Chapter 108*

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Surprise! Have you brought your flowerpots? Because you're getting some dirt. You can thank @sexycentennial for this. xD

Musical inspiration: All Through the Night – Sleeping At Last

The bedroom was comfortably warm, drenched in soft candlelight, fresh sheets that smelled of lavender, touching their right-out-of-bath skin. Chocolate and ginger curls splayed on the pillows, mixing in some places. They were gazing into each other's eyes, Zelda's hand on Lilith's hip, Lilith's arm wrapped around her waist, palm between her shoulder blades, pulling her closer.

Lilith had been getting better, apart from a few manageable incidents. She would engage in some conversation during their TV-evenings, ate properly, and sometimes talked alone with minion, which tended to leave her wound up, but Zelda had come up with her own little tricks to help with that and prevent anything unpleasant from happening.

In fact, things were going so well, Zelda could even go to the Academy for a few hours during the week, which she enjoyed, but it also exhausted her on top of caring for Lilith. That was why her muscles – especially those in her neck and shoulder region – were aching now, and her face was showing signs of stress, despite her gentle smile.

"Did anything happen at the Academy? You seem stressed...", Lilith asked whispering because the atmosphere was quiet, and it seemed appropriate.

"Mh... Ran into Ambrose, had a bit of a tense situation... But nothing to worry about", Zelda assured.

Lilith's hand moved to her face for her index and middle finger to brush over Zelda's eyebrow, triggering the reflex to close her eyes. Zelda let out a relaxed sigh and her fingers started kneading the flesh on Lilith's hip absently. Her fingers trailed down the side of Zelda's face, to her jawline and then neck. She leaned in to replace her fingers with her mouth, first planting some chaste kisses, then sucking on her pulse point, and finally nibbling the sensitive porcelain skin.

Zelda hummed pleasantly, tilting her head to give Lilith more access while her hand moved up to the brunette's ribcage, squeezing there gently. Lilith's lips found Zelda's, ghosting over them, then touching, to which the redhead responded openly. Her nose brushed her cheek as she sucked on her upper lip, causing Zelda's lips to part, her breath fanning her chin. Lilith released Zelda's lip and dragged her mouth across her cheek to her ear.

"I can help you relax...", she purred, sending shivers down Zelda's spine.

"But we haven't", she paused, insecurity about bringing it up flashing, "Since you gave birth..."

"All the more reason", Lilith pointed out, taking Zelda's earlobe between her teeth.

"Shouldn't you wait a few more weeks? Until everything's healed... down there?"

"Who said anything about you getting me off?", she returned to Zelda's neck, grazing her teeth there and nibbling, "Just let me take care of you."

Zelda's protest died on her lips when Lilith's thumb brushed her nipple through the satin of her nighty, making it stand pert immediately and surprising them both with how well Zelda's body still responded to Lilith's touch.

"I know you need it", Lilith purred again, keeping her attention on the sensitive nub under the pad of her thumb, circling it.

Zelda's lips searched for Lilith's, smiling into the kiss when they found them, moaning into her lover's mouth while she felt the desire pooling in her lower region.

"My Queen...", she hummed, growing needier and needier, opening up for Lilith's tongue to slide in and caress the insides of her cheeks.

Her thighs pressed together when she felt her nipple being pinched, sending a pleasurable bolt of pain directly to her centre. Simultaneously, she was heating up, sure her cheeks were already flushed. Her presumption was confirmed when Lilith started pulling her nighty's strap down her shoulder, freeing one of her boobs in the process. She found it adorable how Lilith's eyes lit up upon seeing the gentle swell of her breast and the pink bud starved of her attention.

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