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Today had been a long day.



It hadn't necessarily been awful by any means, despite her job boring her to death sometimes.

Her coworkers were also a lot to handle, with Randy thinking it would be funny to put bleach in the humidifier as a cool prank of sorts. What was almost worse was the googoo eyes Breanne did over the idea of such a stupid stunt; she thought she was smarter than that. Christine was disappointed in her for that one.

Ugh.



Regardless, Christine just found herself teetering on the edge of burnout, lately. That was how it went, with it being only a week since the two-year anniversary of their great escape.



Everyone had met up at the same bar they had went to their very night back, reminiscing some of the not-so-fond memories, that haunted them in their worst nightmares, over some seltzers and mozzarella sticks. They would all get a little more than drunk, but in the end it was a celebration; a toast to being themselves again. Hell, even Felix made an appearance. Ever since his very long stay at the psych ward, he certainly wasn't as much of a greasy incel as he had been prior. Slowly, he began to make amends with their crew, throughout the year, even being invited to the anniversary, though moreso out of obligation. He knew that there would always be an understandable, irreparable rift between the others, and he respected them wanting distance. In fact, he had happily introduced his new boyfriend, Thomas, to everyone. They were both on parole for various petty crimes; truly a match made in heaven. Christine was happy for him.



Maya and Juno had just recently purchased their own apartment, both making a living at their very own tattoo parlor. With Maya's meticulous skill at design, and Juno being happy to mentor, their studio quickly became popular. Maya still had time to indulge in her hobbies, thankfully, making her own animations, productions and comics as she pleased, and gaining a very loving, almost cult following for her work. Luckily, they weren't immature, misogynistic fans that did not know what nuance was, as Maya had expressed herself. She had also discovered the almost-perfect world of antidepressants. Meanwhile, Juno joined a band in their spare time, performing at gay bars and local venues, gaining fans of their own. They had a natural affinity for a drum set, after all. The pair was happier than ever, and they had figured themselves out just fine. Christine was happy for them.



Grant never stayed for long at their get-togethers, as he simply wanted to go to bed at the exact same time every night. That, and the loud noise began to give him more frequent headaches, to which Christine could relate. They were sort of worried about him in that regard as well, but he had a caregiver that would come by every week to check on his health. It was minimal care, but very much welcomed. Of course, he would bring everyone a small gift anyway, still very happy to see everyone. He was still a bit... out there, but he was functional, owned a nice house, and had taken on some entomology-based work. He took on a primary study of lepidopterans, with a bit of everything else on the side. During the summer, he would invite them all to his makeshift moth trap camp-outs, seeing what kinds of species he could allure to his blacklight setup. Those were some of her favorite nights, when she'd watch the fireflies dance in the bluegrass as they waited for their assortment of moths under the stars. Grant was happy to teach them all everything he knew, and they were all happy to listen. Christine was happy for him.



They would still slip up circus names with human names sometimes, but no-one really minded anymore, since it happened so often. Each person from their group had their own way of reclaiming that part of themselves, if at all. For instance, Juno tattooed a Zooble head on their ankle, saying that they felt like they could appreciate their former form a lot more, now that they weren't subject to it. It was their way of healing. Personally, Christine wasn't crazy about a Pomni tattoo herself, but some haphazardly handmade plushies would do. Her therapist told her that that was healthy to "love that part of herself," but it still felt sort of... odd sometimes. That little jester used to be her.



It was a week since that meet-up, and Christine still felt hung over.



As happy as she was to see everyone, the scars from their unbearable hardships still lingered. She needed to give herself time, or at least, that's also what her therapist had told her. Maybe pick up a new hobby, or spend time with her loved ones. Practice basic care, drink water, deep breaths; the works of which Christine already knew. For god's sake, she was technically 27 now, and she still felt just as lost sometimes as when she was freshly trapped in the circus, but at least she wasn't alone in that feeling.



Emmeline made sure of that.



They had bought a house themselves, nothing too big or fancy. They primarily chose it to be closer to everyone, bridging the gaps between everyone's establishments, and providing a good hosting spot so that no one had to drive any sort of long distance. It was on an old street, with other beat-down houses built in the sixties, that had much more homeliness than the newer suburbs. Sure, they had to repaint and renovate, but they liked it because it was cozy. A perfect place to come home to eachother every night, with a living room built to slow-dance in. The pair did that often, putting some music on with their old rickety record player, and swaying to the melody on a god-awful, ugly, flower-print carpet, that had honestly grown on them, even to the point of getting a futon to match. There, they would play games, cuddle and smooch for the rest of the night, until they would inevitably fall asleep against one another.



Such a thought was the motivation for Christine to finally get out of her little grey car.



Emmeline and Christine had been dating ever since their first night back, with their relationship only getting stronger. Every morning, Christine would give her a kiss on the cheek whenever she'd leave to go to her new, high paying accounting position in the city, having to leave early on weekdays. She'd always melt when Emmeline would inevitably smile at her affection, still asleep. It was her motivation throughout the day.



Emmeline herself took up working for a local real estate agency, this time as a business administrator. Of course, she didn't want to be stuck in that sort of job forever, so she took up volunteering at a horse ranch, and sometimes helped in teaching softball to kids. Christine was really happy that she was, even if she didn't really like being around children herself. It was a good way to indulge in the things she loved, and she was really proud of her for it. Emmeline didn't bother connecting with her family again, still being too sore of a subject. Christine was glad she had all these support systems now; she hated her bitch of a mother. Besides, she was sure she'd be killed on sight for "turning a Braxford gay" or however they'd phrase it. The old circus crew had grown to be more of a family for her than that broken household ever was.



On the days when Emmeline was working late or volunteering, Christine would try to cook for her. She knew she still wasn't very good at it, but their kitchen hadn't burned down yet, so she'd keep up her attempts. Mediocrity was the best she'd reached so far. Regardless, she knew Emmeline didn't have the heart to tell her when something wasn't good, so she'd just order some Indian and call it a day, despite being disappointed at her lack of cooking skill to romance her girlfriend.



But today? Emmeline was home before her, and she could smell her favorite food before she walked in the door. Her mouth watered.



"Hey, Emmy! I'm home!" She called into the house, quickly checking for any mail before entering.



Some nights, she'd wake up and laugh at herself for living out a gay neurodivergent equivalent of the American Dream. All they needed now, were those three cats they were recently talking about getting.



