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just the two of us (lobco & thk)

It was her second winter here in Prismatica.

It was hard to believe that she had been here for over a year now. Time had passed so quickly she had scarce noticed it for so much had changed in such a short amount of time. The changes were largely all for the better and these days Lobco found herself doing much better than she had in a long, long time. Sometimes it felt unreal, sometimes her own lack of belief that it was ok to be happy and have hope set her back but all in all?

Lobco was happy.

She was happy for all the wonderful friends that she had found--people who reminded her of what love, respect and gentleness were, she was happy to finally be because of all that had happened with Danny who never made her feel weak or stupid, she was happy to have her future back. She could make her own decisions about her life, from as large as what she wanted to pursue vocationally, to as small as what ribbon she wanted to wear for a walk.

She was happy to have met and have by her side, Hollow Knight.

It had been several months now since they had become partners but sometimes it still felt like just yesterday and it was with barely restrained excitement that Lobco clocked out for her workday at Roman Holiday. They had all been kept quite busy now as the days had gotten colder and while she certainly appreciated the extra Chroma and Demichroma it brought she had been eager for today to be over for she had reserved a private bath for the two of them after work.

Without changing out of her uniform she hurried to the entrance to see if Hollow Knight had arrived.

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When Hollow Knight learned down towards her, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, Lobco in turn leaned into them. Her arms wrapped around their shoulders and she drew herself closer, tucking her head into the crook of their neck.

The shrimp let out a happy hum and at the affectionate bump to her head, and her antennae responded in turn by patting against their head. She was lucky.

She was so, so lucky to have had the chance to meet them, that they can be together right now.

"I'm ok, please don't worry. It felt really, really nice."

It was a little embarrassing that she'd let herself get so emotional over something so small but it felt easy to be able to speak honestly with Hollow Knight.

At the very least about this.

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It very rarely felt frustrated at its lack of noise. Speech, even breath - these little things would have been so useful to let Lobco know it felt in response to her words. It didn't want to disrupt their hold to nod to her. If only there was a more simple way.

But such things weren't the case, and could never be. It let the frustration sink into the Void, be lapped and consumed by that comforting emptiness, and instead held the pleasure rippling on the shores above it. Like a pale, luminous moon above a dark ocean.

It let its shoulders slump in response to her words, as if having exhaled a great and comfortable sigh. Perhaps that would do. Lobco was so good at parsing its body language by now. It tapped her lips lightly with each smooth, cool finger, pressing another 'kiss' there.

The way they slumped forward seemed to speak of relief and it brought her more happiness to have yet another display of how much they cared, and how different things were with them. They cared about her boundaries, and in turn it made it not only easier to cross those, but even made her want to do so more.

A touch, another one--each tap to her lips. It was such an adorable gesture. The press was met with a kiss in turn to each fingertip until the last one, when she finally leaned in to press a kiss to the side of their neck.

"..."

Could she? Would it be alright to ask? Was she ready? She felt certain she was, and she really wanted to but would it be ok to ask?

"Um...Hollow Knight..."

She had tensed slightly in its arms again, but it wasn't worried this time. Her tone was not panicked or worried despite the hesitance therein. It drew back a little to look at her, the blank face of its mask eternally patient. The shade beneath was patient also, though if it could have been, it would have made an effort to be more encouraging.

It nodded once, to show that she could go on.

"Uh. I was wondering if..."

Now that she was here, with Hollow Knight so kindly and patiently encouraging her to speak up, Lobco wasn't sure how to go about this. Directly asking 'can we have sex?' was horrendously unromantic but she also knew that hinting and skirting around the question might not come through to someone raised as a vessel. That though leads to question of if it would be okay to ask?

"If it would be ok if..."

With what the two of them had been through, they had talked about boundaries in the past; especially in a place like Prisma, sex was a topic they had? to discuss. As much as Lobco had come to love this place, there were still many times the influences of that came about because of the Moonblessings worried her. So, while nervous at first, they had talked about it and she ended up so beyond grateful for how they had listened and asked without pressing her too hard for information.

In turn she had learned about them, how their body was sexless, and how they did not have sexual function as most others did. Would it be alright to ask this of them when there wouldn't really be a way for her to make them feel as she could feel? Lobco's experiences had only ever been with someone who took and demanded.

Yet back then they had assured her that whether she ever wanted to, or never wanted to they would be content to follow her lead on the matter. Should she just take their word for it and be honest? What if they ended up becoming uncomfortable or hating it but went along it for her sake?

...agh. This was hard. How did people do it? How did sex just naturally happen? Honesty and communication had worked wonders for the two of them since they began their relationship, so she should say voice all her concerns after asking, right?

Right.

