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28. “How long has it been since you’ve slept?” ava x lilith
ty for the prompt, em!! hope i do these two justice :)
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Ava makes her way up the driveway while juggling the groceries in both arms, swearing as the bulky combo of winter coat, gloves, and heavy grocery bags lead to keys slipping from her grasp and colliding with a dull clink against the welcome mat. She does eventually manage to get in without further incident (zero grocery casualties this time!) and does a big internal fist-pump to celebrate.
It’s dark inside, and she toes her shoes off and lines them up by the shoe rack as neatly as she can before heading into the kitchen. “Hello? Anyone home?” The bags are deposited on the countertop, Ava letting out a groan of relief as she shakes out her arms.
“Lil?” She flicks the lights on and the living room is washed in a warm glow, illuminating the empty couch and neatly stacked pile of reports left on the coffee table. Beatrice must have already left to drop off Libby for hockey practice.
The door to the den is shut almost all the way but not firmly closed, and she sees how the light from inside makes its way out. Ah – still working then. The devil works hard, but Lilith on a mission works harder and is way scarier. Way hotter, too.
Ava knocks on the door softly. A clearing of the throat and a raspy “come in” and she makes her way into the room at the invitation. Lilith’s focused on her laptop screen, papers askew on the desk and occupying every available space, and Ava spies the empty #1 Dad mug precariously close to the edge. Ava’s socks muffle her footsteps on the hardwood floor and she collects the mug before it gets swept off.
“Hey, babe.” She bends and kisses Lilith on her cheek, Lilith turning her head for a brief peck before focusing once more on the screen in front of her.
Ava squints at the page count on the screen. “How’s work going?” Lilith lets out a groan immediately, her immaculate posture collapsing as she slouches down in the seat and brings a hand up to rub at her eyes.
“I think I’m done. Goddamned clients keep changing the scope of the project on the fly, leaving me to pick up the pieces on an already-tight deadline.” Lilith’s free hand automatically reaches for her coffee – eyes still trained on the document in front of her – hand grasping at the air a few times before finally looking over and noticing that it’s gone. Her head jerks as she scans the desk for the mug and does a double-take once she notices its relocation to Ava’s hand.
It’s not often that Lilith is caught so off-kilter, and Ava is worried. Sure, Lilith’s used to a hectic work schedule, constant travel, and delicate meetings with clients and colleagues both, and yes she can handle herself well, has been handling it well for years, and Ava knows that Lilith knows her own limits. But Ava also knows that Lilith caught a red-eye the night before and came in early this morning, just barely greeting Ava and Beatrice with a kiss hello and a kiss on Libby’s cheek, one hand already loosening the knot of the tie at her neck before shutting herself into the den for work.
“–final check before sending it off.” Ava blinks, coming back to the present and seeing Lilith straighten her back to start typing up a new email. Ava’s alarm bells ring all the louder when she witnesses the amount of words underlined in red, the computer’s auto-correct working overtime to bring the page back into grayscale.
She rests a hand on Lilith’s shoulder and squeezes gently, grimacing as her thumb presses into an obvious knot at the junction where neck meets shoulder, and she mentally notes to give Lilith a back massage later. “Hey, Lil? When’s the last time you slept?”
“Thirty-five hours ago,” Lilith replies without missing a beat, fingers flying over the keyboard as fast as the mistakes are popping up. Ava feels her eyes widen at that and – what the fuck. Yeah, this isn’t going to fly. She opens her mouth to say something but is beaten to the punch. “Don’t worry,” Lilith reassures, badly, “I took a one-hour nap on the flight home.”
Ava places the mug down on the floor near the wall and brings both hands to Lilith’s shoulders, kneading gently at the tight muscle there. Lilith continues working but eventually her typing slows, shoulders sagging and head hanging low as she sighs and mumbles, “Ava.”
“Yes?” Ava continues with the pressure, and a hiss escapes Lilith as Ava’s thumb presses into a particularly stubborn knot. “I have to get this out by tonight, Ava,” Lilith insists, but her voice sounds strained. The exhaustion finally seeps through her words, carried on the gentle wind of an exhale.
Ava hums. “What’s on your agenda for tomorrow?” Lilith takes a moment to think, head still bowed. “Not much. Final once-over of my notes for my Monday meetings–” a quiet groan – “and then quality time with the family. But this has to go out by tonight so that the clients can look it over and give me the feedback in case they want to fucking change anything again–”
“Woah, hey, Lil! Let’s slow down for a sec.” Ava drops to a kneel, spins the chair around so that Lilith’s gaze is focused on her and away from the computer. “Your clients probably got off work–” Ava glances at the clock on the desk, winces– “two hours ago. It’s Friday night! They’re probably spending time with their family, or chillin’ by the TV, or going out getting wasted.” She smiles, reaches a hand for Lilith’s and swipes her thumb over Lilith’s knuckles. Lilith’s brows furrow, lips downturned, frown making its presence known.
“Point is, it’s the weekend. Your colleagues and clients are most likely taking the weekend off to de-stress and focus on themselves. Their work is important and they’ll go back to work on Monday, check their emails and attend their meetings like the good little worker bees that they are–” Lilith chuckles weakly at this– “but until then, you’ve got time to relax.” The bags under Lilith’s eyes are prominent and Ava swallows hard past the lump in her throat. “Please, Lil,” she whispers. Maintains eye contact, brings Lilith’s hands to her lips, kisses the back of each. “For me?”
A slow exhale from Lilith, but the corner of her lips turn up the slightest bit. Ava smiles in response. Score. “You make a compelling argument, Silva,” Lilith says, an unscheduled yawn butting its way in between their conversation. Her hand comes up half a second too late to cover her mouth, exhaustion overriding even muscle memory. Cute, Ava thinks, as she stands and retrieves the mug for washing, placing a lingering kiss on the crown of Lilith’s head. “Go wash up, I’ll have dinner ready in a bit,” she says.
Ava makes to leave but feels Lilith’s arms wrap loosely around her thighs, feels Lilith’s forehead rest against her stomach, and she brings a hand up to the back of Lilith’s head as they hold each other. The pause only lasts a few seconds, but in that amount of time volcanoes could have erupted, tectonic plates could have shifted, galaxies could have collided, but all Ava would have noticed was the feel of Lilith’s soft breaths on her thin cotton t-shirt, the way the fabric fluttered against every shaky draw of breath, against every stuttered exhale. Fingers interlock behind Ava’s thighs to complete the circuit and send across the silent request for company. Difficult for Lilith to voice out loud, to let the words scrape their way out of her throat, but – this type of honesty is alright, too.
Ava strokes her hand over Lilith's hair and kisses the top of her head once more for good measure. She’s just going to the kitchen, but a parting kiss for her departure nonetheless. For luck, for love, for everything in between.
They’ll part eventually; two earphones finally untangled through patient fingers. Ava will leave to make the shepherd’s pie that Lilith so loves, and Lilith will come out of the shower, towel wrapped around herself with hair still dripping wet over the floor to kiss Ava in the kitchen, and Ava will laugh and pretend to be annoyed, these potatoes won’t mash themselves, Lil, but she’ll wrap her arms around Lilith’s neck and they’ll kiss for a fair bit before Lilith’s stomach grumbles as a reminder.
But for now, they stay in the moment, leaning against each other. A question and a reassurance in one.
#penguin writes#fic: dads#birgittesilverbae#ava x lilith#warrior nun#warrior nun fic#ty to davey and smo for lookin this over!! :')#love u guys#love u em!!#ty once again for the prompt...u brought me outta my writing funk. this was such a fun piece to write
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no offense but i dont think as a fandom we talk enough about how HOT the 2x07 lilth vs ava fight is... like:
ava's superhero landing pose? lilith using her wings to fight? ava picking up a sword? then picking up a SHIELD??? lilith teleporting them left and right as they keep fighting??? the two of them trading blows on top of table?? ava's tiny frustrated grunt when she fails to lay a hit on lilith again??? AVA IMPALED ON A SWORD WITH BLOOD DRIPPING FROM HER MOUTH?? AVA SOFTLY SAYING "PLEASE" AND LILITH REPLYING "THIS IS NOT A NEGOTIATION"??? LILITH WALKING UP TO HER ALL THREATENING AND SMUG AND SURE OF HER VICTORY ONLY FOR AVA TO OUTSMART HER????? AVA LEANING BACK AGAINST THE WALL AFTER LILITH LEAVES, BLOODIED AND BREATHLESS??????
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Avalil + northern lights? There's no way Ava's ever actually seen them in person
thanks to @frozenabattoir for giving me the idea for this ily 💖💖🥰
Lava Kiss
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Ava opens her eyes and she is kneeling on the shore of a crack that runs right into the earth. Above, dim, like the stabbing of stars through the atmosphere, she can see the faintest flush of colour. The sky bewitched by light.
She knows, she knows what it is. Aurora. (Bea with her voice like warm rain. cold water. like swimming in the pool and the chlorine sticking to her skin. Bea, with her voice)
(i miss you i miss you i-)
The lights, she remembers, are caused by solar wind, by disturbances in the magnetosphere (how Bea’s voice almost vanished around the word sphere, a breathy ‘f’ snuck inside the sound of it). Ava likes her voice. Every sound it makes.
