By far. [ smiling wide, she wraps her arms around Rose's back, briefly nuzzling her lips against the corner of her mouth before kissing her properly once more ]
2 sob I hope this is okay, I never know if anyone else ships this ;;manipul8rJune 25 2011, 00:57:54 UTC
[ Vriska will stalk over to her from across the other side of the room, taking advantage of the fact that she will have the upper hand of surprise (hopefully).
It's been a long time coming, really, so no one should be surprised when Vriska pulls Kanaya's chair around to face her, and leans right down to kiss her. (Although Kanaya might be surprised -- Vriska isn't entirely sure on that one.) But she's tired of dancing around the subject, so straight forward and direct it is. ]
I ship it like the fist of several angry gods... uh, working for... fedex. which means YES PLEASElipsticksawJune 25 2011, 01:30:34 UTC
[ Kanaya was just in the process of packing her belongings back into her bag so that she may leave, and so wasn't really paying attention to the rapidly approaching Vriska from across the room -- until, that is, she made her presence all too impossible to ignore by covering her mouth with her own. Kanaya starts, drops the folder she was holding, and is fairly positive she can hear the sound of several papers previously contained within it scattering and falling to the ground. were she capable of focusing on that at all, she would probably be thinking "dammit
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ahh, gosh, that's good. I always feel bad inflicting things on others that they don't ship.manipul8rJune 25 2011, 01:53:42 UTC
[ And it's rather good that Kanaya isn't talking, as Vriska would then have to call her fussy, and this entire encounter would be ruined for the spontaneity. She'll allow Kanaya the few moments to react, to collect herself, and does her best not to grin against her mouth in smug accomplishment for having rendered her so obviously blank-minded. It's almost funny (almost) because how many times had she tried to render Kanaya so very speechless and gaping? And only now would it happen was Vriska was so truly tired of waiting around for the other girl to make a move.
(Which she never did.)
Once Kanaya finally reacts, her hands on Vriska's shoulders, the touch is returned, slowly. Vriska reaches, rests a hand on Kanaya's hip and presses her back against the edge of the desk she was at, papers abandoned at their feet.
Hopefully they weren't important -- Vriska wouldn't have cared anyway. ]
how can anyone not ship it, their love is so beautiful and pure and 50% based on facepunching.lipsticksawJune 25 2011, 02:19:14 UTC
[ if those papers were of any importance at all, said importance has been long since forgotten. Kanaya's mind has been emptied of any and all rational thought, and suddenly everything is instinctive, sensory -- the taste of Vriska's mouth, the jutting of the wooden desk against her lower back, the warmth of Vriska's hand at her hip, unmissable even through the fabric of clothing. it would all be overwhelming, had Kanaya allowed it to; instead, she tries to force herself to ease into the kiss, fingertips pressing into the backs of Vriska's shoulders. she does her best to keep up with the pace she sets, to not fall behind, even if she still isn't sure what is happening or why, or even completely convinced she's not dreaming this up, having gone spontaneously insane. ]
exactly; how could anyone not ship it based on those alone?manipul8rJune 25 2011, 02:35:39 UTC
[ Rational thinking wasn't something Vriska had ever been an expert in, wasn't an asset she truly valued or thought was necessary. Which was probably why she made choices such as these, why she thought that doing something like this, crossing a room and holding Kanaya against a desk to kiss her, wasn't so inconceivable or out of the ordinary. Even if, well, it was at least unexpected.
The hand on Kanaya's hip moves, slides up her slide, fingertips ghosting over every curve of her body and back down again. Vriska has to stop a moment, grin and giggle against her mouth. Because it feels a lot like accomplishment, like finally, because wasn't this just something they had both been dancing around for so long but never reaching out to take? ]
[ Kanaya can't quite suppress a shiver as Vriska's fingers trace over her body, warm breath rippling against her lips with her laughter. the pause in the kiss, however brief, may quickly prove to be regrettable for Vriska, as it finally gives Kanaya the opportunity to speak, which she of course doesn't pass up on ]
[ Well, gosh, Vriska knew that giving her a chance to breathe would be a mistake. But she's not going to try and keep her quiet with another kiss, not yet at least. For now, she'll stay leaned in far too close, fingers pressing in against Kanaya's hip. ]
[ Kanaya swallows, eyes flickering from Vriska's face, down to her hand at her hip. ] You do realize where we are. And also that this is me. That you are kissing.
