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Shiver’s claws tapped on the screen of their phone, scrolling down past countless amounts of old photos and messages with a blank stare, occasionally smiling at one of the many funny pictures they had saved and sending it to their group chat with Frye and Big Man. The two responded with their own ridiculous images. Mostly, though, the octoling’s face was covered in boredom.
They’d been here a while now, hadn’t they? How long had it been since Marie had invited them in? Since she had retreated back to her room like a wizard to their workshop, promising she’d be out in a bit? Shiver glanced up at the time.
It had been three hours.
Shiver sat up. That couldn’t be right. When had they gotten here? There’s no way they’ve been sitting here for three whole hours.
They went to text Frye and Big Man to update them. The group chat had about twenty new messages already, the most recent one sent was from Frye.
btw shiv whats your favorite color?
They blinked. It was blue. It had always been blue. How had she forgotten? To gather the conversation’s context, they began scrolling back up.
Somewhere else in the house, down the hall that traveled to the foot of Marie’s room, a door opened. The sound brought Shiver back to the present. They were sitting on a soft couch in the living room of Marie’s home, the same couch that Marie always fretted over, insisting that they be very careful not to spill any food or drinks on. The couch was against the back wall of the room, surrounded by cozy walls dotted with miscellaneous pictures of family and friends. The distant sound of rain beginning to fall outside made the structure feel even warmer and more welcoming to Shiver than it already was.
The lights were off, too, all of them but one of the lamps on the table next to the couch. The TV accompanied the lamp, brightening the room a little more with the dumb show that Shiver had tried to get into earlier. They had failed, obviously. It worked better as white noise, anyway. Until they had gotten tired of it and turned it down, at least.
Footsteps made Shiver’s ear flick and they set their phone down right as Marie emerged from the dark hallway, looking exactly the same as she had when she answered the door three hours ago. Her tentacles were down and she was rubbing her eye with her hand. She took one step into the living room before stopping in her tracks, the eye not obscured by her hand locking onto Shiver. The room was dead silent for a second as Marie processed. When it registered, her face fell.
“Oh my cod, I forgot you were here,” she breathed. She would’ve laughed if she wasn’t so horrified by the fact she had forgotten something like an entire octoling in her home.
Shiver’s jaw dropped. They set a hand over their chest in sarcastic shock. “Am I that forgettable?”
Marie grimaced, the hand that had been rubbing her eye dragging down her face. “No, I just—“ she groaned in frustration, “I got lost in all this work I had backed up. I’ve got one last thing to finish, I just decided to take a break for something to drink.”
“Marie, you’ve been working on… whatever you said for, like, two days straight. I was sent to make sure you were alive.”
“First off, it’s worked backed up from when we were busy in Alterna. Second off, why would I not be alive? I’ve stayed in my house for a whole week before. Who sent you?”
“The rest of Deep Cut.”
“That explains it.” Shiver patted the couch and Marie sat down next to them. “And they didn’t come with you? I’m surprised you three are even capable of traveling separately.”
“I insisted on coming alone, actually,” Shiver said, a sharp grin sneaking onto their face, “y’know, to catch up.”
“Oh, really?” Marie glanced at them, a knowing look in her eye. Still, she played along. “What could you possibly want to catch up on?”
“Alone time, maybe,” Shiver said it more like a suggestion, inching so, so slightly closer to Marie that if the inkling had blinked she would’ve missed it.
Marie couldn’t blame them. Everybody has been busy recently, the Splatoon with Alterna research and Deep Cut with… whatever they do all the time. Any time one of the two cephalings tried to make plans for anything, their schedules never seemed to mix well enough for it to work out, leaving them both deprived of the other’s presence.
Despite the warmth already creeping into her mind, Marie didn’t respond. Instead, she turned to meet Shiver’s eyes, hovering in the moment for as long as she could. She couldn’t say yes, she had stuff to do. Work to finish. She had a momentum going, after all, she couldn’t let that go to waste, no matter how alluring the dim lighting of the room made Shiver look as the shine danced along their skin and in the blue of their tentacles. So what if her shoulders hadn’t relaxed in twenty-four hours? It wasn’t a big deal. She’s dealt with worse before.
Shiver frowned. “Marie—“
“I can’t,” Marie said, her voice barely above a whisper and already drenched in regret, “I’ve got a plan to get this done ASAP and I’m so close to being finished. I just need one more hour.”
“You’ve been working for three and you have bags under your eyes. Your shoulders haven’t unclenched since you sat down and you’re sitting upright.” Shiver sat up to look at Marie with their whole body. “You never sit upright, Marie. You need a break.”
“You’ve been here for three hours?” Marie asked, rejuvenated horror on her face.
“Three hours, ten minutes, and twenty-two seconds, to be exact, but that doesn’t matter,” Shiver said, waving a hand. “To reiterate the much more important part of my statement, you need a break.”
Marie frowned, forcing herself to lean back against the couch. It felt amazing. Shiver closed in again, hovering over her like a shark circling its prey, resting on the hand closest to her. Marie frowned, fighting back against the enticing look in Shiver’s eye.
“There’s no point in a break, I won’t be able to relax until it’s done, anyway,” Marie explained, crossing her arms and turning away indignantly. She was fighting for her life here. Shiver ran a claw up her arm and Marie dug her fingers into the skin of the same limb. She was losing.
Shiver saw an opportunity, a crack in the wall, hidden in the way Marie reacted to even the slightest touch. They dragged their claw back down the inkling’s arm then went up again, this time with two claws. They grinned as they did this again, entertained by the way Marie fidgeted under their touch. They followed the flow of Marie’s arm all the way down to her hand, amused by the goosebumps that appeared as they did.
“I’ve got a few ideas that might just help with that little problem of yours,” Shiver said through a mischievous grin, bringing Marie’s hand to their lips to press a kiss on the back of it. Their eye never left Marie’s face as they did, relishing in the way her eyes widened a bit. With a shaky sigh, the inkling reluctantly pulled her eyes away from Shiver’s lips and to their eyes.
“I can’t do this right now, Shiver,” she said softly, a last-ditch effort to deter the octoling that she silently prayed wouldn’t work.
The tremor in her voice was all too clear to Shiver and told them everything they needed to know. They leaned forward and took Marie’s lips against their own, passion and want revealing itself in each movement.
Marie relented almost immediately, the wall she had been carefully building up demolished and discarded in a matter of seconds. She melted into the touch, returning the kiss and allowing Shiver to push her further back against the couch with their hands, keeping them there as they threw one leg over Marie’s own and sat down in her lap, deepening the kiss as they did so. Marie’s hands reached for the octoling’s hips, snapping into place like they were designed specifically for that exact curve.
The only reason the kiss broke apart was so that the two could breathe. Even then they were only inches apart, Marie’s tired, golden eyes focusing only on Shiver’s visible one, which was wide awake and looked ready to take on the world. As long as that world was Marie, of course.
The inkling’s hands suddenly moved off of Shiver’s hips and cradled their face, pulling them, almost roughly, into another kiss. Marie groaned into the contact, the sound rumbling against Shiver’s lips and and sending red hot heat shooting through their body. They kissed back — how could they not? — and had just begun inching their tongue against Marie’s lips when she pulled away, gasping and nearly dazed.
Shiver laughed at the sight. “It’s that easy, huh?” they asked close to the inkling’s face, their voice low and designed to annoy.
Marie’s consciousness caught up with her and her face burned. “I don’t wanna hear it,” she said in a low voice, dropping her hands back to Shiver’s hips and turning away, her cheeks and the tips of her ears unbearably warm from embarrassment. They almost looked to be glowing.
Shiver’s eyes landed hungrily on Marie’s now exposed neck. A rookie mistake.
