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[fujimaru]

[ Most of the time, life at Chaldea is predictable, in its own way: when there isn't a crisis situation, there's daily missions that need to get completed like any regular set of chores, there's training simulations running 24/7, and by this point, there are regularly scheduled movie and game nights, because it turns out that a surprising number of Chaldea's population can be placated for a couple of hours by boardgames. Certainly that's not something Ritsuka would have ever expected, when she first signed onto this venture, but it's still something she's pretty grateful for.

But once in a rare while, curveball situations come up. Summers usually fall into that category, and this year is no exception. A disturbance has started in a glamorous seaside resort, the sort of thing where very possibly the world might end if left to percolate, weird occurrences, the occasional seaweed-infested skeleton rising out of the deep to claw at the ankles of all the beautiful people gathered. The usual stuff.

Some of these beautiful people include Ritsuka's Servants, and while she's kind of proud of that... she does kind of feel like she stands out like a sore thumb a bit more than usual. Especially when, one way or another, they manage to obtain invitations to a masquerade ball. Not staff passes, to sneak into the back, but actual invitations. Ritsuka is going to die.

But at least she's going to do her best to not be an embarrassment to everyone else!

So it's three days before the ball when she knocks on Marie's door. ]

Marie? Are you in? I need to ask you a favor...

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[ringlette]

[ Touching her hair seems to be a luxury considering her history and rank, but it actually is not. Marie would allow people that much freedom if they wanted to, it was no issue to her unless they tugged too much and hurt her in the process. Fact stands that no one really reached for her hair in a long time, and Ritsuka being prompted to, just now, get her hands up and try to undo ribbons tying it up, gives her a rather interesting whiplash.

She ends up snorting a little and smile in the kiss as she can tell her Master is taking a bit long to find what will get her hair loose. After a bit, Marie helps out, placing her hand on top of those ones attacking her and leading them to the right direction.

Silver blonde strands feel extremely silky to the touch when they finally cascade loosely onto her shoulders, running down her back and stopping just below her lower hips. Marie hardly shows herself with her hair untied to others. Although she's not self-conscious about it, seeing this deliberate permission as Ritsuka having gained the right to see her in this state sounds lovely to the Queen.

The kiss ends briefly after, and with a happy sigh, she leans back a little to allow the other girl full view of her now undone hair, which is adorning her warm smile. ]

Please, do not hesitate touching me however you like.

[fujimaru]

That's a lot of freedom to give me.

[ But even as she says that, she's reaching to run her fingers through Marie's hair, slow and careful, trying to avoid any potential snags. She kind of doubts there will be any (Servants and their perfect everything, jeeze), but being gentle like this makes her feel better, too. ]

...I meant what I said, too. You're really beautiful.

[ Marie is in that tier that Ritsuka knows she'll never reach: delicate, graceful, elegant, classically beautiful, a flower in bloom, even before the the advantages of being a Servant. And maybe there's a tiny part of her that envies that, but the greater part, the part she listens to, is only admiring. Once her fingers slip free of Marie's hair, she settles them on her shoulders instead, stroking gently down her arms. Anything bolder than that, she needs to work up to. ]

It's amazing. You're amazing.

[ringlette]

[ It might please Ritsuka to know that Marie's hair is devoid of any snags and, indeed, perfect in any way, especially because she takes care of it every single day. They're going to feel like silk through the fingers, and she closes her eyes in unrestrained bliss. She actually likes having her hair played with, but because of her high ranked status and a pair of overly protective men - a certain musician and executioner - there was pretty much no one who even tried having a go at it.

A little frown settles in as Master resumes her praise, but Marie surrenders to the knowledge that those words won't stop flowing even if she were to kiss the girl multiple times. Actually, she wants to kiss her again now.

Refraining that urge for now, she reopens her eyes, relishing in the affection over her arms. In return, Marie cups Ritsuka's cheeks once again, thumb stroking down the soft cheeks. ]

You are beautiful, too. I say that truly, from the bottom of my heart.

[fujimaru]

...

[ A little laugh bursts out of her, small and shy, and Ritsuka ducks her head. A moment later, she leans into Marie's body, letting her forehead rest against her shoulder. It's not quite a hug, but it has the same sort of needy closeness to it.

And then a beat later, Ritsuka completes the gesture, lifting her arms to wrap them loosely around Marie's waist. ]

I don't think I'd believe it from most people... but when you say it, I kind of do?

[ "Beautiful" still seems like a standard she can't really reach, but it's nice to hear. And it's nice to feel it, if only for a short time. ]

[ringlette]

[ Ritsuka moves in, laughing radiantly, and Marie consequently adjusts her hands so they're tenderly embracing the other's neck instead. Her nose brushes the side of her Master's hair with unbound affection. ]

You should believe it, no matter who says it, because it is true.

[ She kisses Ritsuka's temple, drawn in closer in the embrace because of the arms around her waist that make her feel secure and loved. ]

I love you so much, Master...

[fujimaru]

You love everyone.

