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Everybody Lost Somebody

Brienne of Tarth x reader

Summary: Brienne falls in the Battle of Winterfell - her partner is left to deal with her death

Words: ~2k | ao3 link in title

Content/warnings: Major Character Death, angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of canon-typical blood/violence, cremation, perhaps a vague mention of suicidal thoughts

A/N: I am actually so sorry for this one - I don't know why my brain tortured me with this. This should go without saying but please only read this if you're up for it <3

Loosely based on the song 'Everybody Lost Somebody' by Bleachers. Here's a link to their Tiny Desk Concert which starts with a particularly nice version of the song!

I'm standing here in the cold and I gotta get myself back home soon Looking like everybody Knowing everybody lost somebody

A biting chill whipped through your hair, cutting your cheeks, nipping at your nose. You found yourself looking out over the vast darkness, a barren landscape blanketed with snow. The silence was eerie - almost peaceful, were it not for the almost painful twisting of every organ in your body, the hollow pit in your stomach. They would be here soon. But, for now, the landscape was completely still, not giving away any signs of what was to come.

“Love?” The voice was low, familiar, comforting. It rang out into the silence, ricocheting off the inside of your skull, as if your mind were subconsciously trying to cling to it - the tone, the pet name, the person behind the voice.

You turned, your eyes meeting the deep blues of your partner’s. Eyes the color of the waters surrounding Tarth, a bright sapphire that shone with emotion out here in the light of a singular torch.

“Brienne,” you breathed, the tremor in your voice betraying you.

“It’s almost time. You need to go.”

You nodded. You wanted to speak but you couldn’t - a lump had risen in your throat the moment your eyes had locked with hers. Brienne watched you stoically, hands clasped behind her back, head bowed slightly as she held your gaze. The only sign of emotion was a watery sheen over her irises and the barely visible trembling of her chin.

The silence between the two of you was deafening. An entire conversation held only in stares and the shuffling of feet. I love you. I love you too. Come back to me, survive this. I’ll try.

You broke first, lunging forward and wrapping your arms around the knight as you crashed into her - she stumbled back from the sheer force. The cold metal of her armor was a far cry from the soft, comforting warmth her body usually provided you, but it would have to do - there would surely be more time to hold each other, when all was said and done. After a moment, Brienne’s arms wound around you, crushing in the ferocity with which she hugged you close. Feeling her lips against your hair, you pulled your head back far enough to gaze up into her eyes - you needed those lips on your own, one last time before the battle.

Brienne’s lips were cold but her tongue was warm as it slid into your mouth, dancing with yours - coordinated, practiced, familiar. You kissed until all the air had left your lungs, and then some.

“Please.” You didn’t know how else to verbalize the thoughts swirling in your brain, but Brienne understood. She always did.

She stepped back, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles before looking out over Winterfell, nodding at the various figures taking their places for the start of the impending battle. You offered her a watery smile, which she returned with impossibly sad eyes. Then you turned your back to her and headed down to the crypts to wait out the fighting.

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Every minute of waiting feels like hours. White Walkers manage to make their way into the crypts - terrifying as it is, at least fending them off gives you something to do other than sit and wait and think and worry. You feel you've done enough of that in one night to last a lifetime.

Then it’s over and you storm out of the crypts, shoving roughly past every single person in sight. In any other situation you might feel bad, might be more polite, but your ears are ringing and you feel that, if you don’t keep in motion, if you don't keep running, you may collapse on the spot.

“Have you seen Brienne?” You pull roughly at Sam’s shoulder, spinning him around to face you. He simply shrugs, and you push him aside to ask the next person, your eyes scanning the courtyard for any sign of the tall knight.

Surely you’d recognize her immediately - you would catch sight of short, messy blonde tresses towering over the crowd and your frantic heart rate would slow. She would turn and her eyes would find yours and she’d smile with relief, and you would smile back, and then you’d run to her and she would catch you, winding strong arms around you. You’d coo about how much you love her as you’d check her for wounds, and she would assure you that she’s fine and you needn’t fuss.

But as you crane your head this way and that, you find no towering woman in sight. Perhaps she’s gone back to the crypts to search for you and you’ve just missed each other - perhaps she’s crouching in the thick of the crowd to tend to someone’s injuries - perhaps -

“My lady.” The voice is familiar, but it is not Brienne’s. You whirl around.

“Have you seen Brienne?”

