rose/kanaya touching sex (exhibitionistic?)

"You should be going the right way, John."

Rose was splayed across the bed in her shared respiteblock, alchemized headset on one ear and crystal ball on a small table in front of her. Alone and comfortable, she had stripped down to her soft panties and loose, baggy top. She laid on her stomach, head propped up on one hand, intently watching as John stumbled through the dark corridors of the labs. Feferi had been upset over the decreasing water pressure in her room, and John had quickly volunteered to scope out the problem.

Of course, his sense of direction was as poor as ever, and after finding and tightening the guilty valve (probably knocked loose by Nepeta during her vermin-hunting romps), he had almost instantly become lost. By the time he worked up the courage and call Rose for help, he was God-knows-where in the labyrinthine network of tunnels and hallways. And stairs. Poor kid fell down at least four of them, despite Rose's warnings.

"Alright, I'll keep heading this way. I...I think I'm going up?"

"Yes, the hallway you're in as a slight angle. I'm not sure how deep you are, but most logic would dictate that you're making steady improvement in such a regard."

Through the ball, Rose could see John give a derpy grin. "Bluh, so many words, Rose!" The Seer allowed herself a faint smile, but remained silent, waiting for the next fork in the path or series of transportalizers. She hadn't expected the laboratories to be this confusing, and she hoped it wouldn't take too long for John to climb out.

Her train of thought derailed slightly at the door behind her opened with a mechanical whirr. The familiar footsteps of heeled feet and a waft of enjoyable perfume followed, and she stole a glance over her shoulder at her matesprit. Kanaya was carrying a large basket of rainbow fabrics, and she quickly began to sort them in the large closet the two girls shared.

Rose absently chewed her tongue. She had promised Kanaya a night of pleasure, as neither had been blessed with free time recently, but now John was hopelessly lost and she could only hope that he wouldn't take too long. For her part, Kanaya was quiet, not even questioning Rose's actions as the human continued talking into the microphone. Had Rose been paying attention, she would have quickly picked up on the mischievous smirk that made it's way onto the rainbow drinker's lips.

"Um, Rose, there's a bunch of transportalizers here..."

Staring intently at the crystal ball, Rose studied the series of pads at John's feet. As she began scouting the locations of the transportalizer destinations, she was quietly aware of Kanaya's presence on the bed. Pressing her body up against her girlfriend's, Kanaya quietly slipped her limbs around Rose's body. Rose tried not to comment, focusing instead on her instructions to John, although the heat flushing to her cheeks betrayed her intentions.

"John, the central transportalizer will take you down several hundred feet, but it appears that it leads more or less directly to a larger set of pads. It may be wise to utilize it as a shortcut, reducing the overall time it takes you thhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Kanaya's smirk broke out into a full-fledged grin, as her index finger deftly explored the definite dampness surrounding Rose's womanhood. The loud, involuntary gasp that broke the Seer's sentence was more than enough reward for her actions, and as Rose regained her breath, Kanaya pressed closer to Rose's slender form.

"Rose? Rose, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, John." Rose was careful to exhale away from the microphone, quickly regaining her complexion. "Continue onward, if you please."

As John vanished into the transportalizer, Rose turned to look at Kanaya. Before she could get a view of the troll, however, Kanaya's lips were on her ears, sucking gently on the soft lobes. Rose was forced to clench her teeth, to avoid an embarrassing vocalization; she knew Kanaya was familiar with all of her sweetspots, and could only wonder and wait with bated breath for her next move.

The vampire didn't make her wait long. One clawed hand gripped Rose's inner thigh, lifting the entire leg upwards and revealing her slightly-damp crotch. It took all of two seconds for Kanaya's sharp claws to gently cut the cloth, and as she tossed the ruined underpants to the side, her own legs slid between Rose's, thigh meeting pussy in one smooth motion.

Rose realized belatedly that she was straddling Kanaya's leg, but tried to stay quiet, as she waiting for John's next response. As the troll began to grind her soft thigh against Rose's pubis, however, there was no stopping the soft yet audible moan that escaped the human's throat. She was determined to win their little game, even if it meant holding off on her own arousal until John could...John.

