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Kiri tries it out for the first time, seeing the way Sa'nu makes Varang flinch. That's not a bad thing, exactly--Varang's beautiful when she’s spitting and snarling, even more so when she whispers Sa’nu through bloodied lips as her legs shake from countless orgasms.
It's fun. but it's also a lot of work, and Kiri doesn't entirely enjoy being made an echo of the Great Mother. She and Varang have that same problem, she thinks ruefully, watching her not-quite-lover hiss and spit amidst a web of glowing vines.
Kiri tucks a loose strand of hair behind Varang's ear, ignoring Varang's almost perfunctory attempts to bite her fingers off. "How does 'Sempu' sound, instead?"
Varang stiffens at that, eyes wide, knees pressing together even as her body tries to propel itself back through the vines. Kiri hums soothingly, tracing slow circles over her temple. She can see the story in fragments: a sister bloodied, a father with slowly wandering eyes, hunger and fear of a very different shape than what she feels for Eywa.
"It's okay," Kiri soothes. "I can take care of you, real care. I won't fail you the way your first sempu did."
"I will gut you the same way I did him," Varang growls. Defiant, even as Kiri sees the neurons sparking in her mind, the association already forming.
"And I will love you anyway," Kiri murmurs. She drops to her knees, pressing a kiss on Varang's brow, savoring her shudder. "Just as a Sempu should."