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Would Clarke ever tie Lexa up to one of the weight benches in the gym and fuck her that way?

She doesn't tie her up, but she does take advantage of Lexa in a compromising position 😈

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Lexa was starting to feel the burn in her arms. She was on the cable machine doing lat pulldowns, and she was getting close to the end of her workout.

Clarke was the only other person in the gym, as was usually the case at this time of night, and naturally, Lexa was looking forward to their post workout fuck that was just around the corner.

She only had one set to go, and her hands kept slipping off the bar, not allowing her to get the last few reps in.

Being the perfectionist she is, Lexa refused to quit before finishing all her reps, so she grabbed some velcro straps out of the equipment bin and with a sime difficulty and a little bit of creativity, she managed to secure her hands to the bar, using her teeth to fasten the velcro on her second hand.

She went about completing her last set, this time not having to worry about the bar slipping up of her grip.

The last few reps were a struggle, having put the weight up this round, and when she hit the last rep and let the bar go, she realised she'd forgotten to rip the velcro off before letting the bar go over her head. Now that she was fatigued, she didn’t have the strength to get the bar back down to release her hands.

Stuck with her hands wrapped to the bar over her head, Lexa’s feet were only just touching the ground, and she regretted her decision to load up the weight this time.

Realising her only way out was to call Clarke to help, Lexa looked around to see where she was but couldn't see her. She started to panic slightly.

Just as she was starting to think Clarke had left early, Lexa heard movement behind her.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Clarke’s voice rang out over the muted sounds of the gyms' terrible music playlist. Lexa relaxed slightly, hoping to soon be freed from her predicament.

"Oh, thank god. Can you help me get down?" Lexa asked, relief evident in her voice as she craned her neck to try and look at Clarke.

"And why would I do that?" Clarke chuckled, Lexa feeling hands on her hips and fingers teasing the skin at her belly that was revealed with her hands stretched above her head.

"Come on, Clarke. I'm stuck," Lexa pleaded, shaking her hands to prove she couldn't escape, but that only seemed to encourage Clarke.

"I know," Clarke said, Lexa could hear the smile in her voice as she felt hands dragging up her torso, pulling her tank up over her chest.

Lexa gasped and wriggled in her confines when Clarke's hands cupped her breasts, "No, Clarke, anyone could walk in!" Lexa whispered frantically as Clarke pushed her sports bra up, exposing her tits to the open air.

"That's kinda the point," Clarke said, tweaking Lexa's nipples as she struggled against the velcro straps. "And anyway, I don't think you're really in a position to stop me," she taunted.

Sucking in a breath as Clarke’s hand trailed down her front and under the waistband of her tights, Lexa squirmed as the hand dipped towards her pussy.

Clarke was about to find out just how fucking soaked Lexa was, and that wasn't going to help her argument at all.

"Oh my, Lexa," Clarke said victoriously, finger sliding easily through Lexa's drenched folds, circling her clit before dipping inside.

"Oh, fuck," Lexa moaned, hips thrusting involuntary as Clarke's fingers explored her cunt.

"You want this, don't you?" Clarke crooned in her ear, pressing her body up against Lexa's back - Lexa now able to feel just how much Clarke wanted it too.

"Why don't you let me down and we can continue this in the locker room," Lexa attempted to negotiate, but Clarke wasn't having it.

"I think I want to fuck you right here," she said, suddenly gripping Lexa's tights and pulling them down over her ass, giving it a slap before continuing to divest the still trapped Lexa of her clothes.

Now naked from the waist down and with her top pushed up above her breasts, Lexa was exposed and vulnerable, stretched out and restrained to the cable machine.

"What should I do with you?" Clarke asked rhetorically as she stalked around Lexa, coming around to her front so they were eye to eye.

Lexa could see the lust in her eyes and the bulge in her shorts as Clarke looked her naked body up and down.

"Look at you, naked and ready to be fucked by anyone who walks by,"

"Clarke," Lexa pleaded, heart pounding out of her chest, unsure at this point whether it was the fear or the thrill causing her nerves to spike.

Clarke shuffled into a seated postion on the lat pulldown machine, which brought her eye level with Lexa's crotch. Manouvering one of Lexa's legs onto her shoulder, Clarke wasted no time running her tongue through Lexa's sex, devouring her.

