Waste Your Time On Me

Author's Notes: i love smashing my barbies together

Fischl wasn’t one for dancing, at least, not in the way that her peers did it. She had taken formal classes as a child. Casual things just weren’t for her. What if she looked like a fool?

Varesa wasn’t like that. The pink-haired girl simply danced because she wanted to and didn’t care. Or perhaps it was because the music had taken a hold of her. Regardless, Fischl found herself entranced by the woman. The horned girl blinked. The heaviness of Fischl’s gaze wasn’t one to be ignored. Smiling, she ran over to the wall that Fischl leaned against and pulled her onto the floor.

“I...I don’t—” Fischl began.

Only for her to be silenced by a kiss.

“Just follow the music,” Varesa whispered against her lover’s lips. “Do what feels best for you. Feel the beat...” As she spoke, Varesa’s hand slid along Fischl’s arm, shoulder, collarbone, and eventually her chest. The pads of Varesa’s fingers traced into a messy heart shape before poking her right in the middle. “...Right here.”

Swallowing, Fischl gave the other a nod.

Their fingers stayed interlocked as they moved further onto the dance floor. The music of Natlan was different than that of Mondstadt. It was louder and commanded your attention while enveloping your heart and making you feel warm. It felt good for the soul. Soon, she felt her heart and the drum sync in time with one another. Slowly, but surely, Fischl let her hips roll and sway. Most of her movement was in her feet, which constantly bounced all across the floor. To the others on the floor, she looked like the very fool she was afraid to be, but here in Varesa’s embrace, she couldn’t care less what they thought.

The sound of Varesa’s laughter led her out of that rhythm-induced haze. The crowd around them melted away in the corners of the blonde’s vision. It was just the two of them. Varesa’s eyes crinkled up cutely as she spun on her heel and slowly let go of Fischl’s as if she were a mother who was teaching their child to swim. Panic pulsed through Fischl’s veins as she reached out for her lover.

Playfully, Varesa rolled her eyes before moving back in. Once more, she spun on her heel until her back rested against Fischl’s torso. Her hands led Fischl’s down to her wide curves. Gently, she pushed her plump rear against her pelvis. The beat of the drum and the intensity of the vocalist commanded her to move hard and fast. Back and forth, side to side, Varesa’s hips snapped. Pillowy flesh rolled and jiggled with every jolt of her hips. Again and again, her gorgeous, fat ass ground and bounced against a frozen Fischl.

“V-Varesa?” The blonde choked out.

The other girl continued to throw her luxurious body around. Her hands gripped Fischl’s tighter and forced hers to stay put right where they were. The sensation of Varesa’s wild hips against hers made her flush. Memories of their frequent rendezvous played in the investigator’s head. The dirty memories, the sensation, and the sight of Varesa’s doughy hips bouncing in her lap... Heat licked at Fischl’s reddening skin. Arousal crackled inside of her core and flickered to life.

Their hips ground heavily against each other. The need for friction, that sweet and delicious friction, burned inside of them. Varesa looked over her shoulder with parted lips and half-lidded eyes. The sight alone was enough to make Fischl moan. Electricity pulsed through both women’s bodies. Desperately, they bumped and ground against each other. Fischl’s fingers sank into Varesa’s soft flesh and pulled her tightly together. The airy laugh that escaped the Natlani made Fischl throb with need.

Hungrily, her lips crashed against hers. Her hands ran along the expanse of her soft tummy and waist before snaking up to grope her heavy tits. Their hips continued to mash together in an erratic, needy mess that both women couldn’t get enough of nor stand. Stopping meant a moment where their hips weren’t stapled together and that white-hot friction wasn’t burning between them. However, the need for more than this continued to grow and grow. Varesa’s tongue ran along Fischl’s, coaxing it into her mouth before suckling on it in a way that made the blonde’s knees quake.

The music came to an end and the two reluctantly pulled away from the kiss. Fischl panted as her lover dared to pull her hips away. Varesa giggled before leading the flushed woman off to somewhere away from the harsh gaze of their stunned audience.