The view from Glire's balcony was not stunning. Most of the time, yes, she could see for miles. But right now, Rainside was blanketed in a thick layer of fog, thick enough that, looking out from the railing, you couldn't even see the ground. Nothing could be seen but omnidirectionally-lit white, except for the balcony itself.

This was the view that the two figures on that balcony saw as they talked. On the left, Glire herself, dressed in a periwinkle sweater, pleated skirt and navy leggings, but no coat -- it wasn't that cold, surprisingly, maybe only ten celcius. To her right, Cayen, in a leather jacket and red jeans. Both were leaning on the railing; being short, Cayen had decided to bend over and rest her chin on her arms, while Glire simply had her hands resting on it.

"Nah, like, when I'm sucking cock, I like to really put on a show, you know?" Cayen was saying. "I like to make eye contact, open my mouth, let them see what my tongue's doing -- y'know, really /perform/. I love that moment when I find that one little thing that makes their eyes roll back, and then I know I got 'em."

Glire giggled. Normally she would blush profusely, hearing a statement like this in as public a place as her balcony; but with the complete lack of visuals, and the quietness of the sound-dampening fog, it was like they were in a bubble of privacy, and it was more comfortable to talk openly. "I'm well aware of the way you, ah, perform. I guess I just don't do that. I'm too focused on doing a good job, 'cause I'm a service-minded bunny and all. Not that you don't do a good job, of course, but I get fixated on what my mouth is doing and how I can apply that to my partner's bits, and things like that."

"Well, you always seemed to be more of a... hmm." Cayen looked up into the fog, as opposed to out into it like she had been doing, as she thought. "Like, you're not flashy. You're efficient."

"I suppose that's true. It just seems neater to spend my energy doing what's asked of me, as opposed to trying to get fancy, and losing track of what I'm doing in the first place." Glire took her hands off the railing and rubbed them together.

Cayen glanced over at the movement -- it was the only movement she could see, in the fog. "Your hands cold?"

"A little bit, just because of the metal. They'll warm up soon." 

"Well, I'm overheating in this thing, so, come stick 'em up my shirt."

Glire blushed. "Really?" But she also moved to stand behind Cayen.

"Uh-huh."

Glire's hands touched Cayen's hips, and then slowly slid upward; as they brushed against Cayen's fur, she squirmed. "Yee-heehee~" she said, grin-wincing, straightening and leaning back into Glire as the bunny wrapped her arms around Cayen's belly.

"You /are/ warm," Glire said, her palms resting flat against Cayen's stomach, sliding across to pull her close.

"Yeah, this jacket's more of a winter thing, I think."

The bunny's fingertips just barely touched Cayen's opposite side, and she used the position to gently brush up and down, just enough to part the fur. Cayen started softly laughing, hunching her shoulders, head tilting back, fluffy tail whapping against Glire's thigh. "Gliiire~" Cayen whined. "That tihihickles~!"

Glire nuzzled her chin into Cayen's copper hair, between her ears. "I'm sorry, your body is just so /sensitive/ to it."

"I know, that's why I'm lauging!"

"Would you like me to stop, then?"

"Nah, it feels good. Just don't wreck me."

"'kay."

Glire slowed her movements down to the point where Cayen was squirming, but not laughing, feeling her muscles tense and her torso move this way and that, just barely, after Glire did something particularly stimulating. "What's it like? Getting tickled, I mean. For you."

"Mm, mmhmmhmm... It's nice. It's like... I see sensations as colours, right. I told you about the pain spectrum and stuff."

"Yes."

"Tickling is... it's this super bright yellow that just outshi--" She interrupts herself to jerk away from a touch that happened to tickle more than the others. "--that outshines everything. And, I dunno. It's a sunbeam. It feels really good, but in a way I can't keep still for."

"That's interesting. And that's... sexual, to you?"

"Would you believe no? Not... inherently, I mean. Like, it's pleasure, but when it's intense, it's just tickling until it stops. Then /after/ it's like, oh god, there go my pants. I dunno. I think my body has the time to catch up to it when it's intense."

"Huh, fascinating." Glire leaned over and nuzzled into one of Cayen's ears, nudging the little dot on her ear that held her barbell on. "And what about when it's not intense, like this?"

"Yeah, uhm... my brain doesn't have to catch up to it. It just skips straight to 'there go my pants.'"

"You're still wearing your pants."

"I'm not wearing pants on the inside."

Glire dug her fingers into Cayen's side for that, and the cat squeaked, her hands going to her sides to pin Glire's fingers under the jacket. "Aaah, staaahp!"

Glire relented, and Cayen let up on the pressure, and Glire went back to the light touches. Cayen let out a little whimper, her forearms moving to rest on the railing again. "So that just turned you on?"