Lexa was unable to hold in the moans as Clarke’s lips and tongue worked magic on her clit, licking and sucking, tongue flicking at just the right pressure - the way Clarke knew would get Lexa to the edge in no time.

Giving in to the sensations, Lexa threw her head back and moaned out loud, loving the way Clarke worshippped her pussy.

"Oh, god, Clarke, don't stop!" Lexa cried out, hips bucking into Clarke's mouth as she lapped at her arousal.

"Come for me, Lexa," Clarke said, sliding a finger inside and pumping along with flicking her tongue over Lexa's clit.

It was easy work for Clarke. She was an expert in getting Lexa off now, and Lexa was powerless to stop it.

Lexa exploded on Clarke's tongue, muscles clenching and toes curling as the pleasure rocketed through her body. She rolled her hips, dragging her orgasm out as Clarke continued working her pussy, gently licking and bringing Lexa down from her high.

When her orgasm tapered off, Lexa hung limp and exhausted, wrists still secured firmly to the bar.

"My turn," Clarke said gleefully as she rose to her feet, running her hands over Lexa's body, appearing to be really enjoying her immobility.

Clarke lifted one of Lexa's legs and held it in the crook of her elbow while she dragged her shorts down with the other hand. Her cock sprung up, slapping Lexa on her still sensitive pussy while she struggled to balance on the toes of the one foot she still had on the ground.

Clarke had complete control over her, and Lexa didn't want to admit how much it was turning her on.

"Good girl, so open for me," Clarke praised as she slid her cock through Lexa's folds, getting it nice and wet ready to fuck her.

Slowly, she pushed inside, Lexa's jaw dropping at the sensation.

She was helpless, hanging from her wrists as Clarke started to move inside her. The sounds of chains clanking filled the empty gym as Clarke thrust into Lexa, jolting her against her makeshift restraints.

"This is so hot," Clarke said, using her free hand to pull Lexa hips to hers as she fucked her.

"Mmmph, uhhhhh," Lexa groaned, dropping her head back and savouring the feeling of Clarke using her body. Sensations were heightened for her, being so vulnerable, and at Clarke’s mercy, it was causing her to feel everything tenfold.

Her pussy was clenching hard on the cock pumping into her, Clarke picking up the pace as her breathing became laboured.

"Look at you, such a slut for my cock. Did you do this deliberately?" Clarke accused as she slammed her hips into Lexa's, jolting her against the bar with every pump.

"No!" Lexa attempted to protest, but Clarke had brought her free hand up to circle her clit, causing Lexa to completely lose her train of thought as she rapidly approached another orgasm. "Ugh, oh, AHH, Clarke!" Lexa cried out as her body tensed up, Clarke's cock stroking just the right spot as expert fingers manipulated her clit.

"Come on my cock, Lexa," Clarke whispered in her ear, and Lexa let go, muscles clenching and fluids gushing as she climaxed hard.

Clarke had slowed down her thusting to ease Lexa through her second orgasm, a look of smug sarisfaction plastered on her face as she looked over the absolute mess she had made of her gym crush.

Lexa's mind was scattered, and her muscles were shaking with exhaustion as she came back down from her high. Clarke was slowly thrusting, still holding one of Lexa's legs in the crook of her arm as she fucked her.

"Oh my fucking god," Lexa said, still reeling from her orgasms, not yet trying to process the fact that she might have discovered a new kink.

"You okay?" Clarke checked in.

"Fuck yes," Lexa said emphatically, "you going to fill me up or what?" She challenged, pushing her hips into Clarke’s the emphasise the point.

Clarke shot her a wicked grin before pushing her cock balls deep into Lexa's pussy, holding it there as she leaned in to whisper into Lexa's ear.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, and fill you with my cum, and there is nothing you can do to stop me,"

Lexa clenched hard on Clarke's cock as the words washed over her, Clarke raspy voice and dominance turning her on so much she could almost cum again.

Clarke started moving her hips, dragging her cock out of Lexa before slamming back in, giving her a few warm up thrusts before she let loose.

The sounds of Lexa moaning, Clarke grunting in exertion, along with the filthy slapping of hips coming together resonated around the empty gym as Clarke fucked Lexa harder and harder.

"Fuck you feel good," Clarke said as she pumped her hips, Lexa lifting her other leg off the ground to wrap it around Clarke’s waist.

Clarke held Lexa under her ass as she hung from the machine, mercilessly pounding into her as she chased her pleasure.

