this is smut btw
yes the title is from a lana del rey song
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Ririka's pale eyelashes flutter open, letting the morning sunlight bleed into her vision. She let a comforting sigh escape her lips, the heat of Mary's body curled into her own being a gentle reminder that she was finally at peace and away from the grasp of the clan elders. Of course, the horrors of her past still creeped from the back of her mind. On days like those, she would feel hopeless, as if she were lost at sea, but Mary had always been with her along the way, able to command Ririka to the safety of her arms again. The blonde's efforts to keep her far away from the clan's abuse had always left Ririka in awe, hopelessly enamored with the younger girl.
She brushes a strand of silvery white hair behind her ear, and turns over to face the sleeping girl, the white sheets gently caressing her pale skin with each movement. A soft giggle fills the air as Ririka studies her girlfriend's features closely, her typically pale cheeks pinkening.
The rare slow mornings like these were always so sweet, Ririka finding comfort in Mary being able to truly relax for a change. As much as the older girl adored her passionate work ethic, she often worried about just how much Mary seemed to overwork herself, most evenings returning home late at night, exhausted. However, in this moment she seems so at peace, her chest slowly rising then falling underneath her large nightshirt with every breath she takes. Her face is just as relaxed, eyes closed and her pale lips parted slightly with golden locks framing her face and cascading down onto the soft mattress.
Ririka shifts slowly, careful not to disturb her girlfriend's rare moment of peace, to gaze at her more closely, like how a painter admires his work. Ririka sighs longingly, wishing she could just feel Mary in her arms, the blonde's back pressing flush against her stomach while a pale hand trails down the side of Mary's body, feeling over the subtle curve of her waist.
She thinks back to how Mary appeared the previous night, leering down at her while taking labored breaths and the skin on her freckled cheeks flushing a shade of maroon. Her dark pupils blown out as Ririka waited patiently beneath her, pale thighs slowly rubbing together in anticipation.
Ririka's heart rate picks up suddenly, drawing the girl back to the present. She flushes a deep shade of crimson when she realizes where her thoughts have wandered. She looks back at Mary's lips, now seeming much more appealing than just mere moments ago, Ririka having to keep herself from pressing them against her own as her hands wander to ghost the curves of Mary's figure.
Instead, she settles for brushing her lips against the younger girl's forehead, internally praying that she would be greeted with Mary's amber irises once she pulled away. Ririka lets her lips linger against the ends of Mary's hairline, taking her time to indulge in the girl's almost intoxicating scent. She hums quietly, her mind saturated with thoughts of Mary touching her most intimate areas while whispering sweet nothings into the shell of her ear.
The older girl's breathing deepens as a warmth begins pooling near the bottom of her stomach, traveling lower as her thoughts drag on.
"Mary..." she whines softly, almost a whisper. She lets all previous hesitation dissipate, gliding her hands down the younger girl's subtle curves to pull her in closer, their bodies pressed tightly against each other. Ririka's breaths came out shaky, she ached to be touched as a more intense wave of arousal hit her.
As if on cue, Mary's body begins to stir, her eyelids twitching as they adjust to the morning light. The blonde looks up to face girlfriend who gasps quietly, the realization of her actions hitting her square in the face as her eyes begin to well with tears of guilt that threaten to spill.
