take it!" She cried. Better act fast.



...as much as she wanted to pleasure her, it'd be such an awkward angle.



"Sit down, with your back to me." She ordered, and was met with very voluntary compliance. Christine felt Emmeline's boobs against her back, as she settled in front of her. A low groan of satisfaction sounded from the woman behind her, and her arms snaked under her own. Her left hand trailed up to her chest again, flicking at the nipple, and the right spidered along to massage her inner thigh.



Christine felt unbearably vulnerable, and she loved it.



Her breath was stolen by the way Emmeline draped a tongue over the back of her neck, and she certainly wasn't about to make it harder for her to do so, so she tilted her head back. It won her approval.



"Good girl," Was purred into her ear. Whether that was a mere offhand comment or deliberate praise was up to debate, but Christine wasn't about to fight it. A new rush coursed through her veins, rendering her utterly soaked. The hand at her thigh got closer to where it needed to be, resting just on her mons pubis, and she audibly moaned, into the quiet room. She hoped that the adjacent hotel rooms were empty for her own sanity. 



She didn't have time to be embarrassed about it, however, as Emmeline rested her head on her shoulder to watch the show, squeezing her breast harder. Dipping her pretty fingers down, she relished in the way it made Christine tremble.



With three fingers, she spun slow circles along her clit, enjoying the way her hips rolled into it. It made her cry out again, and she watched her toes curl. Emmeline pressed kiss after kiss into her neck, licking and nipping at her earlobe, and sinking deep bites into her shoulder. Christine arched into the attention.

"God, go faster-!"



She did.



"Ooh...just like that~!"



She kept it up.



"C.. can you.. haah... touch me there a little more?"



Of course.



"Oh, ahh, oh god, fuck yes! Fuck! Yes! Just like that!"



Emmeline pervasively grinned.



"I'm- I'm gonna ..-!"



'Oh, my.'



She didn't slow down her pace as she harshly came against her fingers. Hot liquid spouted from her core, and she shook with how intense the orgasm was... to be fair, it had been about two years. It was the best one she'd ever had. The woman playing her like a puppet began to slow down as she tumbled back down, becoming more gentle with her maneuvers, and ultimately moving her hand to massage her thigh again. Christine's mind was filled with nothing but bliss, bliss from Ragatha. From Emmeline.



Tears poured down her face, and she couldn't help but laugh. And sob.



"Chrissy?" A quiet, concerned voice whispered in her ear. Those heavenly hands wrapped around her torso, to help keep her upright, and to hold her close. "What's... are you alright?"



Christine was still deliriously catching her breath. "Hhh... *hic*.. happy tears...m'okay..."



She felt the shoulders behind her sag in relief.

Christine felt the arms of her lover gently squeeze, and saccharine kisses were pressed into her dark hickeys. Christine felt safe, here. The safest she's felt in a damn long time. If she was stuck in some sort of time loop in this exact moment for the rest of her existence, she wouldn't have minded. And, above all else, she felt so, so very loved. Her shaky smile did not disappear as she sniffed.



Turning around in Emmeline's arms, she returned the hug. "I... thank you. Thank you so much, for this."



A hand moved up to her hair, scratching at her scalp, and she melted, closing her eyes. "I should be thanking you." She heard from above. "That was my first orgasm in, well, I don't even know how long." She heard a huff, either out of bitterness or laughter. How odd, that Christine found herself here, in this context, with her fellow digital prisoner. As odd as it was hooking up with someone she knew as a ragdoll for years, she felt very fortunate, especially because it was her. Sweet, loving her.



With her eyes still closed, Christine trailed groggy smooches up to the source of that lovely, smooth voice. The kiss was returned, at a much slower pace than they had gone that night. 



"Thanks for letting me be the one to change that," She flirted, pulling away and opening her eyes. She swore she saw Emmeline swoon. And just like that, her romantic appeals were replaced with pure filth once again. "Want me to do it again?"



A vigorous nod later, and Christine laid her down on the silky soaked sheets.



"Go inside a little more, this time," Emmeline panted. She spread her legs open again, exposing herself, and her new arousal. "What you did... it was amazing."



Christine's eyes were locked where they shouldn't be. "Uh huh," She distantly responded, swiping two fingers up her labia. "God, you're so wet. Y'know, if you want..." She trailed off.



"If I want... what?"