Podrick shuffles his feet - he seems unable to meet your gaze. Instead, he jerks his head towards the castle wall and begins to walk in that direction. You follow him, your heart thumping wildly against your rib cage - you think it may burst at any second. Just a few moments - a few moments and then you’ll see Brienne and then it will all be -

He stops in his tracks, dropping his eyes to the ground. You furrow your brows as you follow his gaze.

A piercing scream rings out through the night air - it sounds so muffled to you, so far away. The only indication that it is yours is the scratching sensation you feel in your throat. You feel your lungs constrict and your stomach twist, and you drop to your knees.

It can’t be. Brienne is the fiercest warrior you’ve ever known. She’d just become the first woman to be knighted - she isn’t one to be defeated, not by anyone or anything. You’d been worried for her, of course, but you hadn’t really thought anything could happen to her - you feel silly for this now. No one is immune to death. Not even Brienne of Tarth, apparently.

Her body is covered in blood and sweat and dirt - you don’t care, you scoop her up in your arms as best you can, pulling her into your lap. Your fingers find her pulse point, desperately clinging onto the last shred of hope you can conjure up - the hope dies out quickly when you don’t find a pulse.

“Brienne? Darling?” you whisper at her, your voice hoarse with tears, as if you think hearing your voice will suddenly cause her to draw a breath and open her eyes and tell you she’s fine. Your fingertips trace over her lips, her jaw, her cheekbone - all freezing to the touch. There’s a lock of hair hanging into her eyes, it must be bothering her you think, still not fully grasping the reality of the situation - you brush the hair back, imagining the way she would blush and shoot you a grateful smile.

But she doesn’t, of course. And then it hits you all at once that she never will again.

Around you, everyone else is already starting to clean up, carrying off the corpses of everyone who fell in battle. You don’t move an inch - not even at the insistence of Jon, or Sansa, or even Podrick. You spend the night in the freezing cold, cradling Brienne’s body in your arms and stroking her hair, telling her everything you thought you still had a lifetime to say as your tears drip onto her scuffed up armor.

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By the time dawn breaks, the clean-up of Winterfell is nearly complete - though not for any effort on your part. You know you aren’t the only one who has lost someone, far from it, but you physically can’t move. Not when the only person you’ve ever loved, the woman you saw yourself spending forever with, is lying cold and bloody and lifeless in your arms.

“I’ll protect you forever,” you whispered, gazing into Brienne’s eyes with love and affection laid bare on your face. Her face broke out into a wide grin and she snuggled closer on the bed, until your faces were mere inches apart.

“Will you now?” she asked, her tone teasing and light. She ran a hand along your bicep, giving it a gentle squeeze. Mirth was evident in her gaze - you were quite a bit smaller than she was, and your frame was clearly not one of a knight or a warrior. She wasn’t even certain you’d ever held a sword, aside from assisting her with polishing Oathkeeper.

“I will,” you said resolutely. “No one will ever touch you, they’ll have to get through me first.” You beamed at her and she beamed back, a low chuckle escaping her lips.

“I don’t doubt it.” Then her lips pressed into yours, plush and tender - you could feel her lips curl up into a smile against your own, and you brought your hands to her face, one hand cupping her cheek while the other threaded itself into soft, blonde tresses.

You should’ve been there. Maybe you could’ve warned her someone was coming, been vigilant for her as she’d fought off the White Walkers. The rational part of your brain knew you wouldn’t have survived in the sea of attackers, but that part of your brain was currently nowhere to be found. You should’ve protected her, just as you’d promised.

There’s a hand on your shoulder again - no one has come near you in hours, but now there’s a crowd beginning to gather just outside the gates of Winterfell. The voice that speaks in your ear belongs to Podrick.

You wonder how he can be so calm, so composed - he’d known Brienne well, admired her, been a friend and a confidant to her. Perhaps he’s trying to stay strong for your benefit.

“We have to take her, there’s going to be a funeral,” he says. You shrug his hand away.

“I’ll do it.”

“Are you sure you can-” Podrick’s protests die in his throat as you stand on wobbly knees, pulling Brienne up with you. She’s heavy, especially still wearing her armor, but you know this is the last thing you can do for her, the last time you can hold her. So you gather every ounce of strength your broken body has to offer you, and you carry Brienne out to the gathering crowd, ignoring the pitying looks thrown your way.

There’s an empty spot reserved for her on one of the funeral pyres and Podrick helps you lift her up and lie her down.

