[The past several months have left Aloy outside of her depth. In the absence of a traditional family, she's found herself floundering, trying to figure out how to build one on her own. Observation of others had often been her method, but Zero eschews expected tradition. When Aloy tries to mimic what she's seen of wives and husbands, putting a hand on Zero's back to steady her, or hovering in worried, subdued panic at pregnancy illnesses and mishaps, Zero is resistant and sometimes outright surly. She shies away from her touch like a skittish fox. She seems, Aloy thinks, preoccupied with the changes in her body, miserable over bouts of morning sickness and nausea, how hard it was to get comfortable with the added weight and awkwardness of the life growing inside of her. But Aloy is enraptured by the changes. She thinks she's beautiful; she glows. Zero seems like something born from nature: like the goddess the Nora believed in so ardently.
She doesn't mean to startle her today, but of course she does, and she feels a little crestfallen over it and the hurried motion she sees of Zero tying her robe, like a kid who had just been scolded. Varl had admitted her that during some moments in Zo's pregnancy, he was certain that she blamed him personally for the misfortune of it.
Aloy knows how he feels. ]
Sorry. I didn't mean to surprise you. [In the back of her mind, she scolds herself too, for not thinking to knock.] I got that boar jerky you wanted yesterday. [A peace offering.] Caught the trader just as he was heading north. Feeling up to it today?
[ She feels guilty almost immediately, the stupid pregnancy hormones had made her a sap and much weaker to down trodden puppy dog faces (which Aloy wore constantly these days, even if unintentionally).
Zero lumbers onto the bed, hair following her and falling all around her like a silky silver gold canopy. She'd spent more time outside after they'd made the journey to Mother's Embrace and it had speckled her hair with strands of strawberry blond. It was funny that for all her shittalking of the Nora she spent a good amount of time with them and by choice. Being Pregnant and shacked up with Aloy had made her easy to accept, and that had been something she'd never experienced. ]
Thanks, I'll try tomorrow. If I eat now this thing'll start a fire in my belly.
[ Once she's comfortable she raises a hand, shooing Aloy away. ]
Now scram. I'm gonna' try to figure out how to jerk off with this thing ready to pop.
[She sets down the little care package she'd gotten for Zero (it seemed that every day, someone was pushing a gift for her or the baby into Aloy's hands) and half-turns toward the door. There, she hesitates, ruminating over something, her fingers tapping along the frame of the door. Her shoulders tense up slowly, the way that they did when she was about to say something that made her uncomfortable.
She turns back.]
So, I've been reading about, uh,
[A vague, directionless wave of her hand to indicate Zero, or her stomach, it was hard to tell which. During sex she was enthusiastic, accommodating and bold. Talking about it outside of a bedroom always left her at a loss for words like this. ] It's safe - I mean, we'd have to make some adjustments, of course, and account for your comfort levels, but...
[ Zero isn't oblivious to the way Aloy lingers. Years of cohabitation and Aloy's own inability to hide the need to receive an answer for a question make that much obvious. But she doesn't expect what she asks. Zero is in the process of making herself comfortable, and so her reaction is delayed— as if her brain processes what Aloy has said only after Zero's already responded. ]
.. What'd you just say?
[ For some reason it puts her on the defense, it's a knee jerk reaction really.
In the early stages of her pregnancy, when she was just barely showing, Zero had been insatiable. It was as if her body knew they had not been able breed in a conventional way and was making up for that lost opportunity.
But then the morning sickness and the sickness separate from their child had gotten worse. Beta had been able to wedge a stopper into the latter, but by that time her body had changed and she found herself mourning in a way that could only be considered shallow. ]
Are you offering because you feel bad for me? I'd rather have blue balls for another six months— this is the last thing I'd want pity for.
What? [Shocked at the response, she vehemently shakes her head.] Zero, it's not - [The next thing is almost blurted out.] You haven't let me get near you in months.