She tries not to think of another voice, the other voice. Breaking in the dark.
The dapple of bloodred light through membrane. The leak of molten orange and her, catching it in a cupped palm before it could touch Ava.
The northern lights are charged particles exciting the atmosphere, and then light. Light.
But you can hardly see it now. Ava, trembling, kneels on the edge of a breakage in the world and remembers.
Lilith.
Walking with her, wings tucked so tight they gasped for air together in the wretched heat. Lilith with her arms around Ava and outside…
Fire. The smell of spitting hissing spitting burning flesh and the grit of Lilith’s teeth. Ava pleading with her in the dark. “Phase. Please Lilith, please just-”
“Can’t.” her teeth. Ava knows how they feel inside her. “I have to leave you behind if I go.”
“Then go.”
Silence.
She didn’t leave and now. And now.
The horizon is a wash of fire, smoke and gas churning thick around them, but the flicker-beat of the halo makes an oasis of light where Ava kneels.
Where Lilith sits, curled into a ball. She is more than half-alight.
Lilith twitches, gasps. Shakes her stupid, beautiful head, the burnt-out ends of hair curled Medusa-like around it.
Ava sees the edge of Lilith’s smile and breaks like a bone. She makes a noise she will not be able to recall later. She moves, she cries, she is always too late.
Roughness underneath her. Young stone, warm to the touch, raw as an unwrapped wound. It tears at her knees and her palms as she darts toward Lilith.
There’s a soft hiss, a sizzling that becomes Lilith’s voice. Why can’t it ever sound strange to her?
“Don’t.”
She has one burning hand raised. Palmprint of blood and blisters. They pop. Molten flesh touches Ava's collarbones.
It hurts.
The palm and Lilith behind it. Hurts.
She is recognizable. That's the worst part of it.
“I’ll heal,” Lilith wheezes.
“Bullshit.”
“Watch.”
A quick-spar of traded syllables. She always loses this fight.
Ava sits back, trying to escape the blur of recollection. Of fighting Lilith, of stabbing slicing clawing biting breaking her. Again and again.
And the strange girl next to her letting it happen. Putting her body in the way like that’s all she can do with it.
If not for her, Bea would be-
“I can hear you thinking. Stop it.”
Her snarl is back already.
Ava tries not to cry about it. On the way through the fire, Lilith called her crybaby five times.
Halo-light makes her an effigy as Ava sits, watches, waits. Tries not to think at all, in fact, of the halo in her chest, the iron now wrapped tight around her heart and tendril-hooked through her spine. Inescapable.
“So,” she says eventually. Ava is not good at silence and she is worse at watching Lilith try not to scream as new flesh splits the skin of her flash-burned back. “Hell is really-”
other people?
“You weren’t in hell.” Lilith sits, burning, pedantic, on the rock next to Ava. Her skin is a swirl of colour, stone shot through with rainbow lines. “I just chose this way back.”
“You chose the path made of lava!? Are you absolutely batsh-”
“It was the only way to keep you intact. To keep the halo with us. I-I had to shield it. I had to-”
She breaks off. Ava can’t tell if it’s pain or frustration or hatred or pain or please, let it stop.
Lilith notices her staring. Always does. Never comments.
This is how they dance around the issue.
“It'll come back clean,” she says, meeting Ava’s eyes - oh, there you are - as droplets of lava leak down the sweep of her wing, bundled up like an old umbrella.
She leans into the curve of it, so small against her wingspan. Legs bare, leaking blood down to her newly-returned toes. Skin splitting, popping, blistering, burning.
Ava doesn’t flinch. She’s shivering, body aching for the humidity of hell. For the dry dunes, their wavering shapes that seem to walk during the night when you collapse at their feet. Beatrice told her once that there are spiders in the desert who will chase your shadow.
“Not you, just your shadow.”
Lilith has her eyelashes, still. Somehow. They cast shadows on her face as her eyes flutter open. Her voice sounds fresh from an oven, low. Little gouts of steaming air escape past her lips, which are all broken up, strings of whatever the mouth is made of hanging down. Bloody ribbons sticking to her chin.
She's a wreck.
Ava loves her.
#warrior nun#avalil#ava x lilith#technically avabealil#tw burns#tw gore#anon#ty for the prompt!#casper writes#(finally 😭😭)#bdbdbdbd i’m so sorry this is the opposite of what you probably wanted 🫠🫠
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Lilith tastes smoke, present and familiar, that lingers on Ava’s lips as she kisses her. It’s either the nicotine coating her lips or her proximity that makes Lilith’s head swim.
Ava’s stunning from where she sits straddling her hips backlit in the soft white light from the balcony light. One hand hooked underneath the sharp curve of a mandible, the other cradling a cigarette.
There’s a familiarity to the way Ava asks and Lilith gives. Fingers asking, lips willing to turn towards devotion. Praise has always come naturally to her. A familiar ache deep within her joints, eyes cast up in devotion to statutes illuminated by flickering orange. How she had longed when she was younger for those saints to climb down from the wall, offer her their hands, and raise her above her body.
A devotion turned towards women when her faith failed her. Here, underneath the lights, she finally holds onto something worthy of praise.
“Lil,” Ava calls, leaning back with a soft smile. She’s wearing Beatrice’s jersey, maize in the soft light with the number 9 emblazoned on the right corner. Lilith’s boxers slick as she adjusts against her hips. The half-burnt cigarette illuminates her face as she inhales, exhales, then speaks, “why do you do it?”
Her hand extends, the burning end illuminating her fingertips, a silent offer. Fingers are warm as Lilith accepts the cigarette. It’s soothing as she places it between her lips, a familiar weight, something to preoccupy her mouth. She inhales, her free hand coming to rest against the swell of Ava’s hip; thumb rolling over the dip of her iliac crest.
“I’m good at it,” Lilith mutters, exhaling smoke into the night.
#the aforementioned snippet#boxing au#we'll see how this goes#warrior nun#ava silva#sister lilith#avalil#ava x lilith
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time loop avalil is fucking nasty while they bleed out together it’s not recognising a kiss without a mouthful of blood it’s pretending not to know each other sometimes it’s we’ve done this so many times there’s no need to say anything. it’s there’s always something left to say because i love you i love you. i’m sorry it has to end this way
timeloop avalil trapped on that first assault on adriel's cathedral, rocketed back to that day every time they reach the minute ava first went through the ark, fighting their way through the villaumbrosia home again and again until ava, impaled on that sword, tells lilith that she can't fucking take this anymore, that there's only so many times she can live through the horrors of this day and all those that follow before she's just. done.
lilith's open-mouthed shock so quickly hidden, lilith swallowing and looking like she's going to step forward before finally saying "don't hit me in the eye this time."
ava phasing off the blade, dropping to a floor slick with her blood, scattered with a rainbow of shattered glass. tentative and cautious when she asks "this time?"
"you've severed my optic nerve four times over and you don't want to know how agonizing that is to regrow"
the relief of a partner on this treadmill of fire and death and rebirth like a shock to the system. ava's hand rising unconsciously to the orbit of her own eye socket. "i'm sorry"
"don't- don't apologize to me" lilith, off-kilter, fleeing.
ava left reeling, left wondering, left to go resurrect suzanne and try to make what adjustments she can manage. michael dies for nothing, and ava depends again on reya's mercy, and she sits whole and unharmed at the base of the ark with beatrice at her side. and the clock rolls over.
it's just past midnight when lilith grabs her from the bed she shares with beatrice, no matter that the salvius mansion is full of any number of available rooms. she brings ava to the kitchen of the villaumbrosia home without a word, turns to the cupboards to hunt for a kettle. she doesn't respond to any of ava's questions until she's filled a teapot and set it on the table in the breakfast nook, slid onto the bench seat opposite ava.
"i don't know why this is happening, i don't know how to prevent it, i don't know whether it's just the two of us, or why," she reels off, spinning her empty teacup between her palms as she waits for the tea to brew. "did beatrice have any ideas?"
"why do you-" lilith levels a flat stare at her. "no, she didn't."
"and this is the fifth time you've woken up today?"
ava closes her eyes, thinks back through the iterations, through weeks of time washed away again and again as though they were nothing. "yeah, this is the fifth."
"okay." lilith pours herself a cup of tea. doesn't offer ava any.
"that's all you've got to say? 'okay'? i'd assumed you'd had more reason than 'okay' to drag me out of bed, that you'd had a plan or something."
"i do."
"great. care to elaborate?"
lilith glances at her over the rim of her teacup, raises it to her in a mocking salute. "we wait."
ava attempts escape again and again, each time foiled by a lightning quick burst of sulphur, a hand tight around arm or wrist or the collar of her shirt. they're sitting in the den, heads bent over a chess board, when the clock rolls over and everything goes black.
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Rated M for Massage Therapy
Here, take this. I am hopelessly caught in my AvaLil feelings whirlpool, and the violent currents have shaken this out of me. Once again, this is set in my Twitch AU, which has two other parts here and here, one tame and and one decidedly not tame. This one is just tooth-rotting sweetness though. And I’ll probably put it up on ao3 now, so I’ll add the link here when I do. Enjoy!
