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Sour Cherry, Chapter 18

Aaaaand here it is, the actual chapter! And of course, we are back with the spicy content 👀 This is a combination of multiple requests so get ready for more, uh, light BDSM elements and hard dom!Kuvira. As always, I deeply appreciate and love y’all so very much. I always welcome your comments and messages — they truly are the highlight of my days! Thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy this one. As always, you can check this out on AO3 here! Content warnings can be found in tags.

It all starts with a simple meeting. It’s the usual Inner Circle gathering that Kuvira convenes each morning except today it’s dragging out even longer and each passing moment seems to wear her patience ever thinner.

Something or other has gone wrong with an incoming shipment for new weaponry...you can’t be bothered to capture all the details. You’re too preoccupied with watching the way Kuvira grows increasingly impatient and even hostile as the conversation spins in circles, leading to no definitive end.

You’ve always admired how put-together Kuvira is. It’s one of her more salient qualities when you first make her acquaintance and it’s one of the many reasons she’s become such a compelling leader. It’s difficult to not find oneself bewitched by the firm yet alluring croon of her voice and the steady movements of her hands and gestures.

Therefore, you’re currently having too much fun watching that carefully crafted persona unravel right before your eyes. It’s not that you enjoy seeing Kuvira angry per se—though there’s a certain...charm to the steeliness of her eyes—but you get wrapped up in your own titillating thoughts, imagining Kuvira’s voice barking orders at you in a setting far more intimate than this one.

So you refuse to break your gaze, tracing her every movement with the satisfying knowledge that she pays you no mind.

However, somewhere between the moment you get lost in a particularly filthy fantasy and hearing Baatar bickering with Varrick, you feel the distinct sensation of eyes watching you. You look towards Kuvira and sure enough, her stare bores directly into your face.

She appears impatient and frustrated above all else but you would be remiss to ignore the layer of curiosity underlying her expression.

I wonder... you think to yourself.

Without looking away, you sink your teeth into your lower lip and suck it inward, rolling the flesh in your mouth until it slides back. You stick the tip of your tongue out, slowly tracing it over the skin and imagining it’s Kuvira’s.

Your eyelids grow heavy and you let them fall just enough to give Kuvira that hooded look you know she favors when you’re alone behind closed doors. Based on the way she swallows and tightens her fists, you realize it has a similar effect even now.

You wonder if anyone notices the way Kuvira bites back the snappy response that so desperately wants to escape her lips. Luckily for her, everyone’s too engrossed in whatever discussion she left them with to pay much attention to the interaction unfolding between you both.

Beneath the table, your hands unfold as you plot your next move but it’s at the exact moment that Kuvira brusquely turns away and silences the room with a fearsome bellow. Every mouth in the room stops moving and Kuvira proceeds with another matter.

Whether it’s your own imagination producing the sound or the actual impact of your gesture, you swear you hear the faintest quiver in Kuvira’s voice. It’s hard to discern if it’s from the force of holding back whatever response she wanted to throw your way or something else but regardless, you take pleasure in knowing you’re already getting to her so easily.

Though to her “disadvantage”, the day is still young.

---

Lunch is an entirely different and much crueler affair.

Commander Zhen, being the ever so generous one of the group, recently acquired some authentic eastern Earth Kingdom pasties shipped by her family and she was eager to share them.

It was a rare occurrence for the Inner Circle and all of the commanders to share a meal together but Bolin insists it’s good for camaraderie so you make the best of it when you can. You have no problem admitting you rather enjoy these moments and to some extent, you know Kuvira does as well even if it’s not to the same degree.

Today, conversation is minimal since the pastries have assumed the spotlight. It’s difficult to engage in any discussion when everyone is too busy making pleased and satisfied sounds around mouthfuls of buttery bread and candied fruit.

“The commander’s father has outdone himself yet again ,” Guan sighs, leaning back in his seat and patting his belly.

Zhen giggles, a curious juxtaposition to her otherwise intimidating demeanor. “He’ll be very pleased to hear that, Commander,” she notes.

“What I can’t understand is how you always manage to get things shipped out here no matter where we are,” the older man wonders aloud.

“Being a Commander of the Earth Empire has its perks, I guess,” Zhen chuckles, suddenly eager to share more about how she actually manages to get food from back home onto the train. All but Kuvira are soon engrossed in the conversation and you watch her expression from across the table.