Dumping her work bag by the work-bag-spot near the door on the floor, she flicked off her shoes and hung up her coat. She sauntered to the kitchen.



"Hi, Christine!"



Emmeline lit up as soon as she saw her, and Christine did the same.



Emmeline had settled back to being human with ease, and had aquired a new outlook on a healthy lifestyle. She had more visible laugh lines, and had gained a little weight. Neither was a bad thing at all; Christine remembered how much she used to fret over not being as young-looking or skinny enough, no doubt a sentiment drilled into her by the times and her blood family. Of course, she was still madly attractive regardless, and would often get asked out by random strangers when they'd go shopping, which was enough to drive Christine crazy sometimes. But, Emmeline was a lot happier and healthier now too, learning to love herself; it gave her a glow of sorts, which was probably one of the most attractive things about her, that had developed recently, to Christine. Otherwise, she didn't change much over the years. She may have cut her red, almost untameable hair an inch or two shorter, and maybe the scar under her eye had faded a little, but that was about it.



Christine's hair may have gotten longer, and maybe she'd switched out her old glasses to something just as dorky and round as the last pair, but otherwise, she didn't change much herself.



Ignoring the way her mouth watered at the scent of supper, she walked over to embrace her, burying her nose in the nape of her neck, and inhaling. Smelled like home, to her.



Emmeline smiled to herself as Christine nestled into her, as she let out an exhausted sigh. She leaned her head back, turned to look at her for the other part of their routine. Emmeline leaned forward, giving her a slow kiss.



"...are you hungry...?" She giggled once she had leaned back, her lips wetter than usual.



Christine groaned again, this time in embarrassment. "Maybe..."



Still hugging her, Emmeline kissed her forehead. "It'll be five minutes. Go get into something comfy."



As reluctant Emmeline was to release her girlfriend from her arms, she didn't want to accidentally overstimulate her. The shorter woman simply yawned in an almost dramatic manner, nodding, and went into their bedroom to change. Emmeline fondly rolled her eyes, as she finished preparing the salad.



Meanwhile, Christine undressed herself, reaching for her regular graphic t-shirt. Halfway pulling it over her head, something clicked within her mind.



It had been roughly a week since the end of their monthly doom as women, and they hadn't even been intimate since! That was too long of a time, to Christine. Not like they usually waited out menstruating, either!



They were certainly no strangers to sex. Sure, they no longer did it every night as they had for the past six months since their return, but they liked to often, as was their lifestyle routine. Sure, it wasn't a requirement to be human, but it felt very human to do.



Very human indeed, to have her girlfriend's sweaty, sexy body gyrating against her face or on her crotch, to have her hands in places deemed indecent, to listen to the delicious noises she'd make if she pulled her hair just right, the heat, the skin-to-skin contact, the wetness, the messiness... the intimacy of it all. Christine blushed at the thoughts. The best part was, she could just go and have that tonight as she pleased, if her Emmy was up for feeling human.



And, with everything going on lately, she'd appreciate that reminder.



With these things in mind, she turned her attention to the box under their bed. A mischievous grin grew on her face. She'd make sure Emmeline would want it, too.



'Perfect.'



-



As Emmeline had just finished getting the plates ready, two arms wrapped around her from behind, much to her surprise.



The taller woman giggled, oblivious to Christine's schemes. "It's all done, eat up."



"Thanks for making dinner," Emmeline felt a kiss be pressed onto the back of her neck; no doubt her girlfriend on her tip-toes. "What's the occasion?" Christine then asked offhandedly, as she eyed up the grilled ginger-garlic salmon in front of her, releasing her in order to reach a plate. As hot and bothered as she was thinking about being now, her stomach growled incessantly.



"I've noticed you've been a bit tired lately, and I just felt like spoilin'... you..."



Emmeline trailed off as she fully took stock of her companion, of whom which was still standing, and ate faster than a spoiled house cat that didn't have access to food for five minutes. She'd tell her to actually taste it if she wasn't so distracted.



Christine was wearing the same pajama set that Emmeline had bought her on their first night back, the first two top buttons left undone. Her cheeky girlfriend tossed her a teasing look over her shoulder, noticing the attention, before she actually sat down and inhaled the rest of her food.



Typically, whenever Christine busted that outfit out... Emmeline blushed, her cheeks almost as red as her hair. It wasn't often that she wore it, being a sort of form of lingerie, only to them of course, like an inside joke turned dirty. Christine only ever wore it when she felt like she really needed it. But... Emmeline couldn't deny that it flipped a switch in her brain.



It had been a while.



Regardless, the two conversed as they ate, Christine having finished first by a long shot.



As soon as they had both finished up, Christine opted to clean up, and she ushered Emmeline off to their bedroom as she tried to help. Christine rushed through the dishes as quickly as she could, enjoying the way Emmeline stole glances at the unbuttoned portion of her shirt as she left. Unfortunately for Emmeline, the distracted thunk of her head on the side of the doorframe made her lover chortle.



With what little dignity the older woman had left, she did as her stubborn girlfriend demanded, and stumbled off down the hall.



All throughout eating supper, Emmeline's anticipation had built up. It had been a while, and she was feeling relatively impatient with that notion. She made a quick detour to their bathroom, nabbing some towels that they would inevitably need. She closed the door behind her, and flicked on the lamp, filling the room with a dim, warm glow.



The preparation of doing unspeakably perverse things to her girlfriend fuelled her excitement.



Sauntering over to the closet once she put the towels down, she debated on what to present Christine with, if anything at all... but no, as pent up as she was, the undressing was just as fun! Commando was off the table. That left room for options; she did have some actual lingerie herself.



Maybe her classy black lace set?



'No... the clasps take too long to get off, with how I think it'll be going tonight...



Regular sports bra and panties?



'Hmmm.... not sexy enough.'



A patchy, raggedy blue nighty..?



'Only for roleplay nights, no...'



Her own pajama set from their first night..?



'I really need to fix these...' She held them up, blushing, inspecting the hole in the crotch. They had gotten a little too impatient, that time.



What abou-



Knock knock. "Oh, Emme-line~..." Christine sing-songed from the door. Shit.



The door opened, revealing the now confused look of her love.



"...listen I couldn't decide, I'm sorry!" Emmeline groaned, holding up various things from their closet. Christine just laughed.



"It's alright, it's alright! It's funny," She giggled, closing the door behind her, turning her intense attention to her. "Besides, I have something I'd like you to wear tonight."



