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The darkness of their bedroom was just beginning to lighten with the dawn when Aloy stirred. The first thing she registered was warm breath against her cheek, and the second was the bare arm draped over her hips, holding her close.
Not for the first time, Aloy thought about how lucky she was to wake up in Seyka's arms every morning.
She delicately rolled until she was facing Seyka, and the sight that greeted her made her heart throb in her chest.
Seyka was laying on her belly, face half-hidden in her pillow, her dark hair spread in a wild tangle over her eyes, breathing deep and even through her parted lips. She had gone to sleep without putting her shirt back on the night before, graciously allowing Aloy to steal it, to fully ensconce herself in a cocoon of Seyka. Her blanket had fallen to her waist with Aloy's shifting, and so the broad expanse of her back was exposed to the early morning air.
Even laying in bed, her face smushed into the pillow, her hair loose and messy and in her face, she was still the most beautiful woman in the world. Aloy dragged her fingertips down Seyka's exposed back—slowly, reverently—as if she was trying to memorize the map of her spine, the stories written into her skin through her scars.
Aloy pressed herself closer to the other woman, basking in the warmth of her skin. Her hand dipped southward, running along the dip of Seyka's lower back, fingers fluttering over the curve of her ass beneath the blanket, exploring the toned expanse of a thigh before moving back up, retracing her steps. She felt along the subtle curve of each rib, could feel the steady rush of her pulse at the soft spot below her jaw.
She traced along the marks left behind from the previous night—the raised pink lines that scratched down Seyka's shoulder blades, the purple shadow of Aloy's own teeth at the spot where her shoulder met her throat, the half-moon crescents along her bicep where Aloy had gripped her a bit too tightly as she broke apart around skilled fingers. She shivered at the memory.
The arm still draped over Aloy flexed at the touch, pulling her even closer to Seyka's side as she stirred, mumbling Aloy's name in a sleep-soaked tone. Her thumb stroked along the point of Aloy's hip, nothing more than an idle pet, a mindless touch first thing in the morning, but Aloy's stomach tightened beneath the gentle brush.
"G'morning," Seyka rasped lowly without opening her eyes, voice still rough with sleep.
Aloy moved to run her fingers through Seyka's dark tresses, nails scraping against her scalp, her hair spilling through her fingers in a cascade of midnight black as she pushed it out of her face. Seyka's eyes finally fluttered open, soft and molten, and Aloy couldn't help the uselessly lovestruck smile that bloomed on her own lips.
"Good morning, beautiful," Aloy replied.
A thrill swept through her at the red flush that slowly crept into Seyka's cheeks. It wasn't every day that she managed to bring a blush to Seyka's cheeks, so she smugly savored the moment. She leaned in close and pressed a noisy kiss to the reddened skin. Seyka grumbled grouchily beneath her breath, but tightened the lazy arm about Aloy's waist to keep her close, hiding her face against her shoulder. She trembled as Seyka's breath tickled the sensitive skin of her throat, then again at the open-mouthed kiss that was pressed there next.
"How early is it?" Seyka asked, sounding a bit more awake now.
Aloy glanced toward the window, where the first tentative gold of dawn slowly crept from between the parted curtains, reaching toward the foot of their bed like gentle searching fingers. They would be within its grasp soon, but for now they would be ensconced within the cool shadows for a bit longer.
"Earlier than you would like," was Aloy's answer, fully aware that Seyka preferred to sleep well past daybreak. She stroked her hand through Seyka's hair again. "Do you want to go back to sleep? I'll stay with you."
She could feel as Seyka hummed in thought against her neck. "Tempting, but…no, I want to stay awake. I want to just lay here with you."
Seyka shifted, rolling until she was laying on her back and could look up at Aloy as she hovered over her. Aloy caught her gaze and felt a surge of longing flash through her. Seyka stared adoringly up at her, those mesmerizing eyes deep and inviting. She wanted nothing more than to sink within that gaze, glowing like amber trapped in light, with the beginning of crow's feet at the corners of her eyelids and a long-healed broken nose dusted with the faintest of freckles. With a forehead just starting to show worry lines; that scar between her eyebrows; full lips and a crooked smile; tanned and tawny skin and a shock of black hair—the most stunning woman in the world in Aloy's eyes. The look of contentment, of peace on her face could nearly bring Aloy to tears.
Aloy cupped Seyka's jaw, gently stroked her thumb over the newly developed wrinkles beside her mouth, the result of years of laughter and smiles and joy. She hoped to be there for many more, to be the cause of even more smiling and laughter, to watch those wrinkles deepen. There would be no greater privilege, Aloy thought, than to love Seyka forever, than to be loved just as much in return.