Marie took in a shaky breath as Shiver leaned in, leaving barely any distance between their bodies, and grazed their lips along the sensitive skin of Marie’s neck, hot breath tickling the inkling before the bandit picked an area and began kissing. The kisses became more and more desirous with each one placed, descending into gentle lovebites as Shiver grew determined to leave as much evidence that they had been here as possible. Marie hummed, massaging the fingers of one hand into Shiver’s hips, bringing the other up to rest on their shoulder. She turned her head further to the side with an unsteady sigh, presenting Shiver with more space to play with. Who would they be to deny an offer like that?
Shiver wrapped one hand lightly around Marie’s neck, the side opposite to where their lips worked. They hummed against the skin as they kissed, spurred on by the tiny little sounds that escaped the usually quiet Marie. Every content sigh was music to their ears, better than any symphony.
It wasn’t enough, though. Not for Shiver. They wanted to hear her and nothing else. They weren’t going to settle for just little hums and grips of approval. They longed to hear her whimper next to their ears, they knew she could. They’ve known Marie long enough to know that she could falter. She could let loose. She could be broken.
And the idea of being the reason she falls apart was intoxicating.
Very carefully, Shiver tightened their grip on Marie’s neck, claws causing slight indentions in her beautiful skin, pulling her closer to their red lips. Marie relaxed into Shiver’s touched and they grinned evilly.
Shiver opened their mouth and bit down against the skin, as hard as they dared. Which, when it came to bothering Marie, was a lot.
Marie gasped, her hands gripping Shiver as she both pushed herself forward and pulled the octoling closer. She exhaled, her breath quivering and on the verge of sounding like a whine, right next to Shiver’s ear, causing it to twitch with delight.
“Fuck me,” Marie muttered, her voice breaking beautifully.
“Getting there, hopefully,” Shiver said, loving on the bruising bite mark.
Marie opened her mouth to snap back at the comment, but Shiver bit down again, this time closer to the front of her neck, and a desperate, needy noise that Marie wasn’t even aware she was capable of making spilled out of her mouth, followed quickly by her cursing the loss of her dignity. Shiver kissed the bitten area delicately, proud of themself.
Bruises were already blooming all along the side of the inkling’s neck, blotches of paint on the beautiful canvas that she was. Shiver’s mind clouded at the sight combined with the feeling of Marie trembling in her claws. Heat pulsed through their body, desire already pooling between their legs. They must be in heaven. They licked the bite mark once more and raised their head to kiss the inkling, cradling her face.
Shiver pulled away. “I can’t believe how much that got to you.”
Marie rolled her eyes and dropped her head onto Shiver’s shoulder with a groan. Whether it was out of embarrassment or arousal, Shiver couldn’t really tell. They reached their arms around and began playing with one of Marie’s tentacles idly. “You look so pretty like this, you know that? All disheveled and loser-like.”
“Loser-like?” Marie pulled away instantly, her ears falling back. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Whatever you want it to, love,” Shiver laughed, tapping Marie’s nose with a finger, “just know it makes you hot.”
“Whatever,” Marie said, leaning in for another kiss. Instead of landing on Shiver’s lips, however, she was intercepted by a red finger landing on her own. She opened her eyes, confused.
Shiver’s finger fell down her chin, coming to a stop and tugging lightly at the collar of the shirt she wore. “Can I do something about this first?”
Marie’s blush darkened and there it was again, a faint shimmer on her face an ears. Was it just light reflecting off of sweat? Was she even sweating? Curiosity began to fester in the back of Shiver’s mind.
“Sure,” was all Marie could say without her voice shaking.
Gently, Shiver dropped both of their hands to the bottom of Marie’s shirt, making sure to slide her fingers down the inkling’s body on the way, and slipped them underneath the cloth. Shiver’s cold hands made Marie wince as they rose up again, bringing the shirt with them. Marie raised her arms and let Shiver pull the clothing off. Luckily, her tentacles didn’t pose too much of an obstacle for their teamwork. Shiver discarded the shirt somewhere behind them, leaving Marie in a simple, mint green bra.
Shiver looked over their lover’s form, awe in their eye. Moving as slow as a shark gliding lazily through water, Shiver’s eye trailed downward. Marie wasn’t blessed — or cursed, depending on how you feel about it — when it came to breast size, but her boobs were still larger than Shiver’s own and the octoling was enamored by the view. Normally, they were pushed up in emphasis by a certain type of bra, but tonight they were covered fully, comfortably pressed against the inkling’s chest by the soft fabric.
With the shirt off, the brilliant shape of Marie’s hips was also finally revealed. Shiver wasn’t one to only enjoy their partner’s body during intercourse, but it would be dishonest if they said they didn’t look forward to seeing it every time. The divine figure caught Shiver’s eye immediately and they followed the curve all the way to where it disappeared below the baggy sweatpants she wore. Silently, Shiver cursed the piece of clothing. To make up for this loss, they directed their eye at Marie’s soft abdomen, running a finger all the way from right below her bra to the beginning of her sweats.
They looked back up at Marie, who was looking away again, overwhelmed by Shiver’s scrutinizing gaze.
Their gaze only intensified, though, brow furrowing, when something caught their eye once more.
“You’re glowing.”
The inkling’s ear twitched, still not used to such a genuine compliment. “Yeah, thanks, I—“
“No, Marie, seriously, you’re glowing,” Shiver whispered in wonder, so quiet that the sound barely reached Marie’s ears.
Marie blinked a few times, sleep deprivation making her have to spend an extra second or two picking the sentence apart. Once she realized that it wasn’t a compliment, just a general observation, her face fell.
“Oh, yeah,” she said, clearing her throat, “I, uh, forgot about that.”
“You can glow?” Shiver ran a hand over the green freckles on Marie’s chest, disrupting the flow of light briefly and making the woman tense. As soon as Shiver’s hand had begun exploring, the glow had increased and an expression not dissimilar to a scientist making a breakthrough discovery overtook Shiver’s amazement.
“Mhm,” Marie hummed, a tiny tremor in her voice as Shiver continued feeling along the space right above her breasts, “it’s really only visible in super dark rooms, though—“
“That‘s the only thing that activates it?”
“Well, yeah, you could say that,” Marie paused, swallowing as Shiver got closer, still examining her chest, then her face, “but it’s always sort of ‘activated’, it just only intensifies or whatever when I’m in a dark area.”
“So that’s why it’s so bright now? No other reason?”
“Mmmhm.” Marie was still very interested in the rest of the room. That wouldn’t do.
“Can I try something?” Shiver asked, a hand coming to rest on Marie’s shoulder.
“Sure.”
Shiver leaned down, their head once again drifting close to Marie’s neck — the other side this time—, lips feather-light against her skin. Wasting no time, they bit into her, turning their head a bit and pulling the skin with it for a while to make sure their view wasn’t obstructed by the inkling’s neck.
“Ow—“ Marie hissed, “fuck.” Her voice became breathy and she strengthened her hold on Shiver. Sure enough, the green glow had grown in intensity. Shiver rose back up, smiling proudly at their discovery.
“You’re a fuckin’ liar, Marie!” they declared.
“What? What are you talking about?”
“Dark rooms aren’t the only thing that activates it, I bit you and you cracked like a glowstick! How come I’ve never seen this before?”
“Like I said, bright rooms. It only shows up in dark ones.”
“That’s why you always insist we keep some kinda light on?” Shiver asked, quieting down. “You embarrassed by it or something?”
When Marie didn’t respond, Shiver grew concerned. “We can turn a light on if you’d like.”
“No, it’s fine,” Marie said quickly, “I just never really liked how… I don’t know, revealing it is.” Shiver’s hand interlocked with hers. “But I don’t want to stop just because of this stupid insecurity.”