"Mmmm, yeah, fuuuuuck," Clarke grunted out, pulling Lexa's hips to hers over and over.

"Ugh, ugh ughh," Lexa could see Clarke was getting close, her face was scrunched up and red, and her hips were stuttering with the tell tale signs of impending orgasm.

"Lexaaaaaaaa!" Clarke cried out as she buried her cock in Lexa's pussy, shooting her cum deep inside her. She thust a few more times, releasing every last drop inside the restrained woman, emptying her balls completely.

Clarke held Lexa close to her, cock still buried inside as she slowly recovered.

Eventually, she leaned back, softening cock sliding out of Lexa's used snach followed by a gush of their combined fluids.

"Do you think you could let me down now, stud?" Lexa asked, the discomfort in her arms becoming apparent now the adrenalin of fucking had worn off.

"Oh, shit, sorry," Clarke said, coming back to her senses and quickly ripping off the velcro holding Lexa's wrists in place.

Feeling the blood rushing back to her limbs, Lexa rubbed her wrists where the velcro had dug in.

"Are you okay?" Clarke asked, sounding concerned as she pulled her shorts up and gathered Lexa's clothes for her.

"More than okay, that was so fucking hot," Lexa admitted as she took her gear and dressed quickly.

The look on Clarke’s face told Lexa she was very happy with her response, and as they were making ther way back to the locker room to shower, Lexa leaned in and whispered into Clarke’s ear.

"Maybe next time, I'll tie you up, hmmm?"

#locker room au #this has been in my drafts for ages #sorry for disappearing again #my life is crazy right now #but all i want to do is write smut

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pamplemousseparadox · 2 years

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Smoke and Mirrors (a Kyalin oneshot) (very nsfw)

Lin tugged at the hem of her jacket, the emerald green fabric catching the errant light from the tealights lined up across the bar. Surely a fire hazard, but that’s not why she was pushing through the tall glass double doors of a swanky club when she’d usually be curled up at home with a book and a glass of good whiskey. But the tip had suggested that deals sometimes went down in the Sleeping Opossum club, and she had to follow up on the lead if she was going to find out who the hell was still trying to trade in poached spirit vines.

Honestly, people saw most of the city destroyed by that stuff, and they wanted to mess around with it more? It didn’t make any sense, but then, much of what she saw at headquarters was nonsensical. People made questionable decisions. Others had to pay the consequences.

She was sure as spirits paying the consequences, all dressed like someone who wanted to be there, and not a police chief who wanted nothing more than to shed the suit and be back in her training gear. At least the training gear didn’t bunch, or ride up, or constrict. She’d have to write Su to tell her she’d been wrong about the suit. Lin caught her reflection in the glass and grimaced. She didn’t look suave and chic, she looked awkward and out of her depth.

The club smelled like smoke and incense, the air thick with it, a heaviness settling in her chest when she breathed it in. No doubt someone was probably smoking something illegal, but she had other priorities, and so did her best to ignore it.

“What can I get you?” the bartender asked in a gruff voice, leaning against the bar on his forearms. Easily twice Lin’s size, but she could take him in a fight, even without her cables. She glanced at the metal shelves behind him, each sporting bottles of top shelf alcohol, lit from above, tiny spotlights to showcase the wares.

“Whiskey. Neat.” Lin glanced across the bar, not totally sure what she was looking for. “Make it a double.”

“Coming right up.”

The club was busy, almost no spaces to sit, every stool, overstuffed chair, and sofa occupied by people in elegant cocktail dresses, dapper suits, and avante garde outfits with bright colors, feathers, and sequins. Very much not Lin’s scene, but then, her scene was home. There was very little appealing about breathing in incense, and the second hand smoke only made her want to light up her own.

“Here you go,” the bartender said, his eyes resting on Lin’s scars for a moment too long.

“Thanks,” she said with a brusque tone, irritated that she'd already been recognized, even without her RCPD uniform. No one would be doing any damned deals with her around, but she might be able to get an idea of the players, if there were any recognizable faces. She’d always been good with faces, it was how she’d bagged so many as a detective.

She took the glass, room temperature against her palm. It was good whiskey, sizzling down her throat after a demure sip. Lin set a few yuans on the bar, turning back to the rest of the club. Someone was climbing up onto the small stage with a few instrumentalists, and they began to tune, the sound grating at Lin’s ears. She shouldn’t have been surprised that the caliber of musicians at a place like this wouldn’t be top tier, yet the discordant notes scraped through the incense-laden air regardless.