Cayen laughed, but it wasn't from the tickling. "You've been turning me on the whole time your hands have been up my shirt."

"Oh. ...Ohh." Glire giggled, a little self-consciously. "I guess I must have been."

They quieted for a moment, Cayen's tail gently waving and brushing up against Glire's leg. "So when you said you wanted your hands up my shirt..." Glire began, slowly.

"Mmhmm~?" Cayen replied.

"...You knew this was going to happen, didn't you."

Cayen turned to look back -- easier for her than most, because of her flexible spine -- and grinned. "I'm sorry, my body is just so /sensitive/ to it." She wiggled -- deliberately, this time -- against Glire's front. "It goes with the territory of touching me, really, since you basically can't without tickling me unless you're really pressing in."

"I see."

"Also, in case you're wondering -- yes, my tits are also in the shirt, and I hoped you'd play with them." She slipped her tone into Protagonist Warning Voice. "But don't worry, Glire, there's still time. You can still touch the boob of destiny."

Glire let out a scoff, and her hands moved up, pushing up the hem of the jacket and the shirt as she went. She didn't, as she expected, meet the fabric of Cayen's bra, just more fur with flesh swelling outward, and her hands cupped around Cayen's breasts, slowly squeezing and kneading, the already-stiff nipples pressing against her palm. Cayen stretched her arms out, wiggling her own fingers, purring. "The reason -- well, one of the reasons -- I didn't do this was because I didn't want to hike up your shirt and make you cold," Glire said.

"That and 'cause you would /never/ fondle someone without their express consent, but you're shy, so you wait for them to give you a sign it's okay."

"Those are the other reasons."

"Also, do I feel cold?"

"No."

"Then don't worry about it. I'm a furnace."

"It probably doesn't hurt that I'm doing this."

"Nope. In fact, it feels really good that you're doing that."

Glire found Cayen's nipples and gave them a firm tug for that, while nipping the tip of her ear for good measure. Cayen gasped, and gripped onto the railing, and closed her eyes.

"Does it feel really good that I'm doing /this/?"

"Uh-huh."

"Mmm. If it's alright with you, then, I'll keep doing it."

"Uh-huh."

Glire's fingers squeezed as they tugged, relaxed as they let go, and over time, Cayen doubled over until she was leaning up against the railing again, resting her head against her arms, moaning. Glire, from her front-row view of this, was struck by how beautiful Cayen was to her in that moment: submissive, not in the sense of 'yes master', but in the sense of allowing Glire to touch her without reservation, and calmed by it, as even her tail stopped flicking back and forth. Her ears were folded back, and Glire couldn't see them, but she guessed Cayen's eyes were closed.

Glire shifted a little, and one hand left Cayen's breast, moving back down her stomach, which tensed as it passed. "Nnhnn, where are you going?"

"I think my hands aren't quite warm enough yet. Can you think of anywhere warmer I can put them?" Her fingertips played with the band of Cayen's jeans.

"Hh, fuck." Cayen stuck her butt out and wiggled it against Glire. "I bet my clit's pretty hot right now."

"Mm, is it?" Glire's hand slid into Cayen's jeans, then into her panties, just barely brushing along Cayen's mons. "Should I ch--" But her come-on was cut short as Cayen started giggling. "--Are you kidding me? You're ticklish /here/?" 

"Yeah-ah," Cayen mumbled aginst her arms. "Nnfuck, ah, ahahah..."

"God, you're just one big sensitive little ball of tickles, aren't you?" She said, fingers curling and uncurling along Cayen's mons, running her fingertips through the coarse, auburn fur there.

"Nn, hnnhnnhnn, Glire, god, that's such a fucking /tease/--!"

"Oh, my apologies. Where should I put my fingers then?"

"On my clit!"

That came out louder than Cayen intended, and she clammed up immediately afterward. "You know, all this fog will dampen the noise a little, but it's almost like you /want/ people to hear you," Glire teased.

"Mnghf, Nooo..." Cayen shook her head.

"No? Then shhh. I'm sure the fog can handle some small, quiet noises, but don't cry out, or someone might hear."

Cayen whimpered as Glire's fingers finally slid down to her vulva, and met slick, hot skin between lips covered in sparse, coarse fur, soft except for her stiff clit. Glire's fingers got theirselves nice and wet on Cayen's fluids, and then found Cayen's clitoral hood to rub it up and down. "How am I doing?" Glire asked.

"Uh-huh," Cayen replied. "Just... fuck, /faster/."

"Yeah?" Glire's fingers sped up their rubbing. "Impatient, are we?"

