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It seemed swinging was no longer interesting once the sun had set.
At least, that's what Pin told herself as a sorry attempt to soothe the pang of rejection from her ex-competitors leaving her alone on the swing set. Something she'd failed to consider was that swinging for multiple hours straight actually exhausts people. Well, it exhausts everyone except for Pin, apparently; she'd been swinging non-stop and is, currently, swinging like a lunatic with her new legs and shouting "Whee!" every time she reaches the peak.
Whatever. It's not like she cares about them. Everyone left the swings in a domino effect, starting with Fries who, without warning, just...jumped off and walked away. Then Tennis Ball, then Needle, and then Book, who all at least tried to give an excuse for their departure when Pin began demanding (threatening) them to stay.
At least Coiny stayed; she hadn't expected otherwise.
Still, she ignores him; She just got her precious limbs back and her goal is to do everything she couldn't do without her limbs. Swinging takes priority, of course.
It's eerie how quiet the night is, though- Usually, Coiny's running around, unapologetically vocal and shouting something stupid, but right now, the only noise ringing out is the squeaking of her swing and her constant 'whee!'. She has to look down at Coiny to make sure he hadn't actually left with everyone else. Sure enough, he's still there. He swings slowly; languidly, lethargy weighing down his eyes that lock onto her.
The cool night breezes hitting her face come to a gradual stop. She doesn't realize she'd stopped swinging until her foot kicks a pebble on the floor, and she plants her feet into the ground for the first time in the couple hours she'd been swinging.
"Nice of you to come down to my level," Coiny laughs, voice scratching like a record without his usual energy. "How ya holding up, weirdo?"
"Great. Duh."
"Sooo you aren't tired?"
"Of course not. Why would I be?"
"Well for one, you just got your new limbs earlier today-"
"I'm already used to them! See?" She squiggles her arms into continuous wavelength shapes.
"-Then we tried to enact the death penalty on Leafy, then we chased Firey, blah blah blah, and now we gotta live in an abandoned city, and-"
"Just get to the point already."
Coiny's voice mellows out each time he talks, "I'm just saying, It's been a long day. I think-" yawn "-a break sounds good right about now."
"Uh, okay? You don't have to stay, y'know. Go to sleep, Coiny."
"And miss this moment with you?" His voice lowers, sweet and thick like molasses. By the look of his droopy eyes he's about to doze off at any moment. "Today's been too hectic! This whole day I've just wanted a moment for us two, and we're alone now, so...please?"
Pin glares, pursing her bottom lip, pretending to consider the offer like she didn't make up her mind as soon as he asked, "Sheesh, corny, but okay. Whatever."
Coiny exhales. Okay. What to talk about....He scans her up and down and says the first question building up on his tongue, "...How do your new limbs feel?" Coiny's voice lulls into another yawn, invoking even a yawn from Pin herself.
"Tingly."
His lidded eyes lower to her new arms and down the length of her legs. Strange. Coiny'd gotten used to the many variants of his best friend, but seeing her with limbs for the first time in 3 years is something even he'd have to get used to. His eyes fixate back up onto her fingers currently clenching around the swing's handle.
"You're staring."
"Huh. Oh...oh! My bad!!"
Pin needs to twist herself on the swing to fully face Coiny, "You're always staring at me, y'know," and once she finds the right position, she plants her tingling feet firm into the ground and holds a hand out in front of him like an offering,
"Here."
He blinks. "What?"
Pin voice falls flat as she states the most obvious thing in the world, "You're curious about my limbs. Go on; I can tell you wanna examine them, so hurry up. Before I change my mind."
Coiny's confused. Is this an invitation? It surely doesn't help that he is, in fact, fighting every ounce of impending sleep to continue hanging out with Pin, but through his sleep-ridden haze he gathers the energy to take her hand in both of his. Pin's breath hitches.
Huh.
Her hand feels...just like his own limbs: smooth under his fingers, a bit rubbery with elasticity. The only difference between them is the sheer warmth radiating off her in Coiny's own, cold hands.
"Wow, this is awesome! How can GB make limbs this accurately? Your pigment must be incredible!"
Coiny's hesitance fades the more he traces her knuckles with his thumbs and Pin shudders at the sensation. "Is it weird having feeling here?" Coiny asks, squeezing her hand gently.
