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It takes you an embarrassingly long time to finally realize that Stelsa’s been staring at you.
Not just looking at you. Staring. When you finally process the familiar feeling of eyes on you and you look up from your book, she’s got her sights locked on you so intensely that it makes your heart jump for a second and a chill go down your spine.
“...what’s up?” you ask cautiously. You’re both on the loungeplank back at your hive, cuddled up close as you read at one of your extensive textbooks (it’s so boring you want to gouge out your eyes) and as Stelsa curls up against your side tapping quickly at her palmhusk. Or, at least, she was, until she apparently decided to stare at you intensely with her glasses pushed up all the way and her pupils unfocused. It’s not often that you’ve had freetime like this lately, with you too wrapped up in your studying for an upcoming mock trial and Stelsa picking up more meetings than usual, so it’s nice to finally have the time to relax with your matesprit and spend some quality time with her before life picks up again.
That is, again, if she weren’t staring so intensely at you. For whatever reason.
“Huh?” Stelsa blinks, her lips parting in an ‘o’. Her gaze refocuses on you. “What’s up?”
You close your textbook and rest it on your lap. She always echoes you when she’s lost in thought, and you can tell by the way her voice isn’t as loud as it usually is that her mind is off wandering somewhere. “Stels,” you say, a little bit more clearly than before. “You’ve been staring at me.”
It takes a few seconds, but your words seem to get through to her because her eyes go wider than they already are before she gasps and you see the life return to her. “Oh!” she exclaims, and yup there she is, your ears start to ring. “Oh, I didn’t realize I was staring! I must have gotten lost in thought and…”
Instead of going on like she usually does her voice falls quiet until it goes silent, and with that you’re officially intrigued. You set your textbook to the side (carefully, because shit those things are important but you wish you could toss it in a fire) before you shift your brain out of its usual someone kill me now and focus fully on your matesprit.
“What were you thinking about?” you prod. You decide it’s a safe way to continue— usually all you have to do is prompt a little before Stelsa is spilling whatever’s on her mind in a long ramble. Most of the time she does it on her own, and you’d be a liar if you said your favorite thing isn’t listening to her talk and talk and talk.
“Ah,” she says, and her cheeks start to dust with a light teal. Interesting. “Well, I was just thinking about you and how cute you looked all hunched over your book like that and how much I wanted to kiss you but I didn’t want to distract you and then it just spiraled from there and I suppose I just got lost in thought and... you know how I am.”
Oh. You feel your cheeks start to warm up a little. You weren’t expecting that, but it makes your heart tug with a certain fondness reserved only for her. It’s definitely time to take a break from studying.
“I need a distraction anyway,” you decide, indirectly asking her to please distract you because if you have to think about being a legislacerator for another second your brain is gonna melt out of your ears. It’s been too long since you’ve had time to enjoy Stelsa’s company without a textbook in the way and fuck if you aren’t gonna take full advantage of it. “Humor me?”
Stelsa smiles a little, and her lip-gloss shines invitingly. “But Zizi you’re just so busy and I’d hate to distract you, I know your studying is very important to you…” You catch a glimpse of something in her expression and suddenly you start to feel a little guilty for how busy you’ve been lately. “And I know you hate when your focus is broken.”
You’re still cuddled up with her shoulder against yours and you can feel her shift uncomfortably. Well damn, you hadn’t realized you’d been neglecting her lately. “Stels, trust me when I say I’d much rather be paying attention to you right now than read another word.”
She thinks it over for a second before her guard is back up. “No, really I’m just being a bit needy. I'd much rather you focus on what you need to do. I know how much is on the line for you and you need to…”
Her voice drifts off once more, and when she shifts around again the gears in your brain start to turn. Oh. Ohhhhhh. The list presents itself: it’s been a long time since you’ve gotten downtime like this together, her mind drifted while thinking about kissing you, she’s shifting around and avoiding the subject, and if you look closely you can tell her cheeks are still flushed.
Well, you feel like an idiot for not realizing earlier. Of course that’s what she thought was happening when you invited her over.
Tyzias Entykk, smartest troll in all of Alternia.
You push your glasses up. “Stelsa,” you say her name slowly because you know she’s seconds away from working herself into a frenzy. “I need you to shut up and kiss me.”
Her cheeks go completely teal and you watch with amusement as her nose scrunches up like it always does when she’s flustered, making your heart pitter-patter. She opens and closes her mouth like she wants to say something, but for once it seems like she’s all out of words and before you know it her lips are pressing against yours.
Kissing Stelsa is hands down your favorite thing in the world. Time slows down to a stop, seconds blurring together in a sweet haze, and it feels like the world melts away until it’s only you and her left. You don’t mean to get sappy, but sometimes it feels like the universe was made just for you two, because when your lips connect you feel like the stars are aligning and the world is just how it’s meant to be. One of her arms wraps around your shoulders and the other comes up so she can gently hold your face and her palm is so soft against your cheek, so soft and it’s like her hands were just meant to hold you like this.