"Hollow Knight. Could we--"

Wait. Maybe this wasn't the best place to ask this. While it certainly wasn't against the rules for people to get intimate in the baths she knew that was still extra work for the cleaning crew. Not to mention if they did go through with it she'd be in this body and it's not really the most comfortable place for lovemaking.

"Go to your place afterwards. I mean. Could I spend the night with you?"

Lobco was not like it. She never could be - the circumstances of its birth were too unique to the world it lived in for anyone to be like it. However, her experiences, in a way, had led her to have a similar way of parsing difficult emotion. There was a feeling of shame attached, of not being allowed to feel them, of having to navigate around why they were, or that it was all right to do so. It could recognize that. She needed it now.

It watched as she worked through what it assumed was a difficult question. Gently, it reached out to touch her cheek, steady her. Had it lips, it may have given her an encouraging smile. All it had were gentle gestures.

Slowly, it nodded its head to her, knowing that that wasn't what she had meant to ask - not in its entirety. There would be a further question she would want to pursue there, and it would be happy to answer for her once they arrived.

"Thank you."

Lobco leaned her cheek into that hand, giving them a sheepish, apologetic look. It seemed to her that they had caught on that that wasn't exactly what she had meant to ask. She would try again once they had gotten to Hollow Knight's home.

Hopefully with a little more success.

Even if not the idea of spending a night with them was still something she looked forward to, regardless of what happened, and that helped to assuage her worries as well.

For now? Well, for now she picked the loofah back up to finish what she started. Best to make use of the time they still had remaining for this room.

It was a lovely experience, and the Hollow Knight left feeling its shell buffed to a fine polish, healthy and glowing. It walked hand in hand with Lobco from the bathhouse through to the residential area. It hadn't moved from its original lodging - indeed, it hardly used them, except to store things.

The house was somewhat bare, with the few items it had been gifted reverently displayed on the otherwise bare shelves, with its old, broken nail and tattered, ragged cloak in prime spot. Nestled atop the ragged fabric was the shining icon of the Pale King.

Beside that was a small incense burner, which the Hollow Knight gently disentangled its hand from Lobco's own to light. The scent was slightly spicy, with a smoky, tea-like scent to it otherwise.

That done, it turned back to her, took her hand again, and led her over to the couch. It was clean and comfortable, though obviously not much used. It was sure to fluff the cushions with one hand before she sat.

The walk back to Hollow Knight's place was enough to help settle some of the anxieties that had built up in Lobco. Having their hand in hers seemed to always help her calm down and think clearly, and the companionable silence they could share was something that she treasured.

Once inside, Lobco gave a cursory look around the apartment. She remembered when she had first come here, back when they had taken care of some baby dragons. The apartment was still spartan--or at spartan as it could be in this futuristic city, but she could see the tell tale signs of something entirely Hollow Knight.

Her eyes lingered on the idol atop their cloak as Hollow Knight lit the incense, until they took her hand once again, and she smiled, following them over to the couch.

"Thank you for letting me stay with you," She signed with her free hand, "and sorry if I acted a little strange back at the bathhouse when I asked. There was something more I wanted to ask but I wasn't sure if it was the best place or if it would be..."

She trails off her hand stilling as once again she tries to work out the best way to phrase this. The free hand goes to her cheek as she feels it warming up once again.

"If it would be selfish...but. I wanted to ask if. If we could have sex." The redness is reaching out to the tips of her ears now and she can't quite look at them.

Ah. That certainly did explain it.

Sex was no sacred topic to the Hollow Knight. Its Mother and Father were lovers, and bugs were not precisely prudish about a natural act. It understood the mechanics and the end results. While it was equipped for neither, it could form something to approximate the former without issue.

What made sex important to it was the value Lobco placed on the act. It knew her trauma as she knew its own. Something that should have been a mutually pleasing joining had been tainted for her. It spoke to her strength and newfound comfort that she could broach the subject.

And she wanted to have sex with it. The affection it felt lapped gently at the ocean of Void inside itself, making the light of soul that hung above shine in brightest joy.

The Hollow Knight raised a finger to place under her chin, turning her face up to meet its mask. Slowly, deliberately, it nodded its head, so that she could not sorry that she had misinterpreted the answer. It then lowered the muzzle of its mask to her lips, as of it could kiss her as she kissed it.

As they tilted her chin upward, Lobco felt relief wash over her, and then happiness as they pressed the end of their mask against her lips. Their very pointed nod, that they made sure she saw, communicated everything that may have plagued her about their own willingness and interest.

The shrimp gave a shy little laugh against their mask and kissed them, raising her hands to caress their face. Excitement and nervousness twisted her stomach in knots; but it was not the fear that usually plagued her in the past when someone got too long, solely simple performance jitters.

"Thank you, my knight." She gave them another kiss, then a small moment of hesitation before she shifted herself onto their lap, embracing them.