"What are you thinking about?" Seyka murmured, voice soft, but still bringing Aloy back to the present.
A small grin quirked up the corner of Aloy's mouth. "You," she said simply, let Seyka think whatever she wanted about that.
"Admiring the view, are you?" Seyka huffed out a laugh, her eyes bright as they met Aloy's. They seemed almost golden in the early morning light, smiling under lowered lashes, and she had to resist the urge to trace the crinkles in the corners, or nip at those smirking lips. The ass.
"Am I not allowed to look at you, now?" A quirk of her brow, an unspoken challenge.
Seyka's smirk widened at that until it resembled a full-blown grin. "You can—but I'd much rather you come down here and get a closer look."
When Seyka pulled her down into a kiss, it was a slow thing, almost lazy, like the morning light slowly creeping through their window. Aloy sighed as Seyka slipped a hand beneath the soft fabric of her shirt to cup her breast, her palm impossibly warm. Arousal rolled up her spine at the touch, hot and slow. She smelled like sweat and sex, like the freshly baked bread they had with dinner the night before, tasted like spice and heat and need.
Aloy greedily ran her hand up Seyka's bare flank, pressed herself in close, the lines and angles of their bodies fitting against each other like the pieces of a puzzle slotted together, and it felt like home to Aloy. She moaned softly as the kiss became more insistent, as she ran her tongue along the point of Seyka's incisor, as she felt Seyka bite down and pull on her lip, her thumb tracing lazy circles around Aloy's nipple.
Aloy wanted to curl further into Seyka's embrace, as if they weren't already pressed together, chest to chest and legs intertwined. Something within her yearned for the other woman with every fiber of her being, reaching to intertwine their souls. Seyka had always been magnetic, like the undeniable gravity of the sun, and Aloy was a solitary particle of stardust, forever orbiting her. She could never get enough of her, would lap from the well of Seyka's love until she drowned, would follow her to the ends of the earth if she was only allowed.
She pushed at Seyka's shoulder until she was lying flat on her back again, and followed the motion until she was straddled across her hips. Seyka blinked a few times, chasing her mouth when she backed off, as Aloy sat up to take in the view of the woman stretched out below her.
And what a view it was.
The sun was finally upon them now and its light set Seyka's skin aglow, a living ember, bright against the cool backdrop of the bedsheets. She appeared as if she were spun from light itself, a temporary, beautiful illusion in the early morning light. Her hair was caught in the light, highlighting the myriad of dark-hued browns that streaked through it, turning the strands into burnished amber. And then her eyes: Seyka's pupils were blown so wide with want and desire that her irises looked like thin golden rings in the sunlight. Aloy wanted to drown in that feeling—the feeling of being wanted.
Aloy ran her hands down the expanse of Seyka's chest, pinching her nipples between her fingers, swiping a thumb over the curve of a breast, digging her nails into the firm muscles of her stomach. Seyka's hands were far from idle in return, as they slid up Aloy's thighs and disappeared beneath the hem of her shirt, tracing shapes along her sides and the crease where her thigh met her pelvis. Seyka's fingers tightened against her ass, fingernails biting into flesh, and she pulled Aloy down to press more firmly against her stomach, painting a stripe of sticky arousal across her skin.
"Aloy."
Her name, said with a rough and broken voice, had Aloy jerking her hips again, heat curling suddenly and rapidly in her gut at the drag of her clit over a ridge of muscle.
"You look so gorgeous lying there like that," Aloy murmured breathlessly.
And it was true. A pretty flush had settled high on Seyka's cheeks and along her collarbones, coloring the skin beneath Aloy's palms. Her chest heaved with her breaths, her eyes completely dark now, and her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. Aloy watched her swallow, briefly thinking about the way she could sink her teeth into her throat as it bobbed.
Seyka tugged at the hem of the shirt that Aloy still wore. "I'll show you 'gorgeous'—off, take this thing off," she demanded in a voice so gravelly that the sound of it rolled down Aloy's spine, setting her nerves alight.
Aloy didn't need any more prompting—she whipped the shirt over her head faster than either of them could blink and tossed it out of sight, already forgotten. The warmth of the sunlight against her back paled in comparison to the heat emanating from Seyka as she urged Aloy into another slow grind, her hands coming up to cup Aloy's breasts. Seyka hummed appreciatively, the sound emanating from low in her throat, her burning gaze locked on the slide and press of Aloy's cunt over her belly.
