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This one is for xexnon! Featuring Iris and Sage, two of the characters from xex’s Black Diamond Billions SCP canon.
Using Lauren the Corgi’s Promptober list, which I am now several days behind on. My brain declared it was time for a break.
CWs for FLUFF
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Before Iris’s door has even swung shut behind them, Sage crosses the room and drops into the asininely expensive, perfectly overstuffed, butter-soft Italian leather sofa with a sigh that lowers their shoulders by several degrees. Iris’s penthouse wraps cozily around them, all the wealth and comfort of it as good as a banner saying ‘SAFE.’ The excesses of luxury Iris unthinkingly swaddles herself in are so alien to that it can be unmooring. But on a day like this, battered and bone-tired, Sage can appreciate it to the bone.
Iris follows them across the room, coming to their side as if gravitationally pulled. “You’re okay?” Her eyes roam over Sage almost desperately. Afraid she might be missing some injury, and just generally missing them.
“Yep. All buttoned up. I need a bath.” Sage lets their head fall against the sofa’s overstuffed back. Hm. They could fall asleep here, probably. Might beat taking a bath.
“You do smell like a back alley,” Iris agrees, but it doesn’t stop her from sitting down beside them. Or from lifting Sage’s legs to put their feet in her lap. Through their lashes, Sage watches her undo their boots and drop them to the floor.
They aren’t expecting her strong thumbs to dig into the sole of one foot and start rubbing circles into the exhausted muscles. Her usually dour expression lights up at the groan of unshielded bliss it pulls from them.
“Oh your hands are so strong,” Sage moans, sagging back into the cushions in a puddle as she keeps at it. She’s damn cute, Sage has to admit, with that look of delight on her face. As unguarded as a little kid getting an ice cream cone. It’s astonishingly appealing on one of the most powerful people in the world.
After a bit, Sage lifts a well-kneaded foot, using their toes to turn Iris’s chin toward them. “Where’d you learn to do this?”
Iris rubs her cheek against it shameless as a cat, and turns her attentions to the other. “It’s just what I like when the masseuse works on me.” She shoots a sly, pleased little smirk out of the corner of her eye.
“Cute but wicked,” Sage comments.
Iris catches their ankle and opens her mouth wide, flashing her fangs before she gives a taunting little nip to Sage’s instep.
Sage shoves that foot against her shoulder, pushing her into the cushions. “Do the other one,” they demand greedily.
Iris laughs and complies.
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