She was a warm and welcome weight against it. The Hollow Knight shifted so that she could arrange herself more comfortably. It knew its carapace was hard, so it wanted her to be as comfortable as possible. This was a big step for Lobco, and an important one. For her, sexual activity was an affirmation of herself. It was something she could choose to take part in, choose to do. It was her choice to share that part of herself.

The Hollow Knight had no right to be proud of her, and yet it felt so overwhelmingly so. She was an inspiration. A beauty.

One of its large hands gently rested on her waist, supporting her. The other tilted her chin up again, making her look. It wiggled its finger at her, not in a chiding or refusing way, but questioning. Then it pointed down, to where her hips were against its smooth pelvic area.

What did she want it to have?

There had been many times that Lobco had thought about doing this with Hollow Knight, and always she had been a little confused about how exactly it would go. The shrimp had never really gone to far down that road since for all she knew she would never be able to have sex, or Hollow might never be interested.

Now that this was happening she had wished she had thought ahead a little more since she's really not sure what to do or say. She can get more or less what they are trying to say to her but the truth of the matter is she doesn't really know and more importantly she feels something like this should be left up to Hollow, it is after all their body. She doesn't want to feel like she is shoving off the choice but she can't really make one without taking their feelings into account.

"Ah. Is there not something that you are most comfortable with or prefer?"

The Hollow Knight wasn't a prudish creature, nor was it naive. It knew about sex, and it knew the parts the biological males, females, and those who were neither ought to have. It seemed to it that Lobco had something similar to an ovipore, and therefore it would make most biological sense to give itself something similar to an aedeagus.

However, it knew that this was not just about sense, biological or otherwise. Lobco felt things like this with a passion it couldn't conceive of, and not just because it had tried for so long not to feel or think. What she wanted might be very different to what 'made sense' to have.

As it had no preference, and no feelings of discomfort one way other the other, the Hollow Knight reluctantly lifted its hands off of her, and quickly signed.

"No. Shall I try different ones?"

"I think that would probably be best." It was difficult for her to decide because it was hard for her not to consider this a very personal matter. A part of her wondered if she was doing Hollow Knight an injustice when she put so much importance on it when it might not matter to them at all, but it was difficult to fight old habits and thought patterns.

She takes the hand they used to sign and kisses their palm.

It does not escape her that they are very likely trying to consider what may be most comfortable for her as well due to her trauma but Lobco doesn't correlate what happened to her with the type of equipment Hijoushiki had. His actions would have hurt all the same, and she knew very well that any type of person could be capable of such acts.

But she pushed those thoughts away, not wanting them to ruin the moment.

All right. It curled its fingers against her face, happy to have been kissed. Yes. Happy. It could accept that it felt that, because it was fine to feel, fine to think. Some guilt lingered, as it always would, but that guilt had no place in this moment, and it let it sink into the Void.

She had said that they had best try different ones. All right. The sensible thing, it thought, would be to create the obvious parts. That meant the aedeagus.

The shell near its pelvic area softened as it returned to Void. The Hollow Knight concentrated on changing its body. The easiest thing to make where the shadow tentacles it had been taught, and so it started with those.

The shrimp gave a small, happy hum and leaned her head into that hand. She appreciated Hollow Knight's patience with her, and these small, gentle touches set her heart aflutter.

Though instinct made her a little embarrassed about starting so directly at someone's crotch, curiosity won out and she watched as Hollow Knight altered their body. She hadn't often seen them do it, as they hadn't experienced much need to. It was so different, and apparently so much more versatile than her own abilities.

She watched as the tentacles grew, face becoming even pinker. A hand reached out to touch their chest and began to slide slowly downward, before pausing.

"May I?"

Touch was not a rare event to it anymore, and Lobco's even less than most others. It didn't jump at the contact, but rather seemed to relax against it. The tentacles curled in easy rest, and it tilted back its head as her hand made contact with its shell. Though it couldn't close its eyes, the angle gave a very real suggestion of them having been closed to slits of pleasure.

It raised a hand in the sign for go ahead, the gesture only slightly shaky as it enjoyed her slow movement.

With permission granted, Lobco's hand continued to trail down from their chest, to between their legs. The shrimp leaned in close to rest against their shell, enjoying the bug's proximity.

When she reached the tentacles she slid her fingers against one with the utmost gentleness, uncertain as to if they were sensitive or fragile. She ghosted along the curve of a tendril before curling it around.

They weren't sensitive in the way a normal phallus would be, but they did quiver when Lobco touched them. The Hollow Knight felt its head tilt back, outwith its own volition. Bodies were such odd things, when paired with minds...

... it didn't have the time to think of something like that. Not when she curled her hand around the tentacle, and held it so tenderly. If the Hollow Knight could have let out a breath, it would have. Instead, its head tilted back a little more, and its large horns gently tapped against the bath in a little thunk.

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time skip mayhaps? O:

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