[A second passes, and it's clear now that she's embarrassed. Her hand tenses some on the door — it's as if she's quelling the desire to escape.] I'm not making the suggestion out of pity. I mean. [A sigh. The slightly wounded look returns to her despite efforts to quell it.] I don't want you to be uncomfortable, and you're always uncomfortable lately. I feel bad about that, but that's as far as it goes. I swear. I asked because I want to.
[Before she'd met Zero, she had never really thought that she was someone who needed or even wanted sex. It simply hadn't factored into the constant traveling and adventuring, the endless months of searching for leads to mitigate the damage across the planet. But once they'd found one another, she realized that she'd enjoyed the closeness. The early months of Zero's pregnancy, she'd eagerly acquiesced to Zero's seemingly boundless appetite for intimacy, and then as time went on and those moments had tapered off into nothing, she'd found that she missed it. It had seemed selfish to ask, and she'd already been selfish enough. ]
[ In her world pregnancy was a death flag— for women with husbands and women who were whores. A child ruined your worth and made you a revolting creature. Even the wives of dukes and barons were seen as devoid of beauty and grotesque once pregnancy had taken its toll.
Even the kindness and reverence the Nora showed was difficult to understand.
This is so engrained into her that Aloy catches her off guard. So she can't help but blurt out: ]
Why? I'm a cow, down to the leaky tits— well, not leaky yet, but my nipple look like udders.
[ She's propped against a pillow, hands absentmindedly playing with the belt of her robe. ]
[Her guess had been correct, although she takes no pleasure in being right. Slowly, she pushes away from the door, latching it closed, and steps forward. She doesn't sit on the edge of the bed — instead, she leans forward on it, propping herself up with her arms.
Her gaze, assessing and lingering, moves over Zero. ] You're kidding. You don't see how people stare? You're glowing.
[ Zero is not one for embarrassment, bashfulness or shame— but perhaps for the first time since Aloy has known her, she blushes. ]
Glowing? Please. That's what they tell pregnant women when they feel bad for them.
[ She's not oblivious to how Aloy assesses her. It's not quite wanting, but is the start of something that invites that. ]
Do you know how people look at you? You're always the center of attention, but now that you knocked someone up without a dick? Those Nora girls are practically throwing themselves at you.
Not me. [The flush to Zero's cheeks makes Aloy smile. She shifts closer, still bracing herself on her arms, not quite on the bed yet. ] I mean it. You look amazing.
[A slight lift of her shoulders follows this, not quite a shrug.] Do they? I hadn't noticed. [She had, and ignored it, with varying levels of exhaustion.] Besides, we're not talking about me. You haven't given me an answer yet.
[Aloy's smile brightens. She pulls back enough to kick off her boots. She climbs onto the bed a moment later, not bothering to undress, still smelling of fresh pine, woodsmoke, and the mountain air from outside. ]
Got me what I wanted. I'm guessing that you find it cuter than you claim.
[For a moment, Aloy leans back to take in the changes in Zero's body, the ones she'd known of and the ones she'd missed during the months of Zero being too shy to allow her to see anything. She's gotten heavier, true — but Aloy finds that it suits her. There had been times earlier on where she'd been much too thin, barely showing, and it had been worrying. The months of being in Mother's Embrace have treated her well: her hips and breasts wider, her cheeks full and rosy. Zero's hair is lush, sleek: it shines as it drapes over her shpulders and back. Aloy tucks a lock of it behind her ear and cups her cheek. Instead of jumping into things, she ignores Zero's challenge and puts a palm on her swollen belly. Her hand is warm and calloused, and her gaze goes a little softer.]
Give me a moment. I want to look at you - who knows when you'll let me do this again? I have to take advantage of it while you're feeling generous. [Her smile grows sardonic. With less challenge in her voice, she asks:] How has she been today?
[ Zero rolls her eyes but doesn't shrink away as Aloy approaches. When she'd first felt the life growing inside of her she'd done a 180— not just toward her situation, but toward Aloy, who had also felt her kick and instinctively fallen in love the same way Zero had.
