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[ Riku disappears first. Vanished in her sleep, in the middle of the night, collapsing in on herself in a shimmer of starlights. This isn't like last time. No warnings, no chances to say goodbye, no hesitation or resistance. She just isn't there.

Lea goes minutes after Riku, in the same way. But she's awake, lounging on her couch, having a conversation as she flips through her phone. Here and then gone, like a flame. This isn't the first time either of them have gone home, but it's the first time it's so abrupt. At least it isn't death. The last time Riku went home was seven years ago. She was gone for a month, and she came back with shorter hair and the Mark of Mastery. The last time Lea went home, no one really noticed. She thought she was used to it by now.

Things are different this time. Disorienting. Lea meets Kai in the training, for real this time. Riku has her memories, or at least most of them. They're hazy, dreamlike, but real. She has them all. She remembers how old she really is and how long she's been gone. She remembers everyone she cares about, and everyone that won't change here. She keeps her ice magic and takes what she's learned here to use there. But time is fluid. She doesn't feel like she's been gone for seven years.

Lea's are gone, for now. She lives everything new and fresh, with the dressing room appearing only in dreams vivid enough to unsettle her.

Things aren't the same for every world.

Things go better than expected.

The core story is the same. The heroes rescue the ones that need it, they bring everyone back, they defeat the darkness, and they go home. How and when and who — these things vary, but they do it all together and they go home together. And then their story is over, at least for now, and they come back.

Unlike how they went out, Lea and Riku reappear together on the beach. Coming back is just as disorienting, and neither has their phone, so they get their bearings and confirm memories with each other, of the dressing room and of home, and then separate to find their friends.

They've been gone two months. ]

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Yeah, and I will.

[ Look how cool and put-together she is. Badass. Did her breath spike a little there? Purely Isa's imagination. ]

[the most badass. and that means Lea's imagining Isa's other hand dealing with pants now. if only these were tearaway pants, life would be a lot easier.]

I'm about to remove the rest of your clothing, are you sure about that statement?

[ She's kind of not paying attention to that, just like she didn't try to offer help. When has she ever made Isa's life easier? The question makes her grin, but she looks a little nervous. ]

When am I ever not?

[god. why are things this way, why do brains and emotions do this. why is Lea about to have an aneurysm from these activities.]

When you're busy making jokes to cover up the fact that you're a big dweeb. I'm gonna kiss you again—

[she does so.]

And then you're going to deal with your pants while I deal with mine so we're even.

[and she flops back onto the bed, away from Lea, and does that. get with it, Lea.]

What.

[ That's not fair. What happened to being seduced! She's not pouting, certainly, absolutely would never. But she will wait for Isa to get started before she does. This is weird, and she's keeping her underwear on in that case. Fuck. Are the lights off? The lights should probably be off? ]

[the lights are on because they ate food in here and then left for an adventure, and tbh Isa's reconsidering that also. not pitch black, but just like the ambient light from the rest of this place might be nice. Isa will seem cooler that way and Lea can hide the fact that she's a big weenie.]

I'm giving you some independence here so I don't feel like I'm accosting you. Also if you want, um. The lights. That'd be fine.

[cough. her clothes may be gone and she may have almost no modesty but sometimes you don't need to see things, when you have hands and a face.]

Good idea!

[ ...okay. She ditches the pants because out of an intimate context Lea doesn't really have much in the way of modesty either. Then she bounces out of the bed so she can go over to her little control system to turn the lights down. Do we want red and black bedding for this? Yeah, she's going with her favorite. Then she'll hop back into the bed before she can get nervous again. ]

And hey, I told you I'd stop you if I wasn't— cool with anything.

Yeah, but—

[no, there is no butt there except Lea's. she's an adult who can take care of herself, and this is very much not the same as how Isa's first time doing anything went, and that's okay. better, even.]

...yeah. Ideally you'll be really cool with it.

[time to sprawl on top of Lea and smooch her some more to get back into things.]

I am. Really cool with it. Also really cool.

[ She reclines back into the pillows and reaches up to touch Isa's face again, because she likes it, and because she wants to keep her there. She keeps dropping bombs on her and then moving away like that's not sexually frustrating. ]

...hm. We'll see.