No familiar faces, no one that raised an alarm. A dead night, a wasted trip, a gross irritation after she’d spent far too long getting ready, trying to look the part. It wasn’t in her nature to spend hours preening, teasing her hair into loose curls that dipped down over her shoulders, smudging kohl across the bottom waterline of her eyes.

Someone must have tipped them off. A mole, perhaps, but more likely, the spirits-damned press had scared them into hiding with all of their overzealous reporting. Either way, there was no point in staying when her only reward would be a hangover and a lingering, whispery temptation to light up a cigarette, something she usually only did at home. A quiet vice, a private investigation into her own weakness.

Lin drained her glass, despite knowing it would only make her want another. When she lowered it, she scanned the club once more, hoping that a shift in position would reveal something new. A man at a corner table stood, revealing a stunningly beautiful woman draped in aqua silk, her head turned as she watched the performers begin the first tune. She lit a cigarette, blowing a smoke ring into the encroaching darkness as the lights waned with the music.

The woman turned, locking eyes with Lin, an eyebrow raised and the cigarette held delicately between her fingers.

Kya. The beautiful woman was Kya.

(NSFW content past the jump, ye be warned)

Lin nearly dropped the glass when the realization hit her, more like a train on straight tracks than a quiet dawning. Against her own wishes to run and pretend she’d never seen her, Lin’s legs carried her to that corner table, and she sat in the man’s vacated seat.

“Didn’t expect to see you in here,” Kya said, leaning over the table. “In fact, you might be the last person I expected to see in here.”

Lin shrugged. “You don’t know everything about me.”

“Clearly.” Kya raised an appreciative eyebrow. “You look good, Beifong.”

Lin looked away, pretending to be interested in the off-key music, hoping the angle and the darkness would hide the growing flush in her cheeks. “Uh, you too,” she mumbled.

Kya glanced away, matching Lin’s passive interest in what was happening onstage. She took a drag from her cigarette, the orange glow burning bright against the navy velvet backdrop of the club, peppered through with pinpricks of candlelight. Lin couldn’t help but watch her, like she was possessed by a spirit, or entranced, or something unnatural except the strangest part of all was that it felt like the most natural thing in the world, to be staring at her.

“Can I bum one?” Lin asked, trying not to sound sheepish but sounding it anyway.

“Didn’t know you smoked, either.”

“I’m a dark ostrich horse.”

Kya raised an eyebrow again, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. She pulled a cigarette from a silver case, holding it out. “I’ve always known there’s more to you than meets the eye.”

“True for any of us, I suppose.” Lin took the cigarette, the familiarity of the feeling a welcome anchor in the sea of uncertainty she was currently swimming in. “Got a light?”

“Do I look like a firebender?”

“No, but--”

Kya leaned across the table with her cigarette held between two fingers. “Take the light then, if you want it.” She put it between her lips and waited, staring, almost as though she was daring Lin to move closer.

She did, putting her own cigarette between her own lips and pressing the end to Kya’s, watching the orange glow flare and transfer to her own. Lin inhaled, closing her eyes to enjoy the quiet headrush, praying it was just the tobacco and the whiskey making her feel so off-balance, and knowing that it wasn’t. “Thanks,” she said.

“I wouldn’t miss an opportunity to share a smoke with Lin Beifong,” Kya said lightly, sitting back in her seat. “It’s not every day you see someone like you walk into a club.”

“What, awkward and unsettled?”

“Definitely not what I was thinking.”

Lin turned away once more, again trying to hide her burning cheeks. How long had it been since she’d had those flutters in her belly? Two years, maybe three? A long, empty road, one she’d grown accustomed to, but now the lure of her was almost too much to resist. Lin shook her head. It was harmless flirtation, nothing more. It was Kya, for spirits’ sakes, she had always been flirtatious with Lin. It was just how Kya was.

“What do you think of this ensemble then?” Lin asked, nodding towards the stage.

“Good enough, I suppose.” Kya took another drag. “I don’t come here for the music.”

“Oh? What do you come here for, then?”

“The atmosphere.” Kya’s gaze flicked towards Lin. “And the women.”

Lin coughed mid-inhale, embarrassment flooding into her like a burst dam as she tried desperately to regain her breath.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Lin managed to gasp, swallowing back another round of hacking.