There was this bond between them now that managed to even overpower whatever they'd had before. ]
Same as usual.
[ She tries not to think about how Aloy has a full view of the untamed wilderness between her legs. She would never mind as much on anyone else, but she finds herself being overly self critical regardless. ]
Chatty and annoying— a lot like you, actually. I'm really in for it when she decides to pop out.
[The answer seems to please her, the sarcasm of her reply aside. Her eyebrows raise a fraction.] And is she surly and disagreeable too, like you? [Aloy's hand slips from Zero's cheek to cup one of her breasts, her thumb grazing over the nipple in unrushed passes, then strokes it properly, feeling it harden beneath the pads of her fingers before she twists.] Because if that's the case, I'm the one that'll be in trouble.
[Her other hand stays where it is for a while, then moves steadily downward, parting Zero's legs only to stop midway up her thigh. Even there, she can feel the heat of her body, but she keeps her hand where it is, fingers thrumming some soundless tune against her skin. The hand on Zero's breast keeps moving, alternating between roughness and slow gentleness.]
[ Her breasts have always been sensitive, but even more so now that they have grown this way. Zero shuts her eyes and tries also not to think about the fact that she'd likened her enlarged nipples to slices of cured meat when she'd seen herself in the mirror.
The whimper she makes is shameless, toes curling against the blankets in anticipation and impatience. ]
Laugh it up while you can.
[ she manages through gritted teeth. Then Zero groans, pushing herself toward Aloy's hands. It has been so long since she's let Aloy fulfill this need, it's hard to control herself. ]
Once she's here.. who knows when you'll get to touch these again.
[By contrast, Aloy is calm and methodical in the affection she ekes out. She doesn’t allow Zero to rush her, but does indulge her, the hand on her thigh creeping upward to gently stroke between her legs, feeling the wetness already gathered there. She leans forward, resting her head against Zero’s chest. Briefly, her eyes flutter closed. There’s a content smile on her face, and it holds even when she opens her eyes to look up at Zero.]
You’re not wrong. I’m going to have to make the most of our time, then — make up for what I’ve missed.
[Almost lazily, she turns her head to take Zero’s breast into her mouth.]
[ There really is something about being touched with a hand that isn't your own. For the last few months Zero had made due by herself, but even something as slight as this from another person (from Aloy) is leagues better than any climax she'd give herself.
Zero tilts her head to the side, a shaky laugh and wry smile following. ]
You haven't missed anything.
[ Lines and makes from her skin growing to accommodate life, ugly veins cross crossing across her body as her heart fought to nurture her and their child. It was as amazing as it was miserable to look at.
She watches Aloy from the corner of her eye, finding herself strangely bewitched by the image of her taking her breast between her lips. The thought that crosses her mind is strange and hormone addled— some strange, aroused and maternal thought settling over her. ]
[It's an admittance rarely heard, and a sentiment rarely given. Aloy rewards Zero's admission by doubling her efforts: the hand between her legs parting her to slip inside. Her thumb moves over Zero's clit in steady circles, the easy rhythm at odds with the hungry intensity of her mouth. She sucks hard enough to leave bruises and the imprint of her teeth, switching from one breast to the other to give equal amounts of attention, and she's breathless and red in the face when she finally pulls back enough to respond.]
I missed you too. [She nuzzles against Zero's chest, the gesture oddly innocent. ] But you don't believe me, when I tell you that you're beautiful like this. [She doesn't sound disappointed, only faintly amused, and the hand between Zero's legs picks up in speed and intensity for a few moments, as if she means to drive the air from her lungs.] When have I ever lied to you?
[ The dissonance in rhythm between how Aloy works her above the waist and below makes her insane, she can hardly be bothered to smother the whisper it all elicits— her legs snap shut around her hand like some carnivorous flower trapping long sought after prey. Work harder or lose your hand, she seems to say. ]
Never.
