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Bandits were supposed to be rough, at least that's how they were always portrayed; rough and tumble troublemakers who stole your horses and wives. Haru had joked that he wasn't cut out for bandit life, and while he'd lived it, Val was inclined to agree. He was so soft. everything about him. His hair, his voice, his laugh, his eyes, and most surprisingly, his hands.
The years in the desert had been quite kind to Haru, maybe it was a testament to his skills in making good skincare products, but Val had been using the exact same hand cream. it couldn't undo the decades of calluses built up from gymnastics, and while they were in different… lines of work, Valentine expected some callouses.
She expected wrong.
Nimble fingers- useful for the delicate work that is bomb-making and making your girlfriend see stars. deft touches provoking soft panting and whimpers as Val buried her face into the crook of Haru's neck. Everything about him was so soft, even when he was knuckle-deep in her. She loved how gentle he was, everything he did was with all the care in the world, but as his thumb lazily traced circles around her clit, she wanted anything but gentle.
The growing urge to turn the tables to do something- anything for a little bit more pressure- was quelled by the soft murmur in her ear, telling her what a good girl she was, and how patient she was being. Even though she could hear how his voice trembled with a mix of uncertainty and desire, she would indulge him; let him have his fun tormenting her, because fuck, she loved it as well. She lived for that haze of overstimulation, where her brain was foggy and she couldn't make coherent words.
In the back of her mind, she knew he was simply running through a mix of what she'd told him and what he thought was applicable from running wires and adjusting sensitive timers. This was all so new- she'd pretend she couldn't hear him softly talking himself through every movement. it was oddly endearing- but hard to think about when she felt his teeth clamp down onto her shoulder, making her let out an involuntary yelp.
“nngh- fuck-! harder-”
they both paused at that, and Val could feel the soft laughter Haru was trying to hold back.
“Was that… are you into that?”
“I didn't know I was until just now-”
His whole body shook with barely contained laughter, and she broke out into a fit of giggles, eyes screwing shut again, this time not from ecstasy, but from borderline absurdity. She was delirious, haru drawing out the post-orgasm haze longer than he had any business doing, but it was enough for her to crumple in on herself, snickering as he withdrew his fingers and licked them off, giving her a tender smile
As much as Val loved the sex, the post-coital cuddling was arguably better in its own right. cuddled up under blankets, squirming a little as an arm snaked its way around her waist to pull her closer and kiss her forehead, then cheek, then finally, her lips. She could still taste the remnants of herself on his tongue, but didn't pay much mind to it, simply pressing their foreheads together and smiling before ultimately playing a round of rock paper scissors to see who gets to be the little spoon; she let Haru win every time, she liked the feeling of holding him close and draping a leg over his hip. Not to mention, He was soft but he was sure bony, and his elbow prodded her weirdly when she was the little spoon.