Satzu Smuts

morning sun

“You're awake.”

Tzuyu had tried to be quiet upon her return, cradling goods from the next village over, her heart fluttering at the sight that greets her.

Sana is sleepy, still, seemingly unused to the new bed they had managed to afford, uncaring to the state of her dress as she pads towards Tzuyu - barefoot.

“I couldn't sleep,” Sana tells her, as Tzuyu sets aside her bounty, her weapons. She smiles warmly as the older girl presses so readily against her, seeking her warmth, nosing against the musk of her neck. “Not without you.”

“I'm here now,” Tzuyu murmurs, dipping her head down to catch the drowsy girl's lips in a tender kiss, her hands planted warmly against her plush hips. To think she was so fortunate, that Sana would leave everything behind for someone like her.

Abandoning her throne for the warm kisses of the head of her guard.

“Come lie with me,” Sana murmurs into their soft pecks, fingers gentle against Tzuyu's skin, leading a willing Tzuyu back into their bedroom, their kisses growing longer - deeper.

Sana's flimsy nightdress falls easily from milky shoulders, leaving her as bare as the gaze Tzuyu lays upon her. As bare as Sana's touch leaves her, their breaths growing heavier, their skin growing warmer, their bodies - sinking into the plush of their shared bed.

“You are so beautiful, princess,” Tzuyu can't help herself, can't help but whisper up to the girl perched so prettily on her lap, dainty hands steady against her firm stomach.

“I belong only to you, now,” Sana tells her, tenderly, lovingly, leaning down for another kiss, letting Tzuyu feel the tremble of her breath as Tzuyu's shaft glides through her slick folds.

“And I to you,” Tzuyu murmurs, the rough pads of her fingers tracing along the curves that will be known only to her, now, over the skin that only her eyes will bear witness to.

Tzuyu guides her, still, as Sana lifts her plush hips, as she sinks upon the thick head of Tzuyu's shaft, as the pretty pink of her folds envelope her cock so warmly, Tzuyu's head falling back against their sweet-smelling sheets.

“Gods,” Tzuyu gasps out, as she did the first time, as she would for every time, grip tightening as Sana's does against her stomach, nails digging into skin.

“I've never taken you for the religious type,” Sana teases breathlessly, her dark hair toppling like water over her shoulder.

Tzuyu sits up, sweeps Sana closer to her lap, drinking in her tender whimper. “It is only you that I could worship.”

It's a simple touch of lips, again, as their hips rock against each other's.

It's dizzying, the heat that surrounds them, the heat that surrounds her, Sana's tight walls hardly leaving space to move, Sana's moans hardly leaving time to think.

“I love you,” Tzuyu declares, through her stuttered breaths, pressing Sana against their bed and increasing the force behind her thrusts. She relishes in the drag of Sana's nails across her back, in the rising pitch of her moans. “I love you, I love you…”

Sana cries as she comes undone, as overwhelmed by the pleasure as she is by Tzuyu's weighty words, drawing the younger woman into a breathless kiss. Drawing the younger woman into the heights of her own pleasure, her toes curling at the sheer heat that spills into her.

“Sana, I…” Tzuyu starts, breathless and flushed, still sweet and musky from her morning trek.

Sana only smiles, runs her fingers through siljy hair. “I love you too,” She murmurs, into a bashful kiss, into the promise of Tzuyu's touch. Tzuyu only beams, as brightly as the sun, sinking happily into her kiss - and back into her.

They had a long morning ahead of them, after all.