[ wow okay, so maybe she should've thought that through a little bit more before opening her mouth to speak. ]
[ Making a bit of a show, she turns her head either which way to glance on either side of them, finally returning to look at Kanaya, eyes drifting down to her hand still on her hip. There's a pause, as though she's actually considering Kanaya's words. (She's not.) ]
I see the problem.
[ Vriska leans in again, almost kisses her but stops just short of doing so. ] We should correct the last part of that; wouldn't want you to be wrong for the first time in your life. [ Which is why she'll close the distance and kiss her again, not nearly with as much flare as the first time, keeping it soft and light; a start contrast from who, exactly, she is. ]
[ that kiss catches Kanaya off-guard just as much as the first one did; Vriska being in any way gentle is really every bit as shocking as her marching across the room and pressing her lips to hers without prior warning. Kanaya exhales against her mouth, hesitant, at first -- but then she realizes there's nothing for her to be hesitant about. Vriska is kissing her. and yes, Vriska is completely aware of her actions, as Kanaya just had to receive a verbal affirmation of. this is definitely not some sort of mistake, it is likely not some sort of joke, and while the possibility of a sudden stroke of insanity still technically exists, by this point, Kanaya can't even bring herself to entertain it.
and that's when she decides-- fuck it. she's been waiting for this exact moment for so damn long that she'd practically given up on the idea of it ever happening, but now that it just did, now that it's happening, there's no way in hell she's going to let it go to waste. balling her hands up around the collar of Vriska's shirt, she pulls her
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[ it's when that physical affirmation comes that Vriska finally stops holding back. she doesn't keep the soft and sweet and tempting up, because it's finally beyond clear that Kanaya actually wants this and isn't just simply thrown by Vriska's abrupt choice in the matter.
Vriska presses up closer to lean, back against the edge of the desk, the hand on her hip tightening just a little. the kiss is one she can keep up with, all touch and exploration and experimenting with reactions; something that she wants more of. reactions. she dips her fingers under the hem of Kanaya's shirt, ghosts her nails across bare skin. ]
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It's been a long time coming, really, so no one should be surprised when Vriska pulls Kanaya's chair around to face her, and leans right down to kiss her. (Although Kanaya might be surprised -- Vriska isn't entirely sure on that one.) But she's tired of dancing around the subject, so straight forward and direct it is. ]
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(Which she never did.)
Once Kanaya finally reacts, her hands on Vriska's shoulders, the touch is returned, slowly. Vriska reaches, rests a hand on Kanaya's hip and presses her back against the edge of the desk she was at, papers abandoned at their feet.
Hopefully they weren't important -- Vriska wouldn't have cared anyway. ]
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The hand on Kanaya's hip moves, slides up her slide, fingertips ghosting over every curve of her body and back down again. Vriska has to stop a moment, grin and giggle against her mouth. Because it feels a lot like accomplishment, like finally, because wasn't this just something they had both been dancing around for so long but never reaching out to take? ]
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Um-- Vriska?
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Problem?
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[ wow okay, so maybe she should've thought that through a little bit more before opening her mouth to speak. ]
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I see the problem.
[ Vriska leans in again, almost kisses her but stops just short of doing so. ] We should correct the last part of that; wouldn't want you to be wrong for the first time in your life. [ Which is why she'll close the distance and kiss her again, not nearly with as much flare as the first time, keeping it soft and light; a start contrast from who, exactly, she is. ]
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and that's when she decides-- fuck it. she's been waiting for this exact moment for so damn long that she'd practically given up on the idea of it ever happening, but now that it just did, now that it's happening, there's no way in hell she's going to let it go to waste. balling her hands up around the collar of Vriska's shirt, she pulls her ( ... )
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Vriska presses up closer to lean, back against the edge of the desk, the hand on her hip tightening just a little. the kiss is one she can keep up with, all touch and exploration and experimenting with reactions; something that she wants more of. reactions. she dips her fingers under the hem of Kanaya's shirt, ghosts her nails across bare skin. ]
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