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It wasn’t something Lilith noticed right away. How could she, really? Their first interactions at the bar were understandably shallow, and Ava was very good at hiding the signs. She danced around the bar with perfectly careless grace, mixing drinks and applying garnishes like it was what she was born to do. She danced around Lilith with the same gangly, uncoordinated charm, smiling that million watt smile and flirting with devious grins and terrible jokes. It was all remarkably guileless to the untrained eye.
Lilith would learn in the following months that subtle subterfuges were Ava’s specialty, small mistruths and lies of omission that she told to protect herself from the scrutiny of others. From their doubt, and their pity. This revelation came on slowly, as they so often do, starting with little incongruities that gradually painted a larger picture.
The first time she saw Ava drop a drink, she didn’t think anything of it. A common mistake, with nothing noteworthy about it, except perhaps the look on her face when it happened. Surprise would be expected, maybe even a flash of panic and a cringing grimace as the glass hit the floor. Yes, that would have all been very normal. But the small quiver in her lip, the way her hands shook in the seconds afterward, and the quiet despair in her eyes were very much not normal. She brushed it off quickly though, laughing loudly and apologizing with an exaggerated bow to the patron she was serving. It was concerning, but Lilith didn’t know Ava very well at that point, and the incident slipped from her mind just as quickly as it occurred.
It kept happening, though. Not frequently, or regularly, but enough to eventually raise an eyebrow. There were other little flags too, ones she only picked up on when she started watching Ava with more than friendly interest. Ava was a restless girl, incurably fidgety. She was constantly wiggling and bouncing about. She was clumsy in an endearing way, and always looking for something to occupy her hands with, be it a shaker, a pen, or once, memorably, an ice hammer. So any time she was still, any instance her movements were contained and careful, was something to pay attention to. There were days when Lilith spent hours after work just watching Ava do her job, and she found herself genuinely perturbed when the other woman seemed to be restraining herself. No playful flourishes, no thoughtless bar tricks, not even any spinning and twirling between customers. It was all very unsettling.
Bigger, more obvious signs appeared when they stopped circling each other and officially started dating. Ava’s tiny apartment was stocked with a multitude of curious items, some that Lilith expected, like silly trinkets and extremely tacky novelty mugs, and some she didn’t, like heat packs, grip strengtheners, and resistance bands. More telling still was her medicine drawer, which Lilith found by accident the morning after their first night together. Ava had gabapentin, tramadol, extra large bottles of tylenol and ibuprofen, and capsaicin cream, all strategically clustered together behind her toothpaste, moisturizers, and hair brushes.
Lilith was quick to put the pieces together after that, but she didn’t confront Ava about it. Too many times in her life, she had damaged or broken something important by pushing too hard or coming on too strong. She lost her first job prospect out of law school that way, and the fallout of that mistake was painful to think about even to this day. She refused to do that with Ava, especially when what they had was still so new and delicate. She resolved to wait until Ava was ready to bring it up herself.
But she never did. Lilith waited, keeping her discoveries to herself, but she was waiting in vain. Ava never talked about it. She kept this secret locked tightly inside herself, putting a wall around it and covering it in barbed wire and caution tape, leaving Lilith at a loss for what to do.
She thought she understood why Ava was so reticent about it. After all, she had plenty of her own difficult secrets she was struggling to share, none of which were life-altering, physical disabilities. She just wanted to let Ava know, somehow, that she didn’t think of her any differently for it. To be frank, she was already falling pathetically in love with her, and every new thing she learned about Ava just added fuel to the wildfire.
Lilith decided to keep waiting, but she didn’t do it idly. She started researching instead, reading medical journals and scrolling through websites for organizations like the Foundation for Peripheral Neuropathy. She knew there probably wasn’t much she could add that Ava didn’t already know, but she resolved to jump on anything she could find. The resources she looked at frequently highlighted the benefits of massage therapy, so she decided to start there. During her few moments of downtime at work, waiting for meetings to start or milling about the courthouse, she read guides and watched videos detailing the best techniques for hand and finger massage, practicing the motions on herself until she felt she could do them with some confidence.
It was a small gesture in the grand scheme of things, but she committed to it. She kept practicing while she waited for Ava, holding onto the skill for whenever she needed it.
The moment arrived approximately five months into their relationship. She was at Ava’s apartment to pick her up for their date, only to be left outside the door when her girlfriend didn’t answer her knock. After a minute of standing around awkwardly, Lilith pulled out the spare key Ava gave her and quietly let herself in.
Inside, she found most of the lights shut off, the space darkening rapidly with the setting sun. The only light that was on came from the skeletal kitchen. Ava was slumped at the card table that was her main sitting space, her head lying against its surface while her hands were sticking up in the air, clenching and unclenching repeatedly. Next to her were two different bottles of pain medication as well as her tube of capsaicin cream, all open. Lilith had planned for them to go to a reasonably high-end restaurant owned by her friends Mary and Shannon, but Ava was barely even dressed, wearing nothing but a pair of boyshorts and an overlarge t-shirt. Sitting there, half curled in on herself, she looked very small, in a way that triggered all of Lilith’s intense protective instincts.
She moved into the kitchen hastily, taking louder steps than she realized, and Ava jumped, lifting her head from the table and gawking at her owlishly. “Lilith?”
“Uh, hi.” Lilith stopped in her tracks just inside the threshold. “I, um…” Her mother would pinch her for stammering if she was here. “I came to pick you up.”
“Oh,” Ava said dumbly. “Right, shit.” She looked around her kitchen and then down at herself. “Shit, sorry, I guess the time really got away from me.” She started fumbling with the items on the table, grabbing the open bottles and clumsily trying to stick the lids back on as casually as possible. “I’ll be ready in a minute. I can… I’ll be ready.” Her fingers were fumbling to twist the cap back on the cream, but when she realized Lilith was watching her, she quickly turned away. “Do you want to wait outside? I just need a couple minutes to get dressed and do my make-up.”
Lilith stood there for a long moment, contemplating her options. She could let Ava hide again, let her keep all of this to herself for god knows how long. Or she could take a chance, and maybe this night would end without her fucking everything up.
“Wait!” She finally said, speaking rapidly before Ava could retreat any further.
She watched the other woman pause before slowly glancing back at her. Her shoulders were tense, but her expression was just cautious.
Lilith carefully pulled the second chair out from the table, set her purse down, and sat in it. “Sit with me?”
Like a wary animal watching out for traps, Ava slowly sat back down, putting the yet uncapped tube back on the table. She watched Lilith, waiting for her next move, and Lilith hated the uncertainty in her expression, and the vague resignation. It was a look she sometimes got when they fought, and Lilith hated it because it meant that Ava thought she had already lost.
“Can I try something?” She asked.
Ava stared at her, eyes slightly narrowed. “Try what?”
Lilith held her hand up, palm open. “Give me one of your hands.”
“Lilith…”
“Ava, please,” she pleaded softly. “Just let me try.”
Ava kept staring for several eternal seconds, glancing between Lilith’s face and her hand. Then, she finally acquiesced, carefully placing her left hand in Lilith’s right. Lilith rewarded her with a small smile, before bringing her free hand up to join its counterpart.
“I will admit, I’ve only tried this on myself,” she prefaced, trying to inject some levity. “And not very well. But I’ve studied all the tutorials I could find, so…” After taking a deep breath through her nose, she started moving her fingers along Ava’s hand.
They were both silent as she worked. Lilith focused all of her attention on the task at hand, rubbing with firm, meticulous strokes and seeking out the pressure points and special areas identified in the guides. She kept her touches fairly simple. Some of the more advanced techniques were quite involved, but she stuck mainly to effleurage, cautiously rubbing her fingers into Ava’s skin as the tutorials had instructed.
Ava watched her intently the entire time, and she was acutely aware of it. She didn’t let herself falter, however, and pressed on. After several quiet minutes, Lilith stopped and cupped Ava’s hand in both of hers. “Does it feel any better?” This was the moment of truth, the moment where she would find out if her efforts were misplaced, or if they would be worth it.
Ava licked her lips, a whirlwind of emotions on her face. “Did you know this whole time?” She asked.
How to answer… “No,” she said honestly. “At first, I had no idea. I just… noticed things over time. And I found…” She glanced meaningfully at the capsaicin cream, and Ava followed her gaze.
“You never said anything,” she said, almost too quietly to understand.
Lilith took another deep breath, all while stroking her thumbs across the back of Ava’s hand. “I didn’t want to ambush you. You didn’t exactly seem ready to talk about it.”
“But you learned how to do a hand massage in the meantime?”
Lilith nodded. “I did. I still wanted to help, so I did some research.” She leaned forward in her seat. “You didn’t answer my question though, Aves. Does your hand feel better?”
Ava blinked several times, and Lilith could see her throat move as she swallowed. “It does,” she answered roughly.
Lilith breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh good. If it didn’t, I was going to sue the guide makers.”
Ava barked out a surprised laugh. “Oh come on, Lil, you can’t take someone to court just for writing a mediocre massage guide.”
“I certainly can,” she responded archly. “It would have been false advertising. They charged a high price for the course.”
“...You paid a bunch of money just to learn massage therapy to help me with my pain?”
The humor faded from Lilith’s expression, replaced by fierce earnestness. “Of course I did,” she said. “You matter to me, silly. I hate when you’re in pain. I know you’ve been trying to keep it from me. You hid it very well, but I still noticed.”