“It’s not stupid,” Shiver said, kissing the palm of Marie’s hand, “but trust me when I say it doesn’t bother me. I think I just fell in love with you all over again.”
The glow brightened.
Marie waved a hand at herself. “See what I mean?”
“Oh I absolutely do.” Shiver grinned devilishly. It fell away as fast as it appeared. “But seriously, if you want to turn another lamp on or something we can. I want you to be comfortable.”
Marie was normally indifferent to the whole bioluminescence thing. The only time it got annoying was during agent work, specifically if she had to sneak around through any dark places. Luckily for her, though, clothes were invented a while ago, and enough of those bad boys could easily hide any evidence that she had any firefly squid in her blood in the first place.
Unluckily for her, sex was something that was typically enjoyed while nude, meaning that the trait would be completely visible for anybody to see. It gives away too much, strengthening the further she fell into arousal. Due to this, she’s resorted to sneakily trying to keep some sort of light source on every time she has participated in the act. She wasn’t sure why she didn’t like the vulnerability it caused her, but she had somehow managed to get away with it every time. It must’ve slipped her mind somehow, possibly because of the lack of sleep and the pretty octoling that had been all of her ever since she set foot outside of her room. She scolded herself for slipping up on something so simple.
But, strangely, the more she looked at Shiver as they waited patiently for an answer, still holding her hand and rubbing a thumb lightly atop it, the more she didn’t feel like getting up to turn a lamp on, or like sending Shiver to do it for her. Part of her wanted Shiver to have access to this special guide of hers. How crazy was that? Her brow furrowed, trying to reason to herself why it was Shiver, of all people, that she trusted the most with this part of her. She took a slow breath in.
“I’m good,” she said finally.
Shiver lifted her head with a hand, making her meet their gaze. “You sure?”
Marie nodded. Shiver smiled and kissed her, their hand sliding down her arm, letting go and reattaching to either side of the inkling’s torso. The glow brightened.
Shiver watched the markings, which were mostly freckles or dots of some kind, their eye following the patterns on her skin. “So this like some kind of personal guide on what turns you on?”
“There was probably a more romantic way to word that,” Marie scoffed, “but yes, that’s basically how it’s working right now.”
“This just keeps getting better and better,” Shiver said, unable to hide their excited smile.
Marie scoffed at the comment, grinning at the octoling’s frivolity. She liked that about them, how they were able to make almost any situation silly and relaxed.
Lost in her thoughts, it took Shiver grabbing her chin and pulling her head up to meet theirs to lock her into another kiss to bring her back to reality.
“You look ravishing,” Shiver whispered into their lips when they broke off to breathe.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” Marie whispered back, wrapping her arms around Shiver in an embrace, kissing their neck.
Shiver’s eyes fell lower, looking over her lover’s body as if they haven’t seen it many times before. They toyed with the strap of the minty green bra, an antsy look on their face, illuminated by the glow coming from Marie.
“Not to be too hasty,” they started, pulling the strap away from Marie’s skin and letting it go with a snap that made Marie’s ears flick back, “but would you mind if I asked to get rid of this, too? You know me, impatient as always.”
“And then have me half naked while you’re still fully dressed?” Marie asked, still against their neck. She sat back, crossing her arms. An indirect result of this movement was the inkling’s breast being pushed upwards. Shiver was unsure whether she’d done it on purpose or not. “How’s that fair?”
Once Shiver managed to tear their eyes away from Marie’s chest they groaned, feigning annoyance. “I guess it’s only fair to take my own shirt off,” they grumbled, scooting back to begin removing their own t-shirt. Marie stopped them just as they began to lift and replaced Shiver’s hands with her own, lifting the shirt up and over the octoling’s head, just like Shiver had done for her.
“It’s only fair,” she explained when Shiver gave her an odd look.
The two laughed at the exchange, but the silly interaction wasn’t enough to distract Shiver from the way Marie was looking at them now. Her eyes were suddenly hungry, illuminated by the strong green glow that had increased without them noticing. Her eyes moved slowly and deliberately, picking up every tiny detail like she hadn’t seen the octoling like this many times before. Marie’s eyes clouded with that same look she always got when she was thinking, no doubt considering and leafing through the many lecherous thoughts that the sight of Shiver topless brought on. A part of the octoling wished they could take a peek at the exact things the inkling was imagining. Just thinking about the possibilities made them grateful that they weren’t glow-in-the-dark.
Marie broke out of her haze, staring up at Shiver’s most likely reddened face. Her hands fell back comfortably onto Shiver’s hips, running both thumbs over the now visible, soft skin. They felt like they just might melt underneath the inkling’s gaze.
“So,” they said, the tension becoming unbearable, “we’re even.” They set their hands back on Marie’s shoulders, one of them running up her neck, then face, and stopping to massage her ear. She leaned into the touch. “Does that mean I can take your bra off now?”
Marie grinned, her mouth perfectly crooked, to distract from the fact her blush had begun lighting up again. “You’re that desperate to see me naked?”
“Duh. Who wouldn’t be?”
Marie huffed as she moved forward, towards Shiver’s chest, above their sarashi. “Not yet,” she said before kissing the skin directly above the wrapping.
Shiver whined dramatically. “Come on, you make me wait three hours for you to get done working and this is how you repay me?”
“What would you rather me be doing?” she hummed, looking up at the octoling as she pressed another kiss to their reddened skin.
Shiver swallowed, their face heating up underneath the piercing, golden gaze. They glanced away, pretending to be lost in thought while they recovered. “Oh, there’s simply too much, I can’t possibly list it all.”
“Wanna try?”
“Well, let’s see,” Shiver said, planning on what they should share and what they should probably keep to themself for now, “showing me your boobs is pretty high on the list.”
The inkling laughed. What a beautiful sound it was. “You’ve seen them before,” Marie stated, kissing their neck now.
“Not enough,” Shiver responded breathily, placing a hand on the back of Marie’s head. The inkling hummed in amusement.
Every kiss grew longer and more libidinous than the last. Unlike Marie, Shiver was not quiet. Regardless if in everyday life or in a more private setting, Shiver was not afraid to use their words. Or, in the case of being marked up by a beautiful woman, their sounds. Every sensation, big or small, sent trembles down their spine and clouded their mind with lust. Whether it was Marie running her pretty hands down Shiver’s curved back, her lips painting their neck in wonderful bruises, or her leg pushing up against Shiver in just the right way, it was enough to make Shiver’s tentacles curl and their mouth release sinful noises with each feeling. Marie was enjoying every second of it. She could feel Shiver’s arousal through their tights and the sensation made her shine.
“What’s the matter?” she asked after an especially long whine from Shiver. “Does something feel good?”
She pushed her leg harder between Shiver’s legs, making them curl forwards, their head falling into the curve of Marie’s neck to muffle their moan. Their breath was hot against Marie’s skin, the sound high and airy.
“Still want to remove my bra? Or would you rather me remove yours?”
“It’s a sarashi,” Shiver said, immediately sobered by the chance to one up Marie.
“I know, but it would’ve ruined the flow of the sentence.” Shiver deadpanned. “Duh.”
Shiver rolled their eyes, their tentacles unfurling hesitantly. “And yes, by the way, I still want to remove your bra.”
Marie hummed in thought, pushing her leg back against Shiver while she came to a decision, making their tentacles curl right back up and a whine slip through their beak.
Shiver could barely think. It would be so easy to just stay there and accept Marie fully, to let her lay them down and destroy them right there. But they had promised her something and they’d be damned if they didn’t fulfill it.
Marie pushed against them again, the feeling crashing through their thoughts and making them gasp.
“Okay, that’s enough. You’ve had your fun,” Shiver said, reigning themself in. “I’m supposed to be helping you relax right now and you’re making it very difficult.”