She couldn't stand the distance between them any longer. Aloy abandoned her straddling position and stretched overtop Seyka instead, sighing as their breasts and stomachs met. As always, their bodies were a perfect fit, sculpted by fate as two halves of a single whole. Pressed to her like this, Aloy could feel the way each muscle tensed and shifted beneath Seyka's skin as she brought their mouths together again into a kiss.
It was the kind of kiss that made time slow to a stop. Where nothing else seemed to move but their mouths, the wet slide of lips and tongues, where nothing else existed outside of the warmth between them.
Time snapped back into place as Seyka's hand found its way between their bodies, and ended up between Aloy's legs where she was still spread messily over Seyka's hips.
Nimble fingers passed over her clit, aching and sensitive, and swiped teasingly through the wetness gathered there. Aloy parted easily around her fingers, two of them sliding into her all the way to the knuckles in one smooth push, a low gasp falling from her lips at the sudden sensation. Seyka gave a few shallow thrusts, to tease more than satisfy, the movement of her fingers audible.
She pulled away far too soon for Aloy's taste, leaving her empty, bereft, a chill washing over her in their absence. Aloy could do nothing to stop the shaky jerk of her hips as she chased after Seyka's fingers, disappointment and desire clashing within her as she was left empty and wanting so soon.
"Seyka," Aloy groaned pointedly against Seyka's lips. "What are you doing?" She dipped her head down to nip at the hollow of Seyka's throat, drank in the sound of the startled gasp that tore itself from Seyka's mouth. Aloy then swooped back in for another insistent kiss, wiping away her smug grin before it ever truly finished curving the corners of her lips.
Seyka's fingers reappeared, tracing along the inside of one of Aloy's trembling thighs, leaving behind a cooling trail of her own arousal as they made their way back to her cunt. Seyka pressed her fingers on either side of Aloy's folds, spreading her open further, a third finger slowly exploring as if she wasn't already intimately aware of every last thing that made Aloy's blood pump faster, how to leave her panting, or trembling, or crying out in pleasure.
"Love how wet you get for me," Seyka murmured, her mouth somehow even more distracting than her fingers as her lips wandered along the line of Aloy's jaw, and then sucked a mark into the skin just below her ear. "I want you up here, on my face."
Those words sent a jolt of heated electricity through Aloy's body, as if she had accidentally stumbled into one of her shock tripwires, sparking along each nerve ending. Aloy wordlessly nodded—she didn't think she could find her voice even if she tried, her mouth gone dry and limbs buzzing with anticipation. From the glint in Seyka's eyes, she knew exactly what was going through Aloy's mind.
"You want that too, don't you?" Seyka said lowly.
She slowly pressed back into her, now with three fingers, as Aloy bobbed her head into another nod. All of Aloy's breath escaped her lungs with every inch that those fingers pushed into her, before they disappeared again. She made a protesting sound in the back of her throat, a noise that fell somewhere in between a grunt and a whine, her forehead falling to press against Seyka's jaw. Seyka gave her thigh a light pinch with wet fingers, her other hand tilting Aloy's chin to make their eyes connect once more.
"I need you to say it, Aloy. Tell me what you want," Seyka demanded, her eyes flashing.
"I want—" Aloy's voice cracked, broke over her own words as she struggled to string a sentence together in her lust-addled mind. It was so hard to think when her nose was filled with Seyka's scent, with every inch of their bodies pressed together, with those smart fingers slowly petting over her folds. "I want you, I want—I want to ride your face until you can't even breathe anymore."
Seyka was startled into a short laugh. "We can make that happen. Come on then, love," she prompted, and Aloy whined at that. Love. It sounded so good rolling off of Seyka's tongue.
Her hands seemed to be everywhere at once as she helped Aloy shuffle up her body, until finally, she was propped up on her knees, hovering over Seyka's smile. The way Seyka looked at her now—chin tilted, lashes low, lips parted in that smile Aloy loved to see so much—it was almost too much to bear.
It was Seyka who pulled Aloy's hips down to meet her tongue, until the wet heat of her pressed against her mouth.
Aloy exhaled sharply.
Seyka groaned.
"You're eager," Aloy laughed breathlessly.
"For you? Always," Seyka flirted, tonguing at the crease of her leg.
Aloy snorted indelicately. "Flatterer."
Seyka turned her head and sank her teeth into the meat of Aloy's thigh just to hear her gasp again before she returned to her folds. A tongue flicked upward as Aloy let her hips settle, grinding forward a bit to find her rhythm. Her clit throbbed with every pass of that tongue, her nerves lighting up from the inside out. Aloy's mind went blank—there would be no more coy banter for a while.
