eat your heart out, henry higgens | for ringlette

[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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[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.

[fujimaru]

[ Ritsuka's eyes flutter shut for a moment at the kiss -- in the end, it's always gestures of affection that get her more than anything else. She doesn't quite follow Marie, but she does tilt her face up more, hesitating before she peeks up again. She feels more exposed than she ever has in her life, but it's less embarrassing than she'd expected this to feel. Maybe that's just one of Marie's powers.

She manages a little smile, still shy, reaching up herself to run her fingers through the silky fall of Marie's hair. It's still incredible that someone this pretty would give her the time of day, let alone any of this. ]

Okay. --Uh, tell me if there's anything I should do, too... if there's anything that's not okay.