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Shell Bell is dancing on literal air when they leave Milliways.
Stella is an even more fortuitous find than Amariah was, and Amariah was amazing. Stella has given her everything she needs. Stella is a Space Empress and Shell Bell is going to follow right after her, probably with slightly less Space.
The fact that Shell Bell has to torture her girlfriend to accomplish anything in this department is a mood dampener, but she went and had a look at the memories of those "tastes" Stella provided and - well. They're bordered pale, even the big one. She's spooked about looking any closer; she managed to neglect to ask Stella before she went back to her Empire if looking at pain-related thoughts hurts. She looked at the square-sized memory and it was... too close to call. Stella might not even know the answer - mental opacity could easily interact somehow with mindreading. Stella might be protected against painful reading where Shell Bell, with only a wished-for imitation, might not.
But Sherlock seems content, and so -
"We're gonna take over the wo-orld, we're gonna take over the world, we're gonna take over the wooooorld," Bell sings, dancing into the house from the bar. (She can dance now. She is not in the least danger of tripping, wouldn't be even if her feet were touching the ground, and if she does anyway, she will float.)
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she_sells_seashells
sicaria
She likes it. She likes it the way she likes kisses, or watching Bell set things on fire. There isn't a hint of dark affect involved.
[Ten is a good interval,] she decides. [More, please.]
[Ten is a good interval,] she decides. [More, please.]
she_sells_seashells
And up Bell goes, as asked, focusing very hard on that affect-white and not on the fact that it's surrounding a lightning bolt.
she_sells_seashells
"Good. Should I just - keep going up ten at a time occasionally - or wait for you to say?"
sicaria
"Keep going. I'll tell you when to stop." Like pouring a cup of tea, she thinks, and giggles.
she_sells_seashells
Bell giggles too, because she saw that, and she goes up.
Wait wait kisses wait up.
Wait kisses snuggles up.
Wait hair-petting wait up...
And soon enough they're out of squares, into pentagons.
Wait wait kisses wait up.
Wait kisses snuggles up.
Wait hair-petting wait up...
And soon enough they're out of squares, into pentagons.
sicaria
And Sherlock would like to be out of clothes. Pentagons are a good place to be. She likes them.
She could easily go higher.
She could easily go higher.
she_sells_seashells
Hmm. Out of clothes. Bell saw that. She fumbles for the nearest button, not really looking, and starts skipping up a liiiittle faster.
sicaria
There is more space in this teacup. A lot more.
She nuzzles Bell's shoulder and then kisses her again, all full of love and warm pleasant tension.
She nuzzles Bell's shoulder and then kisses her again, all full of love and warm pleasant tension.
she_sells_seashells
Pentagon range is finite.
They cross into hexagon range, and now Bell is thinking about the hit-by-a-van story and getting nervous again, staring into the middle distance where the read channel appears in her vision.
They cross into hexagon range, and now Bell is thinking about the hit-by-a-van story and getting nervous again, staring into the middle distance where the read channel appears in her vision.
sicaria
Sherlock snuggles up to her.
The affect around the lightning bolt is emphatically white.
"That'll do," she murmurs.
The affect around the lightning bolt is emphatically white.
"That'll do," she murmurs.
she_sells_seashells
Bell stops pushing upwards, and leaves it where it is, and watches the whiteness and presses into the snuggle.
she_sells_seashells
Mmm, kisses. Bell can almost forget about what must be staggering amounts of pain if she tries.
sicaria
Sherlock is not forgetting. Sherlock is enjoying it. Sherlock is enjoying it very much. She has been backgrounding the sexual component of all this for some time, focusing on love and snuggles, but it no longer deigns to be bckgrounded.
Kisses.
Kisses.
she_sells_seashells
Oh. That's interesting. Bell has a perfect memory now and knows what those symbols scrolling by mean.
Kisses indeed.
Kisses indeed.
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