"More... more or less," she manages breathlessly, her hips rolling forward, trying to keep to the rhythm that Zero's set. She had prepared for this, or at least, she thought she had during the development of the toy. This was a million times more intense. It's hard to focus on answering the questions, or anything at all when Zero is all over her like this. Her eyelashes flutter; she bites her lower lip. Liquid beads at the tip of her cock, a clear lubricant, and her toes curl when Zero runs her tongue over the sensitive and swollen head. It's so warm here — in the tent, humid and sticky, and the air smells so sweet. There's pollen sticking to her eyelashes, narrowing her eyes to slits. She can see glimmering motes of it in Zero's hair as her head bobs. Zero's mouth is hot and wonderfully wet, and she isn't sure if she wants more or if she wants her to slow down. She manages a laugh. "And not long, ah— Zero..."
How could she be so calm, Aloy wonders? She felt like she was going to jump out of her own skin, feeling heat coil deep in the pit of her stomach and tightening the longer it went on. She tries to think of frost gathering on a lake, of snow falling. Cold, she thinks desperately, cold. She tries to think of the coldest she's ever been. Cold like All Mother's mountain in winter, cold like the Cut had been, when ice had gathered in her hair and snow had caked her eyelashes, so freezing cold that she had barely been able to feel herself gripping handholds on cliffs and mountains. Cold like the air became when she pushed a Sunwing so high up that the air got thin around her. Even this mind over matter exercise barely makes a dent. Her hand trembles slightly as she reaches to gently card her fingers through Zero's hair, tangling in silvery-gold strands.
Practice, mostly. But it helps that Aloy's squirming is as arousing as it is amusing. Her eyes don't drift down once, not even when Aloy finally touches her. The feeling of her fingers makes Zero sigh, mouth still so close to Aloy.
"What are you waiting for then?" She leans towards Aloy's hand, trying to create more contact between them, mouth leaving her for just as long as it takes to mumble those words. Then she slips forward, taking the very tip into her mouth and sucking, hands not once still during any of this.
Zero's sigh reverberates along her skin, and Aloy shudders, her hand tightening in her hair. There's a pressure building in her, one familiar enough from her own experiments, but it seems magnified in this hazy space. Alone with Zero, well and truly, after months of waiting.
The heat and friction of Zero's breasts against her and her mouth drive her crazy, but it's what she says that sends her over the edge. She finishes with a low groan, spilling all over Zero's chest and into her mouth. More of the clear lubricant — she would explain the details, but she's out of it, slumping backward. Her head lolls to the side and she tries to catch her breath, her face flushed and strands of her hair sticking to her cheek and the side of her mouth. She blinks slowly, returning to herself.
She is so enraptured by the lead up that what follows catches her off guard. It is disgustingly euphoric she realizes, to know that Aloy had concocted this device for her pleasure but also in the name of claiming her in this way. Zero licks her lips, tasting and swallowing whatever she can. She looks down at her chest as almost an after thought, but then she moves again, leaning forward to kiss Aloy in a way that could almost be describe as sweet.
She is the closest thing to giddy manageable for someone like Zero when she asks:
She returns Zero's kiss just as gently, pulling her a little closer. Aloy grins, still breathless and recovering from the aftershocks.
"It was good," she says, and amends a second later: "Great, ah... didn't mean to be done that quickly," her gaze searches Zero, narrowing in on the liquid drying on her chest, glazing over, then quick as anything, down in the direction of the toy. It's still semi-hard where it rests on her thigh. "I uh, adjusted for refractory periods — had to make sure it didn't... overload me every time. Some of the old tech for devices like this were more realistic, but this one's designed to be more adaptable."
She's pleased at her one-woman project, but more importantly, she asks, earnest, "What do you think? Does it pass muster?"
She half listens, only really registering Aloy's bashful pride over her invention. Zero licks her lips, mouth suddenly so dry- the humidity, maybe, she was sweating more than usual. What remains of her clothing sticks to her skin and just makes her warmer.