[that wasn't meant to be threatening, that's just how Isa is sometimes when she's determined to do a thing and do it right. and she doesn't mean to be frustrating, at least in this instance. there's just no way she can think of to really ease someone into being naked and then getting eaten out. /um

unfortunately Isa is not cool enough to remove underwear using only her teeth, and she is cool enough to not do something like snap Lea with the waistband for being a coward. instead she's going to boldly go and attempt to denude this idiot with one hand while kissing said idiot.]

[ This is fine. 🔥🔥🔥

Her reflexes almost make her stop Isa, reaching automatically for the arm that's going after her underwear, but she stops herself before she can even grab hold and just... immediately moves her hands back to Isa's face, and down her neck. If she can't move away she can't see, right? Perfect. At least she's not stopping her in any other ways. Wait, are they both gonna be naked now. ]

[they are, and now Isa is going to snap her with the elastic. it's not nearly as hard as it could've been, at least, and she relocates that hand back to boob territory for a minute because Lea seemed to like that a lot and clearly she's having an issue. she's honestly curious but isn't going to ask right now, which part's bothering Lea more, the planned activities here or the notion of being seen naked?]

[ ... Both? Hard to say. It's kind of going too fast, but she also doesn't want it to stop. It's less about being naked and more about being naked in a vulnerable and intimate context, with someone who knows her better than she knows herself. Okay, we have to breathe, or at least Lea does. Fuck. Give her a minute to stare off distantly. ]

[take this forehead smooch, and then hands off anything major while Isa props herself up (but doesn't really move away) to look at her.]

You okay? Should I tell a joke to lighten the mood again.

[that's the actual joke, Isa knowing any jokes at all. the only one she had for years was that Lea was her best friend.]

[ Ouch. She snorts, though, and rolls her shoulders in a shrug before looking back at her. ]

I'm fine, just— y'know, not used to just letting someone else take the reigns. Feels like I should be doing something too.

You could, if you want to. I certainly wouldn't object.

[and then they discovered Lea could actually top. /no idk. that's more like what Isa's used to anyway, although she's not going to say that.]

That would be the solution, if I knew what I was doing. Speaking of, I didn't say you had to stop.

[ Is she being coy? Maybe. ]

[coy to disguise her nerves, more like. she's not fooling anyone.]

Like I know any more about what I'm doing. I'll be doing what I think would feel good, same as you.

[having experienced more stuff only gives her ideas for stuff to do, after all. the weird nort connection didn't magically impart sexual prowess and knowledge to Isa, unfortunately.]

I mean, I guess. Not that I would know.

[ As if she's never gotten herself off. Feel free to call her out on that, too, but there's no way she can just jump into doing something on her own, yet, even if she's coming from a place of confidence. What a baby. ]

[totally deadpan:]

I'm going to start calling you "baby," but not the term of endearment kind, it'll just be to describe what you are. Are you removing these or should I?

[she's sitting back on her heels and setting her hands on Lea's hips again.]

[ So rude, I swear. She huffs and looks away, then hooks her fingers under the waistband and slips them off. She curls in on herself a little on reflex, then relaxes and folds her arms under her head. ]

There. Not that I would've minded you doing it either.

[ c: just add "capable of making someone remove their own underwear out of spite" to her resumé. she leans back in to kiss Lea gently.]

Next time. Is it okay if I touch?

[she's already sliding one hand down Lea's bare thigh, but she won't go any further unless it's okay.]

Yyyyy...eees?

[ Is this a real question she's supposed to answer? She's an idiot, please forgive her, Isa. She looks nervous, but in a way that's more excited than afraid. She really will stop anything she doesn't like or want, they both know this about her. ]

[they do, it's true. meanwhile Isa's unfairly turned on just from finally being to this point, something her shaky breathing may or may not convey. Lea's getting a deep and slightly desperate kiss to help distract them both from the fact that Isa's definitely nudging Lea's legs apart and slipping her hand between them to cup her palm against the warmth there.]

[ Straight to the point then. They've had enough run around anyway, but she's still not quite expecting it, and makes a little noise of surprise.

Surprise, not protest. After getting teased and riled up like this, after so much time spent skirting around it and quiet makeouts even that feels really nice. She can't really hide being turned on anymore, either, not with how wet she is. Surprise? ]