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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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[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? ]

[not surprise, exactly, but definitely gratifying and extremely arousing. if Isa doesn't get her face down there soon she might burst. she has to break the kiss and rest her forehead against Lea's shoulder to deal with the fact that she's suddenly breathless, but that doesn't stop her from going a bit further with her hand, turning it to press two fingertips just slightly into the wetness, and rubbing gently with her thumb at Lea's clit the way Isa personally likes it. Lea will have to tell her if that's good/bad/not enough.]

Oh— Whoa, whoa—

[ Lea breathes in sharp when she does that, and holds it that way as a full-body shiver goes up her spine. This time she does reflexively grab Isa's arm, with both hands, but not in a way that's really meant to stop her. She's not pushing her away, that's for sure, just sort of keeping her there. It's just a jarring feeling, and frustrating, to be unsure but also so wanting. ]

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[it is, and Isa knows that from experience, which is why she also continues instead of stopping or asking if it's too much. she is making herself be slow and fairly gentle, easing her fingers in and still rubbing slow circles with her thumb, and lifts her head to kiss Lea again, needily. remember to breathe, Lea, although the kissing does get in the way of that a little.]

[ It's a lot, it's almost too much, and Lea does have to move her head away, resting the side of her face hard into the pillow, but still on the same side as Isa. She's not looking away from her, necessarily, although her eyes are closed and she's breathing hard. Breathing is good. ]

I'm not gonna break, you can—

[ Go further? Go deeper? She doesn't know. It's good, but it's so gentle it's almost agonizing. ]

[shit. fuck. Isa probably mumbles both of these things, she can't even think right now. okay, well, if Lea's eyes are closed + the lights are turned way down low for romance, then she's going to miss the absolutely thirsty look Isa gives her, with a healthy amount of sheer reverence. and then tbh they'll probably be closed anyway, if Isa does this at all right.

she gets it. it does hit that point where there just needs to be more something, it doesn't really matter what. fortunately Isa has A Dire Need, and that need involves kissing the underside of Lea's jaw, and then right next to that hickey she left, and then she sure is wiggling down the bed on her front to situate herself between Lea's thighs.]

[ Wait, are we going straight to this? It's not that she doesn't want it, but she does open her eyes when Isa starts sliding away, tilting her gaze down to look at her and automatically reaching a hand for her face, like she's going to stop her. ]

Wait. Are you sure?

[ Lea just needs a shirt that says "I am my own worst enemy." ]

[Isa just stares up at her for a second and then swallows hard, wetting her lips, and it's not even a deliberate thing.]

I won't do it if you don't want me to, yet, but I've never been more sure of anything in my life. Any life.

[she might actually die or at least pass out if this doesn't happen right now, Lea. no pressure or anything.]

[ 'Yet', she says. It's kind of a reassuring addition that this is inevitable and will happen, at some point. But no, she's not going to put it off. She looks uncertain, but it's definitely just virgin nerves getting the better of her. They've been flirting and kissing a lot, but having her face there is just on a completely different level. ]

...yeah. Okay. Long as you're sure.

[and see Isa views it as more sexual but somehow slightly less intimate than the two parties being able to look at each other while doing stuff. also the best thing Isa's found for virgin nerves is to just not give them a chance to be an issue, but that's not necessarily the good way to deal with things.

the brief period to cool off wasn't great for Isa's own nerves, but that's never stopped her from doing things before. she gets comfortable, tucking one shoulder under Lea's knee, and presses a kiss to the inside of that thigh. then, because she's not going to just dive in headfirst, despite how she feels, she just kind of leans in and nuzzles.]