Jon is giving a speech now, or so you assume. His voice sounds so far away, despite booming out into the barren landscape, that you can’t make out individual words. Podrick hands you a flaming torch and takes a step back as Jon, Sansa, Tormund, Daenerys, Sam, Arya all step forward, each taking their place next to a different pyre.

Your eyes flicker down to Brienne again as you light the pyre she’s lying on. One last glance, before the flames that are sparking around her engulf her completely. Her pale skin, almost blue from the cold - a cut across her cheekbone that’s new, she must’ve gotten that during the battle. Cracked lips, purple bruises along her jaw. That cute little scar above her lip, her blonde eyelashes. Her eyes are closed, so gently as if she were sleeping, her usually soft hair matted with dirt and sweat, just a touch of blood near her ear. She looks almost peaceful.

Everybody lost somebody - so why does it feel like you’re the only being eaten alive by grief, the only one seconds away from leaping into the flames for the chance to see your love again, even if in the afterlife? As if he could read your thoughts, Podrick’s hand finds your shoulder again. This time, you don’t shrug it off - you allow him to pull you back towards the crowd.

Smoke billows up from the pyres, turning black, quickly filling the air until it’s all anyone can see - smoke blanketing the silent, snowy landscape.

I know that I'm lost Lost in a world without you

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This! Is! So! Good!

A New Start (NSFW)

Larissa Weems x fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut (with some aftercare), NSFW, 18+, sub!Larissa, spanking, fingering, cunnilingus, degradation kink

Word count: ~3.7k

A/N: Okay, so this one turned out a lot longer than intended and has a bit of a slow buildup before the smutty part so it might not be for everyone. But I do hope whoever reads it will enjoy it! I actually liked writing it, and I found myself intrigued with Larissa being uptight and upper class and a bit of a prude. I think I just fell in love with the idea of Larissa being very "traditional" in the sense of being married to a man and then BOOM just having some sort of sapphic epiphany. I have proofread it, but as usual I post right before I'm off to bed so apologies for any mistakes.

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Tall, blonde, beautiful and sophisticated. This must have been the fourth or the fifth time you had seen her at the store, and you had caught her staring each and every time. Whenever you looked back, she blushed and looked away as if she hadn’t just been eyeing you up. You smirked to yourself and this time you decided to pursue it, curious about the outcome. You hadn’t really ever done anything like this, but you had to shoot your shot with her.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. I usually don’t do this, but I’ve noticed you staring every time I’ve been in this store and I had to try. Here’s my address. It’s up to you, but you’re gorgeous and I’d love to have you over for a glass of wine.” You winked and gave her a note with your address and number. This was so out of character for you and it immediately sent a nervous wave down your body.

She hesitantly took it and put it in her pocket, and it almost appeared like she was afraid someone would notice. “I’m involved with someone. Whatever you thought you saw was not the case, but thank you. Flattering.” She blushed and seemed embarrassed by the interaction, and you decided to leave her be. You didn’t want to get her in trouble. You were relatively new in town, and realised that people probably knew who she was pretty well.

You went home and put on a random movie you found on Netflix, trying to forget about her dismissing you at the store. Why did she even take the note if she wasn’t interested? You really had hoped she was different, but why would she be? She seemed classy, and she probably was just as classy as she looked. You decided to pour yourself a glass of wine to wind down when the doorbell rang. It was getting pretty late, and you didn’t really even know anyone in town but you decided to open the door regardless. You had a few colleagues you were getting closer to at work so you figured it could be one of them.

“Oh, I was not expecting to see you. Come in, please.” You were trying to wipe away your shocked expression when she walked inside, and she did not look happy.

“What you did was assuming and inappropriate. I am in fact married, and walking around stores giving out your address to strangers is a bold thing to do. Are you always that confident?” She looked at you with a stern look, but there was something else hiding in the back of her eyes that you couldn't quite read.

“So you went all the way over here to tell me that? You’re married, yet I found you staring and eyeing me up at the store numerous times. Forgive me for assuming anything at all, but if I was married, I wouldn’t do that. It’s a shame, because I could show you a very, very good time.” You winked and moved closer to her so she ended up backed up to the wall.

“W-well… Yes. You shouldn’t have done it. I wasn’t staring, I was just looking. Pretty cocky, aren’t you? You don’t know what you could give me.” She was clearly nervous and looked at you with furrowed brows, but whatever her eyes were trying to hide was still there.

“You were looking several times. I’m not cocky, but it’s pretty easy to tell when someone gives you a brief glance or they look at you several times. You fit into that last category. But don’t worry. Glad we sorted this out, and I won’t keep you. Go home to your husband. ” You gave her a sarcastic smile while eyeing her up before you opened the door. She hesitated but left.

