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[...well fine, just encourage her, why don't you.]

[When Pen pulls her shirt up, Freya hums thoughtfully ("thoughtfully"). Her hand makes its way to her partner's stomach, and Freya makes a little noise of approval.]

You know, maybe you're right. Maybe those're abs. [And, a little more seriously,] Think it's like my scars?

[She will. Only, she hums thoughtfully instead of laughing at the touch.]

Maybe? I mean, I think I'll ask if people have had this happen before. But that's the only sensible conclusion.

I got magic abs.

I'm not complaining. [That hand starts wandering a bit, making another appreciative pass at her partner's new stomach before settling on her hip, thumb tracing new ridges of muscle.] Not at all.

[Pen grins.]

You're the last person I expect to complain. Though I bet people are going to cry cheater.

[Vera. Soleil. Felicia.]

How about that. I'm part of the muscle club.

Let 'em. Glad to have you, pretty girl. [Freya kisses her cheek.] I just get luckier with you every day, don't I?

[Pen actually blushes this time and leans in, gripping Freya's arms.]

Maybe. But I was lucky from day one.

[The proximity though...]

You got a new mark, yourself. [She runs a finger near the Brand.]

What's it mean? Do you know?

[Freya laughs, a quiet "heh," in response to Pen's own adoring comment. Christ, what a pair of love-struck idiots they were sometimes.]

[But there's that question she'd been avoiding. Freya had hoped if she never drew attention to it, she wouldn't have to speak of it. She's a good enough liar to shrug it off, but knowing the nature of it...]

[It didn't feel right. Even as Pen's attention reminded her of the Brand's presence, reminded her of everything she'd trying to forget and invited cold to settle into stomach, Freya smiled back at her partner, if not as joyfully as she had a moment ago. It's a lot harder to be nervous when you're honest, she figured.]

...Yeah. Don't think I'm ready to talk about it. I'll tell you soon, promise. Just gotta make sure of something, first.

[Pen felt something was wrong, knew something was wrong. Freya didn't hide things from her, and she was fairly positive she'd know of her partner lied to her. But this wasn't that.

Her lips purse, but she doesn't press. If it's something that Freya needs time to figure out, then it's something she needs time to figure out. She can trust her, with that. It isn't as though she's asking for a lot.

So, she nods and slips forward, hugging her girlfriend and pecking her cheek.]

Of course. I trust your word. But if there's something I can do to help, you tell me, okay?

[She expects to be let in on the secret eventually, that feels like a given.]

[And just like that. Freya lets out half a breath she didn't think she was holding, warmly returning the hug. Even with that blessing, it still felt wrong to keep from the shorter woman, but... Freya had to be absolutely sure before she sent the girl into a panic.]

[Christ, she loved Penelope. It was a bittersweet thought, now, and Freya had to remind herself to back away from it before she dwelt too much.]

Thanks. Means a lot. [One of her hands splays against Pen's back in the hug, determined to get to know the new contours before everything went to shit.] I mean it. Won't be long.

[Pen just nods, not wanting to further bother her partner with questions she didn't want to answer. it was a little weird, but she was adept enough at conversation to try and change the subject.

Holding tight, squeezing for a half second more, she giggled against Freya's skin. May as well do what she does best and lighten the mood.]

You want to see me in an old costume? It'll fit better, now that I'm...ah...muscle-y.

[She hums in response.] How can I say no to that, beautiful?

[Even if she, somewhat playfully this time, doesn't remove her arms.]

[Pen pulls clear, eyes already straying towards a closet. She has something in mind.]

Remember the dancer's outfit? The one my other self wore?

I...happen to have a real belly dancer's outfit from this world. Even racier.

That so? Quite an adventurous collection you've got.

[Freya takes her cue, backing up several step to sit on the bed. She doesn't bother hiding the interest in her tone, of course. She had no reason to.]

[Pen grins and trots over to her closet, digging around towards the back.]

It was a costume. For a character from a Japanese game. I just sort of got self-conscious wearing it.

But now, though...

[Stepping in to change, her voice muffling slightly...]

It's a good way to show off!

[Freya chuckles approvingly.]

Attagirl.

[Moments later she slips out of the closet in said outfit, already moving in the steps of a belly dance. Hips twirling, she lets her loose hair fly, grinning.]

I feel completely different! Not just because my leg's healed.

[Spinning, she reaches out to catch Freya's hand and pull her into the dance.]

This is...so much easier!

[Freya's always loved watching Pen dance, but seeing her step out into the open, moving like that, all but bare from the waist up...]

[It takes her breath away. She'd already (obviously) been attracted to Pen, and now... damn. Freya's too speechless and too busy tracing the lines of her partner's new body to protest when Pen pulls her into the dance.]

Yeah, [Freya mumbles intelligently, still more or less gawking.]

[Pen sets an easy pace, but still leads, moving through slow turns and circles. Feeling Freya close to her like this, the hard lines of her body pressed close to the lean muscle of her own is interesting. For the first time since they started dating, she feels a little like she's on par with her muscular partner in the looks department. Not that she had a bad body image, but feeling someone like Freya's eyes on her, gawking?

That's great.]

Going to drool on me?

[Freya's mouth slowly turns up in a gentle smile as she twirled along after Pen. This proximity, and the warmth of it, was something Freya'd never get tired of--not with a partner so utterly captivating.]

Just might, if you don't do something about it. You really do never cease to surprise me, pretty girl.

Do something, huh?

[Still spinning, she slows the pace and pops up to kiss Freya, the height of schmoopy lovestruck nonsense. And hopefully what Freya was wishing for.]

[They really were the pinacle of dumb, lovestruck idiots. Freya eagerly accepts the kiss, one arm tightly circling Pen's waist, both to pull them flush together and to ease the strain from her partner's toes.]

[It was perfect (morning breath aside), and it hurt to think about letting it go so soon. But Freya was determined to enjoy this for everything it was worth.]

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[Pen felt some sense of urgency, something small and fluttery that set her heart racing. She couldn't put her finger on what or why, but she wasn't planning to spoil the moment either. She just threw herself into the kiss, eager for the contact, and to keep whatever inner demon was bothering Freya at bay.]

[Eventually, Freya pulls back breathlessly, but does pull away far, and keeps Pen held close.]

Hah... you keep this up, and I'll have to keep you here all morning, you know. [She's getting a little worked up.]

That's up to you, babe. I got nowhere to be.

[It's her late start day.]

You?

Weeeeell... I was thinkin' of spending the night back at the apartment tonight. Haven't seen the girls in a while. [Mostly true!]

But if it's up to me, how's that even a choice, beautiful? [Freya grins at her partner, running her hand down her partner's largely bare back.]

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