"A-ah, ah, fuck... your fucking hands felt so good and my tits are-- ee!" Cayen stiffened, as Glire started to tug on her nipple again. "Nn, yeah, fuck--"

"Mm, what's that about your tits? Does it feel good when I do this to them?"

"Mnngh, fuck, harder, please--"

"Goodness, you /must/ be impatient." Her fingers started to press in, and she felt Cayen's clitoral hood tug back and forth with each movement of her fingers; her other hand pinched Cayen's nipple firmly as she tugged as far out as she could from inside the jacket. "And you're nice and warm, just like you said."

"Gliiiire--"

"Mmhmm? Use your words~"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-- don't stop--"

"I don't plan to until you come for me."

Cayen couldn't make herself relax into it, as much as she tried; Glire could feel her tensing as her pleasure built rapidly on itself, too fast to control. She rested her forehead on her forearm and held her hand over her mouth, muffling her moans, which were quickly running together, getting higher-pitched. 

"That's it, let it happen," Glire murmured, and Cayen let out a strangled cry and came, her hips twitching and bucking.

Everything else melted away in Glire's view; thre was just Cayen's softness, and her muffled, intense moans, and Glire's practiced motions, familiar with the orgasm happening underneath her fingers. She let her rubbing slow before Cayen overstimulated, then stopped completely, cupping Cayen's vulva with her whole hand.

Cayen panted as she caught her breath, staring down at the floor of the balcony. "...Holy /fuck/," she said.

"It was that good, was it."

"We-- we're on your fucking balcony in broad fucking daylight in a fucking fog bank and you just tickled me and frigged me off with your god damn fucking /infuriatingly/ innocent teasing. /Yes/, it was that good."

Glire giggled. "Would you like another one?"

"Hh, /god/. No, I'm good." Glire withdrew her hand at this, and started to slide the other down from Cayen's breast. "--No, but, like, keep holding onto me."

"Okay." 

Glire's arms re-wrapped around Cayen's stomach, and Cayen began purring, leaning up against the taller bunny's chest. "...You know, I think you were wrong, before."

"Oh?"

"You said you don't put on a performance. You /definitely/ put on a performance. It's just... like, it's not, like, intensified like mine is."

"Is it a performance if I just... say what I feel?"

"I dunno. Are you saying it for me?"

"I think I say it because I have to say it." Glire gave Cayen a squeeze. "'Cause I love you that much in that moment."

Cayen turned and looked wide-eyed at her.

"Glire!"

"What?"

"Th-- you never said that before!"

"...What?"

"'I love you'! You've never said that to me!"

Glire double-taked. "--Yes I have!"

"When?"

"I've-- I'm sure I've said it at least once!"

"No, you goofball, I'd have noticed!"

"Well, I've thought it lots of times."

"So have I, I just -- I didn't know if that was okay, like, if you'd feel like that was too romantic or something."

"I-- I thought that's how /you/ felt."

Cayen squirmed around in Glire's arms until they were face-to-face. "Well, I love you too! ...A lot."

She stared at Glire with a sudden, visible surge of emotion, and then pulled her down into a kiss, passionate and intense, for several long moments. Glire's arms squeezed Cayen tight, and Cayen held Glire's head in a tight embrace, and when they pulled back, there were tears threatening to spill out from Cayen's eyes.

"So... does this make us girlfriends now? Girlfriend and enbyfriend? Something?" Cayen asked, untangling an arm from the clutch to wipe her eyes on the back of her hand.

"I dunno. Do you want us to be that?"

Cayen looked away. "I don't want it to be different. I-- We're not-- like, I want to be able to hang out with you and play around and not make a big thing out of it like we've been doing. This is... I don't want us to stop being, like, friends, so we can be something else."

"Well, we don't have to stop being friends. This is-- this is a good thing we have, and I don't want to be something else. I dunno if there's a word for it. We're just... friends who love each other a lot, just like we're friends who sleep with each other, or tie each other up, or finger each other on a foggy balcony when nobody can see us."

"Hey, I haven't done that yet."

"Well, you'll have to wait, the fog's clearing up."

Cayen looked behind her; sure enough, the sun was burning off the fog, and the ground, and parts of the tree canopy, were visible again.

"Oh fuck off!" She turned back. "I was looking forward to blowing you out here."

Glire blushed, but giggled. "Well, to make it up to you, I'll let you put me wherever you want in my condo and you can do it there."

"Ugh, /fine/. But I owe you a fog-obscured balcony blowjob at some point." She started squirming out of Glire's grip, and Glire let her, and she took Glire's hand. "C'mon. I'm sitting you down in the nearest chair and sucking your cock."

"O-okay," Glire said, and let Cayen haul open the sliding door and drag her inside, shutting the door with a bassy whump.