You scoffed and shook your head. Why did she even bother showing up if she found herself so deeply offended by it? She could have thrown away the note and forgotten about the whole thing. Suddenly, the doorbell rings again and it’s her.

“Now, you listen to me. Do you know who I am? I am the headmistress at Nevermore Academy, and I am used to a certain amount of respect around here.” She pointed a finger at you and you moved closer.

“And I think you came here for a reason. I bet I could make you squirm within minutes. That uptight attitude does something to me.” Your eyes wandered down her perfect curves. She was wearing a cream white dress with matching heels. She looked stunning, but she probably always did.

“You really have no idea who you’re dealing with. How dare you speak to me this way? I don’t know where you work, but I could have you fired within an hour.” She tried sounding intimidating and threatening, but she was blushing. Your words got to her, but she did not want to admit it. You were however not too happy about the way she spoke to you, like you were inferior. You pulled her inside and pushed her against the wall.

“Okay, headmistress who also seems to be running this town. I told you to forget about it. But you were the one who couldn’t keep your eyes to yourself. Quick advice for the future; control your staring so you don’t give people the wrong impression. Eyeing people up when you’re happily married? That’s pretty unusual too. I’ll leave you alone from now on, and I’ll make sure to leave the store if I see you. Okay? Now, if you’re done berating me, you’re free to leave.” Once again, you open the door but she doesn’t move. Whatever she was hiding in her eyes was becoming more apparent. It swam to the surface in her deep blue eyes. It was lust. You were right all along.

Her entire demeanour changed. It was as if she let go of something that was holding her back, but she was still nervous. “I came here for a reason. And as for happily married? A man that doesn’t see me or love me? Frankly, I don’t love him either but in my position and him being an important businessman in this town breaking it off will just look bad. I have never been with a woman, and I have never found another female attractive, but there is something about you. Your confidence. The way you carry yourself.” She looked away, and she looked unhappy after talking about her unhappy marriage. Like she was ashamed of being trapped with someone who didn’t even care for her.

You put a finger under her chin so she was forced to look at you. “I don’t understand how he can ignore someone like you, and not even look at you. You’re a goddess. You’re absolutely stunning. Do you think I go around handing out my address and phone number to strangers? I have never once done that before, but I found myself infatuated with you. I had to take a chance eventually. You should be worshipped.” You wiped a tear that fell from her eye. She wasn’t used to hearing words like that, you could tell that much.

“My name is Larissa. I realised I never told you that. And thank you for your kind words.” She smiled gently and blushed, and she clearly liked your compliments.

“Hi, Larissa. Very nice to meet you, and learn your name! I was just having a glass of wine. I realise I’m pretty much a stranger to you still, but would you care to join me?” You looked at her with a questioning look, hoping she would stay.

“Thank you, Y/N. That sounds lovely. It’s not like he would notice that I’m gone anyway.” She gave you a light chuckle and you helped her with her coat before guiding her to the sofa. You went to the kitchen to fetch a glass and the wine bottle before pouring her a glass.

“So, Larissa. Headmistress, huh? That’s pretty impressive. A colleague of mine told me about Nevermore. Sounds pretty cool! I think it’s great that you have a school for outcasts where they can be themselves. Society is too quick to judge people that deviate from what they think should be the norm.” You shook your head and took a sip of your wine.

She looked shocked at what you just said, like she had never heard anyone talk about outcasts without judgement or resentment. “I… Thank you. I should probably mention that I am a shapeshifter. And I am not used to anyone saying things that aren’t filled with disgust or hatred for us. Especially not a normie.” She gave you a soft look that almost screamed “thank you” and you could tell that she already felt more comfortable.

“A shapeshifter?! That is so cool! So you can shapeshift into anything you want?” You were genuinely excited about her confession, and you truthfully had always found outcasts interesting and fascinating, and you would always defend them if they were brought up in discussions.

She laughed, and her laugh was so delightfully genuine and the most wonderful laugh you had ever heard “Yes, I can shapeshift into anything I want. It’s not a power I use very often, but it can come in handy at times. But enough about me. What about you? What brought you to Jericho?” She put her elbow up on the back of the sofa and leaned her head on her hand. She looked curious and like she really wanted to know more about you, and not like she had asked as a form of courtesy.

