OCKiss Day 1: Impulse
Nyx and Chrysta
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"Wai- Chrys, slow down!" Nyx stumbled slightly as Chrysta pulled her along down the halls of the guardhouse. Her new sword, a birthday present from Oliver, bounced against her hip.
She had been doing some practice with it, getting used to the weight and feel. Moving through multiple positions as she tried to keep everything smooth under Ms. Jane's discerning eye. Ending the session with control practice, swinging as hard as she could at a dummy without actually making contact.
Nyx was exhausted by the end, her arms ached, sweat made the braid she had tied her hair into stick to the back of her neck. Ms. Jane had barely dismissed her when Chrysta came marching up to her, red-faced and determination in her hazel eyes.
Hand to the center of her chest Chrysta firmly pushed her against the wall. Before Nyx had time to question her, she pressed up against her, lips moving heatedly over her own. She grabbed the back of her shirt, hauling her closer as Chrysta cupped a hand to her jaw.
Nyx blinked as she pulled away, holding back the longing to pull her in again. "What got you all riled up?" Nyx breathed.
"You did." Chrysta whined, hands cupping her cheeks. "Just you- and- Ugh, don't look so smug!" A grin had made its way across Nyx's face, listening to her flustered words with roguish pride. She hauled her in again, biting her lip in retaliation.
"This is why they have us on opposite ends of the training field." Nyx laughed between kisses.