"Kinda, yeah...Everything feels, like, a bazillion times more intense. If I stand on grass I could probably tell you the exact amount of grass blades I'd be stepping on,"
Her voice trails off into a mumble, "It feels nice when you hold my hand..." If Coiny weren't laser-focused on caressing each of her fingers then he might've noticed the pale, pink flush stark against the pristine white of Pin's exterior.
But Pin's senses are overloading. She’s much too overstimulated to react to Coiny lifting her hand up, slow; careful like she's made of glass, and bringing her flushed knuckles against the soft pucker of his lips.
Pin pulls her hand back with a snatch.
"Um...what?!"
“Sorry!! Sorrysorrysorry I was curious!! I didn’t cross a boundary, did I?!”
Pin brow twitches. Coiny uses every possible synonym for the word ‘sorry’. But his efforts aren’t enough, and maybe an apology isn’t what she wanted because she’s snatch-ing one of Coiny’s hands and smacking it firmly onto her own leg.
His sweaty fingers clam up.
“It’s fine. I don’t really care…i like the feeling of—“ her unsaid words linger in the suffocating tension building around them.
Coiny’s voice cracks, “Y-Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
His hand moves hesitantly; in increments so slow Pin would think she were imagining things if she couldn’t feel every spark of his touch down the smoothness of her leg and onto her knee. Her leg shakes.
“Are you sensitive here?”
“No— yes? I’m sensitive everywhere.”
He blushes. “Everywhere?!”
“I meant everywhere on my limbs, you moron.”
Coiny’s blush was rather pretty, Pin’d have to admit: the light specks of red against his copper blends into a vibrant blood orange, so bright and striking Pin wants to push his limits until he becomes as red as her original color.
She leans in.
His hand on her knee retracts and his body language closes in. Coiny keeps his arms stiff against his body and his feet firmly planted into the ground.
“Uhm, Pinster?”
“What?”
“…Haha, uh, well,”
Pin’s too occupied on watching his blush feather out around the edges and spread over his circumference. Her swing squeaks, choppy like her voice as she leans in inch, by inch, by squeaky inch, to observe his red face.
“—You’re, ahaha, you’re getting really close, y’know???”
She misses him. His gentle touches on her sensitive hand and leg linger like smoke as the only reminder Coiny’d been there.
“Am I?”
His lips are shiny. She wants to run the pad of her thumb over them.
The sliver of shared space between them grew tauntingly dizzying. They were so close. Either of them could lean in, just an inch, and easily close the distance.
"...What're you thinking about?' Coiny's whispy voice hits against her own lips like a small breeze.
"You know exactly what I'm thinking about," Pin bites. She's whispering, too, she realizes, like the distance between them is a fragile, sacred space built on unspoken words, and if she speaks too loud the serene moment’ll come crumbling down.
He wants her just as bad; Pin knows this; has seen it in the sweet, longing stares he shoots her way or the unyielding loyalty he holds like it's his entire purpose to serve her.
Her gaze lingers on his lips.
So close.
More than anything, she wants to feel him. Pin gets what she wants:
Her swing squeaks as she outstretches her unfamiliar limbs and does a clumsy job of wrapping her flimsy arms around him. Their position is anything but comfortable with how they’re contorting their bodies on the swings. At least it works. Just a little closer.
They close their eyes to bask in the moment of winds dancing amongst silence.
Pin leans in,
and the world melts away the moment their lips finally meet.
It's sweet. Shy. They freeze in the unfamiliar contact and their mutually-panicked thoughts muddy the moment. Yet, neither make an effort to part. Pin's swing squeaks again when she tightens her hold around him and she unintentionally deepens the kiss, her body pressing against his.
Coiny’s breath hitches. Mint…
Their small kiss stretches into a lifetime while simultaneously passing as quick as a breeze. Pin is the one to pull away. The warmth of their breaths mix and Coiny only has time to mutter a small, “Pin…” before she forces their bodies back together, reconnecting their lips yet again. She’s fierce. Pin has always gone for what she’s wanted, and she tilts herself into him in an amateurish attempt at kissing him harder. Deeper. She needs more of him.
But Coiny…he’s frozen up. His sleep-deprived “brain” lags on processing their kiss entirely. He whines when she pulls away.
“Move,” She demands in a whisper.