“My girlfriend cheated on me with my best friend, and I don’t really have any family I talk to. I needed a new start, and I was looking to get as far away as possible and ended up here. I work as a web developer, and I found a job with a company here. And that’s how I ended up in Jericho! I really like it so far.” Thinking about your ex annoyed you, and talking about her made you even more annoyed.

She looked at you with an almost horrified look on her face. “Y/N, that is terrible. But on the other hand, they both showed you who they really are, and I’m glad you got away from them. But I am sorry to hear that you don’t have any close ones. Aren’t you lonely? Being in a new town all alone?” She moved slightly closer, still with a horrified and almost sad look on her face.

“I am an introvert so I enjoy my own company. I haven’t been in touch with my family for years and they don’t accept me for who I am. When I came out, they gave me an hour to pack up my things and I never looked back. I’d rather be alone in a new town than with people who can’t accept me for who I am.” You gave her a reassuring look, and noticed that she had moved even closer again. She was looking intently at you, almost as if she wanted to give you all the caring and love she felt like you had been missing.

“You went through more than you deserved. I might not know you that well, but I can tell that you’re a wonderful human being. You should always be able to be yourself, and no one should judge you for that.” She took your hand in hers and you twitched at the touch. Her skin was soft and warm, and it felt like electric shocks pulsated through your body.

“It’s fine now, I feel nothing when I think about them. I am better off without them. But thank you, truly. You’re a beautiful human being yourself.” You felt liberated in her presence, and it was so easy to talk to her. She was so different than she had first seemed, and you thought it might be the wine but mostly it felt like she just let go of the outer shell she so often had to carry.

She moved even closer and her eyes met yours in an intense stare before she gently grabbed your hand again. “Did you really mean those things you said to me? Those… Those nice things?” She blushed and looked down, still holding your hand.

“I did, Larissa. I think you’re absolutely breathtaking, and I also do believe that you should be worshipped like the goddess you are.” You moved slightly closer and rubbed the back of her hand with your thumb to show her that you meant it. She seemed insecure, even though you had no idea how that was even possible.

“Would you… Uh… Show me?” She looked at you with the most genuinely innocent look you had ever seen and it made your core tense up into a string of heat immediately.

You leaned forward to kiss her, and she eagerly responded and let out a whimper into your mouth before your tongues started dancing in a slow, intense dance. It felt so right, so warm and so filled to the brim with sparks and emotions.

“I’ll show you. Just be a good girl and follow my lead, and I’ll make you feel things you have never felt before.” Your lips swept gently down her jaw towards her neck before you left tender kisses and she let out a deep groan. Your hand moved to her back and you were about to pull down the zipper to her dress when she pulled away.

“I… I don’t think I can do this. What do you want with an older lady like me? You should find someone your own age.” She fiddled with her hands and looked down.

“Larissa, I want you. If I wanted someone else, I wouldn’t have left my address with you. Now, please… Let me take care of you. Let me see you. Let me feel you. Let me taste you.” Your hand gently cupped her chin and she looked you in the eyes.

She blushed and gave you a smirk you didn’t know you had been waiting for, but it was all you needed in that moment “I don’t have any clue what to do, but… Your words make me feel things I have never felt before. If you want to see me… Let me show you. Take me to bed?” She got up and you followed her before grabbing her hand and taking her upstairs to your bedroom.

“I do want to see you, so please… Show me, if you want to. If you don’t, there is no pressure.” You let your hand gently stroke her cheek so she knew that she really didn’t have to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with.

She pushed you down on the bed and the lust in her eyes filled them entirely. “Tell me what to do. I want you to use me.” She bit her lip and her hand wandered from her neck and down her body.

“If you’re absolutely sure, I will gladly tell you what to do. Use the word “torch” if you want me to stop or you’re feeling uncomfortable in any way, okay?” You took her hands as a way of showing her that her feeling safe was important to you.

“I will use the word “torch” if I’m uncomfortable. And I am absolutely sure. Now please… Use me like the dirty whore I am for you.” Her words made your eyelids flutter, and hearing her say something so filthy with her heavenly voice and that accent was almost too overwhelming.

“Strip for me. All of it.” Your voice was firm, and you leaned back on your elbows, following her every move.

She reached to her back and pulled down the zipper. The way she looked at you with a sweet mixture of innocence and desire drove you absolutely insane. She had been an uptight upper class lady an hour ago, and now she was referring to herself as your dirty whore. She let her dress fall to the floor, and you found yourself in awe, mouth agape with hunger for her. She unclasped her bra and pulled down her panties while gently rolling her hips.