“Don’t smoke much?”

“Something like that.,” Lin lied. She smoked two cigarettes every night, one when she got home, and one with her nightcap before bed. Every day, like clockwork.

“Then I suppose I should apologize for negatively influencing the chief of-”

“Shh,” Lin warned.

Kya nodded. “Right.”

“Cover is probably blown anyway, but, you know.”

“I know.”

The group onstage started up another number, this one even worse than the last. Lin grimaced at it, taking another drag from the cigarette. “I hadn’t heard you were back in town.”

“Mom sent me up to help with the hospital. They’re still reeling from all the damage, they needed some extra staff on hand to help with the ongoing backlog.”

“It’s nice to see you.”

“It’s very nice to see you, Lin.” Kya stubbed out her cigarette and ran a hand over her thigh, pretending to smooth wrinkles from the fabric that weren’t there. She brushed against Lin’s thigh, just for a moment, but it was enough to make Lin’s heart start to pound so hard she thought it might burst out of her chest like fireworks.

Lin jerked away, tossing the remains of her smoke into the ashtray. “I need to go to the ladies’ room,” she mumbled, almost tripping over her own feet as she stood up from the table. She didn’t even wait for a reply, heading blindly down a dark corridor she hoped led to the bathroom. She pressed a palm against the wall, a dimmer seismic sense but enough for what she needed, which was to find a quiet room to splash cold water on her face before she did anything stupid.

Pushing into the bathroom, Lin breathed in the air free from incense, moving to the line of sinks against the wall to brace against them, leaning her weight against the porcelain for some semblance of something like stability when it felt like she was freefalling through long moments, one after another. The cool water was pleasant as it splashed against her cheeks, cooling the burn of her blush. She avoided getting water too close to her eyes, knowing it would smear and look ridiculous. One more reason to hate the stuff.

One splash of cold water, and then another, and another. Her breathing regulated, mercifully, at long last. She’d just say goodnight to Kya and beg off home, claiming she had a headache. There’d be no reason to disbelieve her, and that would be that.

Lin braced against the far wall, floor to ceiling mirrors that sparkled in the dim light. Four candles burned on the shelves above the sink, the fiery wicks dancing in the relative darkness. The door squeaked as it opened, but before she could straighten, before she could reassemble herself into someone who wasn’t a melted puddle of touch-starved self, Kya was there and staring, their eyes meeting in the mirror. “Uh, hey,” Lin managed to mutter.

Kya tilted her head, appraising her, and without looking, reached out a hand to lock the door. It wasn’t a threat, Lin could leave whenever she wanted. It was an invitation, and one that simultaneously burned in her chest more than any whiskey ever could and tugged at the tightness between her legs in a very alarming way. “You were gone for a long time,” Kya said.

“Sorry, I was just-”

“You were waiting for me.”

Not a question, a statement of fact. Kya licked her lips, advancing one step at a time, and the fact that Lin waited, still facing the mirror, watching her every move, proved that Kya had been right. Maybe she had been waiting for her, after all, but something sparked at the back of her mind regardless. “Hang on,” Lin said.

“What’s the matter?” Kya asked, close enough now that she pressed against Lin, pushing her against the mirror, still staring at her in it.

“It’s just--ah--” Lin tried to say, but got lost in the cloud of smoke that Kya had brought with her as she leaned down and pressed full lips to Lin’s neck.

“Just what?”

“This is a public establishment.”

“And?”

“And I’m the chief of police,” Lin protested weakly, still not even making an effort to release herself from Kya’s weight, pinning her against the mirror.

“I locked the door.”

“And you’re Kya.”

“It’s good that you remember my name after knowing me your entire life,” Kya said with a husky laugh tacked on at the end. “That may be useful in a few minutes.” She laid her hands on Lin’s hips, and finding no resistance, gripped there as she sucked at the pulse point in Lin’s neck.

Lin groaned from the want of it, from the insatiable need pooling between her thighs that wouldn’t rest until it took everything that Kya was offering. She opened her eyes, part of her shocked at the sight of herself pressed against the mirror, her hair falling into her eyes, Kya kissing her throat and hands inching closer, thread by thread, to the buttons of her trousers.