Emmeline raised her eyebrow as Christine walked over to the bed, taking their plushies off of it and setting them in the closet, turning them towards the wall, as is their tradition.



Then, digging deeper, she pulled out a pink box, shut the closet door, and presented it to Emmeline.



Oh.



'Oh.'



Christine rarely asked for that, usually preferring to be the wielder.



A surge of something coursed through Emmeline. Confidence, power, arousal, maybe more than one of those things. She met Christine's anticipating gaze, taking the box.



The silence was tense; the only thing audible was Christine's now heavily aroused breathing as she waited for an answer, no doubt having thoughts about it for a good amount of time. Emmeline couldn't help the little excited grin growing on her face, but she saved it with some sultry eyes.



With this new feeling, she leaned over her, using their slight height difference to her advantage, getting in her personal space. It made Christine feel small in a very good way.



"Get on the bed."



Christine's gut swirled. She was in for it.



She clambered onto the bed, taking off her glasses and putting them on the bedside table, her mind a horny windstorm in nature. How would Emmy do this? Would she make her beg for it, teasing her until she cried? Would she be tied down and mercilessly rammed into the mattress, ass up or not? Would she make her suck on it first, as if it were Emmeline's own equipment? The audible zip from the fly of her girlfriend's jeans didn't help her dirty, rapid fire thoughts. She was sure her face was bright red, by now.



Looking back towards her, she couldn't help but snake a hand down, past her waistband to her crotch, as she watched her girlfriend undress, only leaving herself in a lacy bra. She bit the inside of her cheek. She knew she probably wasn't supposed to be doing this, at least without permission, lest she be punished. But, yet, alas, it was a much too tempting offer from her fingers. Upon contact, she almost jolted.



They wouldn't need much lube, if any at all, she determined.



Her teeth clamped down harder on the inside of her cheek to stifle her moans, as she touched herself, cycling little circles around her neglected clit.



As Emmeline donned the likely cause of Christine's little death, she spared a glance over to her lover.



A double-take.



'Uh oh...'



She whipped her hand away, face flushed and eyes wide.



Misbehaving already.



Emmeline narrowed her eyes, and Christine shrunk under her scrutinizing gaze.



"Hm," Emmeline began, huffing, faking disappointment. She opted to put her shirt back on, grabbing it. "Looks like you don't need me-"



"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She immediately began to plead, the distress clear on her face, but it did not necessarily conceal how much she enjoyed being caught. "I'msorryI'msorrysorrysorrysorry-"



The older woman bit back a laugh. It worked every time. "You'd better behave if you want it." 



Chrissy shut up right then and there and nodded, watching her girlfriend put the strapless strap-on back in, putting some lube on the shaft regardless of how wet Christine already was. She sure liked this side of her.



Her core throbbed in need as Emmeline got on the mattress, moving to crouch over her pathetic horny girlfriend on her hands and knees. Every little touch where their bodies made contact felt like it burned to Christine, even through her clothing. The sexual thoughts whirled in her head, almost in an obsessive manner at this point, especially with the way Emmy parted her legs to keep the red, glossy toy visible, just for her. It wasn't really big or realistic, but her eyes couldn't stray from it.

Usually, they would make out for an hour minimum before they got to this part. The romantic part of the night would always happen afterwards, if it didn't before.

"Safe word?" Emmeline asked, as routine. As rough as Christine knew she could be, she was still a sweetheart at heart.



"Circus."



"Good girl," Emmeline smiled down at her, capturing her in a slow but solicitous kiss. Christine tilted into it, immediately in the mind to deepen it. Cruel in nature, Emmeline pulled back.



Not so cruel in nature, she took her strap by the shaft and leaned down. She languidly dragged the tip up and down the crotch of her pajamas. Christine didn't hold back her gasp, gripping the comforter underneath her. Emmy smiled at her reaction, enjoying how sensitive she was.



"...how soon would you li-"



"Now." She demanded, and after some level of thought, added a little "...please."



Lucky for her, Emmeline just chuckled, and kissed her head. "Alright then, my girl," She scooched back and grabbed her own pillow, setting it in front of her, and covering it in a couple of layers of the towels she had brought prior. On instinct, Christine spread her clothed legs wider, as counterintuitive as it was.



"Let me help you."



Lifting up her hips, Emmeline trailed her hands up her sides up her shirt, relishing in the touch of her tense, burning body, and her soft skin, before settling at the waistband of her bottoms. She tugged down, not wasting her time so much, which Christine really appreciated. She herself worked on undoing the rest of the buttons on her shirt, while Emmeline shimmied the rest of her pants off. She still wore the shirt, but she felt eager hands sprawling it open, and groaned at the touch.



Upon the full exposure, Christine spread her legs again. Emmeline scooted her up the pillow.



Emmeline couldn't help but be hypnotized by how enchanting she was, panting and squirming underneath her, exposing herself, just for her. Chrissy gave her a pleading look that she couldn't ever say no to.



So, Emmeline shuffled up, teasing her labia with the tip, the bare contact so raw. Christine trembled as she whimpered, very much ready-to-go.



Eh, Emmeline would still tease her anyway. For fun.



Nostrils flaring, she put a hand around the dildo again, slowly tracing her vulva up, and down, and up, and down, enjoying how excited she was already. Christine groaned; god, she was sensitive. But, why wasn't Emmeline going in yet..?



Her thoughts were interrupted by the head of the strap being circled around her clit, which made her short-circuit. The older woman then rocked her hips back and forth, rubbing her bundle of nerves with the shaft itself, and then repeating the vicious, cruel circuit. The younger woman bucked her hips slowly into it, gasping for air like a fish out of water.



Christine wouldn't lie, it felt amazing, but the anticipation was killing her, especially with the firm grip her girlfriend had on her hips as she teased her.



A shuddering breath made its way out of Emmeline's mouth, feeling the toy rock against her own clit, and move around inside of her. It didn't go very deep, but it curved in just the right spot. Christine noticed this, of course, and got all huffy about it.



"Mmghh..." But, the way her girlfriend rutted her faux penis against her stole her breath away, as frustrated as she was. So, instead, she leaned up to put a hand on the center of her chest.



That got her attention, and she stopped moving, looking her love in the eye.



Panting, Chrissy still felt talking wouldn't go her way; her mouth felt numb. Her companion was still panting a little herself, but did not move.