She moved closer and discreetly spread her legs a bit as an invitation. Your reassurance and compliments had wiped away her insecurity and it thrilled you. She should feel like the goddess she is, and she should feel appreciated. “Please touch me.” The tone of her voice was filled with a lustful desperation, and you couldn’t control yourself any longer.

“On the bed. Spread your legs.” You watched as she crawled onto the bed and laid down before spreading her legs. Her inner thighs were dripping with her arousal and you got on your knees between her legs before leaning down to kiss her chest. Your mouth drew a trail towards her breast before you bit her nipple and she whimpered. Your hand travelled down her stomach before it found her mound and you groaned when you felt how wet she was. Your fingers started drawing lazy circles on her clit and her breathing got heavier.

You continued kissing down her stomach, and she was already twitching underneath you. Her skin was soft and warm, and you could feel her legs spreading more and more before your lips found her clit and you gently sucked it. “Mhh, Larissa. You taste so fucking good.” She gasped, and you let your tongue trail up her slit before you started circling her clit in slow circles while you shifted position and let your fingers trace her entrance.

Your tongue picked up the pace a bit and you felt her fingers in your hair. You let two fingers slide slowly inside her and her walls immediately clenched around you as she once again gasped and let out a filthy moan. “Oh, Y/N… I need more, p-please.” You added another finger and she screamed out, meeting you in the thrusts. Your tongue kept working on her clit while your fingers pumped hard and deep. The way she was clenching let you know that she was close and you shifted position a bit so you got closer and your tongue started circling harder on her clit. Her moans became louder and louder until she began squirming and shivering as she exploded in a loud orgasm and released a warm wave of her sweet arousal over your fingers while screaming your name. You let her ride it out and slowly pulled out your fingers when she had calmed down enough.

Suddenly, she turned over and got up on her knees. “Please. More.” She looked at you and begged you with her eyes.

“Aren’t you a desperate little whore for me, hm? Can’t get enough, can you?” You spanked her and she whimpered.

“No, I can’t get enough. Please fuck me. Make me yours. Use me, use me like I’m your toy.” She spread her legs, and you shoved your fingers inside her soaked cunt. You started thrusting hard and deep right away and it was an exhilarating feeling having her in your complete and utter power and on her knees before you. It didn’t take long before you could sense that she was close again, and you spanked her before fucking her harder. She tipped over the edge and came in a loud orgasm, and you continued fucking her to her delight.

Her eyelids fluttered and she was panting while her arousal poured down your hand with every thrust, and her orgasms kept coming as her legs spread more and more. She clearly loved being used by you as she cried out in whimpers and moans while coming over and over again, each and every orgasm just as loud and intense. Eventually, you could tell that she was overstimulated and exhausted and you let her ride out her last orgasm before you gently pulled out your fingers and leaned forward to kiss her back.

You went to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth before gently cleaning her up. She had moved to the side of the bed when you came back and she smiled when you looked at her. “Y/N… That was incredible. I don’t know what else to say. No one has ever… Well… With their tongue…” She blushed and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“How on earth is that possible? Well, I am honoured to have been the first, because you taste like heaven.” You winked and kissed her before stroking her cheek. She blushed at your words and chuckled lightly.

“Thank you, Y/N. For making me feel the way you made me feel. No one has ever made me feel this desired before. This is the craziest thing I have ever done, but nothing has ever felt so right.” She looked like she was in complete awe, and she stroked your cheek. Her touch was so soft and caring, it almost made you melt.

“I am so glad I handed you that note, no matter how inappropriate it might have been. Oh, and… Would you like to stay the night? Or do you have to go?” You looked at her with a look that you hoped told her that you were dying for her to stay.

She looked at the time and sighed. “I’m afraid I have to leave. But if you’re free tomorrow, perhaps you would like to come and keep me company when you finish work? I have a long workday tomorrow, and I have a private flat at the academy for when I have busy days. I know it’s unfair, but I’m afraid this is how things will have to be, at least for now.” She stroked your cheek again, as though she was trying to apologise.

“I would love to, Larissa. The thought of fucking you in your office is a very thrilling thought.” You gave her a sly wink and she chuckled.

She got dressed and you followed her downstairs. You took a peek out the window and made sure no one would see her leaving. She leaned down to kiss you again and looked into your eyes before moving towards your ear. “It’s as if I can still feel your fingers inside me, Y/N. I’ll dress up nicely for you tomorrow.” She bit your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You had awakened something in her, and you were the only one who could feed it.

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