Zero stays where she is leaning forward on her hands and knees, she sounds fond when she speaks.
"Well how the hell am I supposed to know, dummy? It's on me, not inside."
"Oh," Aloy says, and then, a little flustered: "Right! Of course..."
She's a little nervous, though her eagerness and enthusiasm makes up for it. She reaches for Zero, then pauses. "How do you want me? You could," she twirls her index finger "turn around? Or we can try something else."
She shouldn't be surprised that Aloy would ask, it breaks her sudden sex-crazed immersion for the briefest of moments- something dumbfounded on her face. She's just not used to all this asking, that's all.
But then, she comes back to earth, and smiles without any smolder, without being coy or intentionally seductive. She looks no frills happy.Zero shrugs casually.
It's embarrassing, but Zero's smile makes Aloy's whole face brighten. She considers, then reaches to pull Zero forward, leaning back until she's settled her into her lap, skin to skin. This closeness is enough to wake up the toy, and there's a quick intake of breath from Aloy at the sensation of it slowly beginning to harden again where it's pressed against Zero's thigh.
She shifts a little bit, both out of an odd sense of nervousness and out of a desire to make them both comfortable. She presses her forehead to Zero's own. "Like this," she murmurs. "I want to see your face."
It's a mix of pollen induced arousal and everything that's come before that makes Zero so sensitive. Aloy presses against her just so and she surprises even herself with the effect it has. The slightest bit of friction is enough to make her shiver.
Aloy's answer is more embarrassing still, and not even Zero can hide how shy the answer makes her feel- though she tries, dipping her face against Aloy's neck, kissing the skin and skimming it with her teeth. What remains of her clothes is all bunched up around her hips and she shifts uncomfortably trying to press closer.
Aloy tilts her head to the side, giving Zero better access to her neck, an uneven sigh escaping her. The drag of teeth along her skin is gentle, though it's enough to make her shudder. She clings more tightly to Zero, starting a slow grind. Frustrated at the clothing impeding them, she tugs impatiently, trying to get access to more of Zero without moving away.
"Wearing too much-" It's a frustrated complaint. She manages to push enough fabric off to the side to get better access. Something about Zero being half-clothed seems to excite her more than fully undressing her — she lines the head of her cock and slowly enters her. A soft groan escapes her — her hands tighten on Zero’s hips, pulling her closer and driving herself in deeper, until she can go no further. She forces herself into stillness, getting accustomed to the tight heat and wetness enveloping her. When she starts to move, it's carefully. Part of it is gauging Zero's reactions. Most of it is trying not to finish too quickly again and embarrass herself.
Aloy is always careful in moments like this; to see her frustrated and fixated in this way was perhaps just as unexpected as the Techno Dick. Zero watches Aloy tug at her clothing, finding it hard to do much else. Something slows her body and mind- she's overwhelmed. She rubs at the dust stuck in her lashes, grateful for the seconds of solitude behind her hand.
Aloy enters her and suddenly she realizes how long it's been since they've done anything at all. Zero hisses and bites down on her lip to quell what she can. The sleek design had betrayed her eyes- it fills her more than she expects. She squeezes her eyes shut when they are still again, as if needing the moment to catch her breath even though they'd barely moved at all. When Aloy moves again she does not stop and Zero finds it harder to bite her lips shut; slowly they begin to part and with that noise follows, her sighs and groans slowly rising in pitch.
In the moments where she has enough space to think, Aloy feels dazed. It's a pleasant haziness that clouds her senses — the heat and movement of their bodies making her feel almost lightheaded. She licks sweat from Zero's throat, tasting salt and the lingering perfume taste of the strange pollen, then sucks hard enough to leave a bruise; she pants into her mouth before kissing her deeply.
"Good," she mumbles it without pulling away from Zero's mouth, sounding punch-drunk. "good... do you like it?"
