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RP: YSS Eucharis A Long Overdue Answer

Mad_Stylus

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@ArsenicJohn

YSS Eucharis, Outside Cabin 3

Junko stared at the door. She'd been standing here for a minute, just... staring at the door.

She breathed out, tried to calm her nerves down. Ever since she'd found out she was getting transferred back to the Eucharis, she'd made some peace with how inevitable this conversation would be. Freyja deserved answers, and she deserved to answer for what she'd done. Or, rather, what she hadn't done, as your perspective might be.

What she feared, though, was this being their final conversation as... friends, for lack of a better term. Freyja was the first thing in her short life that made her feel like she was worth something. Not equipment, not a body count, not a weapons platform with an opinion, not a mass-produced thing so dull and bland as to be standard issue. Without that in her life, however near or far, she'd be... lesser.

Junko knocked on the door.
 
YSS Eucharis, Cabin 3

Freyja called out, "Come in." She was curled up under the covers looking towards the door. Junko couldn't know it but she had been planning this moment all day. She had debated the proper way to respond to Junko's reappearance. In the end, she decided to show Junko how she still felt.

With that in mind, she had warned Jackson not to be around tonight. Just in case that hadn't been enough she bribed him with a case of cold beer and the most sugary cereal she could find on the ship. That was usually enough to get him to leave her alone for a while. No doubt Fumiko was with him eating cereal and watching cartoons.
 
Cabin 3

Junko slipped in, the door open-closing with a machine whisper.

The day had been hard on Freyja, though, and initially she was glad Freyja was in a mood to speak. Then she took stock of the room. As much as she wanted privacy, the absence of Fumiko and Jax-san stood out like a red flag. Then Freyja was curled up like that, as if trying to keep the world out.

She could come clean later. If Freyja was feeling miserable, the least she could do was try and support her. Junko knelt down, closer to eye level. Well, a bit lower than eye level since she wasn't exactly the tallest Neko.

"How are you feeling? Can I get you something?"
 
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Cabin 3

The look on Junko's face told Freyja she didn't know what was about to happen. She hadn't been a hundred percent sure Junko would come to talk to her. The fact that she did meant there was still a chance, she just had to show she was still interested in a relationship.

"All I want right now is you," Freyja purred, throwing off her covers and turning to face Junko. She was wearing a transparent pink lace babydoll with nothing underneath. Her tail tossed lazily back and forth.
 
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Cabin 3

Well, if nothing else, the rapid change in expression definitely conveyed Junko got the point in no uncertain terms. Her face went red like a tomato and her eyes widened like dinner plates. If they could, her hair would have probably shot up from surprise. Freyja had well and truly blown her mind.

Junko slid her hands up her legs, around Freyja's hips before the conscious part of her digital brain could get a word in. Couldn’t even yank her eyes off Freyja’s body, stuck on her curves like glue. Then she realized where she was, and that she didn’t trust herself to do this right now. But it’d be a slap to her face if she backed off right now.

So she leaned in and kissed her.

It was everything she remembered and more. Without a bay full of onlookers, and no mission looming ahead, she was able to really get everything from it. The feel of tan skin against blue. How her tinier lips fit to fuller ones, the taste of her tongue. Shape and volume of her body against hers. Smell of her hair, its unique notes that could only be this one person.

But she didn’t push it any further.

After a long moment that felt like an hour, she broke the kiss. Still held close to Freyja, barely any space between them. Red eyes finally met vivid green.

“I haven’t even answered for what I’ve done to you, and you’ve already welcomed me back.” Wetness crawled into her vision, but she didn’t want to close her eyes, not yet. If this didn’t qualify as unconditional love, it wasn’t clear what would. “You… you got the biggest heart I’ve ever known.”

She pulled back enough to rub away the tears without bonking Freyja with her own elbows. “Sorry, I… I want you, too. As much as I’d like to… sleep with you right now, I don’t trust myself to not screw this up even worse.”
 
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