[ She manages to respond, the words agonized— almost pleading. Her fingers tangle themselves in Aloy's hair, nails digging into her scalp as Zero holds her close as possible against her chest. ]
But you're a bad fucking judge—
[ The words are caught in her throat and lost to a groan, so loud it almost shakes the house. Zero sits up, trying to move with Aloy's hand. ]
[Aloy’s laughter is captured against Zero’s skin as a muffled rumble. She manages to look up from her position, her eyes locked on Zero’s face even as her hand obligingly moves faster, accommodating her wordless request. Her own breathing has gained a shallower edge, but the laughter is still there in her eyes.]
You’re the one with bad judgment— [Her free hand grips onto Zero’s hip, and in this way she can control the pace of her movement without hurting her. Her fingers curl inside of Zero just to feel her tighten around her.] Do you know how crazy it’s made me, not being able to touch you?
[ She would roll her eyes if she wasn't otherwise occupied.
Zero is as hungry as she is needy, and in moments like this she is more grateful than ever for Aloy's strength and dexterity. Her eyes stay shut, head hanging to the side— encouragement leaves her lips in the form of sighs, demands in the form of whispers (there, faster, keep going) and she pulls Aloy closer and encourages her to suck on her breast again. ]
What is it— what is it about how I am now, that makes you feel like this?
[Early on, this aspect of Zero's personality — girlish and oddly innocent — had struck Aloy by surprise. Now she looks forward to it, and looks for reasons to bring it out. Zero's open need makes her obey the unspoken request before she answers her question. She takes Zero breast into her mouth again, silent save her ragged breathing and the rustling of sheets beneath her, and by the time she pulls back her mouth is flushed with the effort. ]
Hm.
[She gives the question consideration without slowing the motion of her hand between Zero's legs.] Where do I start? You're healthier now, happier. You've settled. [The hand grasping her hip shifts to cup her ass and gently squeeze. ] You've filled out. The changes don't bother me.
[Her gaze softens.] To have you both here is a gift to me. Like this... you're more beautiful to me than you've ever been. Do you believe me?
[ sweat pricks the back of her neck and adds the slightest sheen to her skin. Aloy's lips are burning hot and suddenly her robe is too warm, too sticky, too heavy. Zero all but peels it from her skin, no interruption in her rhythm despite how frenzied she feels.
She grunts and groans, crying out in mixed delight and misery from how close she already is. Usually, it takes more to get her into this state— where any pretense of guarding her vulnerability goes out the door, and she lets herself be flushed and hungry (mouth hanging open as she lets Aloy have what she wants).
When Zero speaks the words come out in a pleased hiss, and the question is spoken in earnest ecstasy. ]
Sometimes I imagine you put it in me. Do you think about what that'd feel like?
[It's usually a roulette when it cones to Aloy's reactions to Zero using language like this — if she'll be made bashful by it or would respond in turn. Today seems to be the latter as she watches the frenzied motion of Zero throwing off her robe. For a moment the rhythm of her fingers inside Zero teeters on the verge of too rough. She leans forward to kiss her cheek, her jaw, and finally her mouth, gentle in contrast. ]
I do. [This admittance is delivered calmly and without shame. Her face is flushed, and the words come out a little breathless. All the while, she keeps her eyes on Zero and her desperate movement, proud of being the cause of it.] Are you thinking about that right now? How it would feel, to have me inside of you?
[ It's almost too much, she feels that painful ache— a tell tale sign that she is almost at her limit. The muscles in her thigh tense and clench, rendering her frozen in place even though all she wants to do is throw herself on top of Aloy.
(Not that she could, even outside of that). Aloy's mouth feels cool, the kisses are warm but not nearly as hot as the surface of Zero's skin. The difference in temperature feels like a clammy breeze.
She shuts her eyes and almost melts an affirmative, nodding with her jaw clenched. ]
Too much, and not nearly enough. I'd suck you off till you were almost done, and then I'd make you nail me— I wouldn't let you stop until every part of me was filled with you.