Finally, she could move her tongue, but barely. "You'd better... hurry up... stop fuckin' around, and fuck me already." Christine hooked a finger into her bra, softly snapping it back against her skin.



With the pouty, impatient eyes Christine was sending her way, she really should help her out. After all, non-compliance could bite her in the ass later...



So, Emmeline gently pushed her back down with one hand, rubbing a thumb along her nipple, and trailed her pointer down her chest southward. It made Christine's breath hitch.



"Of course," She whispered in a sultry manner, with her bedroom eyes, and a hand on her fake cock once again. "Let's take care of you now, hm?"



Christine could only bite her lip as she felt the tip of the strap kiss her clit once more, and finally, finally, start circling around her entrance. She was drooling at this point.



Wanting to still exercise some caution and not hurt her, as much as she clearly needed relief, Emmeline slowly pushed inside.



Christine gasped as she was speared onto the piece of silicone, letting out the tiniest of moans. Still gentle, Emmeline ventured farther inside, until her mons pubis met her own. The younger woman felt nothing short of full, her toes curling and every point of contact searing with sensitivity and pleasure, almost too much, almost borderline overstimulation.



Emmeline watched with rapt eyes, marveling at how utterly powerless Christine was underneath her. God, it's like she could feel her, being actually inside of her, as if she'd had a penis herself. No wonder her girlfriend enjoyed fucking her senseless with this thing so much. She really hoped to be on the receiving end of this tonight. But, thoughts for later.



"Can I start, sweetheart..?" She breathlessly asked, after giving her a minute.



To her sheer delight, Christine nodded.



Still taking her time with her movements, Emmeline slowly pulled out, until about halfway down the shaft, and at the same pace she had set, pushed back in. Christine trembled underneath her, more moans tumbling from her mouth.



So, she did it again. Another ardent groan.



She did so again.



And again, and again, and again.



The whines and mutterings of her lover underneath her had her intoxicated.



Christine felt like she was going to combust. Her hot hands on her hips, the soft sound at every moment of contact, the slick coating of the very thing pistoning inside of her, filling her up with every rock forward, then backwards, forwards, backwards... to the pleasure, she was enslaved, helpless to the power it had over her mind. She cried out, louder this time.



Her lover picked up the pace, and she felt like she couldn't breathe.



Emmeline wasn't exactly free to do as she pleased, as she she wasn't detached from the throes of pleasure herself. Her clit throbbed against the toy, and her inner thighs were uncomfortably wet at this point, as it moved around inside of her. Bewitched by the sexual euphoria, she couldn't help but be a little selfish, panting and trying not to drool at this point.



She went faster.



And then, faster.



"Ohh, fuck!" Christine cried underneath her, almost ripping into the covers with her grip, as Emmeline whined in pleasure herself, "Oooohh, D-Don't you dare stop!"



She wouldn't dream of it.



In fact, Christine looked mighty close already. She trailed a hand from her hip to her crotch, to help her out some more. She sped up.



When the fingers of her lady began button mashing, Christine knew she was absolutely done for.



She gasped for air, crying out quite loudly now.



"Haahh, fuck!! Fuck, g-gonna cum!! Ohh, Emmy~!"



With her mind almost succumbing to the searing feelings, Emmeline could only earnestly moan in reply, but her hands and hips did the talking just fine.



Christine teetered on the edge of nirvana, teetering, teetering...



"HAAhh, EmMMYYY~!"



Over the edge she went.



As she came, her legs shook, and fluid spurted from her loins, undoubtedly covering the waist area of her lover. As kind and as powerful as ever, Emmeline milked every last drop of orgasm that she could get.



Christine was stuck in heaven, for a good ten seconds.



Once the body of her girlfriend went slack, twitching with aftershocks and mild overstimulation, Emmeline slowly pulled out, and took off the strap-on, setting it on part of the towel draping off the pillow. Her own body burned and yearned for satisfaction, but she wanted to take care of the other woman first. Scooching up to lay on her side, she brushed her dark brown bangs out of her eyes, and the rest of her straight, shoulder-length hair out of her mouth, and cupped her cheek. Christine was still catching her breath, her eyes closed, and not without a little line of saliva on the corner of her mouth. Emmeline smiled, and kissed it away.



After a minute, she finally came to. That was a massive orgasm. She probably hadn't come that hard since... since a couple years ago! She felt very, very satisfied. For now.



She opened her eyes, and tilted her head towards Emmeline, who massaged her inner thighs, clearly desperate, but not wanting to reach completion by herself.



"...Emmy..."



The woman in question looked up at her, ceasing in rubbing her inner thighs, and smiled at her. Christine smiled back, leaning into her. "God, that was amazing..." She felt calm, like she was floating gently along in a void of sky.



She certainly wasn't worn out for the night, however, she knew that.



Emmeline breathlessly laughed, entrapped by the glow of her girlfriend. Christine leaned forward to give her the sweetest of kisses that she could muster.



It was returned, much more feverishly.



The kiss seemed to rejuvenate Christine. Every wriggle and sigh from Emmeline served as a motivating bonus, as she began to kiss lower, to her chin, to her jaw, and then to the nape of her neck. She reached up her hands to caress her sides and up to the back clasp of her bra, as she nibbled on her clavicle.



Unwrapping her like the saccharine candy she was, Christine wanted to put her mouth all over her.



So, she took a reasonable course of action.



Pushing Emmeline to lay on her back rather roughly, not without a squeal, she pinned her down with the weight of her naked, sweaty body. Her hands had a firm grip on her wrists. Emmeline wriggled below her.



"Chrissy.." She panted, her bare chest heaving. "God, please..."



Releasing her wrists in favor of her shoulders, Christine lowered herself to her breasts, her mouth watering. Her tongue teased her areola, and she felt legs squeeze underneath. She folded rather quickly, fully taking the nipple in her mouth and suckling, making Emmeline groan. As she teasingly gazed up to see her pleasured expressions, she kept wriggling.



It was harder to savor her with that happening. 

Feeling dangerous, Christine trailed her hands closer to her neck, making Emmeline's breath hitch. The touch was light, and gentle, but the intent behind it made fear course through Emmeline's heart, and arousal course through her body. Personally Christine wasn't much into actually choking her girlfriend, but, she liked scaring her into thinking she would; she found that look in her eyes arousing. Christine removed her mouth from her bosom, her now intense gaze pinning Emmeline down. Her hands didn't leave her neck, ever so slightly squeezing.