It's asked with real earnestness, despite the situation. Aloy picks up her pace by a fraction, urging Zero to meet her.
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It starts with Aloy's mouth on her neck; her lips are warm and wet. Zero tilts her head to the side to give her more room. The tingle of an already forming bruise has her gasping, lolling her head back until she is all but hanging off of Aloy when she pulls away.
Her arms are wrapped around her neck for support, and her knotted fingers almost slip apart when she registers what Aloy is saying. She doesn't stop moving, but she can't seem to manage Aloy's pace- whether from exhaustion or surprise.
"-good? Wha- what do you mean good?" She struggles to speak, the words broken into parts with sighs and moans. Her grip continues to slip and so she pushes herself forward again, chin pressed against Aloy's shoulder. Her body needs and begs for Aloy to move faster and harder despite her own failures at keeping up. Her voice is muffled by Aloy's shoulder, teeth grazing the skin when she speaks.
"I can't. I need, I need you- ah." Zero is loud when she groans, hips rocking pathetically against Aloy. "More-"
All the noises Zero makes are alone enough for Aloy to pick up her pace, until the wet sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air. Her hands tighten on Zero's hips, using the leverage to lift and lower her to the rhythm of her thrusts.
"You," she gasps out, "you feel so good, I'll give you whatever you want, anything-" Her voice is strained, and to be told that she's needed makes her work that much harder. She hisses at the graze of teeth against her overheated skin. "I'll do this all night to you, please-"
The sounds she makes are erratic, varying lengths and loudness to her sighs and groans. Her hands, already looped around Aloy's neck, pull down- lowering them with her weight and hips without either of them pausing.
It's ironic, she knows, that they'd end up this way after her griping about missionary in the woods.
Once Zero is properly underneath Aloy she scrambles to pull her clothes up further, tugging fabric so that they can be as close as possible to one another. It's all bunched up around her waist and slips further and further up her body with each thrust Aloy makes. The last year had been spent in close quarters with other people: Beta, the Nora, GAIA always to some degree- out here in this place, after she's all but sweat out all of her inhibitions, Zero lets her mouth hang open and lets the whimpers leave her throat as loudly as it felt right.
Her hands slip around to grasp at Aloy's face, hands holding her face in place. Zero's words are spoken between sighs.
The change in positions surprises Aloy, after Zero's complaints, though she recovers easily. Even better — their closeness is intoxicating, making her feel as if she's going deeper with her thrusts. She's given up all pretense of being gentle at this point, encouraged by the uninhibited noises of Zero's pleasure and the tight wetness surrounding her cock.
They're pressed skin to skin, sweat-slick and so warm that Aloy is reduced to panting, her fingers digging roughly into the skin of Zero's thigh. The only thing that holds her back is not wanting to deprive Zero.
"Yeah," she breathes out, sounding desperate now, her eyes fixed on Zero’s face, "yeah... when you finish for me, I want to see it, I'm already so close again-"
One hand pulls Aloy's face closer so that they are mouth to mouth without kissing. The other one she forces between the two of them, dragging it down the narrow space between both of her bodies to rub her clit.
"-already?" She gasps against Aloy's lips, falling into melodic groans once again. It's hard to know if it's teasing or disappointment, maybe both (never mind that she is almost at the end of her own rope after insurmountable climbing).
"What- what am I going to do if you come before me?" This part is teasing, but she follows up with a kiss that is as needy as it slopping, spit and tongues pulling each other close and making a mess of them both.
When Zero does come it is not an act of mercy. It rocks her whole body, making her shudder and moan Aloy's name so loudly that the world around them shakes. Something warm and wet releases from her in a forceful gush and she falls back: eyes fluttering and face blush pink. The dew drops on her lashes glitter, lips parted and swollen. She looks as embarrassed as she is enamored.