“Maybe I don’t want to relax. Did that ever cross your mind?” Marie asked, leaning back with her arms up on the head of the couch, a smug look on her face.
“Don’t start that shit with me,” Shiver warned, reaching around behind Marie’s back, forcing her up, and unclasping the barrier between them and beauty.
Marie’s confidence wavered as the bra came undone and her breasts fell comfortably onto her chest. A few stray spots lit up along the soft skin, then some more, adding to the glow. Shiver made a scene of tossing the bra away. Marie acted unimpressed.
“Beautiful, as always,” Shiver declared as they looked back down at the inkling’s soft chest, saying it as if it was the most known fact in the world. Marie scoffed. “I’m not lying, Marie,” the octoling added as they scooted closer, setting a hand on either side of her chest and running a thumb down each of the soft mounds. “Would you like me to prove it to you?”
The confident shield Marie had taken on for however long finally shattered into a million tiny pieces, her face lighting up in bright green again and her ears lowering. “Uh…” she cleared her throat, her arms falling back down to her sides immediately, “knock yourself out.”
“’Knock myself out’?” Shiver asked, astonished. They looked around exaggeratedly, a hand held flat above their eyes as if they were searching for something. When they turned back to Marie they did it slowly and with a cocky look plastered on their face. “Where’d all that confidence go?”
Marie groaned. “Cod, do you ever shut up?”
“When it comes to annoying you?” Shiver asked, a shit-eating grin on their face, lowering themself until they were level with Marie’s breasts, one in each hand with their fingers threateningly close to each nipple. “No, I don’t.”
For emphasis, Shiver took one nipple in their mouth and began toying with it using their tongue, massaging the other breast with their hand and using the remaining hand to feel Marie, running it up and down her side, sometimes even dipping below her sweats just to mess with her.
At this point, Marie’s confident facade had dissipated completely, replaced by a glowing mess that Shiver could totally get used to. She tried to keep her voice in check, she really did, but her breasts have always been sensitive. She just couldn’t stop the pleased noises that spilled out of her like honey from a broken hive, slow and sweet to Shiver’s ears. She was even struggling with keeping the volume down, so she bit down on her finger, resting her remaining hand on Shiver’s head, urging them on. Shiver, living fully up to the urging, sank their teeth into the side of one tit and sucked while digging their claws into the other.
Marie lit up instantly. She cursed, gripping Shiver with both hands as a loud moan rocked her body, dwindling into a whimper as it ended.
“Sorry!” Shiver cried, pulling away. The bite had broken skin and a small bit of blood began pooling, threatening to trickle downwards. “I think I bit too hard, I’m sorry, I should’ve—“
“No, Shiver, that was perfect,” Marie said, her voice cracking with lust, “please, please do it again.”
Shiver would’ve hesitated longer, but Marie was glowing brighter than they had ever seen, so much so that certain dots almost hurt to look at. They grinned mischievously as an idea crossed their mind.
“Are you sure?” they asked slowly, accentuating every syllable. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Yes, cod, I’m sure,” Marie whined, shaking, her hands gripping Shiver painfully. When Shiver still didn’t move, Marie almost growled. “I’m begging you.”
Satisfied for now, Shiver licked the wound before shifting to a new place, playing with the fresh patch of skin and adoring the way the green light danced around them as Marie writhed under their touch. Storing the bite method away for later, they pressed tender, loving kisses along her bosom, moving to suck on the peak of the other breast, aching to hear the wonderful noises that were guaranteed to slip from her jaw.
“Cod, the sounds you make,” Shiver spoke against Marie’s skin. The glow strengthened. “I love it when you get like this,” Shiver said, their hands replacing their mouth on Marie’s chest as they rose up to meet her fluttering eyes, “all whiny and desperate, it’s glorious.”
The glow strengthened.
“This little GPS of yours is making this so easy,” Shiver said, right next to Marie’s ear now, “I can read you like a book.”
Shiver pinched a nipple in between the pads of two fingers. Marie curved against the octoling, moaning into their neck.
“You like that, hm?” Shiver hummed. “I haven’t even gone below your stomach and you’re already acting like this.”
Marie couldn’t respond with anything more than a meager ‘mhm’, so Shiver lowered themself back down again, licking a nipple before taking it in their mouth, rubbing circles around it with their tongue. Without warning, they moved off of the peak and to the inner side of the tit, sinking their teeth in. Marie tossed her head back and cried. The octoling licked the fresh lovebite before rising up again, her hands continuing to fondle Marie’s tits.
“I’m assuming that felt good?”
“Yes, damn it, how many times are you gonna make me say it?” Marie grimaced, setting a hand on Shiver’s own.
“As many times as I can,” Shiver said. “I love making you moan like that.” They stuck out their tongue as they teased the inkling.
“If you love it so much why are you up here telling me that?” Marie’s voice was dripping with desperation, whiny with need.
“I like making you moan, but I also like driving you insane,” Shiver explained. They sat back. “See, this is how much I like making you feel good…” Shiver set a hand face-down in the air, “…and this is how much I like driving you insane.” Shiver put the other hand face-down in the air, higher than the first.
“You are the single most insufferable person I’ve ever met in my life.”
“And yet you’re letting me do this,” Shiver retorted, giving Marie a quick peck on the cheek before returning to her exigent tits, only allowing her a few seconds to be irritated before sinking their teeth right back where they belonged, drawing the slightest amount of blood, a fantastic amount of light, and the neediest moan they’ve heard so far from Marie.
While Shiver worked, Marie was becoming painfully aware of the heat gathering between her legs. They were shut tight and she was pushing her pelvis up against Shiver, yearning for any kind of stimulation. The octoling was so close to her that she couldn’t comfortably reach around to try and satiate the need. With no other options, she was forced to hold on to Shiver as they continued to paint her chest with hickeys and lovebites.
Shiver was also aware of the fact that Marie was on the verge of losing her mind. It was partially because she was almost blinding the octoling with light, but another factor that pointed towards the fact was Marie moving her hips to her own rhythm, the top of her thighs rubbing against Shiver’s core and making it kind of hard to focus on Marie and not how fucking good it felt. Shiver stalled in their movements, closing their eyes and moaning against Marie’s chest, before shaking themself and refocusing back onto Marie, taking a nipple in their mouth again and biting the soft skin around it.
Marie shut her mouth tight and groaned from the feeling, looking down and locking eyes with Shiver, green light reflecting in their red eye and their blue tentacles. The octoling kept watching her as a hand of theirs trailed down her chest to her stomach, their red claws grazing her skin and driving her inches closer to the edge.
She needed this. Cod, she needed this to happen so so badly. She needed the release, she needed something, anything. And to think she was in the process of getting it from the same octoling that acted like a thespian wherever they walked was so ridiculous that Marie would’ve laughed if she wasn’t so fucking turned on by the view and how they looked; sweaty and just as needy as she felt.
Marie was glowing from the sight alone, love filling her chest as she watched Shiver ruin her. The same Shiver that came to make sure she wasn’t dead a few hours ago. The same Shiver that offered to take her on a date and showed up on an entire shark. The same Shiver that asked to paint her all the time, constantly quitting halfway through and declaring that they could never replicate her beauty. Her eyes became unfocused, overwhelmed by this sudden culmination of emotions.
Another bite made her throw her head back and cry out. She curled forward again, bringing a hand up to one of Shivers adorable rounded ears and massaging patterns into it with her thumb. Shiver’s lips stuttered at the touch, moaning.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Shiver,” Marie declared before she could think, “you’re just — mmh,” Marie groaned, having to pause to compose her thoughts, “so perfect.”
Shiver’s visible eye widened at the sudden flow of compliments. They released Marie’s breast with a theatrical pop and raised themself, Marie’s hand falling from their ear to their shoulder.