"What?" It came out much sharper than Rose had wanted, but she was suddenly aware that the Heir had been talking to her. Her mind's eye was blank of his words, and she prayed he hadn't heard anything.

"Which one, I mean?" John had a quizzical look on his face, head tilted slightly. He had found the next set of transportalizers, Rose noticed, and she quickly tried to hide the fact that her attention had been on more direct matters.

"The left pad. Your left, I mean." Was her voice wavering? She swallowed hard. "It'll take you higher up, roughly four hundred feet, and you should find a more s-slopeAAaah!"

Apparently Kanaya wasn't satisfying with simply rubbing her girlfriend's crotch and was now fondling Rose's breasts, clawed fingers scraping hardened nipples between one another. Breathing heavily, Rose clenched her legs together around Kanaya's leg in an attempt to vent the pressure. Kanaya, on the other hand, was smiling seductively, apparently extremely pleased with her handiwork. As she slithered her grey arms into Rose's baggy shirt, she silently reveled in the squeaks from the human.

"Rose, are you positive everything's OK?" John sounded legitimately worried, and bit his lip as he hovered over the transportalizer. Rose jerked her head downwards, crashing against the bedsheets in an attempt to focus.

"I'm fi-fine, John, just kee-eeep going!" Kanaya definitely knew how to work her; Rose couldn't successfully quench the high-pitched whine that penetrated her words. She could feel the warmth pressing against her crotch, the cool rigid nails gently tweaking at her breasts, and there, there was the tongue, warm and wet and gently licking up and down the back of her neck. As soon as John entered the transportalizer, Rose gave a deep, throaty moan, and as soon as he reappeared on her crystal ball she was silent, choking down shuddering breaths.

"Say, Rose, have you talked to Jade recently?" Walking up the dark, ramped stairs, John mused aloud, oblivious to his friend's state of arousal. "She's spent a lot of time with Nepeta and Feferi, and I haven't gotten to really say hi in a while."

"..hh..I tal-ghk-ed to her the...the other-yesterday. It wa-ah!-it was yesterday, I think!" Every ounce of Rose's strength was being focused on forming words, and she was still failing at coherency. Her entire body tensed, squeezing into Kanaya's leg, her chest, her being. Sweat pooled under her bangs that would make Equius...well, sweat, and she swore she would break her teeth if she clenched them any harder.

"...Um, that's good!" John smiled, despite the clear confusion on his cherubic face. "Are you sure you're OK, Rose? I mean, I can just ask Dave to help me the rest of the w-"

"GHHHHHHHSSSSSSSK-"

Rose gave a massive, deep breath, her entire body bucking, teeth smashing together and eyes clenching, as Kanaya bit into her flesh, long fangs piercing pink neck, and at that point Rose knew her conversation with John was a lost cause. As she twisted around, coming chest-to-chest with Kanaya, her hand shot up to her ear, grabbing at the small plastic microphone.

As the rainbow drinker leaned forward and suckled the blood from her dripping wound, Rose flung the headset across the room in a surge of orgasmic pleasure. She knew she would be hard-pressed to explain to John later, but it would have to wait for a time when Kanaya's fingers weren't pushing their way against her clitoris and-

With a strangled cry, Rose threw both arms around Kanaya, nearly crushing the girl's pale-grey body in an embrace as she smashed her head against the bed. Her legs twisted and tightened around Kanaya's, and as the tension in her body peaked, she exploded into a writing orgasm, soaking the bed and her partner's legs, sweat dripping from her brow. Aftershocks giving way to exhaustion, Rose fell limply from her partner's body, lying spent on the now-wet sheets, and she was only vaguely aware of Kanaya nuzzling up to the crook of her neck. The trolls' face was a picture of perfect, unashamed happiness, unmarred by the naughty mischief she had wreaked on the other girl.

"There there, dear, I don't think he heard it..."

For once in her life, Rose couldn't snark back.