"What if I just kept going down on you? Like, if I stop when I want to, and not when you come?" 



Wow, okay. That sounded hot.



Emmeline was into it, happy to give up control. "Fuck. Okay. Let's try it."



With the confirmation she needed, Christine smiled mischievously. She would tease her a little more, this time. She moved her thumb up to stroke against her clit, and she watched her jolt. She did so slowly, lazily, lovingly, and pressed a smooch into where her leg met her torso. Christine sighed, content, and propped her head up on her free hand.



"So, how you feeling so far, Emmy?"



A moan was her only response. That wouldn't do, now would it? She moved her hand away. Emmeline whined.



"H..huh? Wh-.. why'd you..?"



"Speak up, I can't hear you." She then resumed her tender rubbing, making her gasp. "Answer the question."



Alarmed confusion. Was Christine trying to break her? "I- I..! Hnmmfuck.. I'm, I love it..!" She choked out, eventually.



Christine ever so slightly picked up the pace as a reward. Emmeline groaned. Thinking back to that little comment from earlier gave her an idea. "Tell me something."



"Huhmm, yeah..?"



"Do you want to be good?"



"Be... good?"



She moved her thumb away again. The older woman huffed in frustration. Christine felt cruel, but she knew the results would be more than worth it. She repeated her question. "Do you want to be my good girl?"



Emmeline's eyes widened, as if they were going to pop out of her skull. The sentiment echoed in her impure mind. 'Good girl, good girl...'



It was so taboo. She felt like it was demeaning, but also so very praising at the same time. If she was... good.



She hated how much that turned her on.



"Yes."



"Then be good, and answer me when I talk to you." Christine could barely believe that she was the one saying these obscene kinds of things. Emmeline was really into it, however, so she couldn't complain, especially when she was getting such a good show. Long red curls bounced as she nodded, biting her lip, and Christine leaned even closer to her crotch, resuming her thumbing.



"So, what is it you'd like me to do to you, again?"



Emmeline knew she had to answer, now. "Mmmh! I- I want you... inside me.."



"Inside you? Hmm, how does that work? Mind telling me?"



Emmeline cried out; she hated this, but she loved it too. "It.. it's when.. you penetrate me~! W-with your... haah, with your middle and-! Fuck... a-and, your ring finger..."



"Really?" Christine asked, with false disbelief. "Like this?"



Slowly, she sunk two fingers inside, and moved her mouth to her aching nub. Emmeline tensed up underneath her, shaking.



"Y-yes!"



As much as she wanted to just hurry up and fuck her, she needed her patience. "Okay, then what do I do?" She mumbled against her tortured clit, teasing her with her tongue and lips.



"You... you move them~!"



"Like how?"



Emmeline unconsciously moved her hips for some stimulation, and was immediately reprimanded. A fatal mistake. Christine removed herself entirely, as much as she didn't want to, and Emmeline cried, clearly more frustrated.



"Please! I'm sorry!" To her surprise, tears began to drip down her red face. "I'll do anything, just please!!"



As hot as it was to see this rich, pretty lady be reduced to begging and sobbing by her own hand, Christine just felt bad, now. She'd had her fun. But, she needed one more little push. "Oh, fine, I suppose I'll be nice to you. But tell me one thing."



"Yes, anything!"



"Are you my good girl?"



She was expecting the woman to chicken out, sputter, malfunction, or all three. Instead, she did something else.



"Yes, yes, I'm your good girl! I'm so good, I'll be good! I promise, just please, just fuck me!!" She cried, rendering Christine stunned quiet. The shorter woman felt her clit throb at the display, her eyes wide. 



With nothing more to say, she'd give her what she wanted.



Sliding her fingers back in, she returned her mouth to her bundle of nerves. She curled her fingers around, until she found that perfect spot that made her scream louder than she had tonight.



Her lovely thighs constricted around the sides of her head, with her first orgasm, and her inner walls fluttered against her fingers. Christine kept up the overstimulation, and Emmeline trembled with the constant shock, her moans and mutterings becoming incoherent.



By her second orgasm, Christine's jaw and hand were getting sore, but she knew at least one more would seal her fate. She sped up, causing Emmeline to shout.



By her third, Emmeline could barely move. And that was when Christine knew she had to stop.