"Already," Aloy manages a laugh between messy and wet kisses, never slowing her pace even with Zero's teasing and her own climax so close. She only barely manages not to go over the edge before Zero, and she's grateful for it when she hears her name cried out like that, feeling stars pop behind her eyes when she feels Zero tighten and pulse around her swollen cock. It doesn't take her long to finish after that — several more rough thrusts and she's finishing just as loudly, trembling in Zero's embrace and releasing so much of the lubricant inside of her that some of it spills out in what little space that's left between their joined bodies, staining the ground beneath them.
She collapses on top of Zero, the muscles in her arms like jelly, her cheek damp and sticking to Zero's chest. Her expression is dazed, eyes glazed over, and she's reluctant to pull out of her even though they're both still trying to catch their breaths. She decides not to bother — there was something deeply satisfying about their closeness. It felt good, right. Better than good — it eases the irrepressible itch beneath her skin for a moment, though it's still there, making her restless. Hungry. She's just cognizant enough to question it now, and dismisses the idea in the same breath. What mattered was that they were both enjoying each other, after so long of being at arm's reach.
She blinks slowly, still not fully back down to earth, and pushes herself up enough to press a tender kiss to the side of Zero's mouth. Her voice is hoarse when she speaks.
Every pulse and thrust is somehow magnified in the ripples that follow after she comes. If Aloy hadn't spilled inside of her she would have gone out of her way to tell her to do so- something full body satisfying at feeling her fill almost every crevice of her body. She can feel the sticky lubricant spill out of her and it quells something insistent inside of her, making the ache duller even if briefly.
They lay there for sometime. It is Aloy who comes to first. Zero is delayed in turning her head, and her own kiss lands on Aloy's cheek. She rolls her eyes, panting between her words.
"Don't ask stupid questions." She almost smiles and then she kisses Aloy again, slow and deliberate as her hands trace the line of her neck and then tangle in her hair. Zero was like this sometimes, but hardly ever once she'd become pregnant (for various reasons, many of which were more difficult to work through than others). Even before that this sort of intimacy, as soft as it was sensual, open in her love- was usually hidden behind well meaning nagging. Her face is softer, adoring in the way her brow relaxes and her eyes lift into a smile. Even these things were usually saved for when Aloy was in a particularly bad mood or had just returned from a long trip- tired, temporarily broken and seeking refuge.
Her face grows a tough more somber; she looks like she's deep in thought. For a moment she does nothing but stroke Aloy's face with her thumbs holding her head in her hands.
"You know all that shit they say about becoming a mom, and how it changes the way you look at the world- the love you're supposed to feel for your kid is so intense, more than any other kind of love you feel. I always thought that was fake 'cause of my own mom.. but at least for me, it ended up happening. Knowing that feeling.. I keep thinking about you- what you were like as a baby.. the fact that you didn't have anyone to love you that way." There's a pause, some lump in her throat produced by post-partum hormones.
"If I could go back and meet you then- I'd give you everything." A beat.
"Maybe that's why you sucking me off like that earlier was hot."
It's a quieter, gentler sort of affection than she's used to from Zero, and so her triumphant smile fades to something more subdued when she takes her face into her hands. It's still uncommon for Zero to talk about her life before she'd arrived on GAIA's Earth, and so Aloy falls silent to listen. What she says makes Aloy's own face soften, and her eyes mist over, flicker away and down.
"No one's ever said anything like that to me before." There's a weak little huff of a laugh at that, hoarse-sounding. "You've already given me so much — it'd be selfish to want for more. But... I would have liked that. To be with you."
The silence that follows after is comfortable, until Zero speaks again, and Aloy's whole face flushes. She swallows visibly, fighting down her initial flare of embarrassment. "That's... a lot to unpack." She debates it, then with a sigh, she adds, begrudgingly. "But it was." She leans forward then, in subdued eagerness.
