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[tattooism]

Shall I read you a bedtime story to lull you back to sleep, or... ?

[redfortune]

What's your other option?

[ She can guess. ]

Not sure I feel like sleeping just yet.

[tattooism]

I could give you a call... ?

If you happened to miss the sound of my voice~

[redfortune]

You do have a very pretty voice.

So I don't think I'd mind hearing it.

[tattooism]

[ ring ring ]

Hello~ ? Have I reached the lonely ear of a certain handsome lady I know... ?

[redfortune]

[ Oh, there she is- ]

That's me. I kinda like the sound of handsome.

[ There's a pause. Slightly awkward. ]

So. What's got you still awake this time of night?

[tattooism]

[ There she is. Strangely... ? Her husky voice sounds just a bit breathless. ]

Kinda~ ?

[ The word is repeated back as a tease, with a little chuckle and no trace of awkwardness when she says, ]

I am a restless woman when not well-fucked... The better question is what you are doing up.

[redfortune]

Not a word I'm used to, that's all.

[ Huff. She breathes slowly. ]

...should have expected that. Well - uh. Can't sleep, I guess. Get stuck in my own head sometimes.

[tattooism]

Hmmm...

[ There's a bit of shifting, rustling... perhaps she's just getting more comfortable. ]

What sort of type are you? The one that wants to spill to a listening ear, or the one who wants a distraction?

[redfortune]

...I don't talk much.

[ Well, not strictly true. But still, she's never the type to spill her guts. ]

Which one are you?

[tattooism]

Me... ? Well, that depends on the day. Or night.

Or, I suppose... More importantly, my company.

[redfortune]

Is that so?

[ She does feel - well.

Maybe bold is the right word. ]

I guess I'm your company for now. What's that mean?

[tattooism]

Hmmm, hmm...

[ Another shift, another creak, another breathy noise. ]

It means... I'm waiting for you to invite me to talk.

The sort of talk one does in the middle of the night.

[redfortune]

[ Well. Red has to pause and think there. But she's pretty sure she knows what Kiritsubo means. ]

...I'd love to hear you speak for me. About me. To me.

[ She laughs. ]

...how's that for a start?

[tattooism]

Oh, very good, very good~

[ Kiritsubo's own laugh follows before Red's even fades, a husky, pleased little chuckle. ]

How shall I start then... We have met so many times now, it seems to me, and yet... I do not know any of the truly fun things about you. How your skin flushes with pleasure, or how you sound when you moan...

Is that not a terrible thing, especially in a place like this... ?

[redfortune]

...depends on who you ask.

[ She half laughs, half sighs. ]

But when it comes to you, I do kinda feel like there's more we could know about one another. Especially in... that particular area, yeah?

[tattooism]

Well, we are asking me... And I say it is a terrible thing~

[ Or rather, she purrs it. ]

You were on the front, were you not? I seem to recall that...

It must have been difficult, stealing moments away for pleasure. Did you become very good at finding the time... or did you neglect yourself for more important things?

[redfortune]

Ah-

[ He half laughs, abashed and a little sheepish. ]

I didn't think about it much. Until - uh. I met someone who grabbed a lot of my attention. [ Another pause. ]

We fucked in a hospital tent.

[tattooism]

[ Another little chuckle, half-muffled- perhaps in a pillow. ]

A hospital tent, that's a clever idea~ A bit more privacy than usual...

But I assume you still had to try and be quiet, hmm?

[redfortune]

Well, yeah. And it was, uh, kinda weird at first. Us, I mean.

[ She's not sure what she's saying in the here and now. But she's being asked, right? ]

But we were... figuring it out.

[tattooism]

[ In all honesty... Kiritsubo had been hoping for a far naughtier conversation. But patience is as patience does. ]

Do you want to tell me how you figured it out in that tent... ?

I would hate to repeat something you had special memories of.

[redfortune]

...it wasn't exactly in the tent. It took longer than that. But...

[ She half laughs. ]

...I was angry those first few times. It hurt and I liked the way that it hurt and I couldn't wrap my head around it.

[tattooism]

Hurt, hmm... ?

[ Her hum trails off, thoughtful. ]

In the flesh or in the heart?

[redfortune]

Little bit of both.

[ She laughs. She's telling this woman a lot, but - well. What's the harm? ]

We played a little rough.

[tattooism]

Oh, a little rough... ?

[ The little hint of chuckle is back. ]

She had the riding crop, then... ?