[ It's teasing, but Ritsuka leans more heavily into that embrace, her own arms tightening around Marie's slender body. So what if she loves everyone? Ritsuka's the same. She knows so many impressive people; it's hard not to be impressed by all of them. It's harder for her to admit it aloud, but she hopes that the sentiment still comes through in her actions.

But there's also something nice in particular about being held like this. Ritsuka takes another deep breath, letting it puff out against Marie's neck, and relaxes further. ]

...I still feel lucky, though. Hearing that.

[ringlette]

[ The remark makes Marie smile, both because it's true and, in a way, it isn't. There's a lot more to that, and she'd like to show it to her Master if she wills it.

For the moment, though, she hopes Ritsuka will enjoy the kiss she plants on the side of her neck, followed by a warm whisper in her ear. ]

I do, everyone is worth of love, but you are surely on top of that list. My number one.

[ And that's one hundred percent true. ]

[fujimaru]

...I don't know why, but...

[ But. Even if she doesn't understand it, she's not going to argue it. Maybe she isn't a delicate flower, blooming in spite of adversity, but she understands affection. She feels that fondness herself. ]

Thanks.

[ And then, on impulse, and maybe a little for the hell of it, she turns her head enough to drop a quick kiss to the side of Marie's neck. ]

[ringlette]

[ Bold. Marie didn't see it coming, and that fuels the flush blooming over her cheeks when the kiss lands on her neck, however brief it is.

She chuckles, warm all over, a ticklish sensation running over her neck. No one else would make her feel like this except for... ]

Master... what a dangerous move you have just made.

[ Marie loses a bit more of her inhibitions and tilts her head, dipping in, pressing her lips to the side of Ritsuka's neck. She can feel the pulse of blood radiating through her skin as she returns the kiss, a longer time, not yet pulling away. It's careless, but...

She wants to leave a mark on this woman, and the moment she thinks that, Marie starts sucking at the spot. ]

[fujimaru]

Danger--?

[ What could possibly be dangerous about it?

But the whole question dies on her lips, cut off in a strangled little squeak of surprise. Her hands flutter for a moment, unsure of where to go, before they curl against Marie's back, clutching tighter than before. There's a second where she wonders if her legs will just give out, but she manages to keep her balance, only tilting her head to offer more of her throat in offering. With their bodies pressed together, there's no way to hide the way she shivers at that wet pressure.

Her next breath comes in a shaky rush, still slightly confused, but certainly not disapproving. ]

Ah--

[ringlette]

[ Precious... her Master makes it so easy to make Marie want to eat her up.

She's not wasting time, taking advantage of the offer to mark more spots as hers. Lips, tongue and teeth leave trails of red stamped over Ritsuka's flushed skin, and the Queen will carry on to her heart's content, regardless of the consequences. In her rushing lust, she stops her own embrace with a hand so she can travel downwards, finding the girl's chest and squeezing one of her breasts.

It's funny how it took just a kiss on the neck to make her want her beloved to lay in her bed, flushed and sweating and begging for more. ]

Mmm... mon chèr...

[fujimaru]

[ The real secret (which is hardly a secret at all, at this point) is how easy Ritsuka actually is. There's a particular spot on her neck that makes her knees buckle, so that she has to cling harder to Marie just for support. If she wanted to see Ritsuka flushed and flustered, she's going to get her wish.

One of her hands folds over Marie's, holding it loosely in place to her chest. ]

You're sure?

[ It's reflex to ask. Ritsuka is still a little overwhelmed at the idea that this could be happening, and there's that small coherent part of her that wonders what an ordinary girl could offer a queen... but if Marie does want, there's no way she's going to refuse, either. ]

[ringlette]

[ Her lips ghosting over Ritsuka's neck, breath puffing over skin, she murmurs an amused sound. ]

Oui. Absolutely. But, what about you?

[ Seeing as Ritsuka seems to easily submit to her, Marie already knows the answer, but she wants to spoken out of her Master, no actions but solid words. ]

Will you let me love you the way you deserve?

[fujimaru]

I think we maybe have different ideas of that...

[ It's an attempt at a joke, but it's a little more shy than confident. Another little shiver goes through her body again, and she turns her head away so that she can look at Marie sidelong instead. There's something about being asked so sweetly that shakes her confidence, but never so much that there's any other answer but the one.

After a moment, she lifts a hand to touch Marie's face, gentle, like it's something fragile and precious. ]

I'll let you do whatever you want to me. I trust you.

[ringlette]

[ Her eyes meet Ritsuka's again and she sees through them, so deeply, she falls in love for the umpteenth time with the adorable Master she vowed herself to serve and fight for. Her cheek is touched so delicately, she's being trusted, and her feelings leap and shake and swell greater than her heart can handle.

It makes her want to cry a little. ]

Thank you, mon amour. I shall make it so your trust in me will never waver.

[ Marie closes her eyes and lets their lips touch briefly. ]

Would you like to take your dress off?

[fujimaru]

[ Her breath hitches a little, a small embarrassed noise that she'd like to pretend didn't happen. More than anything, she wants to seem cool and composed, if only to satisfy her own pride. There's always that small part of her that is very aware of a thousand little shortcomings that mostly have to do with just being human.