The tension from this morning hasn’t left her face. Her features are deceptively smoothed over, relaying the impression of neutrality, but you notice the stiffness hasn’t left her jaw or between her brows.

You slip the last of your pastry into your mouth and Kuvira turns to look at you. Her eyes seem somewhat glazed over, as if she were watching you but not quite making sense of you at all.

We’ll see about that, you think to yourself.

When Kuvira tilts her head to the side, you look to your peripheral vision to ensure no one is looking your way. Upon confirming that everyone is too preoccupied with Commander Zhen to even realize Kuvira has broken out of her mental fog, you decide it’s time to play again.

The treat left a thin, buttery layer of flakes and sugar on your fingers. You swipe your palms together to rid them of the excess but leave two digits unattended. Looking up once more to confirm Kuvira’s gaze hasn’t turned away, you bring your index and middle fingers to your mouth and slip them past your lips.

Kuvira’s eyes widen so infinitesimally you wouldn’t have caught it if you weren’t watching her so closely. You even notice the fierce red blush that blooms beneath her cheeks.

When you pull them back out, you let the fingertips hover over your lower lip long enough for Kuvira to wonder how it might feel to have them replaced with her own. You poke the tip of your tongue out to flick away at one last crumb, imagining it’s the filthy yet delectable mixture of Kuvira’s spit mixed with your come.

Though it’s a ridiculous notion, you’re nearly convinced Kuvira reads your thoughts because she mumbles a half-hearted excuse to leave before stiffly walking towards her tent.

We’re getting there, you chuckle to yourself.

—-

The final straw is unsurprising. It happens in the corridor between the main conference room and Kuvira’s office.

Kuvira is standing before two privates, barely concealing her desire to raise her voice as she scolds them for something you can’t quite make out but don’t really care to investigate further.

She has her back to you so although she can sense it when you walk past her, the touch of your palm right above the swell of her ass catches her completely off guard.

Unfortunately you can’t linger without drawing attention to yourself so you walk away with nothing but a quiet acknowledgement of the men at the receiving end of Kuvira’s wrath.

Much to your delight, the silence that follows is promising. If she had wanted to, Kuvira could have continued with her tirade and pushed any other thoughts to the back of her mind.

She’s reached her limit though and you know it, which is why you walk with a certain slowness to your step because there’s no other option for Kuvira but to come running after you.

There’s another incoherent grumble behind you and the rapid shuffling of feet inching down the hall. At long last, a familiar hand locks around your wrist and you’re being tugged away.

“What’s the matter, Kuvira?” you ask innocently. “Urgent business?”

You’re met with frigid silence and the resulting fear that quakes through your body is enough to make the warmth between your legs ache with anticipation.

You reach your quarters in record time and you can’t even tell when she locks the door because she shoves you against the metal wall, her hand wrapping around your neck.

The fabric of her gloves pressing against your skin is a sensation you instantly recognize and you would sigh in pleasure if you were able to. Instead, you manage to produce a cheeky grin which only stokes the fire in Kuvira’s eyes.

“You aren’t as subtle as you think you are,” Kuvira growls.

“And who said I was trying to be?” you reply, the smile on your face stretching until Kuvira’s hand tightens and you gasp.

“I see it wasn’t enough to behave in such an insolent manner in front of your superior,” Kuvira hisses. “If I were you I would be very careful with my choice of words.”

“Or what, Kuvira?” you ask. She pauses and narrows her eyes. You sneer and lift your chin defiantly.

“Excuse me?” she replies.

“If I’m not careful with my words. What about it? What will you actually do?” you respond. Kuvira’s jaw clenches but her hand remains still against your throat. “That’s what I thought,” you snicker.

Kuvira leans forward and brushes her lips against your jawline, pressing back until she can nip at your earlobe. The sharpness of her teeth makes you shudder as she speaks directly into your ear.

“So not only have you been a thorn in my side all day but you’re impatient as well,” Kuvira spits. “I pride myself in my discipline but you know what happens when someone tests my resolve?”

You briefly consider actually responding, just to push her further, though it becomes clear the time for teasing has all but vanished when Kuvira sinks her teeth into the side of your neck.

“I punish them,” she murmurs, laving her tongue over the crescent-shaped indentations her teeth left behind.

“You don’t seriously think that scares me, do you?” you breathe. Your hands start to betray you as they lift upwards and cling onto Kuvira’s biceps. Her muscles shift and tighten under the heavy layers of her uniform and she smiles against your skin.