“What’s the matter, Marie?” Shiver asked, their voice so sweet that it almost sounded genuine. “What’s got you so worked up?”
Marie only whimpered at the sudden lack of stimulation, still rocking her hips in desperation. She muttered something Shiver couldn’t make out, grabbing their arms with her hands. They grabbed her arms in return.
“I couldn’t quite hear you, Firefly, what did you say?”
The pet name. Cod, the edge was right there.
“Touch me,” Marie begged, her ears as low as the volume of her voice.
“You want me to what?” Shiver asked dramatically, placing a hand over her chest in mock surprise. Her hands then went up and cradled Marie’s face. She leaned into the touch, breathing heavily against the skin. “Oh, you poor thing, you need my fingers that badly?”
“Please,” Marie repeated the word over and over. She released Shiver’s arm, sneaking a hand down to try and fulfill the need herself. Shiver sat down fully onto Marie’s lap, blocking her hand and forcing her legs still. Marie nearly cried in frustration.
“Cod, you needed this, Marie,” Shiver commented, surprised at the sheer desperation in the inkling’s voice.
Marie was glowing with both sweat and bioluminescence, leaving her shining a soft, minty green that reflected off of Shiver’s own skin. Her fingers were digging into the octoling’s shoulder now, the hand she had tried to relieve herself with now grasping at the sweatpants that still covered her. She couldn’t even beg anymore, she was so far gone, she just whined, high-pitched and pitiful.
“What a brilliant idea,” Shiver said, setting a hand atop Marie’s, the one that was about to tear through her own sweatpants, “we should take these off.”
With Shiver’s guidance, Marie lifted her hips and the octoling pulled the sweatpants off of her, setting them on the other end of the couch and leaving Marie only in her underwear.
Shiver began sliding a hand down, fingers poking beneath the fabric, when Marie stopped them.
“Get a towel.”
Shiver blinked. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, I’m serious. I’m not ruining a couch for you.”
“Now that just hurt my feelings, Marie.”
“I’m about to kick you out,” Marie hissed.
“Don’t kid yourself, Glowstick.”
Shiver laughed at Marie’s reaction, knowing full well that she wouldn’t dare to kick them out in the state she was in.
The octoling got up and walked to the nearest bathroom, opening the cabinet and grabbing the softest towel they could find. Upon returning, they found that Marie had moved to the end of the couch, opposite of the discarded sweatpants, her hand dipped in between her legs. The lamp that was previously on had been flicked off, leaving the TV — which had turned to a darker screen due to inactivity — and Marie as the only sources of light in the room.
Shiver stopped in their tracks, taken aback by just how otherworldly the color shining off of Marie was. It was almost as ethereal as the sounds she was making. A small part of Shiver wanted to simply watch her, curious about the expressions she’d make, or how her body would flex and writhe with her orgasm. The thought of being the reason she reached that point drove them to step forward. As soon as they did, Marie made an effort to stop touching herself.
“Here.” Shiver set the towel in place and clambered back onto the couch.
They had expected a second to breathe, but were instead instantly pulled into an embrace, their lips colliding with Marie’s. Losing balance, Shiver placed a hand next to Marie to catch themself, the other falling into place on her other side. A leg fell in between the inkling’s, Shiver’s knee making contact with just the right spot, making Marie arch her back and moan into the kiss.
Shiver fell into a rhythm soon after, rubbing their leg in an agonizingly slow pattern as they continued to kiss Marie, finally getting the chance to slip their tongue past their lips, grazing it along her sharp beak and, ironically, shivering at the thought of it against their skin. Marie’s hips were rocking against the octoling’s leg, stuttering every few thrusts as she struggled to even think. It didn’t take much of this for Marie to start begging again.
“Shiver, I—“ she groaned as the octoling pushed their knee against her core again, “—I really need you where it matters.”
An evil grin stretched across Shiver’s face. “‘Where it matters’? What part of you doesn’t matter, Firefly?”
“Shiver, don’t—“
“I can’t read your mind, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” They made an exaggerated sad face as they pushed against Marie again. She lit up ethereally. “I’m sorry, I really am.” Marie set a hand on Shiver’s leg in desperation, her legs squeezing around them uncontrollably.
“Don’t fucking play dumb with me, Shiver, please,” Marie begged, her voice quavering. “Between my legs, I need you between my legs, please,” she spoke quickly, aching for relief.
“Am I not already there?” Shiver tilted their head to the side, playing dumb and grinding their leg against her once more. Marie threw her head back and cried out desperately.
“Please touch me, Shiver, please, please, please, I need it I’ll do anything, please,” Marie repeated the word over and over again, her voice laughing out of desperation and necessity.
As much as Shiver loved relishing in the way Marie was acting, especially because they were the one solely responsible for bringing her to this point, they did feel a little bad for the inkling, especially now that they could swear that Marie’s eyes were becoming watery. With a shrug, they pulled themself up and to Marie’s side, resting on their elbow. Marie almost lost it again, thinking that Shiver was about to pull some other trick on her. Much to her relief, the octoling slipped a hand below the fabric of her underwear, the inkling’s legs making way immediately.
Shiver was at first surprised at just how wet Marie was. Then again, they couldn’t really be too shocked by it with how much Marie had been aching for this simple contact. Shiver slid their hand lower, dipping between her folds then slipping back up to rub tantalizing circles around her clit. As they did this, they leaned down and kissed along Marie’s jaw, whispering sweet words to her between each kiss, slowly making their way down to her bruised neck.
Soon after Shiver began, Marie was pushing against against their touch, glowing and begging with everything but her words.
“You poor thing,” Shiver teased her, dropping a finger dangerously close to her opening and watching as her beak dug into her bottom lip, “you really want my fingers that badly?”
“Yes,” Marie said breathlessly. She tried to speak again, but any attempt at a word quickly devolved into an embarrassingly whorish moan as Shiver finally sank two fingers knuckle-deep inside her, curling them carefully and exquisitely against her walls. The inkling’s back arched in ecstasy, freckles and spots lighting up the entire room as she did.
“There you go,” Shiver cooed, squinting their eye against the light as it grew accustomed to the brightness. They pulled their fingers back out and pushed them back in leisurely, repeating this motion over and over again. “You’re doing great, Firefly.”
Marie was holding them now, moaning into the crook of their neck with her surprisingly strong arms wrapped around them, pulling them as close as possible. Her nails dug into the skin of Shiver’s back, making the octoling hiss against her neck.
So slowly that Marie barely noticed, Shiver began scooting further and further downwards, making sure that they pressed a kiss to every single freckle or marking in their reach. Marie’s hands moved to Shiver’s head, gripping as they reached her breasts and took one in their mouth once again and sucked. Her legs squeezed together, trapping Shiver’s wrist and making it a bit difficult to move, but Shiver was no quitter.
They sped up their thrusts a bit as they moved to the other breast. Marie’s grasp, combined with all of the sounds she was unable to keep to herself, sent heat coursing through their own body, heading straight to their core. They hummed against Marie’s chest as they worked, making her hold on their tentacles strengthen even more alongside her glow.
Shiver pressed one last kiss to the freckle right next to her nipple before going lower, kissing the inkling’s stomach and then her naval, nibbling and playing with the skin between their beak. They slid down until they were lying comfortably on their chest between the inkling’s thighs. They followed a trail of markings down the skin with their lips, turning their head to the side to sink their teeth into the soft skin of Marie’s thigh, making the inkling gasp. They did it once more before moving to the other thigh, leaving a mark there, too, before turning towards, as Marie had called it, ‘where it mattered’.
Movement caught Shiver’s eye and they looked up to find that Marie had shifted and was now resting on her elbows to get a better view of Shiver’s antics. Marie’s eyes met their own and they took the opportunity to hover very closely to her core.