But after a moment, she nods, reaching for Marie's hands and pulling them closer. ]

...Yeah. Will you help me?

[ringlette]

Naturally.

[ Before that, she gives Ritsuka another comforting kiss. It must be a first time for the girl, and Marie would like to guide her along before getting right into the debauched side of things. She slips away from the hold on her hands, just so she can reach behind the other, finding the zip keeping the dress together and slowly lowering it. ]

If at any point you want me to stop, just tell me, alright?

[ After a kiss on the neck, the zip halfway undone, she murmurs an addition to that. ]

Would you like to have a safeword?

[fujimaru]

A--

[ It takes her a second to recognize what she's being asked. Inexperienced as she is, she isn't ignorant; she'd definitely taken advantage of being a teenager with the internet long before she'd come to Chaldea. She knows what a safeword is! It's just also something that throws her a moment to be asked, and she has to flounder before she takes a deep breath to recover. ]

Uh, that's -- I, I don't even know how you pick something like that?! Th-though, um, I'm not -- I trust you to, you know, I -- I trust you! So it should be fine!

[ringlette]

[ For a moment, Marie is concerned that she's going to explain what a safeword is. But fortunately Ritsuka surprises her by implicitly informing her that she knows the meaning and what it indicates. And then tells her she has full faith in her.

Ah, that feels good. It makes her heart thrum hard. The Queen is definitely and helplessly in love with her Master. ]

If you insist not to have one, then all I must do is assure that I will be gentle.

[ She lets the girl's dress come down, slipping and revealing more skin that only her eyes are regarding at the moment. ]

[fujimaru]

I trust you.

[ She says it with more sincerity, less flustered embarrassment this time around. There's a moment, as her dress slips, that she starts to bring her arms up to cover her chest. It's an automatic gesture, and after another second she laughs nervously before she drops them again. ]

I'd say I'm tough, I can handle it, but... uh...

[ But. She laughs a little, embarrassed. ]

But I've never done anything like this before, so yeah. Please be gentle with me.

[ringlette]

[ Marie's hands gently travel down Ritsuka's arms, encouraging them off her chest. If there's a bra in place, she'll teasingly play with the shoulder straps.

Her smile drips fondness and understanding from every angle. ]

I shall do my best to make your first experience a memorable one.

[ Her arms slip underneath her Master's, then, circling her waist instead as the Queen dips in and plants a few insistent kisses over the neck area. ]

You just do what I ask you to, and if you cannot, do tell me.

[fujimaru]

[ She does have a bra, on the nicer end of the scale of what she owns. Most of them are sports bras -- practical, comfortable, the sort of thing that can be easily pulled on and off when they're on the move. Right now, though, it's a softer, thinner thing, more like what she used to wear once upon a time, as a normal girl.

Her own hands hesitate a moment, fluttering, before she settles them on Marie's upper arms, and her pulse is going rabbit-fast as she swallows. ]

O-- okay. Whatever you want.

[ Reading porn is not really the same thing as actually doing anything with anyone! She's an interested student, she just needs the direction, first. ]

[ringlette]

[ A nod, and Marie draws her in for another kiss, slow and sweet.

Undoing a bra takes no effort as she blindly reaches behind Ritsuka and unclasps it, letting it fall off. When they separate, Marie gives her Master's breasts a brief stare and a grin. ]

You are lovely. [ She says, and then reaches for Ritsuka's hips. ] Will you lay in bed for me now?

[fujimaru]

[ Ritsuka's arms come up briefly, like she wants to cover herself -- a second later, though, she takes a breath and drops them again. She'd laugh at herself, honestly, if she weren't in a bit of a tizzy at the moment. This is a pretty far cry from changing in a locker room. This is deliberate, being on display, and she's brave enough to stick to it... but there's still a part of her that's flustered by the regard.

But she licks her lips briefly, a quick nervous gesture, and nods. ]

--Okay. Like this?

[ She's a little awkward in the moving, lying back, trying to move smoothly without breaking eye contact. She doesn't quite manage; there's a bit of a stumble, but she at least ends up on her back, settled, then folds her hands on her belly for lack of anywhere else to put them. What does one do with their hands when trying to show off without quite showing off? Surely no one has ever figured this out before. ]

[ringlette]

[ It's fine if Ritsuka doesn't know what to do, because Marie inevitably finds that all too adorable. Inexperience is also part of a charm in a person, because it's something that will fade away with time and more practice; she feels like it would be a waste not to enjoy the cutest parts of it before her Master learns the ropes of sex.

She joins the bed after the other girl makes herself comfortabe, hovering above her, one knee digging between the girl's legs while she uses one hand for support, reaching with the other to caress Ritsuka's cheek and brush the bangs off her forehead. ]

Thank you, Master. You are doing good.

[ Leaning in, she plants a kiss on Ritsuka's forehead, fingertips caressing the soft skin. ]

I will touch you more thoroughly now.