“It’s almost charming how hard you try to convince me of something you barely believe in yourself,” Kuvira croons. You are too caught up in everything about her—the warmth of her breath pooling into your ear, the weight of her hand still clasped around your neck, the softness of her breasts pressing into your chest.

Therefore, you don’t expect to feel her free hand wander down until it hovers mere centimeters away from the heat between your legs.

“Almost,” she emphasizes. “But it’s too bad you’ve gotten on my nerves instead. Now what in the world could I possibly have in mind for one so insolent?”

In your mind, a haze of letters forms in lieu of coherent thought. You try to grasp at them, hoping to weave them together in some sad attempt at words and sounds, but they slip past your fingers and fade into the ever growing warmth that pounds against your skull.

Kuvira drags her hand away from your throat, pushing it up to your cheek so the hot fabric of her glove presses against your sweat-stained skin.

“I’m going to take my time with you,” she says matter-of-factly. “I’m going to take you apart, piece by piece, and remind you exactly why you should never cross me. Understand?”

You nod halfheartedly and Kuvira’s gentle hand turns into a fearsome grip. If she weren’t wearing her gloves, you’re confident her nails would be digging into your skin.

“Use your words,” she commands.

“I’m sorry. Yes...yes I understand,” you reply.

“Good. Tonight, you will not say a single word unless instructed to do so. Now get on the bed and strip for me.”

She releases you so you can scuttle over to the bed on shaking legs. You sit on the mattress and lean down to hastily push your boots off, tossing them somewhere across the room in a haste so you can peel away the layers of metal and fabric.

“Stop moving,” Kuvira warns and the metal belt in your hand nearly crashes to the ground. “Your behavior today was unacceptable. I want to take my time with you. Take your clothes off slowly and don’t break eye contact with me for one second.”

Kuvira’s voice is steely and uncompromising, so much so that it makes your spine tingle with genuine fear. It’s not a sensation you feel too often around her, especially not so acutely, and the thrill of it makes you ache even harder with desire.

“Take your time. I want to see everything,” she whispers.

You do exactly as she says. You consider lifting yourself from the mattress to allow her greater viewing access but she hasn’t given you permission...so you remain seated. It’s hard to remove the rest of your uniform when you can’t move too much beyond your current position — it makes things incredibly awkward.

Though a part of you seethes at the thought of how pathetic you must look right now, struggling to squeeze your limbs past the fabric without disobeying directions, you know Kuvira is relishing each second. She gets a kick out of watching you like this, utterly at the mercy of her orders and knowing you won’t push back anymore than you can risk.

Eventually you drop the final article of clothing to the ground and the cool air of the room makes you shiver. You tighten your legs in some attempt to retain your warmth and it’s that exact moment when Kuvira makes her way towards the bed.

“Open,” she says, tapping her knee against your thigh. Your legs spread on instinct, desiring nothing more than to have Kuvira trapped between them and pressed flush against your chest.

Kuvira steps forward, paying careful attention so as not to bring her body close against yours. The pleasure is written all over her face.

Not yet.

She lifts one hand to stroke it against your cheek and you lean into the touch, sighing at the relief of feeling Kuvira against you.

Apparently, that counts as crossing some line because her hand suddenly tightens against the back of your skull and you wince at the sudden discomfort. She tugs you upward just as she leans down enough to bring your faces close together.

“I could do this all night, darling,” she reminds you. “I have ways of making you shut up that you couldn't possibly withstand. Are you sure you want to experience it firsthand?”

You swallow hard. The wave of desire in your chest swells because yes. Spirits, yes. You shouldn’t feel so warm and desperate for the chilling tone in Kuvira’s voice but the thought of experiencing her wrath and frustration unfiltered stirs your arousal further.

The next few words that slip from your mouth will likely be your downfall for the evening.

“Let’s see it then,” you growl, yanking your head away from Kuvira’s grasp and thoroughly enjoying the affronted expression on her face.

“It’s going to take a lot more than some half-assed threats and petty manhandling to scare me, Kuvira,” you chuckle. “Or do you seriously think I’d submit to you that easily?”

You place extra emphasis on the word because it’s precisely what Kuvira wants. She wants you open and malleable in every possible way, completely hers to do as she wishes.

But you’re going to make her work for it.

There’s a moment where everything in the room goes still, even your breathing and the movements in Kuvira’s eyes.