[ Her nails dig into Aloy's back, sharp even through the fabric of her clothes. Zero's voice hits a new high, and she mutters against Aloy's face. It's hard to tell if what she says next is a warning or another act of seduction. ]
[Aloy hisses through her teeth as Zero claws at her back, lowering her head to her chest again. She kisses her too, the gesture so needy that it's done without gracefulness. Her teeth graze over sensitive skin; she takes Zero's breast into her mouth again, and this time she's open in her greediness, moaning against Zero's overheated skin. By the time she pulls away enough to gaze up at her, her pupils are dark and blown wide.]
I'll figure out a way. I want to finish in you, I want you to feel it. I've been thinking about it for months, how wet you'd be—
[She buries her face in the space where Zero's neck meets her shoulders, kissing her there, too. Her fingers never slow, and the hand on Zero's hip tightens enough to bruise. She stares up at Zero again, her expression open and hungry, almost desperate.] I need — want to see you come for me, please—
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She doesn't mean to startle her today, but of course she does, and she feels a little crestfallen over it and the hurried motion she sees of Zero tying her robe, like a kid who had just been scolded. Varl had admitted her that during some moments in Zo's pregnancy, he was certain that she blamed him personally for the misfortune of it.
Aloy knows how he feels. ]
Sorry. I didn't mean to surprise you. [In the back of her mind, she scolds herself too, for not thinking to knock.] I got that boar jerky you wanted yesterday. [A peace offering.] Caught the trader just as he was heading north. Feeling up to it today?
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Zero lumbers onto the bed, hair following her and falling all around her like a silky silver gold canopy. She'd spent more time outside after they'd made the journey to Mother's Embrace and it had speckled her hair with strands of strawberry blond. It was funny that for all her shittalking of the Nora she spent a good amount of time with them and by choice. Being Pregnant and shacked up with Aloy had made her easy to accept, and that had been something she'd never experienced. ]
Thanks, I'll try tomorrow. If I eat now this thing'll start a fire in my belly.
[ Once she's comfortable she raises a hand, shooing Aloy away. ]
Now scram. I'm gonna' try to figure out how to jerk off with this thing ready to pop.
[ she pats her belly. ]
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She turns back.]
So, I've been reading about, uh,
[A vague, directionless wave of her hand to indicate Zero, or her stomach, it was hard to tell which. During sex she was enthusiastic, accommodating and bold. Talking about it outside of a bedroom always left her at a loss for words like this. ] It's safe - I mean, we'd have to make some adjustments, of course, and account for your comfort levels, but...
[She trails off, hopefully.]
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.. What'd you just say?
[ For some reason it puts her on the defense, it's a knee jerk reaction really.
In the early stages of her pregnancy, when she was just barely showing, Zero had been insatiable. It was as if her body knew they had not been able breed in a conventional way and was making up for that lost opportunity.
But then the morning sickness and the sickness separate from their child had gotten worse. Beta had been able to wedge a stopper into the latter, but by that time her body had changed and she found herself mourning in a way that could only be considered shallow. ]
Are you offering because you feel bad for me? I'd rather have blue balls for another six months— this is the last thing I'd want pity for.
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[A second passes, and it's clear now that she's embarrassed. Her hand tenses some on the door — it's as if she's quelling the desire to escape.] I'm not making the suggestion out of pity. I mean. [A sigh. The slightly wounded look returns to her despite efforts to quell it.] I don't want you to be uncomfortable, and you're always uncomfortable lately. I feel bad about that, but that's as far as it goes. I swear. I asked because I want to.
[Before she'd met Zero, she had never really thought that she was someone who needed or even wanted sex. It simply hadn't factored into the constant traveling and adventuring, the endless months of searching for leads to mitigate the damage across the planet. But once they'd found one another, she realized that she'd enjoyed the closeness. The early months of Zero's pregnancy, she'd eagerly acquiesced to Zero's seemingly boundless appetite for intimacy, and then as time went on and those moments had tapered off into nothing, she'd found that she missed it. It had seemed selfish to ask, and she'd already been selfish enough. ]
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Even the kindness and reverence the Nora showed was difficult to understand.