[ It's all intimate to her, because... yeah, she doesn't have any experience, but that also means she doesn't know what else it would be like. All she has experience with is Isa. She has to lay her head back down at the shivers it gives her, eyes shut. It's so... soft, and affectionate, and not really like what she was expecting. But it doesn't surprise her, either, not with knowing each other as long as they have. ]

[Isa's suffering from both hyperfocus and her brain trying to white out, and she hasn't even done anything yet. except now she is, nuzzling even closer and using the fingers she never pulled away to spread Lea open a bit. the first cautious lick into her is enough to make Isa feel drunk on the way Lea tastes and smells, and the second is a little bolder, a little deeper. Isa thought her own experiences were going to drive this, but that involves being able to think; she's running purely on instinct and need now.]

[ The first thing she feels is such a weird sensation that Lea jumps, eyes open again to stare at the ceiling. Her heart rate hasn't been this bad since their last battle, and it's an overwhelming reminder of how there's more to a heart than happiness and joy. They're present, but the fluttery feeling is all nerves. Then Isa does that and it makes her entire body react, hands gripping at the comforter just to have something to do, knees bending reflexively as she falls into tension. This isn't like touching herself, it's a completely different sensation. ]

Yeah, okay, prob'ly not gonna stop you—

[okay, well, Isa lives here now, that's all there is to it. that statement gets a little amused noise out of her, because yeah, but ideally she wants Lea non-verbal from this. or extremely verbal, knowing Lea.

Isa wraps her arm around the thigh over her shoulder to at least keep Lea's hips still and be touching more skin at the same time, and shifts her attention up just a bit to suck gently.]

[ Haha, you thought. Lea, non-verbal? If anything the nerves will just make her more talkative, as they tend to do. Hard to be cocky when you're in a position like this though. That gets another full body shudder out of her, and her hands go from the bedding to Isa's hair, then back to the bedding because oh shit that was a compulsive action and not intentional, then back to her hair because it's an overwhelming feeling, then to her own stomach. She doesn't know what to do with them, or how to react, and it's getting hard to breathe. ]

[Isa's not enough of an asshole to stop for any reason ~~just yet~~, but she does move both hands up for a moment, one to take one of Lea's hands and replace it on her (Isa's) head, because she actually really liked that, and the other to rest flat against the front of Lea's ribs to hopefully remind her to breathe. she's hitting her stride now, remembering some of the little things that she's enjoyed most in the past, and nerves are not allowed here, there's no time, at least not for that kind. Isa carefully slips two still-damp fingers back into Lea's cunt and curls them upwards, pressing and rubbing against the good kind of nerves while continuing to gently suck on and around her clit. she's not expecting a perfect experience here, but hopefully she's doing it mostly right. she's certainly turned on as hell from this, as much or more than Lea is, even.]

[ Oh, so we like hair-gripping. That's fine, she can do that, it gives her a little grounding and a firmer connection to Isa. It's also a little obscene, since she can feel her head moving while she does that, and that makes Lea flush with warmth. If they're not careful she might overheat the room. Like now, just when she thinks she has her bearings, and suddenly Isa's fingers are inside her and she's gone fro breathing heavy to not at all. ]

H-hey. Hey. I wasn't—

[ Ah, but she can protest, but she can't, because her breath comes back as a soft moan. ]

[more like we like someone else being in control. that classic Saix trait finally surfaced, surprise. and as long as Lea doesn't set the bed on fire it's fine.

Isa hums a little and lifts her head so she can look at Lea, though her fingers don't stop moving. she definitely doesn't look smug or anything.]

I like that sound. What weren't you?

[ What if she does set the bed on fire? What then? When she stops part of what she's doing Lea looks down at her, expression half scowl half pout, but then quickly looks away (because she's embarrassed) and then drops her head back hard and covers her face with one of the pillows. ]

I don't even know.

[then Isa's going to be annoyed and will carry Lea back out to the couch and resume there.]

Don't smother yourself, you're not allowed to pass out until I'm through here.

[and that's not ominous or anything either. Lea's cute and also sexy and also delicious, and she's getting a smooch on her inner thigh before Isa gets back to work. she drags the flat of her tongue up over Lea's clit, and then moves down to lick around where her fingers are. she wants more noises and less talking, dammit.]