You steady yourself with a hand against her hip and the other slides up her waist. Your lips move sweetly at first, just a gentle rhythm of moving against each other. It’s been so long since you’ve gotten more than a quick peck or a rushed make out in between your two busy schedules and it’s nice to pause and let yourself take things slow, to take in all the little things about Stelsa that you love. Up close you can smell her flowery perfume that she always douses herself in, you can feel her eyelashes tickling against you with her heavy mascara she loves applying, and her lips are sticky and soft with that teal lipstick she wouldn’t be caught dead without. Her breath is warm against your skin and her hands touch you delicately like she’s handling the brightest diamond and it makes your heartstrings tug. You really are a lucky troll.
It doesn’t take that long for things to kick it up a notch, though, and as much as you love kissing her like you have all the time in the world you can tell there’s a different kind of warmth pushing just underneath her skin. Your kisses melt from sweet and gentle to something more demanding, like a flower’s petals starting to bloom, and her hands start to feel more possessive against you than delicate. You’re not complaining when your tongue gets a taste of that lipstick, when your lips are parted enough to sigh into her mouth and her into yours. You slide your hand down from her waist over her hip and down further, resting your fingers against the dip of her inner thigh and you can tell she likes it because she arches into you a little and she exhales sharply against you. Her hand slides into your hair and pulls gently and it sends small sparks of electricity down your own spine.
It’s almost painful to stop, but you pull away from the kiss for a few seconds to give her a lopsided smile. “This is what you wanted, right?” you say. You already know the answer, but it’s still cute to see Stelsa’s cheeks flush further and the way her open mouth turns upwards in a smile. She’s so pretty and your heart lurches with longing and desire as she starts to ramble.
“Yes this is exactly what I wanted oh I meant to bring it up earlier but I know you were trying to focus and I didn’t want tmmmmmm—”
You cut her off by pressing your lips together again because yes you love to hear her winding rambles but if you don’t start kissing her again you’re ninety-nine percent sure your heart is gonna stop beating. She makes a surprised noise against your mouth and the vibration from it makes you shiver. It’s the first thing that starts to get you warm, and not just in a we’re so close and pressed against each other kind of warm but in a this is gonna escalate for sure kind of warm. That’s probably what Stelsa was after the entire time, you figure, and when you tap your fingers against her thigh and draw it a little closer to between her legs your theory is confirmed when she makes another little noise against you.
You’re definitely not complaining. This totally beats that stupid fucking textbook.
With the direction of this cuddling session decided, you let yourself get a little more bold in your movements. You part your lips and taste that lipstick again and you’re rewarded when she shivers against you. Her hand in your hair grips a little tighter and you can tell she’s worked up already because her body is chasing your touch on her thigh and you can feel her breath catch in her chest. The feeling of your lips pushing and pulling against hers makes your chest start to draw tight and the little noises she lets out against you makes the first warmth of liquid fire start to run through your veins. Everything’s so close and intimate and your brain is melted, drips like slow honey, and you feel the first pangs of want starting to ache between your legs. Time runs slow and it’s just the two of you breathing into each other, warm touches against a thigh or a waist or a hip and sparks turning to flames beneath skin.
You pull away from the kiss so you can drag your lips down to her neck, and she tilts her head up to make room for you as you press your mouth against the sensitive part just underneath her jaw.
“Oh— Tyzias,” she breathes out shakily, biting her lip when you suck against her skin. It’s so hot and everything starts to feel like lava as you roll your tongue over the mark you leave on her skin before moving downwards to kiss her neck some more. She giggles when you brush your lips softly, exhales sharply when you suck and lick and bring your teeth down cautiously against her, and the more worked up she gets the more she babbles under her breath and hell it’s so her and so cute and even though your body is starting to fan into hot flames it makes your heart flutter innocently.
You really do love her.
“Zizi,” you manage to catch between her whispers. “I need— ah.”
“What d’you need?” you mumble lazily against her skin. You trail your kisses back up to press your lips against the corner of her mouth.
“Mmmmmm,” she whines, low and long, and it makes the flames inside of you kick into an inferno. She tugs at your hair and it sends another electrifying shiver down your spine. “I need you Zizi, please it’s been so long.”
She’s right. Usually you love to tease her along and work her further and further until you both can’t take any more, but it’s been too long since you’ve gotten to be intimate like this and you can’t bring yourself to put it off for a second longer. Hell, you’re both too needy to even move from the loungeplank and you know you’ll regret it when your brain catches back up to you, but when Stelsa breathes your name and arches her body into you it’s hard to find the part of you that cares. Loungeplank be damned, you’re gonna give your matesprit the time of her life and the stupid thing will just have to deal with it.
Tyzias Entykk, smartest troll in all of Alternia.