There are many observations she could offer to back up her theory (and she would be a bit proud to make Beta think teaching her the scientific method was a bad idea). Instead Zero has some mercy. She laughs, husky as always but struggling still to catch her breath from it all.
"Hm, what else?"
Her hands are locked around Aloy's neck like a chain, she lets go of her body weight pulling Aloy down- whether they toppled downward or stayed upright was Aloy's choice alone.
"I liked the way you looked at me- most of the time you act like some knight in shining armor, but today? Dunno', I feel like if I told you to spit in my mouth you'd actually do it."
She is oddly thoughtful in her response. Zero takes her time in gathering her thoughts.
"I liked all the sappy stuff you said, and that part at the end where you pounded me into the ground. There's a dent in the shape of my pelvis in the dirt."
Again, Zero falls quiet. Her eyes stray from Aloy's for a second, there's a very clear uncertainty on her face.
"I'm sorry about before. It's been hard to focus on anything but the kid- I feel like if I look away for even a second something might happen to her. I didn't think about how much you had do to make all of this happen."
Zero tips them backward and Aloy allows it, wrapping an arm around her to brace her fall. Without her usual inhibition, she buries her face in Zero’s chest, intimate without being erotic, her ear pressed to where her heart beats. For a time she does nothing but listen, soothed by their closeness and Zero’s voice, the rare sound of her laughter. She does look up to respond, both eyebrows raised.
“I wouldn’t-” She’s embarrassed again. Her hand comes up to cover her mouth at the thought. “You seriously want me to do that?” She didn’t even know that was a thing that people did. “I was…” A pause. She struggles with this, admitting to being anything less than composed. “Frustrated, I guess. I wanted you to enjoy yourself. You’ve been so,” high-strung is the first word that comes to mind and she amends it before she accidentally blurts it out, “stressed about everything. And with the birth, and everything that happened before, I was worried about you.”
It’s not only rare to hear an apology from Zero, it’s downright unheard of, and Aloy is quiet and surprised in the wake of it. She lifts her head away from Zero’s chest to study her face, and reaches up to stroke her cheek. It’s tender, this gesture, meant to soothe. She is silent for a time, working out what to say, and then she speaks in the calm and reassuring way that was customary of her.
“It’s alright. I get it. But remember that you aren’t alone in all this. I’m looking out for her. I’m looking out for you too — that’s what being a family is about.”
She adds, “And the entire tribe is crazy about her, you know. Not to mention Beta and Zo. I think they’d take down an entire battalion of machines before they let anything happen to her. It’s…” She smiles some, and it’s tinged with melancholy. “It’s funny. Some part of me was afraid that history would repeat itself. It’s still a little surreal — seeing how eager everyone is to help.” Having a support system at all.
It's difficult, even now, to feel deserving of such tenderness from Aloy. She turns into her hand, half indulging in it, half hiding from her.
"Family, huh.. who would've thought." The word feels strange on her tongue. Her face is turned away into Aloy's hand and under this cover she silently mouths the word against Aloy's palm. She almost scares herself when she realizes she's thinking about Two: her attachment to a man who was pathetic but stayed by her side, those children she's taken responsibility for her— lost her mind for all for no reason other than trying to find some purpose.
She doesn't want that to weigh her down now— while Aloy is still inside of her and holding her like this. Zero turns so she can look up at her again.
"But honestly.. would you spit in my mouth if I asked? What if I did it to you?"
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How could she be so calm, Aloy wonders? She felt like she was going to jump out of her own skin, feeling heat coil deep in the pit of her stomach and tightening the longer it went on. She tries to think of frost gathering on a lake, of snow falling. Cold, she thinks desperately, cold. She tries to think of the coldest she's ever been. Cold like All Mother's mountain in winter, cold like the Cut had been, when ice had gathered in her hair and snow had caked her eyelashes, so freezing cold that she had barely been able to feel herself gripping handholds on cliffs and mountains. Cold like the air became when she pushed a Sunwing so high up that the air got thin around her. Even this mind over matter exercise barely makes a dent. Her hand trembles slightly as she reaches to gently card her fingers through Zero's hair, tangling in silvery-gold strands.