She was now Christine's prey, with the way she'd eat her right up. Emmeline braced herself for the way she'd be handled.



But then, Christine just got off of her entirely, without a word. The lack of naked girlfriend on top of her made her want to curl up and be all broody. In reality, it made her cry out in frustration. She lacked that touch she so desperately needed, now. After how nice she'd been to her beloved? How rude! She was too focused on her own feelings to even care to watch where-



Pink sparkly handcuffs flashed in front of her tunnel vision.



Oh, okay. She'd be happy now.



Christine took her wrists and entrapped her onto their bedframe. Taking her long legs, she fastened each ankle to the poles at the foot of the bed, making sure she was unable to resist. Christine smiled at her work, after clambering back onto the bed, on top of Emmeline's lap.



"Safe word?" Christine asked, feigning innocence.



"...circus."



"Good girl."



Christine loved the way she whined at the praise, hungry for it.



Emmeline was giving her a look. An impatient, needy, masochistic look, that told Christine everything she needed to know. Her freckled chest heaved, her pupils dark and dilated, her mouth parted and panting, her face very much flushed. She wanted it badly, and she wanted it rough.



"Chrissy..." Emmeline was going mad the way this woman was dragging it out. The way she said her little nickname sent shivers up her spine.



In response, Christine leaned down, and licked a stripe from her bush to the breast she had neglected prior. She delighted in the way the older woman tensed underneath her, groaning at the feeling. She very much knew what was coming next.



Christine bit her.



It made her cry out, in pain and pleasure, and she instinctively tried to curl in on herself, but to no avail. Just the way she liked it. That skilled tongue licked the bite mark, and she moved to another spot, underneath her left breast, taking her time, making sure Emmeline could feel every pant and puff of breath on her skin, getting her revenge with the anticipation.



Another bite, another moan.



Christine nipped at her until tears formed in her eyes, and Emmeline loved it. She had trailed lower as she went, covering her chest and abdomen in tooth marks and hickeys, tasting her as much as she could.



"You taste so good, my good girl." Emmeline groaned; she could get off of those words alone.



Soon, Christine had gotten on to the main course.



"Be good for me, shh, good girl..." Christine repeated the mantra, making Emmeline unravel further. Stealing yet another greedy glance up at the insanely horny face of her lover, the younger woman finally, finally, put her mouth where it should be.



"Oohhh, f-fuck...hmmh..."



At even the gentlest of touches, Emmeline would groan. But, Christine wasn't in the mood to be gentle.



She shoved her tongue in all the way, capturing as much of the syrupy slick of her girlfriend as much as she could. Emmeline shouted, straining against her chains. They held tight.



'I'll be so good, I'll behave for you.'



Christine's lover only got louder as she was sloppily eaten out; Christine's jaw was soaking wet. Her hands pinched into her thighs, keeping her legs as forced open as she could.



"AhhhAAHHH! C-Chrissy~!"



'I'm a good girl.'



Emmeline's whole body was on fire, tingling in lingering pain and merciless ecstacy. She bunched her hands into fists as she trembled against the restraints. She was so very powerless to the pleasure, now, but she knew she was in good hands, and in a good mouth.



Ruthlessly, kindly, Christine didn't let up for anything. She sucked on her clit as she slid two fingers inside of her, doing the golden technique that put her on the stairway to heaven. The coil within her became painfully tight.



It was too much, by now. Emmeline couldn't hold back her full on screaming.



Christine wouldn't stop, shouldn't stop, couldn't stop. Not for anything. Not until her good girl was happy, happy like she'd made her happy earlier. Christine spoke against her nub, sending lethal vibrations through her being.



"You're my good girl."



Almost violently, the coil finally snapped, sending a scorching hot twang throughout Emmeline's core. She gritted her teeth.



She came so hard it felt like she glitched out of the physical plane of existence. Down in the splash zone, Christine did the hard manual labor and worked her down from her high, undoubtedly turned on again from her ardent noises.



Emmeline's body gave up all at once, her shaky limbs now slack in the cuffs. Her chest heaved, and she let the calm ebb over her, like a cooling wave of ocean water amidst the sweltering heat. Giving Emmeline one last kiss just above her clitoral hood, Christine departed, and sat up, sucking off her fingers.



Tasted like her favorite.



Satisfied with herself for satisfying her girlfriend, the shorter woman straddled her again, and laid down on top of her, pressing honey-filled kisses into her neck as she recovered, still catching her breath. Hands explored Emmeline's sides, before they wrapped around her, fully securing her from getting too lost in the clouds. Christine was her anchor, her safety.



Emmeline relished in the way that she could go from rough to romantic in an instant. She felt good all over; her head was clear, her lover was warm, and provided comforting pressure. She couldn't wait to do it all again tonight, and yet, she treasured these moments like no other; she loved the small moments of aftercare just as much as the sex.



Pecks were peppered up her face, more ticklish in manner, and she had regained the strength to giggle about it. Christine planted one final smooch on her lips, before she leaned back. Her dark brown eyes half-lidded, she grinned at her. Half-present, she smiled back, feeling half-baked in the mind. This beautiful woman would be the death of her.



"You did such a good job..." Christine praised, one last time. "Was it good, Emmy?" She then whispered, keeping the atmosphere cozy. The arms around Emmeline squeezed, and she felt her heart melt.



"Yes..." She breathed. "You were perfect... thank you..."



Forgetting that she was tied up, she tried to return the hug, and found herself unsuccessful. The cuffs jangled, unmoving, against the head board. She was snapped out of her blissful trance at this imperfection.



"Oh!" Christine noticed this, and quickly scooted up to release her from her binds. "Let me help you, there..."



She kneeled over her chest, with her boobs in her face. Emmeline didn't know why that got her so flustered, given what they'd just been doing, and have done many-a-times, but it made her blush a bright red, and flick her gaze away to the paintings on the opposite wall.



"There you go." Her shoulders went limp as Christine finished up, and she brought her hands back down, finally being able to flex her fingers fully again. Pins and needles weren't fun.



Christine got to work with freeing her legs, getting off of her fully, much to her sadness.



But now, she could bend her knees to her heart's content.



She sat up as Christine clambered back up onto the bed, finally returning that hug. Having regained the feelings of her fingers again, she ran her hands through Christine's hair, enjoying the way she sank into the touch.



"Still good to keep going?"