This is so engrained into her that Aloy catches her off guard. So she can't help but blurt out: ]
Why? I'm a cow, down to the leaky tits— well, not leaky yet, but my nipple look like udders.
[ She's propped against a pillow, hands absentmindedly playing with the belt of her robe. ]
I can't believe this stupid thing still fits me.
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Her gaze, assessing and lingering, moves over Zero. ] You're kidding. You don't see how people stare? You're glowing.
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Glowing? Please. That's what they tell pregnant women when they feel bad for them.
[ She's not oblivious to how Aloy assesses her. It's not quite wanting, but is the start of something that invites that. ]
Do you know how people look at you? You're always the center of attention, but now that you knocked someone up without a dick? Those Nora girls are practically throwing themselves at you.
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[A slight lift of her shoulders follows this, not quite a shrug.] Do they? I hadn't noticed. [She had, and ignored it, with varying levels of exhaustion.] Besides, we're not talking about me. You haven't given me an answer yet.
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[ Despite her frown and clear dissatisfaction, Zero's fingers work to unfurl the knot holding her robe together.
The knot falls away and her breasts slip out of the robe, heavy and flushed. ]
So? Are you gonna' stick it in me or just talk about it?
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Got me what I wanted. I'm guessing that you find it cuter than you claim.
[For a moment, Aloy leans back to take in the changes in Zero's body, the ones she'd known of and the ones she'd missed during the months of Zero being too shy to allow her to see anything. She's gotten heavier, true — but Aloy finds that it suits her. There had been times earlier on where she'd been much too thin, barely showing, and it had been worrying. The months of being in Mother's Embrace have treated her well: her hips and breasts wider, her cheeks full and rosy. Zero's hair is lush, sleek: it shines as it drapes over her shpulders and back. Aloy tucks a lock of it behind her ear and cups her cheek. Instead of jumping into things, she ignores Zero's challenge and puts a palm on her swollen belly. Her hand is warm and calloused, and her gaze goes a little softer.]
Give me a moment. I want to look at you - who knows when you'll let me do this again? I have to take advantage of it while you're feeling generous. [Her smile grows sardonic. With less challenge in her voice, she asks:] How has she been today?
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There was this bond between them now that managed to even overpower whatever they'd had before. ]
Same as usual.
[ She tries not to think about how Aloy has a full view of the untamed wilderness between her legs. She would never mind as much on anyone else, but she finds herself being overly self critical regardless. ]
Chatty and annoying— a lot like you, actually. I'm really in for it when she decides to pop out.
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[The answer seems to please her, the sarcasm of her reply aside. Her eyebrows raise a fraction.] And is she surly and disagreeable too, like you? [Aloy's hand slips from Zero's cheek to cup one of her breasts, her thumb grazing over the nipple in unrushed passes, then strokes it properly, feeling it harden beneath the pads of her fingers before she twists.] Because if that's the case, I'm the one that'll be in trouble.
[Her other hand stays where it is for a while, then moves steadily downward, parting Zero's legs only to stop midway up her thigh. Even there, she can feel the heat of her body, but she keeps her hand where it is, fingers thrumming some soundless tune against her skin. The hand on Zero's breast keeps moving, alternating between roughness and slow gentleness.]
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The whimper she makes is shameless, toes curling against the blankets in anticipation and impatience. ]
Laugh it up while you can.
[ she manages through gritted teeth. Then Zero groans, pushing herself toward Aloy's hands. It has been so long since she's let Aloy fulfill this need, it's hard to control herself. ]
Once she's here.. who knows when you'll get to touch these again.
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You’re not wrong. I’m going to have to make the most of our time, then — make up for what I’ve missed.
[Almost lazily, she turns her head to take Zero’s breast into her mouth.]