“Okay-“ his words are cut short and swallowed by Pin, who's taking full control over his mouth.
Is this a dream? Surely Coiny is dreaming; a light, beautiful dream of Pin raking her fingers over his back and clumsily moving her lips against him. He mimics her movements and does a sorry job of moving in rhythm with her demanding pace. She tastes of spice– did she eat paprika earlier? –and the scent of lingering chemicals from Golf Ball’s factory fills their shared air.
Strangely enough...it’s addicting.
Just as they begin to form a semblance of a rhythm, the bliss of the kiss suddenly stops, and Coiny’s too mindfucked to realize Pin’s pulled away and he’s, in fact, pecking at the air like a fish out of water. His awareness turns on at the light laughter hitting his lips.
“Pft- you’re an idiot.”
"I- uhm-"
His stammering only causes her to laugh louder. Huh. Is this Coiny's first time hearing her laugh in a non-malicious manner? She repeatedly slaps him on the back (ow) and continues to laugh so brightly Coiny forgets the sun has long set. Her arms wrapped around him– so hot they practically imprinted their heat into him –pull away. The space occupied on his back grow colder without her touch.
Pin can barely speak through the incessant laughter, "Oh my metal- how- pft- how long have you been wanting to do that??"
"Ah, jeez...how long has it been since we formed W.O.A.H Bunch...?"
"That long?! There's positively no way you're being serious..."
"Welll I did always think you were pretty cute..."
"Seriously?" Her laughing dies down with each breath she exhales but her wide smile is just as blinding. "Makes sense; I'm the most beautiful here, clearly."
"Clearly."
The air stills. Goosebumps trail up Pin's legs- the first time she's had goosebumps on her new limbs -and she shutters at the unfamiliarity. The night is cold, yet the empty space separating them is too unbearably hot; taunting; urging them to lean in closer to bask in their shared warmth, and Pin breaks the soft silence with her sudden, choppy syllables,
"I like you, Coiny."
She speaks it so quietly Coiny mistakes it for a breeze passing by. He freezes, gripping the handles of the swing with enough force to imprint the rope's texture onto his palms.
"You- huh??"
Mint...I'm definitely dreaming...
Pin leans her body into their shared space. So close. "You're not dreaming; I like you. A lot. And you don't have to tell me that you're head over heels for me 'cause I already know."
"You– what– you know?!"
Poor Coiny. If he had a brain, then surely it'd be too small and tired to comprehend all the blessings he'd received within the past 5 minutes.
"Duh. Don't think I don't see the way you stare at me with those sappy eyes.” Her warm breath dusting his lips grows dizzying. "You wanna continue?" Pin whispers.
"Continue...kissing?"
"OMPF- yes. Kissing, you dummy."
"Oh... You don't have to ask me again, Pinster-"
Coiny moves on pure instinct; The swing he dangles on practically jumps as he lunges forward at the promise of tasting her again-
Only...to be stopped in place by Pin's hand. She pushes him away with the tip of her fingers and his swing rocks back with a squeak, leaving him swinging side to side
"Nuh uh, we are not going to keep kissing on these swings- twisting my poor body like this is growing annoyingly, arduously exhausting."
Cute. Coiny huffs. "Heh. Thought it didn't make sense for you to get exhausted."
"Oh hush. Your sub-par kissing skills sucked a lotta energy outta me."
Pin jumps off the swingset and Coiny quickly follows as soon as he notices her legs wobbling on the uneven ground, threatening to give out.
“Woah, I gotcha Pin–“
”You don’t got me–“ she pushes Coiny away before he can hold her for support, “I don’t need your help anymore now that I’ve got my limbs back.” Pin lowers herself into a sitting position with a plop.
Coiny trots behind her, following his leader and taking a seat on the purple terrain. ”You’re right- you’ve always been so strong, with or without limbs.”
Flattery satisfies her. “Aren’t I? It’s no wonder you like me so much…”
Seemingly, the slight change in setting has completely reset Coiny's confidence. His hands grow clammy. Pin notices.
