trans_9 | It's nice to get a chance to relax together

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It's nice to get a chance to relax together

Meluly had gone along cooperatively with Katara, following the girl to her room. Getting along so well has left a little skip in her step, and she slides the door behind them shut before momentarily claiming Toph's bed to perch on the edge of, watching Katara with a vague, pleasant expression. Her body language is halfway tense, halfway languid in odd increments, not quite sure of what she wants, but happy enough with anything that comes along.

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"Yeah." She pouts a little, but there's not much feeling in it. "Everybody around here's so... stuck-up." And the ones who would be willing to half some half-casual sex are too creepy or annoying to be interesting partners.

She wiggles against Katara a little and manuevers to try for another long kiss as way to bleed off a little of her frustration.

Katara gave her that kiss, because she needed it too. Katara, after all, was alone, and there would never be anyone that she knew would be receptive to her. She was sad and Meluly was sad, and she wanted Meluly to be happy with that girl.

"I won't be stuck up," Katara said. "I care about you."

And she kissed her again.

Meluly melts pleasantly into the kiss, and the arm wrapped around Katara drifts down to touch against the girl's hip. "Just—tell me if I do something you don't want me to. I have bad judgment." It's a funny thing to hear from her, but—in some ways, it's true. She's never been very good at holding herself back. But that's part of what makes her a good pilot.

Katara leaned to her touch, and hugged her closely. "I'll let you know," Katara said, and snuggled closely against her. "You're warm.

And here she just hugged Meluly closer, and smiled. "I'm sure she'll be responsive to you. How could she not?"

"I could go to sleep right here with you," Meluly says quietly. "That would be kind've nice." And indeed her breathing is a little slower than it was when they came in. "Could we do that? I don't want to get in the way of anything you had planned."

She stretches just a little. "I know she will... eventually. I hope."

"It's okay," Katara said, smiling. "You comfort me. I wouldn't mind sleeping with you at all. I know it isn't something that anyone would really understand, but you are one of the best people I know."

And here she hugs Meluly, holding her close.

"She will. I know she will."

Meluly wiggles a little over, twisting awkwardly to reach, just barely, for the control to the room's lights. Well, awkward for a human—for her, it's sinuous and graceful and almost effortless. One might get the feeling should could easily match most human contortionists for flexibility.

And, with the lights off, she wiggles back, bumping her nose against Katara's.

Katara watched her silently, and she was glad she could reach the light. She watched her slowly and smiled. She was really glad she was here: She'd been there, and saw it all. It was all okay.

"Thank you," She said softly. "Be careful?"

"I will be," Luly says gently, sitting up just enough to reach for the bedsheets and tug them up halfway over the both of them. "You sleep in the suit?" she asks, and despite the dark her movements and the rustling around her suggests that she's about to peel her dress-wrap off so she can get a little more comfortable.

Katara smiled and snuggled close to Meluly. Yes, she knew that Meluly was able to do things she could not

"Not always, but I can make an exception," the girl said, smiling. "You're okay."

And she smiled at Meluly.

"That would be nice," she says. "You have a pretty smile." In the dimness, her red eyes gleam softly: she can see fine, even with the light out. "The suits creep me out a little. I don't like them very much." And Katara is the first person she's really told that to. She wiggles and shimmies and finally skims the dress-wrap off, discarding it to the side of the bed; the tattoo patterns on her body catch what little light there is much better than the rest of her, leaving her like a lithe phantom in the dark.

"Thank you," Katara said, blushing a little. "I like your eyes, Meluly."

But observing what Meluly says about the suit, she does wriggle out of it herself until she's in her white underwear, which she's still kept after all this time. She stares at the tattoos a little, circling the patterns with the tip of her finger.

"One day, I'd like to have one of these," Katara says, her head next to Meluly's.

It was somewhere at this point that Toph edges into the room. The lack of light doesn't bother her; her crystal slippers give her all the sight she needs.

She's a bit startled as to what she finds in the room, but she just shrugs.

"I'm not even going to ask," she mutters before unzipping her own suit and falling into bed with a thud.

Katara, who is more than a little tired by this time, rubs her eyes and yawns, nestling aganst the taller woman.

"I'll explain in the morning," she murmurs, looking peaceful.

Another yawn comes from Toph.

"Uh-huh."

Then she rolls over and gets as comfortable as she can in the squishy bed. (She really wishes she had a stone bed.)

It's not that she doesn't care about what's going on with Katara: she's just... tired.

Katara is similarly tired. It's been a long day, and there's just too much to get into.

"Thanks for rooming with me Toph," Katara murmured. "I missed you."

Meluly wiggles against Katara, not wanting to interrupt the nudging little conversation as she gets comfortable. She does reach to trace her fingers lightly across Katara's face, though. "I'll tell you about them tomorrow," she murmurs, and nestles her head in against Katara's shoulder again.

"Neat," Katara murmured, and curked up against the girl, slowly starting to nod off. Her last thoughts were something about cool purple hair.

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