You take your hand on her thigh and slip it under her leggings and even at just that she shivers long, and you know you decided you wouldn’t tease her but just to be a little evil you let your hand rest there for a few seconds, just underneath the waistband of her leggings, your fingers rubbing small circles into her bare skin. Stelsa lets out a shaky exhale and you feel a little bit bad, so you kiss her neck again and suck at her jaw at the same time you dip your hand lower and slowly slip two fingers into her.
“Zizi,” she moans, letting her head fall back against the couch. It gives you more room to kiss and suck against her neck and you feel her squeeze around your fingers. You keep them still and she grinds her hips upwards, trying to milk any sort of pleasure from them that she can. “Please, can you— can you move them—”
You snort against her neck and try to cover up your slip by scraping your teeth gently against her sensitive jawline and she gasps, hips bucking into your fingers. “I dunno,” you say into her skin, “maybe you should do all the work this time. Let my hand get some rest.”
“Please,” Stelsa groans, and wowowow you really can’t say no to that because your body physically jerks at how needy she sounds and you can’t really ignore how it almost makes you finish right there. You curl your fingers upwards, dragging inside of her until she keens loudly, and when you know you’ve found that prize spot you start a steady rhythm of pressing and prodding against it.
She’s so beautiful like this, with her hips shaking and her back arching and her lips parted in little gasps and whines, and the way her eyelashes flutter against the gentle swell of her cheek when her eyes shut from the pleasure makes you incredibly glad you put that damn textbook down. You curl your fingers firmly even after your wrist starts to get sore, and it’s so worth it because her legs kick and her thighs start to tremble and you can tell how good she feels and that just makes you feel hotter and hotter. Your brain is hazy with a mix between love and desire and it’s the best feeling that you can remember.
You thrust your fingers hard against that spot and she starts to babble, voice reaching a fever pitch, and you know she’s getting close so you go for the kill. You keep up a steady rhythm, pressing and curling into her and she’s so wet and tight around your fingers, you know it’s gonna make a mess out of her leggings and the loungeplank but you really don’t care when she’s trembling and gasping and arching against you. Her breaths start to get closer and closer together and you put in as much effort as you can.
Stelsa’s breath suddenly stops and she arches forward stiffly, and you count one, two, three before she lets out a breathy moan and tightens against you. Her body trembles as her peak washes through her and she relaxes back into the loungeplank. You help her ride it out, keeping your fingers dragging circles inside of her as she gasps broken versions of your name. It makes you feel so incredible making her feel this good, and you keep your fingers moving until she finally reaches down to grab your arm with a choked moan.
“Goodness,” she breathes when she finally catches her breath, whining quietly when you slide your fingers out of her. “That was so good.”
You should’ve grabbed a towel or something. Your fingers and your palm are messy and sticky with her slick and if you were an idiot you’d wipe your hand on her leggings or the loungeplank, but you have more respect than that. You’ll get up and clean off in a minute. “I couldn’t tell,” you tease her. “Here I thought I was doing a sucky job.”
She rolls her eyes — her glasses are askew and hell she’s so adorable — but doesn’t say anything more, just tilts her head back again and tries to steady her breathing. A satisfied smile splits your face. You know you’ve done a good job when she’s too out of it to even talk, which is... literally what she’s known for. You consider that one an accomplishment in your book. They should make that into an award.
She brings a hand up to your face to bring you in for a sweet kiss, and you have to resist the urge to laugh when she’s still struggling to catch her breath. You love when she gets like this, so tired and blissed out, and when her thumb starts to rub gentle circles into your cheek you feel your eyes stinging a little with the love that washes through you. You don’t know what you did to deserve such an amazing matesprit, but you’re definitely grateful for her more than anything else because she makes you feel so complete and happy and you don’t know what you would do without her. Moments like these with her glasses crooked and her hair messy and her cheeks flushed a dark teal really make you appreciate how beautiful she is, and her love makes all the stress in the world worth it for these little moments of in-between peace.
“I love you,” you murmur against her sweet lips. “I love you, Stelsa.”
She lets her lips linger against yours for a few seconds more before she pulls back, looking a little more put together than she was thirty seconds ago. “I love you too Zizi,” she says softly, and the look she gives you makes you absolutely melt. “I really do adore you, you know. I mean that was incredible and everything I wished for and you’re just so sweet and…” She looks at you for a few seconds, letting her words drift into her smile, before she continues again. “Would you like some help?”
The licking flames between your legs say yes, but you have more pressing matters at hand. Literally.
You lift up said hand. “I gotta clean off first,” you say. “Uh, and we should probably move to the respiteblock before we do anything more.”
Stelsa’s eyes go wide and you can see the gears turning in her head. She opens her mouth like she’s about to apologize for your hand, but then she looks down and it’s like she realizes for the first time where you two are because her cheeks turn an even darker teal. You want to kiss them.
“Doing this on the loungeplank was a terrible idea,” she finally says.
You grin. “Tyzias Entykk, smartest troll in all of Alternia.”
Neither of you regret it.