"—and Raven's a perv about cooking dinner for us—"

"Guilty."

"—and yeah, I tease them some because I don't get it, but at the end of the day I really am profoundly grateful for the Captain America super soldier serum to bulk up my body and the vast amount of raw material it has to work with."

"Gwen, if you're curious, is a perv about monsters. Hence the Cyclops husband and the storm spirit personal attendant."

"And you're a perv about everything, if you go by the AO3 bookmarks."

"Or nothing. The most I'm up for in real life is, like, sloppy tongue kisses or full-body entwined cuddles with friends who are very clear on not expecting it to go anywhere or mean anything. Or, if you don't need the translation into Normal Person because you're fluent in the original Tumblr, I'm aro and ace with queerplatonic makeout partners."

God damnit, that last part's a disappointment. Oh well. More importantly... "So what you're saying is it's not weird that you're getting me extremely turned on in front of them?" Finally having proper takeoff clearance, she rests her head on Raven's chest.

"Hey, as long as you're not leaving bodily fluids in the truck that I'll have to explain to my sister, I don't mind."

Raven makes another appreciative "mmmm" and starts stroking Katie's hair.

"Do I look like a Transylvanian to you?" Fuck, that she probably shouldn't have said but she'd already switched her inhibitions off.

"What, a vampire? No, I don't mean blood, I mean like...pussy juices, ass sweat, squi—ohhh, wait,  transylvanian, like—haha, good one!"

If Katie is still making snarky commentary her brain is still too online. What does a forehead kiss in addition to the hairpetting do?

"Aaaanyways, Raven, what was that you were saying about making sure I grow up big and strong?"

Raven continues playing with Katie's hair.

"Oh, yes. Any warrior of mine needs some meat on her bones."

She kisses Raven's neck. "I like it when a woman has aspirations for me. Theoretically, I could just hide in the back and let you handle the monsters, but you see greater potential."

"It's such a shame how mortal women are tragically constrained by their biology and society, held back from enjoying the greatest pleasures in life. Strength. Victory. Growth, in every possible sense of the word. I look forward to breaking those bonds for at least one woman in my little corner of the world."

The kisses migrate downward from Raven's neck. "I like the way you think. Tell me more about what you see in my future." Thigh squeeze for emphasis.

"Arms that could lift any unaugmented mortal off the ground. Thighs that you could crush a monster's head between. And frankly..."

She gropes Katie's tits.

"...I'm interested to see if I can get these little mosquito bites to grow into some real melons."

Her "mmmm"s in response to the kisses, interspersing her speech, are gradually morphing into soft moans.

She nibbles Raven's shoulder in lieu of any actual food. "I need a belly, too. Gotta have something for those melons to rest on. Also when I lay on my stomach my ribs poke into the bed. Not making that up. I'd really like for that to stop."

The nibble elicits a slightly louder moan.

"Oh, sweetie, we'll fix that right up."

"Hope the higher ups don't get pissed about constantly needing to upsize my armor."

"It's expected for my girls."

"I hope I don't get us all killed because you're distracted by all the jiggling."

She snorts.

"Please. Being horny increases my effectiveness through additional motivation way more than it saps it through distraction."

"I assume you've also learned to avoid feeding your girls so much that they're too full to dodge?"