“I wasn’t.” Ava cut herself off, inhaled sharply, and then continued. “I wasn’t trying to keep it from you for a bad reason. I just…”
Lilith only shook her head. “You don’t have to justify yourself to me, Aves. I think I get it, actually.” She looked down at their joined hands again. “There are things I haven’t told you either. Hard things. Things I never imagined telling someone else, even you.” She sighed. “So I get it, at least a little. And, I know this happened without your consent, but I’m not going to force you to talk about it if you don’t want to. I will never do that to you.” She squeezed Ava’s hand, careful not to do it too hard. “But if you do want to talk, I’ll be here. You’ve got me.”
Ava’s lips quirked into a watery smile. “I’ve got you?”
“Mmhm, your awful puns and terrible mug collection have captivated me.”
She laughed again, and this time didn’t stop, giggling madly as she roughly wiped her eyes on her forearm. She made no attempt to reclaim her hand.
“Why was I so scared of telling you?” She asked herself. “I mean, I knew you wouldn’t think less of me. I knew it.”
Lilith scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous. As if our fears cared a whit about rationality. Give me your other hand, so I can treat them both.”
Ava tilted her head like a puppy and glanced at the clock. “If we do that, we’ll be late.”
“That does not concern me.”
“But what about the reservation?”
Lilith just shook her head. “Trivial. I know the owners. They’ll fit us in when we’re ready.”
“Bougie,” Ava teased, her smile now steady and bright.
Lilith shrugged primly. “It simply pays to make connections wherever you can find them. But tonight, we’ll order in.”
“Lebanese?”
She smiled, the last bit of worry easing from her mind. “Lebanese.”
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Admit it, Lilith, this moment made you want Ava as much as you wanted to gut her...
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“don’t touch me!” for a prompt! godspeed on ur late shift
ALRIGHT this was a dope prompt, thank u so much.
got this done in one sitting but it DID run away from me a little. or like. severely. depending on your definition
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“No, fuck off, stop,” Ava sputters, dragging herself weakly away by the one arm she can move, lower body leaden and stiff. “Don’t touch me.”
Lilith, weirdly to her credit, at least hesitates. She doesn’t actually listen, presumably because hell hasn’t frozen over, but she pauses a moment before continuing her approach towards Ava.
“Calm down,” Lilith says, voice crisp and accented like a Disney movie villain. She steps closer, kicking up dust Ava can taste on the back of her tongue, and leans down, pulling one of Ava’s arms over her shoulders, sliding one of her own arms beneath Ava’s knees, hoisting her upward with complete and total ease. Like lifting a sack of potatoes.
Ava thrashes, as much as she can (which isn’t much), heart thundering in her ears. “I said stop! Lilith!”
“Ow!” Lilith yelps, jerking her head away and scowling down at Ava. “Did you just bite me?”
continue reading on ao3
#warrior nun#avalil#ava x lilith#sister lilith#ava silva#replies#appleciders#explosionfic#this MIGHT get the ao3 migration treatment later#anyway i love them so much they're so fuckin dumb
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What do Sister Irene from The Nun and Ava Silva from Warrior Nun have in common? Well, they're both badass. And, they both sometimes get driven to near-madness, as they deal with their demonic SOs' evil shenanigans.
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Irene, rubbing her forehead: Valak, quit tormenting these children, they did nothing to you... -_-
Ava, opening a bottle of whiskey: Lilith, killing people is not nice :(
#warrior nun#the nun#the conjuring fandom#horror fandom#the conjuring universe#conjurverse#warrior nun fandom#wn fandom#sister irene#valak#ava silva#sister lilith#otp#death and the maiden#avalil#valak x sister irene#valak/sister irene#ava x lilith#lilith/ava#heroine x villain#conjurverse crack#warrior nun crack
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hot girls ship fallenhalo (ava x lilith) and avatrice. hotter girls also ship beatrice x lilith. hottest girls ship all three of them with each other simultaneously as a poly relationship & as individual separate ships
#warrior nun#ava silva#sister beatrice#sister lilith#avatrice#fallenhalo#beatrice x lilith#ava x lilith#ava x beatrice x lilith#wn
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Ava x Lilith 😘
thanks for the prompt, esther :) tysm for including the screenshot too, it was impossible to write seriously while looking at the sims option. blasted my focus to bits
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A quick tug in her belly and then she’s inside the office, muscles tense and body stock-still as her eyes rove around the dark room. Her gaze flicks to the security cameras interspersed along the edges of the ceiling, taking in the lack of blinking red lights – there won’t be any prying eyes on them.
“All clear. Cameras dark, no hostiles. Cam, time please?”
A crackle of the comms, then: “Five minutes, forty-three seconds.”
“Copy. Thanks, Cam.”
A beat, two. A tell-tale hum at the base of her head, and Ava phases through the ceiling and lands in a crouch beside her. She straightens with a small hop and brushes the imaginary dust off of her shoulders. Ava’s decked out from head to toe in form-fitting dark leather armour, cruciform sword strapped to her back, face set in grim determination, and she’d cut quite the imposing figure of Warrior Nun if she didn’t insist on wearing that ridiculous baseball cap at every opportunity.
Ava looks over to her and smirks, tipping the frayed bill of her cap towards Lilith while giving her a shameless once-over. “Now, what’s a place like you doing in a girl like this?”
Lilith glares. “I’m on a stealth intel-retrieval mission. You are too.”
Ava chuckles, undeterred by Lilith’s sour expression. “Yes, I know.” It only takes her two small steps before they’re chest-to-chest, bodies flush against each other, and the burst of warmth that travels up Lilith’s spine makes her want to spread her wings out to better dissipate the heat.
“We don’t have a lot of time, just put it in already.”
“That’s what she said.”
“Must you test the limits of my patience in each and every mission?” Lilith hisses.
“Relax,” Ava murmurs, “We’ve got plenty of time.” Her voice drops low to keep the illusion of quiet. Their gazes stay locked as Ava brings a hand to the side pocket of her vest, the growl of the zipper deafening in the silence of the room.
She retrieves the USB stick and brings it up until it’s within Lilith’s line of sight, and she waggles her eyebrows for good measure before turning away to insert it into the laptop with a soft click. “Okay! Cam, you’re up.” Lilith exhales, slow and even. Focus.
“Copying files now; this shouldn’t take more than three minutes. I’ll let you know when you can remove the disk.”
“Roger that.” The progress bar pops up, percentage increasing at a merry rate.
The frantic clicking of keys on the other end of the line turns into background lull, the sound familiar and comforting after a dozen missions. They’re on standby until Camila gives them the go-ahead to remove the hard-disk before she installs the virus to infect the local server. Ava’s already drifted off to inspect the various knick-knacks that line the office walls, and when she spots Lilith looking, she grins and jerks her thumb to the item hung behind her.
Lilith stalks over to inspect the giant shark’s head mounted on the wall, her lip curling at the smooth, polished sheen of its skin. Weird, but definitely not the strangest office decor she’s ever encountered.
The sudden whir of the elevator’s motors catches Lilith’s attention, her keen ears picking up the accompanying thuds of heavy boots, both ascending to their level. So much for a quiet mission. Her wings spread out and her claws unsheathe in tandem. “Aves, we’ve got company. Cam, status?”
“Just a bit more! Can you hold them off for the time being? There seems to be–”
Static crackles for a second before the line shuts off completely. “Cam? Camila! Do you copy?”
No answer. “Damn.” Lilith glances over to Ava to find her already looking back, fingers tapping against her own earpiece and shaking her head. The march of combat boots on linoleum is getting louder, loud enough that even Ava can hear it, and she chances a look at the double doors before grabbing the laptop and shoving it into the open space beneath the desk, none too gently. Lilith winces at the dull thud it makes against the hardwood floor before she ducks underneath to hide, both of them barely managing to cower behind the desk. Ava’s elbow knocks into her ribs. One of her wings is caught between her body and the desk; it’s already starting to cramp.
Ava’s kneeled in front of the laptop, back hunched and eyes squinting at the screen. “Uh, okay – I see the cursor moving around, and the progress bar’s at eighty-five – no, eighty-six percent now, so Cam’s still on it.”
Lilith growls. They’ll manage to have the files copied in time, but not fast enough to make a clean exit before they’re stormed. A fight it is, and Ava seems to have come to the same conclusion as she fidgets with the scabbard of her sword, with the chape of it. Impatience itches under her skin, and Lilith peeks over the edge of the desk, notes the lack of doors aside from the singular set that’s in front of the room – one entrance, one exit.
A stairwell door bangs open somewhere on their floor and someone barks out a command, and suddenly she feels Ava’s hand cup around the nape of her neck, feels their mouths meet as she gives Lilith a quick but bruising kiss. Ava pulls away but stays close, ‘see you on the flip side’ murmured against her lips.
Lilith grabs her hand before she can get too far. “Ava, wait.” The shouts get louder, boots thundering down the corridor towards their room. Ava’s forearms tenses in her grip, ready to bolt into action, but she heeds the request and arches an eyebrow; the plan’s already laid out, and Lilith’s never been one to stall. This isn’t the first discreet mission where they’ll have to go loud, either, and it certainly won’t be the last.