When she rips the gloves off her hands and coils her fingers around your neck once more, it’s a strange combination of unexpected but familiar, like a natural progression of events that still manages to make your pulse flutter. You grin as if to challenge her further because you are. You want to feel her fingers press harder, deeper, painful to the point of seeing galaxies, until air is only something Kuvira allows you to have.

Kuvira remains careful. She tightens her hold a bit, just enough to coax you back onto the mattress and push you into the bedsheets. She kicks off her boots but otherwise stays fully clothed. You wonder if she plans on staying like this all night and decide it’s much more exciting to wait and see.

She watches you intently, studying your face for any indication of hesitancy. “Is this alright?” she asks, pulling her hand away and replacing it with the smooth touch of her lips.

You sigh and push up against the gesture, wanting to drag Kuvira into your body so you can feel her all the way down to your veins and nerves. “This is perfect. I want...I need more though,” you whimper.

Her lips curl into a smile against your skin. “Is that so? Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say exactly how you want me to fuck you.”

You keen at the sound of her voice, several octaves lower than before, drifting over your face in a heady breath. Kuvira hums in disapproval, her hand stiffening over your throat just as she brings her mouth to your ear.

“Use your words,” she reminds you. Her voice sounds entirely too innocent for the way she has you pinned to the bed with the strength of her single arm.

“I—I want…” Just as you feel the words coming to you, Kuvira’s knee inches towards the heat pulsing between your legs, gently probing against it and making you gasp.

“Go on now,” she prompts. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I...I want you to fuck me so hard it hurts for days,” you say in a single breath, inhaling sharply when her knee pushes deeper into your open flesh. Kuvira has barely touched you and you’re already soaking wet. There’s no doubt you’re staining her regulation trousers and it’s at that moment you realize why she didn’t take off her clothes.

Kuvira wants you to mark her as much as she plans to mark you. She craves the evidence that proclaims to the world that you belong to each other and nobody else, the primal urge to see remnants of your body overpowering any sense of reason she normally has.

You start grinding your hips against her knee, the feverish stickiness of your come smearing against her fully clothed thigh.

“I want you to fuck me with your tongue, your fingers, anything you want,” you gasp. “I want you to mark me and make me scream so we keep everyone awake for hours.”

You want to continue but somewhere along the way, Kuvira’s hand moves from your neck to your bare chest so she can fondle your already hardened nipples. The combination of her heated skin and pinched fingers makes your back arch into her touch.

“But that’s not all,” Kuvira continues. “I bet you want me to absolutely destroy you. Make you cry around my fist while you fuck yourself on my hand. Perhaps tied up as I keep going even after you’ve come time and time again. You want me to use you like the pathetic little slut you are, right?”

Your head manages to move in a weary nod but that’s not enough for Kuvira. Not tonight.

“What was that?” she hisses.

“Yes!” you yelp. “Please Kuvira...use me.”

“Oh I absolutely intend to,” she affirms, pulling away and removing herself from your body. You are reminded of how cold the room actually is when the loss of Kuvira’s touch makes you shake.

“Get on your stomach,” Kuvira says and you move without thinking. As soon as you’re resting on your chest, Kuvira lifts your body with both hands, dragging you towards her where she sits at the edge of the bed.

“You’ve been very bad,” she sighs. “And you know I must punish poor behavior. What do you say we start with a little lesson?” She tightens her hold on your legs until they hang on the other side of hers, your abdomen resting on her lap.

“Yes, Kuvira,” you whimper, angling your ass upwards just enough to show her how much you’re aching for it. You don’t need to see the grin on her face to know it’s there — the firm grasp of her hand on your flesh is enough to relay exactly what she looks like right now.

There’s a moment where time feels suspended and the weight of anticipation feels like it coils around your throat and sucks the air right out of you. You chew on your lip in an attempt to brace yourself for the inevitable but no amount of self-awareness can prepare you for the deliciously familiar sensation of Kuvira’s palm landing hard on your ass.

The contact produces a vulgar cracking sound that resounds through the room, barely echoing off the walls once before she lifts her hand only to bring it crashing down again. You squeak and tighten your core, hoping it’ll stiffen the rest of your body.

Kuvira pauses for a moment, humming into the otherwise silent room, and gently rubs her hand over the sensitive skin. It stings where her fingers graze over it. She’s being careful now, allowing you a moment of respite in the midst of what will surely be a particularly strenuous evening.

“Tell me,” she murmurs. “How does it feel?”