“Beautiful,” Shiver spoke into her, their breath hot against the inkling’s skin. They began lazily sliding their fingers in and out of her, watching with interest as her brow pinched together.
“You look amazing like this,” Marie said, her voice a little husky.
“Same here,” Shiver responded, still close enough that Marie could almost feel them talking against her, “I could stay here forever, picking out every little detail, and never get bored.”
“Well isn’t that sweet of you?” The sarcasm falling off of every word wasn’t enough to hide the fact that her blush had grown at the poetic compliment
Shiver looked down. Marie was somehow even wetter than before. They couldn’t possibly imagine why. Their fingers slowed to a snail’s pace, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.
“You wanna beg for it again?”
“Ugh, cod, don’t,” Marie groaned, covering her glowing face.
“Come on, please?” Shiver pleaded, resting their head on their free hand. “It was cute.”
“And a one time thing, I’m never doing it again.”
“You wanna bet on that?” Shiver raised their brow.
“No, because you’d lose.”
“Good thing I have a fantastic memory, then,” Shiver said, pulling their fingers out of Marie’s warmth and trailing one finger up against her pussy. She sucked a breath in. Shiver then rested their head on both of their fists, watching her with an expectant expression.
Marie cursed her glow as she spoke, her voice almost silent. “Shiv, come on, please?”
“Please what?”
Marie bit her lip. She looked away, irritated. “I’m gonna get you back for this.
“Oh are you?” Shiver said, perking up. “How, exactly? You should describe it to me as I eat you out.”
Marie laughed. “In your dre—ah!”
Shiver had licked a straight line up from bottom to top, cutting Marie off mid-sentence.
“What were you saying?” they asked innocently, their tongue still attached by a string of pleasure.
“Fuck you.”
“In a second, I’m doing something.”
“Ugh, you’re insufferable—“
Shiver licked again, towards Marie’s clit, stopping and sucking on it for good measure. A tremor rocked Marie’s whole body, light pulsing from each freckle.
“That’s it, I’m done,” Marie said when she recovered, crossing her arms.
“Stop being so dramatic,” Shiver said before licking again.
They licked slowly and gently, ghosting their tongue along Marie’s folds. As time went on, they dared to push further, dipping their tongue between the warmth, pleased by the excessive amount of slick. Their eye moved up, watching Marie. They grew amused at the fact that she was shy enough to be covering her mouth again, as if the way she was acting earlier had just been some fantastical figment of Shiver’s imagination. Her ears were low and her brow was furrowed, her eyes fluttered closed and her chest was rising and falling with each hot breath. Every time Shiver slowed, her pelvis would push against their mouth desperately, begging them to keep going.
In the midst of her pleasure, Marie didn’t even notice that Shiver had repositioned themself until two fingers slipped back inside of her, all the way to the knuckles. At the same time, Shiver wrapped their lips around Marie’s clit and sucked, tonguing it in the process. The combination made Marie keen.
“Fuck, just like that, baby,” Marie whispered, a hand reaching down to fiddle with Shiver’s front tentacle. It curled around the inkling’s hand, squeezing her back affectionately. The words were coated and dripping with the same desire as before. And to think it was all for Shiver. This was all just for them to witness, no one else. The thought sent need spreading through every one of their limbs. They picked up the pace, the slow thrusts replaced with a sudden verve that made Marie shake.
“So fuckin’ good,” Marie said, her voice quivering and threatening to fall into a fit of moans with every word. Shiver hummed in acknowledgment, long and low, sending vibrations against Marie’s sensitive nerves and oh, it was over now.
An almost pornographic moan left the inkling as soon as the vibrations from the hum hit. Shiver could’ve sworn Marie had just exploded, she was shining so bright. Shiver quickened their pace, curling their fingers slightly every time they’d hit knuckle-deep before pulling out again, careful to keep their claws under control. Marie curled forward then fell back again, her back arching beautifully at the sensation.
“Perfect…” Marie babbled, repeating the word a few times to make up for her inability to form a fully coherent sentence.
Again and again the octoling replicated the movement, hitting the perfect spot many times. With every perfect thrust, Marie whimpered out another inspiring noise. Even if they stuttered, their mouth surrounding their clit and giving it all the precious, wondrous attention it deserved made up for it seamlessly.
Shiver was absolutely thriving in the praise, every sweet word falling from Marie’s mouth, which was kept open due to the broken moans and cries that she was unable to hold in constantly falling from it, sent more want, more desire, more need pulsing through Shiver’s veins. This beautiful woman was praising them and them only. This perfect specimen was pushing their head harder against her core because of the way they were making her feel. She was calling them good, them perfect, they were the reason she couldn’t even form a sentence at the moment.
If someone could get drunk off of thoughts, Shiver would have alcohol poisoning. Every contracting muscle reminded Shiver of what they were doing, of the markings and evidence they had already painted across Marie’s body. It was art, the way they were in control of the light show before them, in control of the sounds that fell from her slack jaw. Shiver was a brush and Marie was the perfect canvas. She was Shiver’s latest art project and she was already their magnum opus. There was no competition.
Shiver was dragged out of their mind and back to the present a second later by a whimpering voice that, judging by the tone, had been trying to get their attention for a while now.
“Shiv, I—“ Marie’s voice broke off, falling into an uneven tidal rush of moans and cries, her grip on Shiver’s head almost becoming painful as she pushed her pelvis up and further into the contact. Shiver adapted to the movement, pressing a hand on her naval to keep her steady and shoving their fingers as deep as they would go, thrusting in and out and curling every time they reached all the way in, all the while continuing to suck and lick on her clit until she came back down from the high, pushing Shiver away gently when she had enough.
Once Marie had finished, Shiver rose, removing their fingers from the warm muscle. They admired the long string of pleasure that kept the two bodies connected until it finally broke, the remnants dripping off of Shiver’s finger like honey, threads of it staying connected as they spread the digits apart curiously. Both their fingers and lower face were glistening. Without thinking, they licked some of the residue off of their lips before they wiped their face and fingers off with the towel. They then crawled up Marie once again and flopped down atop her. The inkling immediately wrapped her arms around the octoling, her breathing still heavy and hot against Shiver’s cheek as she kissed it lovingly.
“You did so well,” Marie said right next to their ear, making them tremble.
They put on a mask of confidence to hide their reaction. “I always do.”
“Well, there was that one time you were so nervous that I had to walk you through the whole process.” Marie’s hand began wandering up and down Shiver’s back.
“I was so close to banishing that from my memory forever!” Shiver said, sarcastic excitement in their voice. “Thank you so much for reminding me!”
“Of course,” Marie responded, her snarky, crooked grin back in its rightful place. Shiver thought about kissing it. They aren’t really sure why they didn’t.
They looked into each others eyes for a while before Shiver broke the silence.
“You were glowing.”
“Oh, was I?” Marie quirked a brow. “I couldn’t tell.” The sarcasm was potent.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if you honestly couldn’t, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so far gone.”
“Well, consider yourself lucky that you get to see me like that,” Marie responded with a shrug. To deflect from the fact the glow on her face had brightened once more, she slid her hand back up to the octoling’s back, stopping at the sarashi, fingers slipping in between the wrappings.
Shiver would be a liar if they said they weren’t looking forward to this part. As Marie carefully undid the binding, Shiver watched her expression go from calm to irritated, her glow dissipating as the more unpleasant emotion shrouded her face. Shiver giggled as she leaned forward to see what she was working with, muttering for them to shut up. Shiver did not listen.
“How many times have you done this now?”
“Too many to still be this bad at it,” Marie muttered, finally undoing the last wrap, a pleased look replacing the irritated one as the wrappings fell loose. Shiver lifted themself, allowing Marie room to slide the bindings out from under them, setting them off to the side. “But the prize is always worth it.