The next moment happens like a strike of lightning and before he knows it, Pin has her arms wrapped around Coiny's back to hold him tight and press her lips into his. He's paralyzed. It's an electric shock to his lips and nervous system everytime Pin kisses him and Coiny swallows her noises of pleasure. It's good. She's so smooth; so rough with her movements, pressing herself so far into him the kiss becomes borderline uncomfortable. But Pin gets what she wants– Coiny makes sure of it –so he wraps his hands around her waist and gives Pin the pleasure of his own whines spilling into their kiss. She hums.
The kiss doesn't last as long as either of them hoped. If it weren't for their need to breathe they'd hold a kiss forever. But they can't. Ugh. Pin is the one to pull away, a pop emitting from the separation
"You're a bad kisser," Coiny teases.
"Puh-lease. You're enjoying this a lot more than you've ever enjoyed a single contest of that stupid competition, aren't you."
"That's a bit of a stretch; I had a lotta fun this season!"
Her hands tense over his back.
"Wowww. Fine. I see how it is. You'd rather compete than kiss me. Great. Guess this means we can just end things here and–"
"No no nonono Pin I'm sorry I take it back!!!"
Her expression flashes from malicious to playful. Sparks shoot in his system at her devious gaze and shy smile and he can't help looking down at her lips, moistened with their saliva.
"I want you to kiss me harder," Pin whispers. She leans closer. "Can you do that for me?"
Oh wow. This is really happening.
"What wouldn't I do for you, Pinster?"
Neither of them know exactly what "kissing harder" entails. Their amateurishness becomes blatantly obvious the more they move their lips in their uncoordinated rhythm. Neither of them care. All they're chasing is the other's lips, their need to taste each other growing stronger. Hungrier. Even more so when Pin licks his lips and slips her tongue into his breathless mouth. It's weird. She's warm, and wet, and adhering to her role as leader, taking full control of the kiss by circling her tongue over his. Sloppy. A small stream of drool dribbles down the open space of their mouths and it's cold as their mixed saliva travels down their hot exteriors and suddenly the air (or lack thereof) grows thicker the deeper Pin pulls him into their trance. She explores him without limitations- gliding over his teeth, up to the roof of his mouth, and back to circling over his own tongue with that slow, sloppy rhythm both were growing accustomed to. Mint. She's dangerous. If she were trying to kill him of asphyxiation, then she was doing a great job.
Coiny can't pull away– it's simply not an option with how far-gone he is, so Pin has to be the one to separate. Again.
"Haah, Coiny..." Pin says between heaving breaths, "You know...if we die from this we'd have to...wait until someone finds and recovers us."
"...So?" He leans back in to place desperate pecks on the corners of her mouth. "Don't care."
"Well you should care because I care."
"Mhm. Whatever you want."
She’s unimpressed. "Are you even listening to me, Coiny?
"Yeah." (He's not.) "Can we keep going?"
Coiny recognizes the scowl she makes when she's upset– her (rather cute) angry face is the last thing Coiny registers before a cold gust of wind hits against his exterior and his sitting position flattens, his back hitting the gravel as Pin...pins him down.
"Wha-"
It's too much too fast and Coiny catches a quick look at her white body looming over him; a snarky expression in clear view amidst the purple shadows of her face serves the only warning before she smashes their faces together with a harsh clink of their teeth.
Oh my mint...
Coiny's sleep deprivation is overridden by pure adrenaline leaking out and turning his arms to jelly as his hands snake up to the familiar position around the indents of her waist. No shyness now. Lips and tongues lap unapologetically with crude smacks. Their messy kiss leaks like a stream and gravity pulls their saliva down to puddle in Coiny’s mouth. It's not like he cares. Not when her lips are burning into him– whether it be the paprika she’d eaten or the intense, shared heat between them –and Coiny's running on pure instinct when he takes her tongue in his mouth and begins to suck.
"Mmphf-?!"
Even new limbs have their limitations, and after a long day of pushing them to their fullest extent, they finally give out–
Pin topples down onto him. Oops.
Their teeth clank abruptly on impact and Pin squeaks. “Ouchie!” She opens her mouth ready to complain but before she gets the chance, Coiny; under her, hands slotted firmly into the empty spaces of her waist; rolls them to their side and pushes her against the purple land. He huffs. Beautiful.
There’s too many sensations and feelings to process at once. Pin blinks, stunned, vision locking onto the drool running down the corner of his mouth. “Oh? You’re– you wanna…take control, huh?”
Coiny mumbles under ragged breaths, “...’s that fine?”