Lilith bites her lip and hesitates, the tempo of her heartbeat matching the rapid footsteps outside. Will she, won’t she, why won’t she – oh, fuck it. “Be careful.”
Ava shoots her a grin, cocky and confident and so infuriatingly hot. “Always am.”
“You literally got stabbed last time–”
“I love you too.” Lilith scoffs, but she curls the edge of a wing around Ava’s shoulder before she retracts it; nothing more than a light brush, a mere suggestion of something, but Ava’s smile softens. The backs of her fingers stroke gently against the inside of Lilith’s wing, and Lilith swallows; it’s too slow, too tender for a moment such as this, a moment that would very much be stained quick with the flash of steel and blood.
They’re interrupted by a cheerful ding! from the computer, and Ava gives a quiet whoop in celebration at the fully green progress bar. She tugs the thumb-drive out and tosses it up, snatching it out of the air and placing it securely in her pocket, right as the heavy oak doors blast open. Flashlights from guns sweep back and forth as they go searching, searching; the beams don’t find them, not yet. The Director’s office is luxurious in its square footage, but there’s only so much area to cover, only so much time before they’re found.
Ava adjusts her cap so that it’s bill-backwards before she unsheathes her sword in one smooth, practiced motion. The blue glow of it plays across the contours of her face; it coaxes the shadows to settle above the arches of her brows, between the seam of full lips, behind the firm architecture of her nose. Her cheekbones cut sharp, her teeth glint with hunger, and Lilith thinks she’s never more beautiful than in moments like these – seconds away from a fight, where Lilith can almost taste the energy and anticipation radiating off of Ava’s skin, the thrum of it sharp and sweet in the air.
She licks her lips. “Exfil?”
Ava looks over as she crouches in place, ready. She looks excited. She looks good. “We’ll make our own way out, Lil, you and me. Now, let’s show these guys exactly who they’re messing with.”
#warrior nun#warrior nun fic#ava x lilith#ava silva#sister lilith#penguin writes#dredgengrace#they're infiltrating the remnants of the FBC idk. some fun stealth mission#cam is in the van. comms in one ear and rock music in a separate earbud -- she has to monitor the field agents' comms but at least#this way she can drown out their incessant flirting AND keep an eye out#cam: it's called multitasking!#the progress bar on the laptop is part of the GUI that cam coded :)#she could very easily have just made a solitary countdown clock for when the computer stuff would be done. i.e. 'X [time] until completion'#but progress bars are fun so she included that too. she coded it so when the bar reaches 100% it shows a smiley face with a thumbs-up emote#OCS field agent: this is great. im gonna get a good grade in Fieldwork. something that is normal to want and possible to achieve--
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is there anything funnier than the tired, almost petulant but mostly resigned "aww fuck" ava lets out when lilith grabs her by the collar and pulls her up
#warrior nun#ava x lilith#i'm rewatching wn s2#tfw ur narrative foil finds you kinda paralyzed on the rooftop and is about to beat you up AGAIN
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“i never pegged you as a picnic person. it’s a nice surprise.” + Lilith/Ava (optional: Bea also) :0?
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When Ava makes it to the end of the lakeside path, having taken ample time to enjoy the view and give Lilith the space she'd so clearly needed, Lilith has spread out a blanket on the grass and is unpacking the picnic basket. She glances up at Ava's approach, a stricken look on her face.
"What're we having?" Ava asks, and Lilith's shoulders relax at the out Ava has so clearly served up.
There's an ease to Lilith as she details the contents of the basket, as though she's memorised them in preparation for the question. Ava transfers smoothly from her chair to the blanket and grabs her seat cushion, settling firmly on it with a sigh. Lilith reaches the tailend of her rundown of the charcuterie board, and Ava's lips curl into a smirk at her last addition.
"Chocolate-covered strawberries, Lil? What is this, a romcom?"
Lilith's ears go pink.
Ava ducks her head to hide her smirk and watches Lilith out of the corner of her eye. When Lilith has seemingly regained her composure, Ava speaks up again. "Can we talk about what had you running scared just now?"
"I wasn't running. Nor was I afraid."
"Babe, you said you wanted me in your life and then took off like a startled rabbit."
"I did not."
"You absolutely did. Wanna tell me why?"
Lilith shifts uncomfortably. "Not particularly."
"Lilith."
"You simply seem to have slotted easily into my life already, without me being conscious of it. So me stating that openly to you seemed like the natural next step." Lilith lays her hand on Ava's knee, palm up, and Ava takes it, threading their fingers together and giving a comforting squeeze. She strokes her thumb back and forth across the back of Lilith's hand as Lilith continues. "You do so well with Libby. Beatrice is enamoured by you, for some incomprehensible reason, and she said that Shannon likes you and Mary only looks like she wants to throttle you half the time."
Ava smiles gently. "Okay, but what about you?"
"You're rather exceptional in bed."
Ava stills her movement, twists her hand so that she can pinch the webbing between Lilith's thumb and forefinger in soft rebuke. "Lilith. Please."
"You'd just like to hear me sing your praises."
"I'd just like to hear something positive from you about me that doesn't involve how well we fuck," Ava says, gaining an edge to her tone. "It's getting a bit old."
"I…" Lilith's jaw works, but she comes up empty, lapses back into silence.
Ava pulls her hand away and Lilith's fingers stay splayed open on Ava's knee, the tender flesh of her palm exposed to the sky. "All of this is very sweet, Lilith, but the feeling I get is that it's formulaic. That this is what you think you should do, rather than what you actually want to do. Even this picnic feels to me like you've googled 'romantic dates' and pulled a checklist from the first search result."
Lilith swallows audibly. "I did," she admits. "That's what I did."
Ava sighs. "Lilith…"
Lilith withdraws her hand and fixes her gaze on the far shore, her jaw working as she picks at her cuticles. "I'm not good at this," she admits. "I've never been good at this."
"I don't need you to be good at this. I just need you to figure out whether you actually want me in your life or you just want me in you and think that this is the way to get that."
Lilith gives a wet little laugh, and it's then that Ava spots the barest glint of tears at the very corners of her eyes. "I want to be good at it. I want you in my life. You're kind and generous and compassionate and caring and I like you. I like being with you." She takes a steadying breath and her eyes clear. "I enjoy learning about you. I'm sorry that I haven't been as open about that as I could have been. I– I don't know that I've ever had to step outside of my comfort zone like this, and I like that you challenge me in a way that makes me want to not only do it, but actively improve at it."
"Okay. Wow. Okay. Wanna go finger me in the car?"
"Ava."
Ava laughs brightly. "Couldn't resist, babe." She braces her hand on Lilith's thigh and leans over to kiss her cheek. "Thank you for trusting me with that." She lets her weight sink into Lilith's shoulder and, with an exaggerated groan of annoyance, Lilith lifts her arm to allow Ava to burrow closer into her side. "I like you, too, you know. I'm so happy you're in my life. And I do really appreciate this gesture," she adds, motioning towards the spread. "You're very sweet, Lilith, no matter how much you want to pretend you're not."
Ava can feel Lilith's grumble in her chest, but then Lilith sighs. "I will allow that, the once. What do you want to try first?"
"Did you make the hummus yourself?"
"I did."
"Then that, definitely, with the crostini."
"Good choice, I made those too."
"Even better."
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Rated E for Elden Ring
So this was a funny little silly idea that somehow turned into a 6000+ word monster. Don’t ask me how. It is set in my Twitch AU or Gamer AU, where Ava is a Twitch streamer and Lilith is a lawyer. They live together and are in love. This originated from a small writing prompt about a month ago that you can read here, and I just got inspiration to expand on it. Hope you guys enjoy!
Rated: E for Elden Ring (officially made this the title hehe)
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It was supposed to be a surprise. That’s what you had planned for. And you really did. Plan, that is. You thought of everything. You picked out the day almost two weeks in advance, you changed your stream schedule accordingly so you would have most of the night free, you even covertly snuck peeks at Lilith’s work calendar to make sure the timing was right. You did your research while she was away at the courthouse. You hovered around the front door of your apartment building like a creep to intercept the package and hide it before she got home. You even sacrificed your practice time with the new COD game to watch literal hours of tutorial videos to make sure you wouldn’t mess it up. You did everything, all for her.
Lilith’s caseload had been driving her to exhaustion for the past month. Her schedule had been packed wall-to-wall with difficult court battle after difficult court battle, and it showed no sign of easing up any time soon. Being the most well-regarded civil attorney in the city had many advantages, but the price she paid to do it often seemed just as high.
You could tell that the stress was slowly wearing her down to the bone. She was accustomed to working long hours, but this was excessive. There were days where you barely saw her because she would leave for early meetings and not get back until you were getting into bed. She was bristly by nature, but as the weeks wore on, she was becoming downright moody, grumbling and growling at the smallest inconveniences. Three days ago, you caught her slapping the printer around when it had the audacity to jam.
It was all getting to be too much, and you wanted to try to help before it could get any worse. But it was a tall order to fill, and for a while you weren't sure that you could do it. You weren't a lawyer, and quite frankly you didn't know shit about laws and courts and whatever, so it's not like you could make her actual job easier. You had briefly entertained a fantasy of breaking into the courtroom MGS-style and rearranging all of their schedules, but that was as far as you went down that avenue. No, if you were going to pull this off, you'd have to utilize your own special set of skills.
