Val sighed, resting her head against Aly’s. “Always did know what I was thinking, or did you smell the gears burning and guess?” She giggled a bit, kissing Aly, arms protectively wrapped around her sister’s waist. She then buried her face in Aly’s neck, breathing a little, trying to ground herself. This was Aly. This wasn’t Reagan. It wasn’t anyone else who’d fucked her over. This was the one person who had always fought to do anything but. This was the person she’d pushed out of bed over morning wood but still had in her bed again the next night. This was, “Lyssa.” The nickname slipped from her lips as she nuzzled against Aly’s neck.
Pulling her face from Aly’s neck, she kissed her. It was gentle and hesitant, whatever dominance that she’d held before all but drained from her. It had to be, no matter what happened, because losing control safely meant needing someone else to have it. Meant needing Aly to have it.
"Both. Or maybe I'm just that awesome." Aly jested, grinning softly at her sister. She knew Val, perhaps better than she knew herself, and it was clear that the adrenaline and dominance had all but left the girl's body as she suddenly felt smaller in her arms. So she wrapped her arms around Val's shoulders, offering silent comfort and a moment to gather herself. This was the part where she stepped in, stepped up to the challenge and offered reassurance in the strength of her arms, where she held on tightly to keep Val from falling apart and getting lost in her own head. That he always been her duty, not by blood but by choice.
She hadn't made her own fears a secret, but in that moment, as the old nickname fell from her lips, and then said lips where upon hers, it all melted away. This was their moment, and Alyssa wasn't about to let it be taken from them by their own fears. So she kissed back, cradling Val's face to keep her close, arching her body against her sister's, deepening the dance of their lips. Aly kissed her with fire on her lips, her hands finding their way back to her hair, fisting the silky tresses with borderline desperation, both to show her always latent desire, and to reign herself in, as the last thing she wanted was to puch too far. "Fuck, V..." She whispered after breaking the kiss, breathing heavily against the woman's lips, eyes hooded and gaze heavy. "Tell me what you want, baby girl, and I'll give it to you."