A fic.

If her heart could beat she’s sure it would be hammering. As it is she feels restless, and her skin tingles so badly it reminds her of the fizzing sweets of her grubhood. She can smell it, and she wants it, and Rose just smiles at her, sweetly, and returns her attention to the novel she’s reading.

The seconds tick by agonisingly slowly, and Kanaya can’t concentrate on her books, or cloth she works, or even Karkat trying to reach her via trollian. She resorts to just staring at Rose, letting the scent wash over her, and hoping against hope she’ll take pity on her.

Just when she’s certain she can’t take it any longer Rose closes her book, and says,

“You’ve done very well today, Kanaya. You’ve earned it.”

Kanaya’s near trembling, and desperate, and can’t say anything so just slides to the floor in front of her. Rose runs a hand through her hair, with just a hint of pain at the edges, gathers the throw cushions behind her, so she can relax back into them comfortably.

Kanaya’s fingers feel clumsy, though she manages to undo the fastenings and get the barriers between them removed. She kisses one pale thigh and breathes in deeply, though she doesn’t need to, and when she looks up Rose is looking down at her, fondly.

Her mouth is watering, and her palms slide along smooth skin as she spreads Roses’s legs, moving both closer and lower. They both groan at the first swipe of her tongue, and she tries her best to keep it slow, to keep it steady.

Rose starts shifting beneath her, as she laps carefully at her clit, and it’s the permission she needs and has been waiting for. Rose is so hot, and so perfect, and her eyes close in bliss when she spears her tongue inside of her.

“Oh, Kan,” Rose groans from above her, and she’s suddenly frantic, trying to push her tongue deeper. Rose’s fingers stray to her own clit, and Kanaya's hand fights with her skirt to rub desperately at herself.

It’s all so good, so exciting, that she has to work on controlling herself, and keeping her fangs out of the equation. Rose starts whimpering as she gets closer, soft breathy noises, and she moves back for a few moments to push her fingers inside her, pumping them slickly and then pulling them back out to suck at them.

Rose spreads her legs still wider, and Kanaya can’t hold back, is desperate. Her neck is aching as she tries to get her tongue and fingers in alongside each other, and there’s blood smearing her face, and her nose, and when Rose comes she grips her hair viciously, so she can’t stop what she’s doing.

Kanaya's own hand speeds up, and she uses the fingers of her other hand to spread Rose, so she can swirl the tip of her tongue against her over sensitised clit before shoving it back inside her. Rose comes for a second time just as she reaches it herself, and they shake and pant together, though for Kanaya the latter is only habitual.

“You’re in a mess, Kan,” Rose laughs when she hauls herself to sit beside her, and she feel self conscious and awkward, because who could love a filthy rainbow drinker? Her expression softens then, and she pulls Kanaya close, kissing her delicately. “I wouldn’t have it any other way though. I love you.”