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"What are you waiting for then?" She leans towards Aloy's hand, trying to create more contact between them, mouth leaving her for just as long as it takes to mumble those words. Then she slips forward, taking the very tip into her mouth and sucking, hands not once still during any of this.
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The heat and friction of Zero's breasts against her and her mouth drive her crazy, but it's what she says that sends her over the edge. She finishes with a low groan, spilling all over Zero's chest and into her mouth. More of the clear lubricant — she would explain the details, but she's out of it, slumping backward. Her head lolls to the side and she tries to catch her breath, her face flushed and strands of her hair sticking to her cheek and the side of her mouth. She blinks slowly, returning to herself.
"Oh, wow."
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She is the closest thing to giddy manageable for someone like Zero when she asks:
"Well? How was it?"
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"It was good," she says, and amends a second later: "Great, ah... didn't mean to be done that quickly," her gaze searches Zero, narrowing in on the liquid drying on her chest, glazing over, then quick as anything, down in the direction of the toy. It's still semi-hard where it rests on her thigh. "I uh, adjusted for refractory periods — had to make sure it didn't... overload me every time. Some of the old tech for devices like this were more realistic, but this one's designed to be more adaptable."
She's pleased at her one-woman project, but more importantly, she asks, earnest, "What do you think? Does it pass muster?"
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Zero stays where she is leaning forward on her hands and knees, she sounds fond when she speaks.
"Well how the hell am I supposed to know, dummy? It's on me, not inside."
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She's a little nervous, though her eagerness and enthusiasm makes up for it. She reaches for Zero, then pauses. "How do you want me? You could," she twirls her index finger "turn around? Or we can try something else."
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"I dunno- how do you want me?"
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She shifts a little bit, both out of an odd sense of nervousness and out of a desire to make them both comfortable. She presses her forehead to Zero's own. "Like this," she murmurs. "I want to see your face."
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Aloy's answer is more embarrassing still, and not even Zero can hide how shy the answer makes her feel- though she tries, dipping her face against Aloy's neck, kissing the skin and skimming it with her teeth. What remains of her clothes is all bunched up around her hips and she shifts uncomfortably trying to press closer.
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"Wearing too much-" It's a frustrated complaint. She manages to push enough fabric off to the side to get better access. Something about Zero being half-clothed seems to excite her more than fully undressing her — she lines the head of her cock and slowly enters her. A soft groan escapes her — her hands tighten on Zero’s hips, pulling her closer and driving herself in deeper, until she can go no further. She forces herself into stillness, getting accustomed to the tight heat and wetness enveloping her. When she starts to move, it's carefully. Part of it is gauging Zero's reactions. Most of it is trying not to finish too quickly again and embarrass herself.
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Aloy enters her and suddenly she realizes how long it's been since they've done anything at all. Zero hisses and bites down on her lip to quell what she can. The sleek design had betrayed her eyes- it fills her more than she expects. She squeezes her eyes shut when they are still again, as if needing the moment to catch her breath even though they'd barely moved at all. When Aloy moves again she does not stop and Zero finds it harder to bite her lips shut; slowly they begin to part and with that noise follows, her sighs and groans slowly rising in pitch.
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"Good," she mumbles it without pulling away from Zero's mouth, sounding punch-drunk. "good... do you like it?"
It's asked with real earnestness, despite the situation. Aloy picks up her pace by a fraction, urging Zero to meet her.
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Her arms are wrapped around her neck for support, and her knotted fingers almost slip apart when she registers what Aloy is saying. She doesn't stop moving, but she can't seem to manage Aloy's pace- whether from exhaustion or surprise.
