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Prompt: Clair Obscur: Expedition 33, Clea/painted!Clea, territory already mapped
It’s not much fun, truth be told; Maman’s version of her too insipid, too dull to react with anything more than mild confusion when Clea kisses her, and certainly all of that will have to change before she leaves this cursed canvas for what she fervently hopes will be the last time.
But for now – it’s been too long since anyone’s touched her with anything resembling softness, resembling love, and there is one thing to be said about this pretty little copy, her features just a bit softer, a bit blurred, a bit closer to the beauty that Alicia had possessed, not so long ago: once she’s persuaded that this is, indeed, what she ought to be doing, her fingers are just as clever as Clea’s own, her touch exactly as assured, as knowing, hitting all the right places in all the most perfect ways.
So is her tongue, for that matter; soon, Clea thinks hazily, coming down from yet another orgasm, soon enough, she’ll go – but not quite yet.