Seyka moaned again from between her legs, the breath she took through her nose audible from all the way up where Aloy was perched, a second moan rattling against Aloy's clit shortly after. A groan of her own spilled from Aloy's lips. Her trembling thighs tightened around Seyka's ears, embarrassingly wet already just from this, but it was so hard to care when Seyka's fingers dug into her thighs to hold her steady in an impressive show of strength, in only the way that she could.
Aloy rolled her hips in a slow circle, grinding down against Seyka's mouth, and Seyka just took it. Her fingers found their way into her dark hair, her eyes slamming shut at the thought, at Seyka being so pliant beneath her.
But her eyes being closed just made everything feel like so much more, like fire was burning beneath her skin at every point of contact between the two of them. A golden tide of heat washed over her, seeping into Aloy's bones and coaxing a sigh from deep within her ribs.
Her eyes popped back open.
When Aloy chanced a look down—when she dared to drag her gaze along the wild tangle of Seyka's hair splayed out across the pillows, her flushed cheeks smeared with arousal, her lips parted beneath her, glistening—she found those dark eyes staring right back at her. Open. Worshipful. Lit like the sunrise itself lived behind them.
"You're so fucking good to me." Aloy found the words spilling out of her in a hushed murmur, voice pitched high and gasping. They fell out of her in a flood, a litany of praise and swears and Seyka's name that filled the air around them. "Seyka, fuck, you're so good. You love doing this, don't you?"
Seyka's only response was a tightening of her fingers against Aloy's skin, keeping her pace steady. Her tongue kept its rhythm, licking firm and unceasing, coaxing a gasp from Aloy with every pass. Her lips parted further, accepting each subtle grind, and Aloy watched the way that Seyka's eyes fluttered closed, her body pliant beneath her like she wanted to be used like this.
The tension in Aloy's center was rising, that slow, unbearable tightness winding through her belly and thighs and chest, so close to cresting but not quite there.
Not yet.
Aloy wanted to hold out, wanted to delay her release so she could bask in the feeling of Seyka's bruising grip against her thighs, the wet heat of her mouth, the sweet torture of her lips around her clit—but there was no resisting such torment. The currents of sensation were on the verge of sweeping her out to sea, and Aloy found herself looking forward to where they would carry her.
"Just like that," she told Seyka, voice breathy. Her hips rocked insistently up against Seyka's lips and tongue as the heat started to build even further, warm like honey beneath her skin, a buzzing energy beginning in her fingers and toes.
Aloy's breath trembled out of her, caught somewhere between awe and ruin as she looked down at Seyka again. Beautiful, ruined, pink-cheeked Seyka, soaked and silent. So quiet, so devoted, like Aloy was the sun and she was the ground, just drinking in every last bit of heat she could get.
And Aloy didn't stop grinding. She couldn't. Her clit throbbed against that perfect mouth, her folds slick and swollen and aching. Her body was begging for release, but her mind wouldn't let her go. Not yet—not when the build was this sweet.
"Please," she whimpered, breath hitching. "Don't stop. Don't you dare stop."
She could feel herself unraveling like every part of her was sliding loose from her skeleton, and all that remained was Seyka.
Seyka.
Aloy was shaking more now. Not from the effort, or the control—that was gone, buried somewhere in the back of her spine where Seyka's tongue kept pressing, flicking, circling—relentless and reverent and all the things Aloy had sworn she would resist for a little longer.
But she couldn't.
Her body betrayed her with every breath. Her thighs locked tighter around Seyka's face, chasing the heat, the pressure, the perfect pattern of soft lips and eager tongue that had held her at the precipice for what felt like forever. Her breath hitched, her core clenched. The tension coiled sharp and liquid and hot in her belly and she could feel it coming—not so much like a wave, but like a break, like the fault line had finally split her open, and she was falling to pieces, light spilling between the cracks.
"Seyka," Aloy gasped, her voice wrecked, "I—"
She didn't finish.
She seized forward in a full-body jolt, her hips bucking desperately as the orgasm tore through her like blaze to an open flame. Her mouth dropped open in a silent cry, and for a long, wild heartbeat she forgot her name, forgot where she was, forgot everything except for the slick pulse of release, the way it echoed through her very bones.
Seyka didn't stop, didn't flinch, didn't ease up on her ministrations whatsoever. Her hands remained firmly clamped around Aloy's thighs, a grounding touch through the storm. Her mouth stayed open, tongue dragging through the mess, riding through the ragged motions of Aloy's hips. Seyka began to tremble beneath Aloy, a long, low groan echoing between their bodies that tapered off into a muffled whine after another ragged thrust of Aloy's hips.
