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[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.]

Well...how about you stay the morning with me, then I'll see if I can let you go.

[She will. Probably. Maybe.]

Deal. [A quick, but soft, kiss.] I've got a lot to learn all over again, now don't I? Some gall you've got, dancing like that.

You do. But I think you'll pick it up just fine. You are definitely a quick learner.

[And that definitely suits her just fine.]

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