You knew a large part of Lilith’s frustration was sexual. It had already been a week since the last time you both had the energy and time to do anything, and for two highly physical people, one week of blue balls was tantamount to torture. (You were feeling it too. Your vibrator had seen more use in the past four days than it had since you started dating.) So, you figured the best way to help her cool off was to, paradoxically, spend an entire evening having really, really hot sex. Thus, the seed of your eventual plan was born.
Lilith wasn’t one for big gifts or grand gestures. You suspected that any fondness she might have had for them was long ago drained out of her by her family. This wasn’t really big or grand, but you put time into it, and you made your decisions with her in mind, so you thought she would appreciate it more.
Your grand scheme was this: Lilith was supposed to get home around 5, the earliest she's been able to manage in weeks, and you were going to be ready. You had made the arduous trek to the nearest liquor store to find a bottle of her favorite wine and shelled out a tear-jerking amount of money to buy it. When she got home, you would present her with a glass and coax her into relaxing on your couch while you went to do your stream. Then, half-way through your stream, you would place an order out to the Lebanese place down the street to show up around when you finished. Finally, when the stream was done and you were able to lure her in with delicious takeout, you would reveal your surprise.
That last part proved to be the most difficult, which you probably should have expected. Even now, with thirty minutes to spare, you couldn’t resist peeking down your t-shirt to make sure the configurations you had painstakingly labored over were still holding up.
Who knew there were so many types of bondage ribbons? Okay sike, you did, because this idea didn’t spring fully-formed from your brain meat on a whim. What you didn’t know was just how many ways they could be used. There was legit, like, a whole-ass art form about it Your research had led you down a somewhat dizzying rabbit hole of bondage 101 and shibari tutorial sites, deep enough to have you sounding out terms like "loop chain", "gote", and "hishi karada". You knew you wanted something you could hide under your clothes, and within that parameter alone there were almost too many options to choose from. You settled on one that looked elaborate but that the tutorials promised would be easier than most: the diamond hishi karada. This tie would see lines of silk criss cross along the whole of your torso and back, framing your tits, looping low around your neck, and forming a lattice that would hold securely for as long as you needed it to.
Once you decided on the tie, you picked out the ribbon. Lilith was reticent by nature, and often kept her thoughts and feelings thoroughly closed off to others, but there were some things even she couldn’t hide from an observant eye. One was that she was kind of obsessed with fine fabrics, the nicer the better. When you first started dating seriously, she was quick to lavish you with gifts of expensive clothes, silks and cashmeres selected by hand and meticulously tested for quality before she brought them home. (The very first time she did this was one of your favorite memories of her. She showed up at your shitty studio apartment with a glare so focused and serious that you thought she was breaking up with you two weeks into your relationship. Imagine your surprise when instead she stiffly presented you with a box from one of the most bougie boutiques in the city. She was so serious about it that you couldn’t help but laugh at how severe her face was as she gave it to you. You teased her about terrifying some poor shop girl before kissing the responding scowl right off her face.)
The second thing she couldn’t hide was her favorite color. It showed up in little ways in her wardrobe, and around her space. It was always just a touch, an accent, nothing that could ever be called overwhelming or garish, but you were quick to cotton on to it. Lilith loved blue. All kinds, but especially darker shades like navy and midnight. It was evident if you knew what to look for, and therefore obvious to you since you made a hobby of watching everything your girlfriend said and did. A blue blouse tucked neatly inside a neutral gray blazer, sleek silver jewelry crusted in tiny sapphires, an indigo phone case and small pieces of furniture, never larger than a lamp or the cushion of a chair. Lilith was taught to restrain herself in every aspect of her life. That was apparent almost from the moment you met her. But she couldn’t suppress everything, and you had been working very carefully over the past year and a half to coax her into expressing more her tastes and interests.
So with that in mind, picking the ribbon was pretty easy. You took some haphazard measurements of your body in order to select the right length, and you researched what kind of fabric would be strong enough for the activities you wanted it for. The guides you read suggested silk (and boy, was it not cheap), so you found the brand with the right colors and the best reviews and paid to have it shipped as quickly as possible.
Now, you were here, finally triumphant after laboring intensely to tie the knots correctly and make the lattice fit comfortably on your body. With fifteen minutes left, you busied yourself by doing a very cursory clean of the apartment before getting out a glass and opening up the wine.
This was where you made a mistake, however. You had never been very good at patience or waiting around when you knew something was about to happen. You were restless and fidgety by nature, and you would inevitably look for anything to occupy yourself with. In this instance, that meant turning on some tunes with your mini speaker and dancing around the kitchen while you waited for Lilith to get home. As a result, you didn’t actually hear her when she came in, and you only realized she was there when she put a hand on your arm out of nowhere while you were pouring the wine into her glass.
“Shit!” You yelped, spinning around without thinking, the mostly full glass still clutched in your hand. You managed to avoid barreling right into her, but there was nothing you could do to stop the ruby-colored liquid from splashing out of its container and directly onto the front of her work suit. “Babe, I… shit, you startled me!”
Lilith was silent, looking down at the wet mess you’ve just made of her clothes. You saw her jaw tense, watched it tick to the side a bit as if she was grinding her teeth. And then, she sighed sharply. “Ava.” She pressed her lips together in a tight line, looking like she wanted to say more, but thought better of it. “No, it’s fine.” She straightened up and started shrugging off her coat with stiff shoulders.
“Babe?” You asked tentatively, setting the treacherous glass on the table and taking a careful step toward her. “I’m sorry… I didn’t hear you come in.”
She nodded shortly. “It’s fine, Ava. The fabric is dark, it’ll wash out.” The very obvious tension in her frame told you it was not, in fact, fine, but you were at a loss for what to do about it.
“Are you okay?” You asked softly, watching her mouth twist angrily at the question. “I-I mean, how was work?”
“Shit, like always,” she growled, grabbing the buttons of her blouse to undo it with rough movements. You stayed where you were, not touching her just yet when she was so clearly upset and trying to contain it.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No,” she bit out, and then stopped. She finished unbuttoning her shirt and let her hands drop loosely to her side, all while shutting her eyes tight and taking several deep breaths. You waited, letting her regain herself the way she preferred to. When she opened her eyes again, she looked calmer, but her attention dropped down to you; or rather, your shirt. “There’s some on you,” she said, reaching out and ghosting her fingers over a spot on your abdomen.
You looked down and realized she was right. While it wasn’t the theme park splash zone you’d just made of her clothes, there was still a decently-sized stain there. “Crap,” you hissed and, without thinking, pulled up your shirt to get a better look at it, oblivious to Lilith’s eyes watching you like a hawk. “This stuff comes out with peroxide, right? Aren’t you supposed to mix it with the detergent—?”
“What’s that?” You looked back up at her, only to find her eyes locked on your belly. Oh.
“Oh, uh…” Blushing hard, you tried to shove your shirt back in place. “Uh, it’s nothing.” Your efforts were thwarted, however, by her hands shooting out and catching yours before you could re-hide what you had inadvertently revealed. Biting your lip, you let go, allowing her to lift your shirt back up again, baring the lower half of the ribbon tie to her inspection. She just stared at it. You could see her eyes following the many criss-crossing lines, seeing how they framed your stomach, stretched around to your back, and climbed further up your chest where the shirt still concealed them.
She was completely fixated. You couldn’t tell what she was thinking, only that the gears of her brain were spinning like crazy. You decided to just come clean, as clearly there would be no salvaging your initial plan of action. “It was supposed to be a surprise,” you explained lamely. “I was going to show you after my stream, but uh, well…” You smiled sheepishly at her, rubbing the back of your neck. “Surprise?”
Lilith looked back up at you but didn’t say anything for a long moment. Her fingers twitched against your waist, the pads pressing into your ribs. Her eyes slowly dropped again, tracing a path back down to your belly that you swore you could feel like a laser on your skin. With one hand holding you in place, she ran her middle and index fingers along the length of the deep blue silk, following the groove of it up your body and stopping just below where your shirt had ridden up. She looked up again, wordlessly asking for permission. When you nodded, licking your lips, she delicately lifted your t-shirt up over your breasts.
“This is for me?” She asked, voice quiet and accented with awe. She caressed the elaborate lattice with her fingertips, so lightly that you wouldn’t notice if you weren’t watching her every move. She touched the knot at the center of your chest and pressed it against your sternum, provoking a shiver from you that had you leaning forward into her hand. Her eyes were on yours again, and they were full of dark fire, raging with an entirely different emotion from the one she started with. She covered the knot with her open palm while she used her other arm to pull you in close. “You said you have a stream tonight?”
Lilith’s voice was painfully sexy in normal circumstances, but the raw desire in her tone was enough to make your knees shake. “Y-yeah. It’s not long, just a couple hours. I… I could cancel. It’s not a big deal.” Please tell me to cancel, please tell me to cancel, please, please, please…
The corners of her mouth quirked into a crooked smile while you watched with captive fascination. “I have a better idea,” she said, pressing that crooked mouth right up against your ear. What she whispered to you then, hot and hungry and smug, made you flush pink from head to toe. “Yes, Aves?” She asked, smirking against your cheek, already knowing what answer you would give.
“Yes,” you whimpered. “Yes, please.”