"-good? Wha- what do you mean good?" She struggles to speak, the words broken into parts with sighs and moans. Her grip continues to slip and so she pushes herself forward again, chin pressed against Aloy's shoulder. Her body needs and begs for Aloy to move faster and harder despite her own failures at keeping up. Her voice is muffled by Aloy's shoulder, teeth grazing the skin when she speaks.
"I can't. I need, I need you- ah." Zero is loud when she groans, hips rocking pathetically against Aloy. "More-"
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"You," she gasps out, "you feel so good, I'll give you whatever you want, anything-" Her voice is strained, and to be told that she's needed makes her work that much harder. She hisses at the graze of teeth against her overheated skin. "I'll do this all night to you, please-"
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It's ironic, she knows, that they'd end up this way after her griping about missionary in the woods.
Once Zero is properly underneath Aloy she scrambles to pull her clothes up further, tugging fabric so that they can be as close as possible to one another. It's all bunched up around her waist and slips further and further up her body with each thrust Aloy makes. The last year had been spent in close quarters with other people: Beta, the Nora, GAIA always to some degree- out here in this place, after she's all but sweat out all of her inhibitions, Zero lets her mouth hang open and lets the whimpers leave her throat as loudly as it felt right.
Her hands slip around to grasp at Aloy's face, hands holding her face in place. Zero's words are spoken between sighs.
"You- you wanted to see, right?"
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They're pressed skin to skin, sweat-slick and so warm that Aloy is reduced to panting, her fingers digging roughly into the skin of Zero's thigh. The only thing that holds her back is not wanting to deprive Zero.
"Yeah," she breathes out, sounding desperate now, her eyes fixed on Zero’s face, "yeah... when you finish for me, I want to see it, I'm already so close again-"
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"-already?" She gasps against Aloy's lips, falling into melodic groans once again. It's hard to know if it's teasing or disappointment, maybe both (never mind that she is almost at the end of her own rope after insurmountable climbing).
"What- what am I going to do if you come before me?" This part is teasing, but she follows up with a kiss that is as needy as it slopping, spit and tongues pulling each other close and making a mess of them both.
When Zero does come it is not an act of mercy. It rocks her whole body, making her shudder and moan Aloy's name so loudly that the world around them shakes. Something warm and wet releases from her in a forceful gush and she falls back: eyes fluttering and face blush pink. The dew drops on her lashes glitter, lips parted and swollen. She looks as embarrassed as she is enamored.
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She collapses on top of Zero, the muscles in her arms like jelly, her cheek damp and sticking to Zero's chest. Her expression is dazed, eyes glazed over, and she's reluctant to pull out of her even though they're both still trying to catch their breaths. She decides not to bother — there was something deeply satisfying about their closeness. It felt good, right. Better than good — it eases the irrepressible itch beneath her skin for a moment, though it's still there, making her restless. Hungry. She's just cognizant enough to question it now, and dismisses the idea in the same breath. What mattered was that they were both enjoying each other, after so long of being at arm's reach.
She blinks slowly, still not fully back down to earth, and pushes herself up enough to press a tender kiss to the side of Zero's mouth. Her voice is hoarse when she speaks.
"... You okay?"
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They lay there for sometime. It is Aloy who comes to first. Zero is delayed in turning her head, and her own kiss lands on Aloy's cheek. She rolls her eyes, panting between her words.
"Don't ask stupid questions." She almost smiles and then she kisses Aloy again, slow and deliberate as her hands trace the line of her neck and then tangle in her hair. Zero was like this sometimes, but hardly ever once she'd become pregnant (for various reasons, many of which were more difficult to work through than others). Even before that this sort of intimacy, as soft as it was sensual, open in her love- was usually hidden behind well meaning nagging. Her face is softer, adoring in the way her brow relaxes and her eyes lift into a smile. Even these things were usually saved for when Aloy was in a particularly bad mood or had just returned from a long trip- tired, temporarily broken and seeking refuge.