If Shiver wasn’t still basically on top of Marie, their small chest would’ve been revealed by now. Gently, Marie set her hands on Shiver’s shoulders and urged them to sit back. They did, and Marie’s hands fell to their favorite curve again, resting comfortably on Shiver’s hips. Her eyes clouded over at the sight, her glow replenishing. The implications this sent out made the octoling’s face and body burn. They glanced around the dark room, avoiding Marie’s eyes, their tentacles curling and giving away how they really felt about the scrutinizing glare.
Her hands glided upwards, tickling the skin with light touches, stopping just below the octoling’s chest. Shiver looked back at Marie to find her watching them, waiting with a question in her eyes.
Shiver nodded.
Marie was still for a second longer, a plan forming behind her golden eyes. She always did this. Shiver could only hope it didn’t take too long; the warmth in between their legs was almost becoming too much to bear. They had honestly surprised themself with how well they were handling it right now. The pride was short lived, however, as a grin spread across Marie’s face once again, making all of it very hard to deal with.
Shiver lifted themself up as Marie began to move, scooting herself backwards slightly so she could sit up and close most of the distance between their bodies. Once she was settled, Shiver barely got the chance to set themself back down before Marie tongued one of their nipples, grinning at the immediate reaction from from the octoling. She kept one hand firmly on Shiver’s thigh, bringing the other up to fondle the remaining breast, gliding her thumb in painfully slow circles around the hardened peak before pinching it.
Shiver’s chest has always been ridiculously sensitive, and right then they could’ve sworn that they were in heaven, or at least on the verge of it and threatening to spill over. Every soft bite and nibble and touch made their back curve and their claws dig into Marie’s shoulders, which in turn made the inkling bite harder. It was a vicious cycle, really, and one that Shiver was living for.
Suddenly, an especially sharp bite was planted on Shiver’s tit, then the culprit’s lips fell to their nipple and sucked, sending a wave of unbearable ecstasy through their entire body. A trembling whine made Marie’s ears flick forward.
“Told you I’d get you back,” she said simply, not bothering to remove her lips fully away from the breast to say the sentence. The vibrations made it impossible for Shiver to respond coherently, so they only placed a hand on the back of Marie’s head and pushed her back onto the small mound, muffling her laughter against their skin.
One of Marie’s favorite things about Shiver was their voice. She was pretty sure that the moment that she fell in love with them was during the 3Mix performance when Shiver hit that amazing high note. For a minute, Marie had forgotten the world was in peril. If the Calamari Inkantation wasn’t basically engraved into her bloodstream she probably would’ve forgotten her lyrics to make more room for the memory. Before she knew it, she began looking forward to hearing Shiver’s voice when working in Alterna, even if it was only being used to bicker with the rest of Deep Cut. It only got better when they got closer and Marie could hear it speak about the things they loved. Then when she heard it apologize for kissing her, their previous swagger gone instantly.
None of those compared to hearing it like this, though.
Marie moved to the other breast, running a tongue around the nipple and listening to the whimper that fell to her ears like it was her favorite piece of music. It was a feeling she’d never let herself forget.
She moved up, covering Shiver’s neck in small kisses before placing a rough bite right where their neck curved into their jaw. They moaned, the sound devolving into a whimper halfway through. Marie was immediately aware of one of Shiver’s hands retreating from her shoulder. She looked down and saw it disappear into the octoling’s tight leggings.
Marie grinned. “What’s got you all worked up, fangster?”
“Mmmh…”
“Oh, poor baby,” Marie said in a sultry voice, her hand following the octoling’s.
Well, trying to follow it. The leggings were insanely tight. So tight, in fact, that Marie wanted to stop the whole ordeal to ask how in the hell they dealt with it all day.
“Hold on,” Marie said. “Shiver, wait.”
It took all of Shiver’s willpower to stop. Somehow they managed to, but not without falling forward into the crook of Marie’s neck and letting out an absolutely pitiful whine.
“Oh, don’t sound so sad,” Marie soothed, “the fun’ll last a little longer, now.” Marie petted the octoling softly, running a hand up and down their back. “Let’s get those leggings off of you before one of us tears them in half, yeah?”
With the right amount of maneuvering and shimmying, Shiver removed their tights and was left only in…
Shark-themed underwear.
Marie nearly broke into a fit of laughter, a quick chuckle escaping before she regained her composure. She went to comment on it, but was cut off immediately.
“Marie, if you don’t go back to what you were doing right now I’m going to kill you, I am so serious.” Shiver was already moving their hips back and forth desperately along Marie’s leg. The inkling grinned.
“Looks like you’ve got it covered already, sweetheart.”
“I don’t, Marie,” Shiver whined, their hips stuttering to a stop and their voice almost choking, “I don’t have it covered at all, please. Marie—“
“Cod, is this what I was acting like?” Marie teased, bringing her face close to Shiver’s chest again and resting against the soft, silky skin. She let her hand begin slipping down off of Shiver’s thigh. “That’s a little embarrassing.”
If Shiver was themself, they’d have a million ways to retort to the inkling’s comment. However, they had discarded their pride as soon as they began grinding on Marie’s leg, and if this had to end for its return, they did not want it back.
Marie kissed their chest again and Shiver’s claws dug into whatever surface was available, which was, in this case, Marie’s neck. The inkling groaned at the sting, cursing under her breath.
“It’s a miracle you haven’t torn me to shreds yet,” she commented. Shiver laughed, the sound mixing into a whimper as Marie began nibbling at their breast again. A few moments later, she released it.
“What is it that you wanted, Shiver?” she asked, raising her leg so that it was perfectly in between Shiver’s own. They pushed against it instantly.
“Touch me, please,” Shiver whined. Their hand shot down and snatched one of Marie’s from their thigh, pulling it lower, towards where they actually needed it. “Please.”
Shiver was shaking in Marie’s grasp, their crimson eye lidded and begging. Marie could feel their slick on her leg, beginning to drip down slowly. How many times had Shiver made her ask for it, again? She looked back up, a vengeful urge rising in her chest.
“I dunno, Shiv, I’m just not convinced. For someone as obsessed with theatrics as you, I would’ve thought you’d be more convincing—“
Shiver’s nails dug in again. Marie swore some of them broke skin. Her eyelids fluttered as she groaned.
Well, since they asked so nicely…
Marie moved a hand to Shiver’s naval, sliding down the skin until her fingers were hidden under the comedic underwear. Shiver curled forward, burying their face into Marie’s neck before she had even done anything. The inkling found this very amusing.
“You’re soaked, Shiver. Who did this to you?” Marie cooed, feigning sympathy.
The only response she received was Shiver pushing against her fingers and wrapping their arms around Marie, pulling her closer and making her breasts squish against the skin right below the octoling’s own.
“Relax, baby, I haven’t even done anything yet,” Marie said as she sank her fingers lower. Truthfully, as told by the increasing amount of green light in the room, the sight of Shiver grinding on her fingers was driving her back up the wall. She wondered if Shiver would notice the sudden lack of a second hand, if the situation called for it.
Marie rounded Shiver’s entrance with a finger, playing with the delicate skin while watching Shiver’s expression shift with every sensation. She sank one in, palm rubbing against their clit, and kissed the space between Shiver’s tits. She then took one in her mouth again, watching as Shiver’s head fell back, tentacles curled.
A clawed hand fell down and held Marie’s wrist as she worked, red digging into fair skin every time she pushed deep enough. Sweat made it hard for the claws to stay still, and eventually one slipped, scraping skin as it went and pulling a hiss out of Marie.
“Sorry,” Shiver managed to say quickly before another moan shook their body.