You swallow hard, loosening yourself just enough for your body to sag heavier against her legs, before responding. “It feels good, Kuvira,” you stammer.

“Just good? Now that simply won’t do,” she replies.

She’s barely finished speaking when her hand snaps down in three rapid strikes. A vivid jolt of pain flares each time her hand meets your skin. It’s like a flash of anguish that only lasts seconds before it melts into a dull, burning numbness.

It’s precisely what you had longed for all day and somehow even more perfect.

Kuvira doesn’t keep it up much longer but you still manage to lose track of when she stops. You get lost in the wonderful combination of pain and pleasure, of excitement and hunger that pulses through you until it reaches your toes and your fingertips.

When Kuvira’s hand dips just below the spot where your skin parts between your legs, you’re brusquely shaken out of your daze at the feeling of her finger poking somewhere too sensitive.

“I had a feeling you’d enjoy your punishment,” she duly notes. “I suppose you might also enjoy this…”

Her finger slides in a centimeter, barely crossing past the wet folds of flesh that welcome her immediately. You sigh as the first knuckle sinks inside without a single note of resistance. Fuck, she hasn’t done much beyond bruising your ass with her hand alone and you’re already soaking. If you hadn’t been intentionally riling her up to get to this moment, you might’ve felt some degree of bashfulness.

Instead, you want Kuvira to know exactly how much you want her so you poke your ass up just enough for her finger to fall even deeper inside. You exhale sharply through your nose, closing your eyes tight and swallowing the sounds that threaten to escape your mouth.

Kuvira, the ever-so cruel lover she is, curls her finger upward once, teasing you with the faintest taste of what those sinfully perfect hands can do and pulls it right out just as you try pushing back.

“Ah ah ah,” she chides. She rubs the finger against your lower lip before sliding it past your teeth, adding two others to join soon after. It’s too awkward and uncomfortable to look up at her from this position so you keep your eyes closed and breathe hard through your nose. You’re tempted to bite down on her fingers but choose to suck hard instead.

“That would be too easy,” Kuvira notes. “Get back on the bed and get on your knees. By the time I turn around I want to see you waiting, all pretty and desperate, just for me.”

You ignore the strange feeling of kneeling on an empty bed while Kuvira undresses behind you. It’s worth it when you feel the bed dip beneath your knees and your skin is met with the familiar touch of her palms running down your arms.

“I’m sure you haven’t forgotten what I mentioned earlier. How delightful it would be to have you bound against this bed, entirely at my mercy while I fuck you into forgetting the sound of your own name…” she croons into your ear.

You shiver against the words, struggling to keep yourself together.

“Would you like to try it?” Kuvira asks.

“Yes,” you sigh.

“Predictable,” Kuvira chuckles, using the base of her palm to push you into the pillows, your arms giving out and falling to the sides. You barely have enough time to catch your breath before Kuvira pulls them backwards, followed by the sound of metal slicing through air, and the cold material cinches tight around your wrists.

In this position, you’re at your most vulnerable: your entire body presented to Kuvira’s hungry eyes, completely at her mercy, with your hands bound tight and resting at the base of your spine.

It hurts, from the unnatural angle of your shoulders to your face pressed into the pillows, and it’s amazing.

“And since you’re so easy to figure out, I’m assuming if I do this…” Kuvira starts.

She pushes two fingers inside your body, parting through your flesh without the faintest bit of tension.

“You’ll only be begging for more within seconds,” she finishes.

And she’s not wrong. The words rest at the tip of your tongue, gnawing against your teeth and itching to burst through your lips. But you know better than that. You know better than to give in too easily. Because it’s exactly what Kuvira doesn’t want, despite what she may convey.

She loves the challenge. She loves the way your petulance will inevitably give way to hours of filthy and boisterous sounds of pleasure that will replay in her head for weeks. She loves to know that she is the only one who can crumble your resolve with a mere stroke of her hand or roll of her tongue.

You stay quiet. Or rather, as quiet as you can be with Kuvira’s fingers starting to thrust in and out of your body.

“Oh you silly thing,” she sighs. “I’d be offended if I weren’t so amused. It’s no matter...I’ll have you screaming for more soon enough.”

Kuvira keeps her movements slow and steady, never once breaking the pattern she knows will eventually bring you to a tipping point. After one stroke she pulls them out entirely, letting the come on her fingers spread over your vulva, before she finds your clit and rolls it beneath her fingertip.