Christine leaned back, with an obvious expression on her face.



"Yeah, duh!"



The pair giggled, Emmeline removing her hands from her head, trailing them down her arms. "Well, what would you like?" She asked, gazing at the woman in her lap adoringly.



Truly, a million-dollar question.



Christine cycled through the pornographic possibilities in her dirty mind, as she put her hand to her chin in thought. Anything Emmeline could do would make her finish, really. Cunnilingus was always a classic, but what if she sat on her face instead? What if she just let Emmeline's lovely fingers do the work? Why not press her crotch into her own and go crazy, despite her lover likely still oversensitive from her overdrive? What if she let Emmeline be as dominating as she wanted to be? She could make her use the strap-on again, but then would Emmeline have the energy to bounce on it sloppy style herself afterwards? Logistics, logistics, logistics...



Stuck in decision hell, she took a long time to respond. After another minute, it just made Emmeline chuckle.



"How about this," Emmeline suggested, still smiling, gently running her gentle hands over her thighs as she talked. "We get some water, and you can think about it some more?"



After a moment, she admitted defeat. "...okay." She sighed, nodding her head. A little glow warmed her chest when Emmeline kissed her on the forehead.



She clambered off of the older woman, got off the bed, staggering, and threw on the red and blue housecoat hanging by the door. When Emmeline tried to shuffle off the bed, Christine walked unsteadily back over, putting her hands on her shoulders, partially for balance against her wobbly legs, but mostly so she couldn't stand up. "You stay there, I'll go and get you some," She ordered, clearly in the mood to coddle her.



Emmeline knew better than to try to insist she got the drinks instead, lest they be stuck in a never-ending, ant-spiral-style circuit of Acts of Service. She'd let Christine have this one. Once.



"Oh-kay, fine," Emmeline relented, mimicking poutiness, getting a giggle out of her lover. "Kiss me first, before you leave..." She purred.



She was met with an unexpectedly passionate embrace that left her dizzy, even after a couple moments of her girlfriend leaving the room.



Collecting herself, she shook her head and grinned to herself.



'God, I love that girl...'



She was certainly recovering now, almost in the mood to do more, but she'd wait until Christine got back to even start thinking about doing anything.



...she thought about things anyway, and made herself blush.



It wasn't long before Christine came back, hopefully ready to exchange ideas on how to make them both scream.



Handing her a glass of water with a smooch, Christine took her spot back on the bed, tossing the housecoat on the floor.



"Thanks," Emmeline gasped, after she had downed it all in one go.



Christine just smiled as she leaned to put the glass on the bedside table, near to where their strapless strap-on had ended up. It gave her some ideas. She might have to work Emmeline back up, but it would be so very worth it. With the small thud of the cup meeting the wood, she already had a plan.



Now, she could pounce.



The millisecond Emmeline had turned back to her, Christine's tongue was in her mouth. She made a noise of surprise, but quickly reciprocated. Christine let her eager hands explore Emmeline's skin, feather-light touching the little ticklish spots that made her shiver. Reciprocating with as much fervor, Emmeline met her energy, gently groping her in a way that she loved.



Tangled in passionate embrace, Christine let Emmeline guide her underneath the covers, not breaking their lip lock for a second. Emmeline lovingly pinned her down with her body, grabbing her ass as if she'd die without. As much as she wanted to fuck the coherent thoughts out of the woman now above her, she loved the quality time that was a good old-fashioned makeout session.



When they finally pulled back for air, her hair was surely a mess, and lipstick stains likely coated the bottom portion of her face. Her bare chest heaved as she caught her breath, and she shuddered when Emmeline trailed down to her clavicle with the tip of her nose, her hot breath spidering against her neck.



Smooch, nibble, bite.



This far along, Christine was so, so ready to be touched again. Almost too ready, given the way the wavering moan came out of her mouth, or the arousal that almost spilled down the inner expanse of her thighs. The pulsing from her crotch was almost painful. In a way, she became hyper-aware of herself.



The things Christine didn't notice would ultimately be the death of her.



Emmeline rubbed her vulva with a middle finger and the palm of her hand, sudden in nature, and the electrifying feeling made her seize. The touch sent unbelievably powerful shocks up her nervous system, making her stutter and whine as her girlfriend treated her so lovingly. Another hickey was gifted upon her, as her lover pushed her hand into her clit, stroking her at just the right speed, not too roughly, not too gently. Desperately, she bucked into the sensation. So much for her plan.



Emmeline pressed harder, delighting in the fact that Christine was loving such a simple gesture, and the hips rolled into her hand much more harshly.



Christine was getting lost in the feelings, her previous motivations gone. She humped her hand faster, wanton grunts spilling from her mouth. At this, Emmeline was surprised, but let her chase her high, painting her collarbone with bite marks and faint lipstick. Christine's hands clawed into her.



She was so close, so close to perfection...



And Emmeline ruined it, taking her now slick hand away, and her hips bucked into a painful void of nothing.



She cried out in agony, her body burning at the absence of heat and pressure. It snapped her back to reality, and the stupid smug grin that Emmeline wore. No, not stupid, not smug. Dominating, enjoying her turmoil like the sick woman she was, and Christine loved it, how utterly mean it was to lead her on like that. Christine could feel the tears dripping down her cheeks, her chest heaving in a sob.



Emmeline didn't think the way she did, this time, as her sadistic smile dropped off of her face, replaced by an expression of concern and empathy, and Christine silently cursed her for it.



"Chrissy..? Was that too much..?" She whispered.



She wanted to huff and puff, and get all angry about it, because her body felt like it was being infested by a swarm of hornets. Of course it was too much! And she loved it! She wanted her to save the loving, caring side of her until she got off on the meanest that this woman could be. It was a simple ask, and it was very hot when she got brutal in bed!



Swallowing her misplaced frustration, she looked back up at her. The power dynamic was broken, and Emmeline was all soft again, now.



Maybe it was her turn to be mean.



Without a single utterance of their safe word, she sat up, much to the confusion of her lover. Her nostrils flared as she caught her breath, staring horny daggers into her blue-grey eyes.



Emmeline quickly caught on to her mistake, floored by this switch-up.



Christine wanted to hiss sexually charged, venomous words at her, but the last time she tried that, it made her cry in a not-sexy context, and it took a lot of comfort and talking to establish some boundaries with that sort of thing. Remembering that whole ordeal made her feel bad. So instead, she'd humor her. A tiny bit.



