So this fic is a combination of two things: the prompt from this kissing post, “ “A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.” from @night-triumphantt for my girls Braith and Syfyn, and the fact that ages ago @the-rebel-archivist sent me this post ages ago in reference to them and I uh... well. I combined them, why not?
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In Braith’s defense, she hadn’t particularly thought her course of action through. Her mind tended to get cloudy when nights of the full moon were part of the equation; what she actually did on those nights tended to vary on how much the blood in her veins decided it hated her at that particular moment, but restlessness to the point of distraction as the sky began to darken was a constant. When she’d felt the familiar itch under her skin, it had been almost too easy to shift the covers aside and slip out of bed to do something to ease it.
Or at least it would have been, if she’d been alone.
The only reason Braith didn’t immediately shriek as she felt a hand rest on her hip was because she’d been intimately acquainted with that hand only a few hours beforehand–she winced, hesitated, then shifted to flop onto her back in the bed, rolling onto her side to meet Syfyn’s thoroughly unimpressed, shockingly clear silver eyes.
Gods, it was still disconcerting how quickly the woman could launch herself from a deep sleep into utter wakefulness.
“Why are you up?” The words were soft despite the gruff tone, Syfyn’s arm curling around Braith and pulling her closer as her feathers puffed up in the night air. “Did something happen?”
“Nothing happened.” It was simultaneously reassuring and firm, and Syfyn’s gaze softened slightly as Braith’s fingers brushed her cheek. “Sorry. The moon was getting to me.”
She didn’t need to explain with Syfyn; it was a relief, really, the way her partner sighed at the words and shook her head, taking a moment to absently stretch. Braith waited, reasonably sure of what to expect–the blonde was no stranger to her late night wanderings even now. She’d let her go to burn this off, probably drift back to sleep until either Braith returned or it was early enough for her to quietly slip out.
Syfyn didn’t let her go.
“No fucking awoo,” it was a sigh, as the taller woman closed her eyes.
Braith blinked. “Hm?”
The next movement was either too fast for Braith to react to, or she was so comfortable with Syfyn at this point that she wasn’t keeping her guard up; either way, there was only a slight but quick shift and the smaller woman was muffling a very canine yelp into Syfyn’s neck as she tugged her closer and shifted, easily settling on top of her and curling her wings around them both like a cocoon. Braith blinked into the darkness before she relaxed, laughing softly as her hands settled on the other woman’s back. “Sy?”
“No awoo right now.” It was murmured right into her neck, and Braith chuckled again at how matter of fact Syfyn sounded. “It’s late.”
“Is it?” “It’s not awoo time. It’s sleeping time. Go the fuck to bed.”
Braith smiled, absently letting her fingers circle near the base of Syfyn’s wings. “Is that an order?” she whispered, and her smile became a smirk as she felt the other woman subtly shiver against her. Even in the darkness, she could see the way the touch had her feathers puffing up, and encouraged Braith repeated the motion, digging her claws into her skin gently this time for that extra edge.
Syfyn eased back then, her eyes practically white in the darkness, and Braith only had a moment to take a breath before the other woman was kissing her, her fingers brushing against her cheek as she pressed the two of them together so thoroughly the Commander forgot where she began and Syfyn ended.
It had always been like that, when Braith really thought about it for long enough. She didn’t know what would happen to her if one day it wasn’t like that.
When Syfyn pulled away, it was a moment that both lasted for eternity and ended in the blink of an eye; she lingered a little longer, brushing her lips chastely against Braith’s, before she shifted and nuzzled back into her neck with a sigh. Braith took a deep, ragged breath, and smiled in the darkness.
“... No awoo, huh?” It was hoarse, and so smug she felt Syfyn huff against her neck, and her second in command shifted to nip gently at her skin.
“Go to sleep, Braith.”
Braith laughed, soft and breathless, and closed her eyes. “Only because I love you.”
She closed her eyes after the words, relaxing under the steady warmth and weight of Syfyn. The itch was still under her skin, but it had eased down to something she could ignore until morning. It was almost embarrassingly easy to fall asleep after that, but before she slipped under completely, able to ignore the moon for once–
“I love you, too.”
