Page 157 of To Fight and To Fold

Aaryn sat up, and Thea pulled the shirt from her arms, but she would not fall back to the mattress until she had rid Thea of her own.

Thea barely swallowed a moan as she followed Aaryn back down, letting her arms collapse her until they were chest to chest. The collision of their skin was addictive, comforting, titillating all at once.

Aaryn kissed her, hands tangling in her short hair, fingers brushing over her horns, making Thea gasp. It gave Aaryn pause, and she pulled away. "I always found these so cute. And I always knew you would hate that."

"M'not cute," Thea mumbled, lips meeting with each syllable, breath coming harsher from the loose grip Aaryn held on one of the small points.

"You're certainly changing my mind," Aaryn said, and dragged two fingers up the short length. Thea bit her lip against the moan that wanted to spill out, and Aaryn's mouth curled in a grin. "Oh, this is fun," she said.

Thea groaned in exasperation and kissed her again, sliding a hand between them to cup Aaryn's breast, eager to feel the sharpness of her nipple against her palm and rewarded for her payback with a pleased hum.

"I want to hold onto these while you're between my thighs," Aaryn said suddenly, tightening her grip on one horn, and Thea choked at the imagery and the ghost of sensation.

"I suddenly find myself wanting that too," Thea said, and placed a kiss against her lips before sliding lower. "But I also want this," she added, nipping at Aaryn's throat. "If I leave a mark, would that satisfy you? If I let everyone know you are claimed? They'll all know by whom."

Aaryn laughed and clutched her tighter. Thea brushed her smile into Aaryn's skin and sucked until it was reddened with her claim. Then she did it again, deeper into the curve of her shoulder.

With each mark, Aaryn skated her hands over her skin, her horns, to her chest. Thea's stomach dipped as Aaryn rolled a nipple between two fingers, and as she shifted lower she felt the dampness between her own thighs.

Aaryn moaned as Thea finally reached her chest, curling her lips around one straining peak. She swiped her tongue and stroked a thumb over the other as Aaryn grabbed at her shoulders. She tasted warm, like clean skin and the honeyed lotion bars they used.

"I’m impatient, Thea, please," Aaryn breathed, and no words had ever sounded sweeter from her lips.

Thea smiled against her skin and glanced up to find Aaryn's eyes dark and half-lidded as she gazed down at her. She was powerless to resist—not that she tried very hard, mind you—and shifted south. She drew her path in kisses, hoping to make Aaryn feel… desired. Precious. Cherished.

Because she was all these things to Thea.

Who also wanted her to feel a little desperate, half as crazed as she made Thea when they were dancing around one another. There was no more dancing. They were colliding.

Thea marveled at every inch of her bared, plush thigh and long leg, her cute knees—can knees even be cute? Aaryn managed it somehow.

When Thea laid between her thighs again, Aaryn’s glisten caught the low light of the glowing lamps, and arousal pulled taut in her core.

"These you can't show to anyone," Thea told her, lowering her mouth. "But you'll know they're here all the same," she said before digging her teeth into Aaryn's thigh, the flesh giving way just enough for Thea to leave another mark. Aaryn's stomach concaved, her breasts swaying as her breath caught high in her chest.

"You're a tease," Aaryn decided, and Thea chuckled warmly before brushing a finger over her, through the curls, parting her lips. She was flushed and waiting and Thea's mouth watered at the slick of her, the way her hips jerked in anticipation.

Thea planted a hand on her hip, holding her in place as she stroked her thumb over her nub. Aaryn gasped, a high, whiny pitch, and Thea wanted nothing more but to hear that sound again.

In fact, it became her new mission. Thea lowered her head, lapping at her teasingly. Her taste on Thea's tongue made her groan, the sound buried in Aaryn's flesh.

Skies, she'd been dreaming of this since she'd felt Aaryn so wet against her fingers.

She went back for more, laving her tongue over her clit, shifting her other hand to feel the way her stomach tightened with the tension. She listened to Aaryn's breaths, her cut-off moans, to learn which flick of her tongue felt the best. When she sealed her lips and flicked quickly over the bud, Aaryn bucked against her, that whine spilling from her lips again.

But it wasn't until Thea slid a finger inside her that Aaryn remembered her own promise, and curled a hand around Thea's horn.

The touch speared south, arousal buzzing through Thea, her cunt fluttering in desire, hips rolling into the bed to chase friction that was hardly there. Relief was found only in the blankets bunched beneath her.

She buried her want, her need, into Aaryn, tongue lashing at her as she added another digit, feeling the way she tightened around her fingers.

Aaryn matched her pace. Every time Thea thrust into her, Aaryn would squeeze or stroke her horns. Her rhythm might have been a half beat behind, but Thea was proud of that fact, that Aaryn could hardly concentrate because of her, because of the pleasure she offered.

"Thea," Aaryn breathed, and Thea trailed her eyes up as Aaryn's head flung back into the pillow, lips parted as she moaned. "I'm—it's⁠—"

I know, Thea thought, but did not dare interrupt her rhythm. She could feel it in the way Aaryn clutched at her horns, the way her hips tried to kick into each thrust, the restraint she managed to hold because she didn't actually want to buck Thea off.

She wanted more.