"I'm fine," She huffed. "I liked it..."



As soon as Emmeline opened her mouth to apologize, profusely, Christine silenced her with a pointer to her mouth.



"How are you gonna show me you're sorry?"



Emmeline's face broke out into a rich red. She stuttered against the finger at her mouth. "I-I could, uh-"



"Show me." Christine demanded, cutting her off by forcing her thumb into her mouth, which just about broke Emmeline. Regardless, she let herself run her tongue over the intrusion as she sucked, drawing a groan out of her, gazing needingly at the younger woman.



'Oh, wow...'



Christine bit her lip; she could barely handle how hot Emmeline was normally. But now? It made her stop in her tracks.



Fluster took over her brain, and just like that, her power was lost. Her jaw went slack.



Seeing this, Emmeline paused.



And then, it made her smile and giggle. She took the opportunity.



"Aww," She cooed as she took the hand away from her face, as she watched Christine's brow furrow, not yet privy to what was happening right in front of her. "Can't handle all of me, sweetheart?"



Her eyes went wide, and Emmeline knew she was back where she wanted her. Christine scrambled for a response that wouldn't make her sound pathetic, without success. "I- I um-!"



Emmeline shoved her back down to the mattress and pillows, and knowing what was good for her, Christine shut right up. With her hands on her shoulders and her hips straddling her, she spoke in a low, dangerous tone.



"I know how to show you I'm sorry."



That was the meanest thing she could do. Make Christine think she still had a chance of gaining some power over the situation, when in actuality she was teasing her. And then, Christine knew, she'd be in a torturously constant state of fluster until Emmeline had her romp. She gulped.



One hand reached over somewhere obscured from her view, and she brought back the red strap-on. Christine tensed as Emmeline got up to crouch over her, lowering the tip to tease her, which made Christine wiggle in desperation under her, singing her desire in a series of little grunts. The other hand on her shoulder got tighter, as if threatening her.



An unexpected feeling invaded her lower half. Emmeline slipped the strapless part of the dildo inside, equipping it on her, with the base perfectly lined up to provide her clit with friction.



Wide-eyed, Christine liked where this was going.



Emmeline's hand wrapped around the shaft, slowly jerking up and down, as if it were her own, but in a way that sent lovely bolts to her already sensitive bundle of nerves. She moaned, succumbing to the fate that her girlfriend subjected her to.



As her hand worked pure magic up her fake junk, she had the audacity to look her intensely in the eye as she did so, daring Christine to even try to reclaim her stolen ground.



How could she? It just flustered her further, and Emmeline visibly enjoyed that.



She looked away, unable to take it, only for a hand to come off her shoulder and force her head to turn back to her. Having too much fun, Emmeline searched deep within her soul, with her intense gaze.



"How's my apology so far?" She asked, feigning her innocence. Christine wanted to be mad, that was her shtick after all, but not when she felt so small underneath her, not when she sped up her hand movements, not when she kept her feeling so bashfully powerless. Only a groan came out of her mouth.



Oh, Emmeline loved the way Christine ate it up; she loved rendering her lover dysfunctional with fluster. She wouldn't make her try to use her words, since she was such a kind girlfriend, but she'd surely make her sing.



After all, she was all hot and bothered herself, now.



Not breaking her eye contact, she lifted her leg to straddle her again, removing her hand and placing it on her shoulder again. Her nails were short, but they dug into her skin, harshly.



Emmeline said nothing as she rutted on her fake dick, so close to slipping inside, only faint slick noises and their heavy breathing audible at the moment. God, Christine needed it. She bucked her hips in desperation, not thinking about anything else other than intercourse.



She whined when Emmeline glared at her, loving the way she shifted her weight to her arms, threatening to crush her shoulders.



"Stay down if you want it." The older woman hissed above her.



Her core throbbed, moaning out a pathetic "Mm-hmm!" to appease her. Emmeline began rubbing herself on the strap again with a quiet sigh, as Christine gritted her teeth through the feeling.



The tip rolled against Emmeline's clit, and rubbed back and forth along her entrance. Slowly, she sank down on it, enjoying the various choking noises coming from Christine. She bit back a loud moan herself.



Her head felt a bit more empty now, her brain power being pushed out by faux cock. Indulging herself, she began to work herself across the shaft, and she grunted with every movement. Christine cried out underneath her, it being already too much.



"AAAahh- Emmy, OOohh! F-fuck-!"



It didn't take long for Emmeline to go faster, now quietly moaning, as opposed to Christine's borderline screaming. The base of the dildo mercilessly bumped against her clit, shattering her mind.



Before she could even register it, or even try to stop it, she came, hard. She squirted, her whole body tense, coating both of their hips in quim. Her vision went black.



But Emmeline didn't stop for her.



It was a good ten seconds until Christine completed her reboot, and the first thing she felt? Wet hips, riding her raw, hands digging into her shoulders, and an unbearable burn all over. She tried to struggle, but Emmeline was just too mean.



Continuing her onslaught, Emmeline mounted her at a faster pace, purely acting on her own selfish desires. Moans tumbled out of her throat, and she finally took her hands off of Christine's shoulders to lean back, and put her hands on the legs behind her for support. With the new angle, she clenched on the object inside her, and sang her impassioned song.



The overstimulation made fresh tears drip down Christine's cheeks, but Emmeline looked so good like this. So, so good. She... she couldn't just not enjoy it. She lifted her shaky hands to assist in pulling her hips back down with each movement, further adding to her burning pleasurable pain.



Emmeline couldn't resist the help from sweaty, sticky hands. Unrestrained and orgiastic, she let herself go, and with it, her dominatrix-esque control. Christine didn't have the strength to take the vacant power, however. The searing pain felt too good, and she was only able to use a very small portion of her brain.



"OooOooOooh, Oh-! Chr-! HmmMmmMmm-!" Emmeline went harder, completely lost in herself, and took a hand off of Christine's thigh to finish the job, but Christine beat her to it. Her thumb pressed into her clit, making her head tilt back in white-hot intoxication.



Gritting her teeth, Emmeline felt the dam burst, gushing hot fluid onto the strap, and Christine's hips. Christine pushed her hips down and bucked into her to drag out her orgasm, as her lover was locked in euphoria. The overstimulation invaded her very soul, at this point.



And yet.



"Ohh, fuck-!"