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Zero tilts her head to the side, a shaky laugh and wry smile following. ]
You haven't missed anything.
[ Lines and makes from her skin growing to accommodate life, ugly veins cross crossing across her body as her heart fought to nurture her and their child. It was as amazing as it was miserable to look at.
She watches Aloy from the corner of her eye, finding herself strangely bewitched by the image of her taking her breast between her lips. The thought that crosses her mind is strange and hormone addled— some strange, aroused and maternal thought settling over her. ]
But.. I did miss you.
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I missed you too. [She nuzzles against Zero's chest, the gesture oddly innocent. ] But you don't believe me, when I tell you that you're beautiful like this. [She doesn't sound disappointed, only faintly amused, and the hand between Zero's legs picks up in speed and intensity for a few moments, as if she means to drive the air from her lungs.] When have I ever lied to you?
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Never.
[ She manages to respond, the words agonized— almost pleading. Her fingers tangle themselves in Aloy's hair, nails digging into her scalp as Zero holds her close as possible against her chest. ]
But you're a bad fucking judge—
[ The words are caught in her throat and lost to a groan, so loud it almost shakes the house. Zero sits up, trying to move with Aloy's hand. ]
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You’re the one with bad judgment— [Her free hand grips onto Zero’s hip, and in this way she can control the pace of her movement without hurting her. Her fingers curl inside of Zero just to feel her tighten around her.] Do you know how crazy it’s made me, not being able to touch you?
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Zero is as hungry as she is needy, and in moments like this she is more grateful than ever for Aloy's strength and dexterity. Her eyes stay shut, head hanging to the side— encouragement leaves her lips in the form of sighs, demands in the form of whispers (there, faster, keep going) and she pulls Aloy closer and encourages her to suck on her breast again. ]
What is it— what is it about how I am now, that makes you feel like this?
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Hm.
[She gives the question consideration without slowing the motion of her hand between Zero's legs.] Where do I start? You're healthier now, happier. You've settled. [The hand grasping her hip shifts to cup her ass and gently squeeze. ] You've filled out. The changes don't bother me.
[Her gaze softens.] To have you both here is a gift to me. Like this... you're more beautiful to me than you've ever been. Do you believe me?
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She grunts and groans, crying out in mixed delight and misery from how close she already is. Usually, it takes more to get her into this state— where any pretense of guarding her vulnerability goes out the door, and she lets herself be flushed and hungry (mouth hanging open as she lets Aloy have what she wants).
When Zero speaks the words come out in a pleased hiss, and the question is spoken in earnest ecstasy. ]
Sometimes I imagine you put it in me. Do you think about what that'd feel like?
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I do. [This admittance is delivered calmly and without shame. Her face is flushed, and the words come out a little breathless. All the while, she keeps her eyes on Zero and her desperate movement, proud of being the cause of it.] Are you thinking about that right now? How it would feel, to have me inside of you?
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(Not that she could, even outside of that). Aloy's mouth feels cool, the kisses are warm but not nearly as hot as the surface of Zero's skin. The difference in temperature feels like a clammy breeze.
She shuts her eyes and almost melts an affirmative, nodding with her jaw clenched. ]
Too much, and not nearly enough. I'd suck you off till you were almost done, and then I'd make you nail me— I wouldn't let you stop until every part of me was filled with you.
[ Her nails dig into Aloy's back, sharp even through the fabric of her clothes. Zero's voice hits a new high, and she mutters against Aloy's face. It's hard to tell if what she says next is a warning or another act of seduction. ]
I'm about to come all over you.
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I'll figure out a way. I want to finish in you, I want you to feel it. I've been thinking about it for months, how wet you'd be—
[She buries her face in the space where Zero's neck meets her shoulders, kissing her there, too. Her fingers never slow, and the hand on Zero's hip tightens enough to bruise. She stares up at Zero again, her expression open and hungry, almost desperate.] I need — want to see you come for me, please—
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