Marie accepted Shiver’s apology by pulling the finger out and plunging two in, pressing them against their walls. Shiver’s grip was renewed, a shaky moan slipping from their lips.
“Look at you,” Marie said, her voice almost a growl as Shiver’s other hand dug into her shoulder, “taking me so beautifully.” She prayed that she wouldn’t need to wear any revealing clothing anytime soon.
Shiver could take more, though, Marie knew that. She didn’t have claws, unfortunately, but despite that the inkling still dragged her nails down the octoling’s back, no doubt leaving a mark in return for all the ones they’d already left on Marie.
Shiver’s back arched and they cried out in pleasure. Another thing Marie loved about their voice was that they were not afraid to use it. They knew it was gorgeous, even when it was cracking with arousal and rapture. Marie was confident in her own voice, of course, but only on stage. Secretly, though, she loved being forced to moan; overwhelmed with so much pleasure and euphoria that the sounds just tumble out before she can overthink them like everything else.
That’s why she wanted to do the same to Shiver.
She pulled the two fingers out, both out of Shiver and their underwear, and made sure Shiver was looking before she placed them in her mouth, never breaking eye contact with the octoling. They looked like they were about to melt as Marie rose up, pulling them down to meet, and locked her lips with theirs, pushing her tongue swiftly past their lips to make sure they could have a taste as well. She didn’t bother breaking the kiss as she returned her hand to its previous position and slid three fingers inside the octoling.
Shiver moaned, open-mouthed and messy, forcing Marie to kiss off to the side of their lips, eventually falling back down to their neck and biting again, leaving another hickey to form for good measure. She then, while still thrusting her fingers fluidly in an out of the trembling octoling, latched onto their sensitive chest once more, pinching a nipple between her beak, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive them to insanity.
“Marie—!” Shiver keened, pulling the inkling into an embrace so close and so tight that it was almost hard to breathe. Marie didn’t dare falter for more than a second, immediately regaining her rhythm and continuing to thrust her fingers deeper and deeper inside Shiver, curling them divinely against the muscle inside. Who needs oxygen, anyway?
Suddenly, something snapped. Shiver’s whole body shook, claws once again, unfortunately for Marie’s back, digging into whatever they could find, searching desperately for anything to ground themself on. They were in heaven, surely. It could never get better than this.
“There you go.” Marie held them close to steady them, not once stopping, instead only increasing the speed ever so slightly and murmuring praise into Shiver’s chest. Once she was sure Shiver wasn’t going to somehow fall or disintegrate, she moved her free hand between her own legs, groaning between her lips at the contact.
Perhaps the sight of her own pleasure helped Shiver along, because soon Marie’s hand was soaked and Shiver‘s grip had relaxed, kissing her softly in between their heavy breaths as she whimpered. Cod, she was so close, so close—
Finally, Marie broke, an embarrassingly pitiful moan falling out of her as she climaxed. Once she fell back down from the high for a second time that night, she let herself lean back until she was lying down on the couch, Shiver on top of her once again, held close by Marie’s arm.
Shiver watched as Marie retrieved her hand from inside them and looked it over before wiping it on the towel beneath them. Their eye landed on Marie’s face, the green glow mixing with the sweat beading on her forehead. The inkling’s golden eyes finally met their own.
“Hey.”
“Hi.”
Shiver giggled and so did Marie. The octoling scooted forward and kissed the inkling, making up for earlier when they didn’t, tracing the shape of their face with a red claw.
“Got you back, didn’t I?” Marie said, her voice low and quiet.
“Yeah, but I got you first,” Shiver responded, letting their head fall onto Marie. They were lying chest to chest. It was a little painful for Shiver, so it wasn’t long before they slid to the side, off of Marie, and laid their head against Marie’s shoulder like a pillow, draping a hand over her stomach, playing connect the dots with her still-aglow markings. “You look so beautiful right now.”
“You gotta stop saying stuff like that,” Marie turned her gaze, the green blush growing again, “otherwise the glow’ll never wear off.”
“I don’t think it should,” Shiver said, tracing Marie’s freckles with a claw, “it suits you, Firefly.”
“Oh great, a new pet name to use against me.”
“You called me fangster.”
Marie snorted. “I’m working on it, okay?”
“Could just call me Shiv.”
“Everyone calls you Shiv.”
“Probably because it’s a good nickname.”
“I’m sick of you,” Marie said, shoving Shiver’s face away playfully. They only giggled impishly.
They fell into a comfortable silence for a few seconds. Marie had wrapped the arm Shiver was lying on around them, playing with their tentacles.
“So, do you feel any more relaxed?” Shiver asked.
“Want me to leave a review?”
“I’m serious,” Shiver said, raising their head slightly. Marie held her hand up in surrender.
“Yeah, I feel a lot better.” She ran a hand over her forehead, looking a little annoyed at the sweat.
Shiver snuggled closer, their face smug. “I’m glad I could help.”
Quiet again. Shiver yawned.
“We should probably take a shower, Shiv,” Marie mentioned idly. Shiver groaned and pushed themself closer. “Or,” Marie began, “we could sit here and discuss your choice of underwear—“
In a second, Shiver was up and heading towards the bathroom. Marie held back a laugh as she got up to follow.
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Shiver watched from the bed as Marie left the bathroom, both of them still nude. They had just had sex and showered together, so there really wasn’t much to hide. There was a still a faint glow on her skin, but it was significantly less intense than earlier, more like a nightlight now than the floodlight she was before.
She was folding a towel as she walked, heading towards a hamper in the corner of the room. “The room” being her bedroom. The walls were a lot more personal than the ones in the rest of the house, decorated with posters of bands and movies. Shelves held many miscellaneous things like pretty stones and other artifacts. Shiver recognized something they had last seen in the Alterna camp sitting on one of them. In the corner, resting against a wall, was a clean, smoothly-painted charger. It shined.
“Do you need anything before I lay down?” Marie asked. “A snack? Water? Clothes?”
“No, I’m good,” Shiver replied, “unless you want me to put clothes on.”
“How dare you assume I want you to put clothes on?” she asked, acting offended as she climbed into the bed, lying down and beckoning for Shiver to join her. With no hesitation, Shiver dove into her arms, snuggling as close as possible. Marie held them, pulling the covers up to each of their shoulders. In the darkness under the cloth, Marie’s bioluminescence was vivid.
“I still can’t believe you can glow.”
Marie huffed. “Sorry for not telling you sooner, I guess.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Shiver said, kissing the inkling, “it was your detail to share.” The octoling’s eyes fell to Marie’s heavily bruised neck. “Sorry about… that.”
“About wh— oh.” Marie felt along her neck with a finger, wincing at the slight ache. “Don’t worry about it. I just hope I’m not busy this week.”
“Good, I love the way they look on you.”
Marie lifted Shiver’s chin with a finger. The most prominent hickey on their neck was the one right below their jaw. “Thank cod for makeup, right?”
“Definitely.” Shiver’s smile fell. “Argh, Frye’s gonna give me so much shit about this.”
Marie chuckled.
Shiver was almost asleep, lulled by the warmth surrounding them, when they heard a phone buzz. Their phone buzz, to be exact. They ignored it. It buzzed again.
With a groan — and an entertained noise from Marie — Shiver rolled over dramatically, snatching their phone from the bedside table and opening the message. It was from Frye, the last of a huge line of texts, all of them sent around the same time.
hey you never responded you good?
hows the boss?
lmao is she dead or smth
hope shes not thatd make that message look terrible
anyway i remembered your fav color wasnt it blue? kinda obvious with the whole shark thing
im just gonna assume youre asleep. night shiv ill text you tmrw
Shiver smiled at the texts then glanced over at Marie. She was already dozing off, her soft green glow permeating the dark room. Shiver began typing.
actually, it’s green