“Good girl,” she purred, stroking the ribbons again, making you whine. She took a small amount of pity on you and pulled you in for a kiss. It was slow and wanton and sweet, paradoxically letting you regain your composure while making you dizzy all over again. When you broke apart, she said, “I need to get changed, and you need to get ready for your viewers.” She pulled your shirt back down and rearranged it so the ribbons were fully hidden once again. It was an oddly gentlemanly move, given the situation, but that’s just how Lilith was. She pecked you once on the forehead before retreating to the bedroom, leaving you standing alone in the kitchen with a half-spilled glass of wine, a stained shirt, and panties you would definitely be throwing out by night’s end.
🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀
“Yo-yo-yo, what’s up, nerds? It’s ya girl Ava back again with Elden Ring!” Jesus Christ, why the fuck did you think this was a good idea? Stupid, horny brain. Stupid, beautiful girlfriend. “And guess what, peeps, we’ve got company tonight. Chat, say hi to Lilith! Lilith, say hi to Chat!” Lilith was a solid presence against your back. She was sitting in your gamer chair like she belonged there, lounging on it with you in her lap, held there securely by a single strong arm.
“Hello, chat persons,” she greeted coolly. Immediately you saw the chat explode with excited messages, a mix of greetings and exclamations. Your long-time fans greeted her with familiarity and spammed the feed with bat emojis, while your newer fans sent swarms of questions which were all some variation of “Whoa, is that your girlfriend???? She’s so hot!!!! 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀” or “You have a girlfriend??? Lmaoooooooo, no way, loser 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡”. You could practically feel her smirking at these comments while the game’s menu theme started to play. Her fingers skated evilly along the hem of your freshly chosen shirt, pausing occasionally to tug on the ribbons until they snapped lightly against your stomach. You tried to distract yourself from this by bantering with chat, but there was nothing in the world strong enough to divert your attention from what was going on between your legs.
Because what the chat couldn’t see, what you had carefully positioned the camera to conceal, was your lower half. More specifically, the apex of your thighs, where you were being stretched open by Lilith’s dick, practically staked on it while you soaked her boxers with your arousal. Evil girlfriend. Evil. It was one of your biggest ones too, indigo blue and thick as all hell. It didn’t see much use compared to some of your others, but when Lilith sauntered out of the bedroom holding it while looking at you like a mouse she wanted to devour, how were you supposed to say no?
The fullness was so much, too much. You were struggling just to form complex thoughts let alone competently play a video game. You had no idea how you were going to manage Elden Ring’s difficulty while also refraining from fucking yourself to completion in front of hundreds of people.
You did your best, practicing deep breathing exercises to keep your body relaxed while you loaded up your save and responded to messages. Your Tarnished stood up from the Site of Grace you paused at last time, deep in the Altus Plateau, and you milled about checking your inventory for a minute while Lilith rubbed idle circles beneath your belly button. Her muscular thighs were spread wide, keeping your legs open, and you had to make a conscious effort not to glance repeatedly at where your slickness was dribbling down between them. At your insistence, there was a towel there to contain the mess (because you paid good money for this chair and you were not about to ruin it) but you knew that if you looked, it would only make things worse.
In the interest of self-preservation, you tasked Lilith with keeping an eye on the chat while you played. It wasn’t much of a defense, as your girlfriend was unfortunately a very good multitasker, but it was better than letting her have total free reign to torment you as she pleased. If only your own body would behave itself too, you might just get through this stream without incident.
You summoned Torrent and set off in the direction of Volcano Manor, intent on starting the dungeon there and taking on the Godskin Noble and possibly Rykard if you got far enough. Along the way, you also figured you would try to take out the Ulcerated Tree Spirit on Mt. Gelmir to level up a bit. This was where the problems started to occur, because Ulcerated Tree Spirits were a shitfucking, goddamn, bitch and a half to fight when you didn’t have a massive sex toy sitting in your cunt, and now that you did, well… To say that your performance was lacking was a bit of an understatement. By your third death, Lilith didn’t feel like holding her tongue anymore, and chose instead to mercilessly tease you.
“I see now why you’ve been cursing so much recently,” she gently mocked, earning a flurry of agreement and 💯💯💯💯💯 from the chat. Then, when she snapped the ribbon against your skin and made you miss a very easy charged attack, she asked, “Why do you insist on using such a large weapon? Wouldn’t it be safer to fight from range?”
“Well, duh, it would be safer,” you snarked back. “But you’re not supposed to play these games safe. You’re supposed to get the biggest weapon you can find and swing it at them until they’re dead or you’re dead.”
“I see.” After two more failed attempts, you finally managed to kill the bastard, taking your runes immediately to the nearest Site of Grace to put them to use. While you argued with chat about the merits of Strength/Faith vs. Dex/Int builds (Strength/Faith was superior, obviously), Lilith must have decided that things were too peaceful, because she chose that very moment to start rubbing her middle finger along the side of your clit. You bit your cheek nearly hard enough to bleed to stop your treatise on greatshields from ending with a comically loud gasp. She didn’t let up, stroking slow, torturous circles against you and occasionally dipping down to playfully frame the space where your pussy and her cock met. She kept doing this, heedless of your fingers leaving nail marks on her knee, all while the towel beneath the both of you developed an increasingly large, dark stain.
Only when you were on the verge of insanity, bucking into her touch and riding Torrent into the stomp attack of a troll, did she show you mercy. She withdrew her hand and wrapped both arms around you to still your canting hips, all while she rested her chin on your shoulder.
The chat was bumping, but even with the high traffic, you still managed to catch messages now and then saying stuff like “You guys are so cute 😍😍😍” and sometimes more nerve-wracking things like “Why does Lilith look like a dragon hoarding treasure? 🤔🐉”. You did your best to ignore them and the warmth of your girlfriend’s body as you pushed on and finally made it to the start of the Volcano Manor dungeon. You didn’t think you would get to Rykard or the Godskin Noble today, but you wanted to at least make significant progress in the dungeon before calling it a night, so that’s what you set out to do for the rest of the stream.
After two hours of playing (two hours of torture) consisting mostly of you fucking up and getting lovingly owned in chat for it, you wound the stream down and said goodbye to your viewers. Lilith even offered them a stoic and detached good night, prompting a flood of “Good Night, Lilith!!!! 🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🛌🛌🛌🛌🛌🛌” messages in response. And she waited patiently for you to close everything up before speaking again.
“Is your camera completely off?” She asked, while her nails teased the skin of your ribcage over your shirt. You bit your lip hard and nodded, even going through the motions of double checking that all of your recording equipment was shut off while she watched. “Good.”
She moved without warning, shifting forward until both her feet were planted on the floor and then pushing you both up off the chair with nothing but her legs. You yelped in surprise as you unexpectedly fell forward, catching yourself on the desk while your pussy convulsed around her huge dick. She caught you by the hips to steady you, rubbing soothing circles into them and humming apologetically for the sudden change of position.
“Alright, Aves?” She asked, leaning forward to brace herself over your back. You nodded, but then whined pathetically when she tested your honesty with a push of her hips. “Use your words.”
“Mm, I-I’m good,” you managed to stammer. “You just surprised me.”
She hummed again. “One good surprise deserves another, don’t you think?” As she spoke, her hands slipped under your shirt and tangled themselves in lines of silk.
“I can take my shirt off,” you offered, trying not to shiver too much at the feeling.
In the dark reflection of your computer screen, you saw Lilith shake her head. “No, this is good.”
She clearly had you exactly where she wanted you, but you tried to regain a little bit of the upper hand with a joke. “You know, the point was for you to unwrap them.” All you get in response is a firm smack on the ass.
“You’re my present, aren’t you?” Her tone was imperious. “I’ll unwrap you when I like. Right now I want you like this.” One of her hands traced a searing path over your ribs and onto your back. She picked a spot between your shoulder blades where the lines of ribbon crossed and dug her fingers in there, taking such a firm hold that the silk was pulled taut against your tits. Her other hand landed on your ass again, possessively palming the pink spot where she smacked you.
“Do you think any of your fans guessed what we were doing?” She prompted, pressing her hips flush against you so the toy was buried up to the hilt. “Do you think they realized what a little slut their idol is?”
“Y… your slut,” you moaned, pushing your ass back on her. In the reflection, you could see the look of delight that took over her features.
“Mmhm, my slut,” she agreed, slowly pulling herself out of your cunt until only the tip lingered inside you. Just as slowly, she pushed back in, ending the thrust with a burst of extra force that made you whine. She did it again, using her grip on your back like a harness to pull you down onto her cock. “When did you come up with this idea?” You didn’t immediately respond, too caught in the maelstrom of sensations, and her free hand smacked you again. “Answer me, Ava.”
“Ten days ago,” you whimpered, unashamed by the way you arched into her commanding touch.
“Ten days?” She sounded genuinely surprised, even a little confused. “How did you know I would be free?”
“I looked at your work calendar while you were gone,” you admitted. “You didn’t have any extra meetings scheduled tonight, and I kept checking it to be sure.”
“Sneaky girl." She started moving at a slow, teasing pace, carefully coaxing your muscles to adjust to the girth of the strap. “Is that why you planned your stream this early?”
You nod. “So we could, mmf, so we could have the night together.” You ducked your head down so she wouldn’t see your face flush. “That’s why I got the wine.”