She didn’t fight it, even though she knew she should. Getting caught with Kya of all people, in the bathroom of a seedy nightclub would give the press headlines for months, yet it all dissolved away, dissipating into the smoke when Kya’s fingertips brushed against her skin. She inhaled through a quiet gasp, half wondering if she would fall through the mirror and wake up in her own bed, alone, a few minutes before her alarm went off to signal one more day at work.

She didn’t, though. The moment after that pondering she felt rooted to the spot, waiting, like an oak tree in the park waiting for spring, for the moment that leaves unfurled and pink buds burst forth into a shower of possibility and expectation.

Kya’s fingers found the buttons and released them, pausing for just a moment to catch Lin’s eyes in the mirror. “I want you to watch,” she said.

“What?”

“I want you to watch,” Kya repeated, sliding a hand into Lin’s trousers. “I bet you are a beautiful sight when undone, Chief Beifong, I wouldn’t want you to miss it.”

Lin shivered at the contact, her legs already threatening to buckle beneath her but Kya’s weight kept her in place as she sagged against the mirror.

“Hmm,” Kya murmured, dragging her fingers through wet folds. “I guess you were waiting for me, after all.”

Lin didn’t reply, the only thing she could convince to pass her lips was a desperate whimper, so needy and small that she was almost ashamed of it. Almost, and yet, not quite, because Kya was a beautiful woman, smart and sarcastic and completely out of Lin’s league in every way and yet the way she was slowly, torturously dragging the pads of her fingers around the tight bundle of nerves at Lin’s center was going to pull her under.

A riptide of desire was slicing through the dark water within her, and she didn’t even want to put up a fight. She wanted to let it pull her from shore and drown her in the black ocean after a lifetime of never leaving the safety of the hot sand.

Kya shifted, her wrist rotating against Lin’s hip as she lingered at the entrance for two moments too long.

Lin pressed back into her, desperate for release now, her forehead pressed against the mirror and her fervent breaths clouding the silvered glass. She widened her stance, allowing Kya to press inside, audibly groaning when she did and nearly sobbing from the increased contact.

The flames of the candles flickered silently, disturbed by the panting breaths emanating from Lin’s throat. Kya rubbed circles into the center of her, fingers curled against the patch inside, deft and expert. She raised her free hand to crawl up Lin’s shirt, coming to a rest against an unwrapped breast with an appreciative smile. “Very hot, Beifong,” she uttered.

“Forgot,” Lin whimpered against the mirror, pressing her ass back against the silk of Kya’s dress.

“Liar,” Kya whispered, pressing further.

Lin whined quietly at the friction, desperate for more, the sea of need and desire beginning to consume her, like a river flooding the banks, like an ocean as it closed over your head, blocking the sun, like being submerged in a healing pool but never coming up for air.

She watched Kya’s crisp aqua eyes in the mirror as they watched her own, locked together in a moment of escape, nestled far from responsibilities or worries, encapsulated in porcelain tiles and silvered glass and delicate flames dancing in the reflection and Kya’s skin pressed against her own in an exquisite, agonizing temptation to dive off the cliff and never look back.

“Please,” Lin whispered, the word writing itself in a gust of condensation across the mirror.

Kya responded without words, fucking her hard against the glass, making Lin watch as she did it, pulling her closer and closer to the edge. Lin’s thighs were shaking now, craving release, begging for it like she might die without it, the pressure and the wanting becoming all too much.

She groaned Kya’s name as she came, writhing against the mirror and the feeling of Kya’s hands against her body, leaving her limp and crumpled, grasping for the sink to keep herself upright.

Kya, still watching, sucked her fingers clean one at a time, never breaking eye contact. “You taste like summer feels,” she said. “All hot breezes and frigid sea and the scent of jasmine on the wind.”

“Do you talk to all the girls like that?” Lin managed to ask, still gasping for breath as she buttoned her trousers.

“No,” Kya answered. “Only you.”

Despite everything, Lin’s cheeks flushed anew, and finally, painfully, she turned away from her reflection and Kya’s to finger comb her hair back into something that looked halfway respectable, and not like she’d just been fucked past oblivion in the bathroom of a nightclub. “I guess I’ll see you around,” Lin said quietly.

Kya kissed her, soft and gentle, a jarring juxtaposition from what they’d just done. “Your place or mine?”

#sorry for disappearing again #i have a lot of big stuff going on #i will be back soon regularly i swear #please have this oneshot as penance #inspired by indigoinferno #kya ii #kyalin #lin beifong #lok #atla

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