All rational thought effectively slips away. You call out Kuvira’s name with a broken voice, pushing down to add more pressure. Kuvira stays silent, only moving her finger in a circular motion to roll the sensitive bud around her skin.

“Figured you wouldn’t last that long,” she observes. She drapes part of her body of your back, her breast pressing against your spine, and proceeds to coax your oncoming orgasm out of you.

“Go on. Fuck yourself on my hand, just like I said you would,” she exhales.

Kuvira alternates between dragging her fingers deep into your cunt and teasing your clit with an array of strokes you can’t quite make out, until your legs start quaking and it’s evident the latter will be most effective.

There are far too many sensations to focus on this time: the obvious aside, your shoulders start shrieking with the pain of being held at such a difficult position. Your wrists protest against the firm metal bindings and your spine aches with the effort of staying arched for so long.

Your climax feels like falling and ascending all the same time, like the weight of the galaxies and all their stars have collapsed into your muscles and exploded in the span of a second. All throughout the gasping and shaking, Kuvira never relents. If anything, you notice her movements grow more intense and focused.

She only pauses when you scream her name and clench against her hand. You breathe hard into the pillow and pause when you feel another shift in the bed.

When you look down, you notice Kuvira is on her back, pushing your hips up and your legs apart so she can slot her head between them and bring her mouth to where her fingers had just finished bringing you to your peak.

“I’m not finished with you yet,” she purrs, nipping at your skin with sharp teeth and eventually connecting her tongue to your clit and rolling a strand of come between her lips.

“K-Kuvira,” you yelp because it’s too much. You haven’t even recovered from your last orgasm and now Kuvira’s tongue is lapping away the residue and any rational person would beg for her to stop but nothing in your body wants that.

Absolutely not. It aches to the point of tears — you feel moisture poke out from the corners of your eyes — and you still want more. Your clit is swollen and throbbing and you still find yourself pushing down against Kuvira’s mouth, canting your hips against her tongue despite the roaring sound of your heartbeat pulsing through your head.

Because what are you and Kuvira if not completely and utterly excessive? You don’t do things in a balanced way. She may move through the world in a manner that is poised and dignified but Kuvira is not just calm, calculated energy.

Kuvira is fire and lightning. She’s the crash of waves in a distant ocean and the force of wind tearing down forests. She feels with a depth no one understands. No one but you. She only shows you how intensely she feels, sometimes to the point of outright irrationality.

And you understand it because she brings out the same in you. You love each other with reckless abandon, with an ardency that could very well open your bodies by sheer force if it were tangible. When you argue, it’s the same thing. When you test her patience and stoke her annoyance, why would it be any different?

At this point, you’re nothing but a quivering, sobbing mess. Your body can’t keep up so you sag against Kuvira’s face. Of course, she readily takes your hips and holds onto them enough to give her space to keep working you towards a second climax.

This orgasm is difficult to differentiate from the first. There wasn’t enough time to fully emerge from the haze of a few moments ago so when it hits you, it’s nearly more painful than it is pleasurable.

Somehow, even within that seemingly awful sensation, it’s pure bliss. Again, Kuvira’s movements don’t waver until you’re totally pliant. Your bones have turned to jelly and you don’t have the energy to produce sound or movement. A single tear falls over the bridge of your nose and melts into the pillow. It’s the perfect reaction to how completely and wonderfully spent you feel.

When Kuvira slides away, your hips fall to the bed with little grace. Kuvira bends the metal restraints off your arms, moving to the side so she can softly push you onto your back and bring your wrists to her face.

She massages the first with a care she always reserves for this, for the moments immediately following something so intense, to assure you that she’s there to take care of you in every way you could possibly need. She moves to the second wrist and speaks.

“How are you feeling?”

You take a moment to respond, too focused on trying to remember what words are. “I feel good,” you confirm. “Granted, you may have impacted my ability to walk tomorrow morning but I’d say that’s a pretty solid thing to leave the night with.”

Kuvira rolls her eyes but a soft smile touches her features. “What do you want tonight? Shall I run you a warm bath? Or do you want to stay in bed? Something else?”

“Mm....let’s stay here. For now at least. Can’t feel my legs,” you admit. You crowd Kuvira into your arms and let her rest on your chest. She wraps her arms around you, stroking them down your sides and your shoulders, while you breathe in the scent of her hair and skin.

She whispers something you can’t quite catch, drowsiness starting to overtake your senses, but some part of your brain captures it nonetheless and it makes your heart flutter.

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