Page 140 of To Fight and To Fold

Not that Aaryn had to worry about such a thing, because Thea groaned and fell atop her. "You can have me whenever you want," she murmured, voice deep as Aaryn had ever heard it. One hand pressed into the grass beside Aaryn's head, and the other—the other finally slid south.

Aaryn’s thighs parted beneath Thea's blissfully seeking touch, her body arching into her instinctively. Pleasure jolted through her, lips parting on a shallow breath as Thea dragged a finger between her folds.

The weight of Thea's gaze was heavy, and Aaryn wanted to shy away but also couldn't look away.

Not when Thea stared at her as if she were starved.

As if the wetness her fingers found would quench her thirst.

Aaryn felt particularly connected as Thea collected her arousal slowly, politely, as if Aaryn wasn't so full of desire it would spill out of her at any minute.

In a way, she guessed it was.

She almost laughed, but then Thea's touch was inching, circling, not quite meeting where Aaryn shifted her hips. Avoiding, even.

"Thea," Aaryn warned. It came out a whine.

"Skies, you don't even know," Thea groaned, as if she hadn't meant the words to slip out. Then Thea kissed her.

But Aaryn's moan made the kiss lazy, clumsy.

The swelling in her core tightened, and Aaryn rocked her hips into the touch. She wasn't as coordinated as Thea, not now, at the mercy of her tactical precision.

Aaryn's fingers twisted in Thea’s hair before she released her with a huff, remembering she had hands too. Curiosity and eagerness trembling at her fingertips traced the shape of Thea—her shoulders and the tautness of a bicep; the contrasting softness of her breasts, which Aaryn shamelessly sought. The ties of Thea's shirt dangled against the back of her hands and she undid them quickly.

"What do you even know," Aaryn returned—shakily—and nipped at her lips.

Thea’s deep chuckle rumbled into the kiss, made warmth flare in Aaryn's belly. It was less a meeting of lips than a sharing of breath as Thea stroked her fingers again and again.

So shared, so close, that Aaryn felt and heard the pleasure hit Thea as she defeated her enemy—the shirt. Aaryn cupped her, nipples tight against her palm, beading beneath her fingers as she brushed her thumbs over Thea.

It was a little clumsy on Aaryn's part, and on Thea's too as her hips rolled against Aaryn's thigh, too many moving parts that, regardless of how out of sync they were, melted the urgency between them.

Kisses dripping honey, soaking into their moans, spilling between their mouths, drawn forth by Thea's meticulous fingers between Aaryn's thighs.

Aaryn wondered if it dewed between Thea's, too, beneath her pants, where she rocked against Aaryn's hip. Thea gasped and Aaryn locked onto the tiny freckle on her jaw, a target for her lips. She smiled at Thea's questioning hum and slid down her throat, visited the dip in her collarbone and considered taking up residence there, before abandoning her new home for the tempting peaks of her breasts.

Thea's skin was so soft against Aaryn's lips, her nipple a tight opal that she pressed her tongue to.

There was a hitch in the perfect rhythm of her fingers, but Aaryn couldn't give volume to the amusement in her chest, because Thea’s strokes still pulled the line of pleasure taut, making her breath catch only to skate shakily across Thea's skin.

"I like feeling you like this," Thea said with a pointedly slow glide between her folds. "You're so wet for me."

Aaryn pulled her mouth away, her entire body jerking in pleasure, nails digging into Thea’s bare shoulders. "You can't say things like that," Aaryn breathed.

"Why not?" Thea challenged. "It's the truth."

Aaryn swallowed and admitted, "I like when you tell me the truth."

“Me, too.” Thea's grin was intimate and knowing and—and something that made Aaryn's stomach drop and twist in arousal. With her shirt undone, hanging haphazardly from her shoulders, a hand between Aaryn's thighs, and her hair mussed from Aaryn's touch, Thea looked like she belonged there.

"Shall I tell you more?"

Aaryn suddenly didn't know if she could survive many more truths.

Thea worked her fingers and Aaryn clung to her, attention caught between the bite of her lips or the sway of her breasts as they moved together—Thea against her thigh, and Aaryn against her hand.

"I dreamed of you like this. I've wanted to kiss you for so long." And she did just then, as if to prove her point. "Great skies, Aaryn—" She choked off and shook her head, pausing the rhythm against Aaryn's hip. "You're here, with me. In my home. There's no armor between us, no Evergale."