She slowed down to something much more caring and gentle, giving her one last kiss, and slowly pulling out. Her fingers had become pruny. She looked up to her lover. Her head was lulled to the side, with a trail of drool coming out of her mouth, and her eyes had glazed over.



'Oh god, did I kill her!?'



Well, she was panting heavily, so no. But Christine had to check in with her anyway. "Emmy," she scooched closer, up to her face. "You okay?"



A grunt was her only response.



Sighing and chuckling to herself, Christine laid down beside her, and enveloped her in a hug. She saw her little dopey smile as she leaned into it.



When Emmeline came to, Christine was softly playing with her hair, and holding her close. "...Christine?"



"Hey, Emmy... you alright?" A kiss was pressed into her temple, and she wanted to cry. She never felt so loved. "That was intense."



"It was... I think it's my new favorite memory." She quipped, regaining her brain power, and Christine giggled. "Seriously, though. That was perfect. I loved it."



"Mmm, good. Would you say you're good for the night?"



Emmeline laughed. "I don't think I could take any more, even if I wanted to!" She then covered her mouth as a yawn forced itself out of her mouth. "But what about you?"



"I..." Christine could lie about it; it was late, Emmeline was clearly bushed, and could be asking out of common courtesy. But, when Emmeline spidered her fingers down to her thighs, hungrily looking to return the favor, why would she ever consider lying in the first place? "I want more..."



Emmeline perked up, happy to pleasure her once more. She sat up, and straddled Christine again. Truth be told, she didn't know what she was doing, especially when she knew she would inevitably go inside of her, but she'd give it her best shot. "I'll give you more, sweetheart. Just.. give me feedback, okay?"



"O..okay." Christine blushed at how easily the term sweetheart rolled off her tongue.



With that settled, the younger woman let the control fall into the hands of her lover. She sank into the sheets, parting her legs once Emmeline had gotten off of her to slide in between them.

She felt herself throb in excitement, and Emmeline cooed. "Aw, you're so wet for me, aren't you?"



Christine huffed. "Not this time, lady. Finish what you started."



Emmeline just laughed. "You can dish it but you can't take it?"



"Maybe another time.. just fuck me until I can't feel anything. Capiche?"



"Understood, ma'am!"



"God, you're a dork-!"



She was cut off by fingers spinning circles on her clit. She choked on her own breath. Emmeline was good at that, and she had to tell her so.



"F-fuck! That feels so good~!"



Her companion was observant, gauging what she didn't react to, what made her head spin, what made her moan the loudest, and what really got her going. Chrissy felt empty, after a little while.



"Hmmnggh, inside..!"



Emmeline took a deep breath, and dipped her head down. Her tongue spun little circles around her entrance, almost as tight as the ones from her thumb above, which had replaced her fingers. Christine squealed, and she pushed her tongue all the way in.



Is this what heaven tasted like?



The way Chrissy called out her name as she twirled her tongue around inside made her dizzy. But, she had to focus on finding her g-spot.



"Ohh, right there!!"



Right there. She had found her rhythm.



Christine came quick, squirting directly into her mouth, and she began to slow her down.



"Keep going!" Was shouted from above. "Please, don't stop!"



Well, of course she wouldn't stop!



-



Three orgasms later, and Christine had totally ruined the bedsheets.



"Hah, haah..." Unlike Emmeline, she was responsive after she'd pulled out, but barely. "So, so good..."



"You all done now?" Emmeline whispered, brushing back her bangs out of her eyes, and giving her a gentle peck.



"Ohhh yeah," she slurred her words as if she were drunk. "S'all done... that was... fuck yeah.."



Emmeline giggled, and kept doting on her, kissing anywhere on her face that she could. Christine had no fight left in her to protest. She figured Emmeline would be the type to cover a girl in sugary kisses after fucking her absolutely mindless. 

Christine enjoyed that little anecdote. It felt human of her to do, to be so contact-seeking. She supposed she could tolerate it for now as she found the strength to move again, as much as she usually preferred to give touch on her own terms.

...who was she kidding? It felt heavenly regardless. Maybe on other days it would be worse, but this human touch... tonight, it was special.

"Hey, Christine?" Emmeline quietly asked, after a moment.



"Hm?"



"...you're the most gorgeous human I've ever seen."



It was such an odd compliment. But, given their context, it made her heart flutter. "Emmy... I could say the same about you." She whispered back. They gazed tenderly at eachother, as Emmeline sank down into the bedding to her left, giving her a look tender enough to make her cry. Their hands entwined.