“Ha, yeah, sure. Not like you could do–”
Too desperate. He can’t wait any longer and kisses away the next words she’d planned to say.
Pin squirms in his touch. Without control, her first instinct is to fall into her default temper and take reins of the situation, but her body betrays her, moving on its own, melting into the sweet embrace. It’s hard to conjure anger out of thin air when Coiny is kissing her, carefully; with complete precision and full desperation. And unlike her, he’s gentle, taking the time to memorize the plush of her lips, the imprints of tongues, the little whimpers Pin doesn’t mean to let out. Pretty. Coiny wants her in every way possible and he guides one hand off her waist, up to the very top of Pin’s arm parallel to him, down, down, down. Slow. Delicate, electric to her new nerves. His fingers find her palm and ever-so-slowly brush her hand to interlock with her own fingers.
Wow. This is how his hand feels? He’s cold and refreshing and his grip is firm like he never intends to let go. The callouses on his tiny fingers brush against her smooth knuckles and Pin’s face reddens from the overload of heavenly touches and chaotic, discombobulated thoughts shared between their telepathy,
OMPF, am I dying?!
I never want this to end…
I swear I’m gonna die if he keeps this up!
She’s so warm..
He better not stop!!
So beautiful..
He’s mine!!!
I love her…
Too perfect to ever forget; they encase this blissful moment in amber.
Coiny, for the first time this night, is the one to make the painful decision of separating.
They gasp and take sharp inhales of the cold air the very moment their lips leave the embrace. Everything's so hot. So cold. The world is a blur, and it takes a good 30 seconds before everything falls back into place– the rocky terrain they’re laying on, the pebbles sticking to their arms and legs, Pin’s warm hand in Coiny's cold one,
And lastly, each other.
“...”
“...”
The first thing Coiny notices about Pin is the soft gradient of pink over her lips. He freezes. Did I do that?! “Uhhhhhh…” he opens his mouth with absolutely zero thoughts to verbalize. It’s impossible. He can’t stop thinking about her her her and he can’t not think about how they’d just been exchanging saliva mere seconds ago.
“Exchanging saliva?” The staccato of Pin’s words echo soft and sudden, “Pft– That’s what you call it??”
“Huh…Pinster, I can’t– I need some time to get adjusted… I think my brain is short-circuiting."
Pin snorts. Then laughs. Laughs and laughs, breathier and harder, and squeezes his hand to stabilize herself.
“OMPF, we SUCK at kissing!!”
“What? You think so?! I’m-...that’s embarrassing. I thought it was nice.”
“No you dummy! I’m not saying it was bad, we just suck!” Even the ever-enigmatic Pin runs out of energy, and she dons an expression similar to his, her heavy lids fluttering and her voice softening as she whispers, “I liked it,” and leans in to place one final peck on his lips. “I liked it a lot. I better not catch you kissing anyone else like this.”
She’s so…peaceful. It’s a strange look on her.
Coiny’s vision is on the verge of blacking out, but he forces his eyes open to observe the flush tinting Pin’s body a light pink. “Pin, you were my first kiss.”
“Yeah, I can tell.”
“You’ve kissed someone before? Who???”
“I…well, uhmmm–” Her heavy eyes avert to the side, “No, I haven’t… you were my first kiss, too.”
“Good,” Coiny places a gentle kiss on her cheek, “I want you all to myself.”
“Yuck. Cringe.”
“What, you seriously don't share the sentiment?”
Pin bites her lip. “Of course I do.”
Stars twinkle overhead in the indigo abyss; They’re as bright and pure as Pin’s new color, save for the dusting of pink. There’s something new. The air is light, and any semblance of tension’s been replaced with a mutual excitement for all the possibilities that’ll come from this night forward.
“Soo…” Coiny’s voice trails off as he gives Pin’s hand a light squeeze. “…We suck at kissing. That just means…we gotta practice and we’ll become top-notch in no time! Yeah? Whaddya say?”
Pin’s lips find the familiar position on his,
“Oh shut up—“
Sleep was forgotten that night in favor of the rigorous “practice” lasting until the sun rose high up to warm the purple terrain they’d lay on the entire night. Practice came easy, and Coiny was right— by how committed they were to “practicing”, it was only a matter of time until they mastered the art of each other.