Aloy couldn't stop either. She tried to pull back, to shift her weight away, anything to let herself come down from her high, but her body kept moving in frantic little jerks of her hips, grinding down again and again, overstimulated and undone. Her clit throbbed with each pass of Seyka's tongue, nerves alight, every movement too much yet somehow still not enough. She sobbed, high pitched and sharp, somewhere between a moan and a plea.
"F-fuck, I—I can't—" Her hands found Seyka's hair, gripped it tight, not knowing if she was trying to anchor herself or begging her to stop. Seyka only moaned in response—low and steady, the vibration doing nothing to settle Aloy's rattled nerves. "Shit, you're going to—going to ruin me if you keep d-doing that."
Finally, blessedly, Seyka slowed her tongue, allowed her grip to loosen. Aloy sagged forward, knees wobbling, core caving in as she slumped down and shuffled backwards, barely managing to control her fall until she laid against Seyka's chest. Her breath came in heavy pulls, her muscles twitching as the aftershocks reverberated through her shot nerves. Aloy's entire world had narrowed to heat and mouth and tongue, and then the unbearable intimacy of being held while she came apart and then attempted to reassemble the pieces.
She buried her face into Seyka's shoulder, strong and warm and her skin damp with sweat. A kiss was pressed to the shell of her ear, then the corner of her jaw, everywhere that Seyka could reach. Arms came up around Aloy's waist, holding her close as they breathed together. Aloy finally let her full weight collapse onto Seyka, chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat. The last traces of tension slipped out of her bones with every exhale.
A hand eventually came down to Aloy's chin, thumb brushing over her lower lip as Seyka tilted her head away from her shoulder. Seyka's eyes were soft and warm when they met with Aloy's, and they still seemed to glow with their own light, crinkled as they were from her wide smile. Her lips and chin were still shiny with arousal.
Aloy propped herself up just enough to draw Seyka into a kiss, a moan rattling inside her chest at the taste of herself that still clung to Seyka's lips, licking into her pleasure-stained mouth to chase it onto her tongue. She slid a hand across Seyka's ribs, fingers dipping down to tease along her waistline, but she was waylaid by Seyka scooping her hand up into her own.
"But what about you?" Aloy asked with a quirk of her brow.
Seyka's grin turned sheepish, her cheeks coloring a bit darker. "I, ah, I already came. At the same time as you." She cleared her throat awkwardly, endearingly, her eyes skittering away from Aloy's for a moment before meeting her gaze again.
They laid in silence for a moment, as it took a couple seconds for Seyka's statement to register in Aloy's mind, and then Aloy laughed. And she couldn't stop. Seyka tried to hold a pout, but she started to smile too, despite herself, and she hardly managed a "What are you laughing about?" through her grin.
"Nothing," Aloy said brightly, kissing Seyka's jawline, the corner of her mouth, then fully on her lips. "Just…you've never done that before, not without being touched."
Seyka rolled her eyes, but she was laughing again, a rich, genuine sound that spilled out of her. Before she had even finished laughing, she tangled a hand into Aloy's braids and tugged her down into another kiss, capturing the remnants of Aloy's own smile with her own. The kiss was messy and brief, but it was filled with a warmth that had nothing to do with passion and everything to do with pure, unadulterated happiness.
Aloy pulled back after a long moment, her thumb tracing along Seyka's jawline as her muffled laughter continued to rumble through her chest. The sun had completely risen by now, the angle of the light streaming in suggesting that it was several hours back daybreak.
Aloy hardly cared what time it was now.
She was here, in this perfect little moment with Seyka, bathed in liquid gold sunlight as they both settled down from their laughing fit. Despite how red cheeked and bleary eyed she was, Seyka gathered Aloy back up into her arms.
"I love you," Seyka murmured into Aloy's hairline, the ghost of a smile still present against her lips as she pressed a kiss to her temple.
Seyka hardly needed to say the words to her after so many years together, but Aloy appreciated them all the same. She appreciated the kiss to her temple, to her cheek, to her chin. She appreciated the soft sigh in her ear, the promises and the praise that were whispered into her skin, how she had been so good, so beautiful perched above Seyka.
Aloy breathed her own I love you into the hollow of Seyka's throat, traced her fingers over the bite marks that she had left in her wake. She could feel their hearts beating as one where they were pressed together.
The last thing that Aloy registered before she fell asleep once again, was the warm breath against her cheek, and the bare arm draped over her hips, holding her close.
Not for the last time, Aloy thought about how lucky she was to fall asleep in Seyka's arms every day.