"I'm happy being here with you." Emmeline leaned forward, bringing up her hand to her mouth and kissing the knuckle. "Thank you, for everything tonight."



Christine scooched closer, close enough to tuck herself under her head. The action was appreciated, as Emmeline pressed into the embrace. "Thank you."



The pair felt a sense of calm, and relief from the constant stressing pressure burdening their souls. For the first time since coming back, Christine was relaxed. Even relaxed enough to touch, and let Emmeline touch her. Gentle kisses peppered the upper part of her face, and arms were wrapped around her torso. She could fall asleep here just fine.



If not for the fact that they had to clean up. This wasn't some made-up story, after all; it was the real world now. Christine groaned.



"What's wrong?" Was whispered from above, with a hint of concern lacing her tone.



Christine sat up, out of the embrace. The air in the hotel room was much more chilly on her bare skin now, and she wanted nothing more but to cuddle up again, but things had to be done. "We should clean up..."



"Ohh, right."



Emmeline worked on fixing up the bed as Christine cleaned herself up, making sure to drink some water. They couldn't do much about the slightly moist bedsheets, except cover the wet spots with towels for the time being. Emmeline took her turn, and they both retreated underneath the silky covers; neither bothered to redress. Emmeline yawned, followed by Christine. They had gone until 3:30 AM.



'Would it be too awkward to ask to cuddle again?' Emmeline thought to herself.



Seemingly reading her mind, Christine wriggled into her embrace again with a satisfied hum. Emmeline couldn't help her smile, and she felt her own heart leap in her throat when Christine pressed gentle kisses onto her neck, as she shuffled her way up to tuck Emmeline under her chin. She moved her hand up to massage her head as well, making her hum, and her eyes drifted shut within a mere two minutes. Christine couldn't help but quietly coo to herself.



One last rub finally lulled her to sleep in a finishing move.



"G'night..." Was the last thing she managed to whisper, before slumber swallowed her whole. Small, slow puffs of breath spidered against the hickeys on her neck, and Christine smiled to herself as the woman basically melted into her.



'What a weird day.'



Probably the best day of her life, to be honest, in a sort of roundabout way. Of course, she'd have to talk to Emmeline about a bunch of stuff tomorrow, like when they'd go and visit Grant, what they should eat, what they were, if they could have sex more often... but she wouldn't dwell on it like she usually did. She was too calm, too tranquil.



A small voice in her head had told her not to trust that tranquility, that she was just going to wake up in the circus again. She factually knew it was false, but it haunted her ever since she got back. But, with Emmeline tucked tight against her, that voice was quiet. Her mind felt the best it had in years.

Speaking of Emmeline, it was still a bit of an odd adjustment. This was Ragatha, but it wasn't. It was like she had truly met her for the first time, despite knowing her for so many years. Sure, they lost time and were very disconnected from current events, but they had eachother, and the others. As long as she had a somebody, her somebody, she knew she'd be alright. And, that somebody just happened to be very warm, and soft, and smelled nice, like a human would smell. It was calming and comforting, to her mammalian mind, and yet, a jarring reminder that she was no longer a little cartoon jester. 

Alas, rest was now a necessity, for a critter like her. 

Before her eyes drooped shut all the way, she gave her somebody a gentle kiss; an eternally grateful thank-you, a last goodnight. 



She slipped into the best sleep of her life, with a little grin on her face.



-



The following afternoon, they finally woke up.



They ended up making out, after sorting out what they were. Emmeline offered for Christine to stay with her as she got back on her feet, and, dizzy on the high, Christine agreed immediately. Emmeline made it clear that she would help her no matter what happened to their relationship, whatever it was, and to that, Christine felt much more secure once she had thought about it a little more.



They went and visited Grant, and he was in much better shape that day. The pair made sure to cover their bruises as best they could in public. Regardless, he picked up on what they did, much to their burning embarrassment. At least he was kind and approving about it, as long as they stayed safe, but they really didn't need to have The Talk as adults... let alone from him.



After that, they met up with Juno and Maya at the hotel restaurant for dinner. The other pair took one look at them, and they were found out again. To be fair, Juno and Maya were just as obvious.



When they got back to their hotel room, they repeated the cycle. Over, and over, and over, and over.



It felt good to be human again.