Her face grows a tough more somber; she looks like she's deep in thought. For a moment she does nothing but stroke Aloy's face with her thumbs holding her head in her hands.
"You know all that shit they say about becoming a mom, and how it changes the way you look at the world- the love you're supposed to feel for your kid is so intense, more than any other kind of love you feel. I always thought that was fake 'cause of my own mom.. but at least for me, it ended up happening. Knowing that feeling.. I keep thinking about you- what you were like as a baby.. the fact that you didn't have anyone to love you that way." There's a pause, some lump in her throat produced by post-partum hormones.
"If I could go back and meet you then- I'd give you everything." A beat.
"Maybe that's why you sucking me off like that earlier was hot."
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"No one's ever said anything like that to me before." There's a weak little huff of a laugh at that, hoarse-sounding. "You've already given me so much — it'd be selfish to want for more. But... I would have liked that. To be with you."
The silence that follows after is comfortable, until Zero speaks again, and Aloy's whole face flushes. She swallows visibly, fighting down her initial flare of embarrassment. "That's... a lot to unpack." She debates it, then with a sigh, she adds, begrudgingly. "But it was." She leans forward then, in subdued eagerness.
"What else did you like?"
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"Hm, what else?"
Her hands are locked around Aloy's neck like a chain, she lets go of her body weight pulling Aloy down- whether they toppled downward or stayed upright was Aloy's choice alone.
"I liked the way you looked at me- most of the time you act like some knight in shining armor, but today? Dunno', I feel like if I told you to spit in my mouth you'd actually do it."
She is oddly thoughtful in her response. Zero takes her time in gathering her thoughts.
"I liked all the sappy stuff you said, and that part at the end where you pounded me into the ground. There's a dent in the shape of my pelvis in the dirt."
Again, Zero falls quiet. Her eyes stray from Aloy's for a second, there's a very clear uncertainty on her face.
"I'm sorry about before. It's been hard to focus on anything but the kid- I feel like if I look away for even a second something might happen to her. I didn't think about how much you had do to make all of this happen."
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“I wouldn’t-” She’s embarrassed again. Her hand comes up to cover her mouth at the thought. “You seriously want me to do that?” She didn’t even know that was a thing that people did. “I was…” A pause. She struggles with this, admitting to being anything less than composed. “Frustrated, I guess. I wanted you to enjoy yourself. You’ve been so,” high-strung is the first word that comes to mind and she amends it before she accidentally blurts it out, “stressed about everything. And with the birth, and everything that happened before, I was worried about you.”
It’s not only rare to hear an apology from Zero, it’s downright unheard of, and Aloy is quiet and surprised in the wake of it. She lifts her head away from Zero’s chest to study her face, and reaches up to stroke her cheek. It’s tender, this gesture, meant to soothe. She is silent for a time, working out what to say, and then she speaks in the calm and reassuring way that was customary of her.
“It’s alright. I get it. But remember that you aren’t alone in all this. I’m looking out for her. I’m looking out for you too — that’s what being a family is about.”
She adds, “And the entire tribe is crazy about her, you know. Not to mention Beta and Zo. I think they’d take down an entire battalion of machines before they let anything happen to her. It’s…” She smiles some, and it’s tinged with melancholy. “It’s funny. Some part of me was afraid that history would repeat itself. It’s still a little surreal — seeing how eager everyone is to help.” Having a support system at all.
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"Family, huh.. who would've thought." The word feels strange on her tongue. Her face is turned away into Aloy's hand and under this cover she silently mouths the word against Aloy's palm. She almost scares herself when she realizes she's thinking about Two: her attachment to a man who was pathetic but stayed by her side, those children she's taken responsibility for her— lost her mind for all for no reason other than trying to find some purpose.
She doesn't want that to weigh her down now— while Aloy is still inside of her and holding her like this. Zero turns so she can look up at her again.
"But honestly.. would you spit in my mouth if I asked? What if I did it to you?"
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