“I was curious about that,” she said. “You don’t like red.” Her free hand was back to petting your hip while she maintained her hold on you from above.
“It’s, fuck, it’s not that I don’t,” you protested. “It’s just not my favorite. I can barely drink as it is, so I have to be picky.” Because polyneuropathy is a fucking bitch.
She hummed again, thoughtfully. “And how long did it take to learn how to do this?” She asked, indicating the ribbons by yanking on them again.
“Four hours,” you admitted, the words trailing off into a whimper as your whole body was rocked against the desk by a powerful thrust. You probably should have moved the towel to the floor, because you were positive that you were starting to drip onto the hardwood.
“All that just for me?” The quiet awe from before was back.
You nodded fervently. “All for you.” Then, because the air felt a little bit too heavy, you added, “The knots were hard as shit to learn.”
She cooed sympathetically, but you could see her smirk turn devilish. “Then it’s good you’ll be getting plenty of practice now.”
You shivered, a flurry of images from the tutorial videos swirling around your head like cartoon stars. “Yeah?”
“Oh, yes,” she purred. “You went to all this effort. It would be a shame to let your new skills go to waste.” Her hips started pushing harder, increasing their speed by mere degrees but burying her cock inside you with new intensity. “You’ll wear it under your clothes again,” she told you, commanding you more like. “You’ll be tied up all pretty while you entertain those enthusiastic little cretins on your livestream.” Her free hand traveled up your body to grab a fistful of your hair, forcing your head up until you were staring into the blank computer screen. “They’ll watch you for hours, and never suspect a thing. And the entire time, you’ll be thinking about me, and about this.”
You keened, shaking under her hands while she fucked you deep and hard. “I always am,” you panted. “Thinking about you.”
“Sweet girl,” she crooned. “My perfect little slut.” Her words ended on a rough grunt as she started grinding against your ass, revealing how affected she truly was by all this. “I love fucking you this way. Why didn’t we think of this before?” She let your hair go so her hand could drop onto the desk on top of yours. She twined your fingers together as she braced herself above your back. She started moving faster, her other hand moving from your back to one of your tits, long fingers tugging harshly at your nipple. The sounds of sex were becoming overpowering, echoing off the walls and making you extremely grateful that this apartment complex actually gave a shit about their wall insulation. “You’re so wet, Aves. Two hours I spent feeling you soak my lap, and somehow there’s still more?”
“Your fault,” you pointed out breathlessly. “You wouldn’t stop teasing me.”
“You liked it.”
“My Tarnished didn’t like it.”
“What’s that term you're so fond of? Sounds like a ‘skill issue’?” She mocked, grinning right against your ear. You huffed, craning your neck to the side so you could shut her up by shoving your tongue down her throat. She allowed this, but retaliated smoothly by sliding her fingers back down to your clit. You were unable to keep the kiss going after that, breaking off with another helpless gasp. If she wasn’t actively turning your brain to mush, you would feel aggrieved at how effortlessly she played with your body and how easily you bent to her whims. As it was, however, your brain was thoroughly mush-ified, and thus it had other priorities.
“Fuck, baby, please,” you begged, shutting your eyes tight while your face burned.
“Please? Please what?” Instead of doing the kind and reasonable thing of just giving you what you very obviously wanted, she did the opposite. She slowed everything down to a standstill, holding herself stationary in your cunt, and when you wiggled around frantically to get more friction, she pulled you upright and wrapped both arms around you to cage you in place.
“Lilith…” You whined petulantly, arching back against her and feeling the sweat on your skin soak into your shirt.
“Ava, be a good girl,” she chided firmly, pinching your nipple between her thumb and index finger over the damp fabric. "What are you begging me for?"
“I’m so close, baby, please let me cum,” you pleaded, leaning your head back on her shoulder, baring your throat to her.
“You want to cum?” You nodded wildly. “I suppose I’ll allow that. But you’ll do it the way I want you to.” Without another word, she let you go, carefully pulling out of your pussy and backing away. You were left standing alone, the cool air of the room raising goosebumps across your body in the absence of her warmth. When you turned around, you found her sitting in your chair again, lounging in it just as she had before.
“Up,” she said, patting her lap and grinning. “Facing me this time.” You obeyed, stumbling forward on jelly legs and profusely thanking your past self for getting a gaming chair that 1) didn’t have wheels and 2) was wide enough for you to do this comfortably. Lilith was kind enough to help you get into position, holding your waist steady while you carefully dropped back down on the strap.
While you were busy adjusting to the stretch again, her hands gripped the bottom of your shirt and pulled it up over your head, tossing it into the same pile with your ruined panties. Finally, you were naked before her, fully open to her appraisal. And what an appraisal it was. “Beautiful,” she whispered, tracing her fingers over the knots again. She was still wearing her black undershirt, creating a sharp contrast between your two states. It honestly made you feel a little vulnerable, being held open and on display while she was still partially clothed. But the hunger in her eyes was gentle now, the hard edges of frustration and stress worn away. As if sensing that whisper of anxiety, however, she was quick to reassure you. “I’ve got you, love. It’s okay. Take what you need.”
You did exactly that. You started out slow again, wrapping your arms around her shoulders to anchor yourself. She buried her face into your neck, lavishing it with wet, heavy kisses. She licked and nipped her way down your collarbone before taking the same nipple she had mercilessly teased between her teeth, sucking and biting it until the noises coming out of you could test even this building’s level of soundproofing.
The intensity kept ramping up and up. You picked up speed until you were wildly riding her, and she grabbed the silk ties again to pull you down onto her with increasing force. You could feel the pressure in your gut building to its breaking point, and knew from the way her breathing stuttered that she was getting there too.
“Fuck, that’s good, Aves, you’re riding me so well,” she growled. “You can come when you’re ready. I’ll be right behind you.”
As if flipping a switch, it seemed like her permission was all you needed. You took the whole of the strap inside you and started to grind in her lap, all lucid thought fading away in your frantic search for completion. “Baby, baby, it’s happening! I’m—!” You came with a long, tremulous cry, collapsing against her limply while she took over with her hips, using her powerful core and legs to drive up into you with near bruising force. She grabbed your hips hard to hold them steady and buried her teeth in your shoulder, keeping you in place so expertly that no rope or ribbon ties could ever compare.
She came a minute later with a rough, deep groan that sent vibrations through your whole body. Gathering you close, she released your shoulder and started covering the bite mark with open-mouthed kisses. You were both breathing hard, your chests brushing together with the force of your pants.
“That was amazing,” she said, pressing her lips to every inch of your shoulder and neck that she could reach. “My love, you did so well.”
“I did?” You asked, cringing just a bit at how small your voice sounded.
“Mmhm,” she murmured, petting your sweaty hair. “You were so good for me. You’re so good to me. I didn’t…” She sighed. “I didn’t expect this at all. Thank you, for all of it.”
Her words made your chest feel curiously tight. You buried your face in her hair to stifle this. “I wanted to do something for you. You’ve been so unhappy.”
She stilled, completely caught off-guard. “I’m not unhappy,” she protested softly.
“I thought work—”
She shook her head. “My work is frustrating, annoying more than anything. The idiocy and rail-roading I’m expected to put up with every day is maddening. But I’m accustomed to it.”
“It stresses you out, and makes you angry.”
“Because of you.”
“Me?”
“Mmhm,” she confirmed. Her free hand began to trace circles in one of the gaps created by the ribbons. “Because it keeps me away from you. This past month has been so hard.” You knew that, of course, but you waited quietly for her to continue. “Before you, I never thought much of the hours I worked. It was the job, and I was used to it. I didn’t have anything at home for me to miss, apart from the occasional book. But now I have you, and I miss you terribly, all the time. Your clumsiness and your stupid jokes and your clutter. Your laugh. Your smile. I miss the warmth when you’re not with me. I was… very cold before you came to me, and I didn’t realize it. Does that make sense?”
You nodded. It did make sense. You felt the same way. Before her, your life was fine. You had your cramped apartment, your job at the bar, the occasional hookup, and your little streaming channel. It was barely anything, but you thought it was enough. Until you met her, that is, and you realized that you could do better, could ask more from life than just subsisting on scraps. You wouldn’t describe your life before as cold, but you would say it was small, too small to be what you really wanted. But now it was big, in so many ways. And most of it was because of her.
“I’m thinking about making some changes,” she continued. “It can’t happen right away, but I’m going to try. I’m pushing to become a partner in the firm.”
“Are you?” You knew that would be a serious deal if she managed it. Yes, she was one of the best and most sought after lawyers in the city, but it was another level to become a named partner in a firm. “Obviously, you’ll get it. They’d be idiots not to promote you.”
“I hope so,” she murmured. “Until then, things will continue to be difficult. I don’t want it to damage what we have.”
“It won’t.” You pressed your lips into her raven hair. “I know things are going to suck. They’ve been sucking. But I’m still here, Lil. Everyday you come home, I’ll be here. Promise.”
“I love you,” she whispered, pulling you back to look into your eyes. “You know that, don’t you?”
You beamed. “Of course I do. I love you too.” You kissed her then, curled up in her arms in your gaming chair.
So what if your surprise didn’t go according to plan? This was the best outcome you could’ve asked for and more.
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