Water Sports

Délise nearly purred, once her tail found what she was looking for. Alien he might be, but he had all the right things to keep her very happy. She let him run his hands along her wings and tail. Her tail especially was quite sensitive, nearly making jump when he grabbed the base of it. She shifted a little closer to him.

“No pain. Rather, it feels quite pleasant,” she could feel his breath against her neck, and she shivered. Délise wasn't sure just how much Orion knew about this sort of 'ritual', but she very much anticipated giving him a long first lesson.

Once Orion was on the bed, Délise pressed her back against him. She leaned back, wrapping her arms around his neck and closing the gap between them once he moved his arms. To tempt his elsewhere, she started to expose more of her sleek carapace. It cupped her chest, expanding underneath and spilling out of her bikini top.

“How is that?” Délise's voice dropped low and airy. She bent her head back and nearly teased Orion's neck with her lips when she heard something below them. Footsteps. Climbing. Up the ladder.

“Délise? Orion?” Fleur was calling out to them at the base of the ship, not hesitating to start up her climb.

Not now... Délise growled, unable to help keep herself quiet. “Oh no. She shouldn't see me like this,” Délise didn't want to explain why. She couldn't change back fast enough, but at least she could push away from Orion and act casual.

While Orion charged towards the hatch, where Délise presumed he was stalling Fleur, she concentrated on pulling back in her demonic aspects. The carapace faded first, then her horns. Her wings were last, slowly withering into stubs before pulling back into Délise's skin. It didn't hurt, but it felt weird and stuffy. Kind of like wearing a tight corset without the crushing sensation.

Fleur was half-way up the ladder when she noticed Orion's face. He sent her a look of surprise, or maybe apprehension, before he faded for a moment and returned. Fleur smiled at him, a little awkwardly, when he poked his head straight out of the hatch.

“Join in? So she's in there, is she...” Fleur narrowed her eyes, but ultimately she nodded and let herself up the ladder. Once she was in, Fleur looked around to find her sister. There Délise was, sitting on the bed and leaning against the wall like nothing scandalous happened. Fleur hardly believed it.

“I was just showing Orion some of my other powers. He showed me around in his ship,” Délise grinned, playfully kicking her feet about as they dangled over the bed.

Yeah, I bet you were. Fleur swayed her hair side to side, letting it untangle a little before she grabbed the whole lot of it and squeezed it together. She bound her hair back into her more characteristic ponytail.

“So, this was like, a space ship before?” Fleur looked around. She didn't have a clue what any of this stuff was on the floor or partially connected to the walls. The only thing that seemed active was the glove mounted onto the ship, examining them all. It was a little creepy, but at least it wasn't Orion's actual arm. He had a real one hiding underneath the gadget.

“Boneseses?” Fleur paused a moment. Oh, he meant her bones. “Um, like with an x-ray?” She giggled. She doubted he was crazy enough to ask for a biopsy. Fleur was pretty fearless, but getting cut open wasn't high on her bucket list.

“She's quite the tease,” Fleur commented, peering back at her innocent-present sister. At least is sounded like Délise hadn't done anything too ridiculous. Though Fleur certainly doubted she could chaperone he 'younger' twin all over the place around Orion.

Even x-rays weren't necessarily safe. More often than not they weren't, but Orion at least didn't seem to be interested in cutting Fleur to bits. That was a decent start. She stared at the diagrams on each of the instruments, all of them quite illegible and nonsensical to her. This guy was definitely from far out.

“Yes, please,” Orion didn't sound entirely like he was making a joke. In fact, Fleur feared he wasn't. He was happy enough to consider her safety, and it eased her worries a little bit. She stood in place, keeping her hands at her sides and putting on a small, ironic smile while she waited for the machine to activate.

Délise, meanwhile, patted the bed out and adjusted her top, displaced a little by the carapace forming under it. Honestly, she couldn't help but feel jealous when Orion all of a sudden fawned over Fleur's skeleton. It's not Délise's fault her powers weren't so obvious...

However, she did have a plan. She just needed a bit of sand from her feet and from the ground, and the hair she kept from Fleur's head. It was still fresh with a bit of her sister's essence. The sandman was about to pay Fleur an early visit.

Délise placed the hair and sand into the same palm, closing it and scrunching the sand and hair against each other. The small rocks in the sand would grind up her hair until it essentially disintegrated, and Délise activated her spell.

Fleur yawned heavily. Must have been the sun tiring her... she really could use a nap. “Uh...” Fleur rubbed her eyes. “I don't I slept so well last night.” She struggled to keep her eyes open, looking to Orion's bed. It looked so comfortable.

“Do you mind if I just...lay down...for a minute...” Fleur asked Orion, slowly stumbling to his bed. Délise sat up from it, gracefully inviting her sister to lie down with a knowing smirk. Fleur was out the moment she hit the mattress.