Christine orgasmed again, pushing herself up into her girlfriend, who was now gasping and squirming on top of her, no doubt completed. Emmeline's arms gave out.



Ragdolling into the mattress, beside Christine, Emmeline's body had no doubt reached its equilibrium. Her lover was still twitching through her own beside her, before she went limp in pursuit.



As the pair caught their breath, Christine took the strap-on off with shaky hands, and gently pulled out of Emmeline. They interlaced their hands together. Emmeline knew Christine wouldn't likely to be able to cuddle as of now, with the overstimulation hell she'd put her through, so some pre-marital hand-holding would do the trick.



The intense air died down around them, replaced by something content, something calm. That feeling cemented the end of their activities for the night.



After a good minute, Christine's hand squeezed her own, signaling her that she was fortunately, still alive.



"...wow..." Christine whispered.



"Wow..." Emmeline echoed, almost hoarse with bliss.



Sluggishly, she turned her head to face Christine, who wore a tired, dopey grin, the tear trails still visible on her cheeks. Her eyelids drooped.



"God... you're so good at that..."



Emmeline, just as blissed out, breathlessly chuckled, shuffling closer to weakly plant one on the side of her mouth, kissing away any saliva that had drooled out of her mouth. Christine giggled into her feather-light kisses.



Now, she'd love to enjoy Soft Emmeline.



Her body relaxed as her love peppered soft smooches onto her lips and cheeks, taking care to not touch her too much, as she was still recovering from the overstimulation, but squeezing her hand, rubbing little circles with her thumb.



Pulling back, Emmeline gave her that tender, glowing look, flashing her that warm smile, full of adoration. Christine captured that image in her mind, savoring it forever, and the way Enmeline conveyed her emotion. Bashful and blushing, she returned the same expression.



"I love you," The older woman whispered, as if it were only for her to hear.



Now grinning from ear-to-ear, her face hot, Christine leaned forward to press a soft kiss on her lips. "I love you, too."



Together, they rubbed their noses, giggling.



Giving her one last kiss, Emmeline sat up, and Christine missed having her by her side; the room felt colder. "I'm gonna go clean up, okay?"



Christine nodded, sullen, and Emmeline staggered off the bed with the strap in hand, to the washroom, bare naked. Of course, Christine would always watch to make sure she didn't fall and hurt herself. No other reason.



She'd figure she'd reorganize in the meantime, grunting with the effort to sit up, rubbing the sore parts of her body. She took the towels off of the bed, piling them in the laundry. They'd do chores tomorrow. Maybe.



When Emmeline returned, they exchanged kisses, and Christine took her turn, putting on the housecoat.



Emmeline stretched out onto the bed, returning the now clean toy to its box. Sighing as she sank into the covers, she felt complete, and content.



Her life was amazing, now. Who knew it took being trapped inside a circus game for about nine years to find a real family, real friends and the love of her life? Maybe it was the forced proximity, or the constant need for comfort. Either way, where she ended up was where it mattered, and she ended up... happy. She was happy, and savored every single drop of human life, every moment that she could live. Emmeline didn't have to resort to her optimistic facade, and she hadn't had to in a damn long time, because she felt genuine in her joy. She felt better at confrontation, she felt better at standing up for herself, better at admitting when things were less than perfect. But that truly spoke to the moment, because she felt perfect.



Every night, she'd thank whichever higher power gave her a second chance at a human life.



Christine entered their room, yawning. Emmeline smiled; she found her adorable. She sat up, stretching her arms out in invitation. Tossing off her housecoat, she shuffled on the bed, deciding that the best spot was behind her Emmeline. The older woman grinned when Christine cuddled up to her, a little confused as to why she declined a post-coital cuddle.



Until, Christine began massaging her shoulders, making her instantly melt, with an airy sigh. She leaned into the lovely sensation.



"Mmmmmm," She hummed as Christine rubbed her neck and back. "Thanks, babe..."



"Of course," Christine continued to rub her sore muscles, working out the tension. She trailed her healing hands down her arms, kissing her neck. "I love you. So, so much..." She whispered into her ear. It made her beam and blush.



Emmeline let her eyes close and her mind go numb as Christine uttered sweet nothings into her ear, wrapping her kind arms around her. Christine leaned into her fiery red hair, inhaling as much of home as she could.



Her massaging got slower after a while, and she pressed more heavily into the older woman. She felt zen; waves of exhaustion washing over her, rendering her slower with each passing ebb.



Emmeline registered this, opening her tired eyes. Shuffling around to face Christine, making her jerk back, almost fully awake, her eyes barely open, she silently chuckled.



"You tired..?"



"Mmmnno..."



Emmeline just kissed her after she giggled again, happy in the way Christine tiredly smiled into it. Emmeline shimmied herself up to lay back down on the bed, opening the covers, and patted the spot next to her. Christine happily took her up on her offer, scooting over to stretch her arm over her to turn out the bedside lamp with a click.



Emmeline yawned, and felt Christine's bare body cuddle up against her, skin to skin. Her warm breaths skittered along the expanse of her collarbone, as the younger woman tucked herself away, as if she were a baby chick.



"Good night. I love you," Emmeline ran gentle hands through her dark hair, disarming her need for consciousness.



"G'night... love you...too..." She could only mumble. Christine felt Emmeline fully relax, and one last kiss was pressed into the crown of her head.



The ocean of slumber welcomed her as she sank deeper, into the hadal zone. Her life swirled away for the night, ready to greet her in the morning; the only thing anchoring her to the reminder of her humanity was the satisfaction of the after-sex flowing through her veins, and the scent and feel of another beside her, that was there to stay, to forever console her that she was real. That she was also human.



Christine was a human, who was very loved. And that she knew, even when the nightmares of past digital torture came back to haunt her, her fellow human would cradle her in her arms, rocking her back and forth, until she no longer stirred in distress. Her human, her love, her Emmeline, with their bond that ran deep in their shared history, and their bright future. She'd be there for her too; she'd be damned if she wouldn't do the same for her, because she loved her, endlessly, to the universe and back. She always would, no matter what would happen. These were, by far, the best days of her life. Luckily, the nightmarish abstraction dreams didn't haunt her tonight.



And, when the morning came, when Christine got up before her soon-to-be wife to make her breakfast in bed (get her a bowl of cereal...) with a side of TLC, when they made the move to do nothing but cuddle and lounge around all day, she knew.






She was happy. Happy, to have her life back.