Bini Imagines or AU's

Aiah Arceta

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The soft glow of the living room's warm lights bathed everything in a cozy hue. Freya sat comfortably on the couch, her legs curled beneath her as she focused on the book in her hands. The pages seemed to absorb her entire attention, her black-rimmed glasses perched delicately on her nose. She was dressed in one of Aiah's oversized shirts, the loose fabric draping over her slender frame, paired with black shorts that just peeked out from underneath the hem of the shirt.

Aiah was sitting beside her, pretending to be engrossed in a movie playing on the TV, but her eyes kept drifting to Freya. She couldn't help herself; Freya looked effortlessly captivating, her features softened by the concentration on her book. The way the oversized shirt clung to her in just the right places, exposing the smooth skin of her legs, was enough to drive Aiah to distraction. The urge to be close to Freya, to feel the warmth of her body, became too strong to resist.

As Aiah continued to sneak glances at Freya, her heart began to race. Freya had always had this effect on her, making her feel both nervous and incredibly drawn to her at the same time. Tonight, though, Aiah felt a different kind of pull—a need to be closer, to feel the intimacy that she often shied away from because of her own timid nature.

Taking a deep breath, Aiah shifted in her seat, moving closer to Freya. Freya didn't seem to notice, too engrossed in her book to pay attention to Aiah's subtle movements. Aiah's heart pounded as she slid closer until her leg was pressed against Freya's. Freya finally glanced up from her book, a soft smile playing on her lips as she looked at Aiah.

"What's up, babe?" Freya asked, her voice gentle, her attention still mostly on her book.

Aiah bit her lip, her gaze traveling over Freya's face, taking in every detail—the curve of her lips, the way her glasses framed her eyes, the loose strands of hair that fell over her forehead. Freya's relaxed demeanor, combined with the way she was dressed in Aiah's clothes, made her look irresistible.

Without saying a word, Aiah slowly climbed onto Freya's lap, straddling her thighs. The sudden movement caught Freya off guard, her book falling from her hands as she looked up at Aiah with wide, startled eyes.

"Aiah...?" Freya's voice was a mix of surprise and curiosity, her breath hitching slightly at the unexpected closeness.

Aiah didn't respond immediately. Instead, she leaned in, pressing her body against Freya's, feeling the heat radiating between them. Her hands moved to Freya's sides, slipping under the loose shirt, her fingers brushing against the smooth, warm skin beneath.

Freya's breath hitched, a shiver running through her as Aiah's touch sent waves of electricity through her body. She looked up at Aiah, her eyes darkening with a mix of arousal and intrigue. The playful, innocent girl she knew was showing a side of herself that was rare—intense, confident, and incredibly seductive.

"Aiah, what are you doing?" Freya's voice was soft, almost a whisper, as she searched Aiah's eyes for an answer.

Aiah didn't answer with words. Instead, she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Freya's ear as she whispered, "I just want to be close to you, Freya."

The words sent a jolt of desire through Freya, her hands instinctively moving to grip Aiah's hips, pulling her closer. Aiah's fingers trailed up Freya's sides, pushing the shirt up as she went, her touch sending shivers down Freya's spine. Freya's breathing became more ragged as Aiah's hands explored her skin, her touch light and teasing.

"Aiah..." Freya's voice was breathy, filled with a need she could barely contain. "You're driving me crazy."

Aiah smiled against Freya's neck, pressing soft kisses along her collarbone, savoring the way Freya's body responded to her touch. She could feel Freya's heartbeat quicken beneath her lips, the way her chest rose and fell with each labored breath. Aiah was usually the shy one, but tonight, she felt a surge of boldness, a desire to see just how far she could push Freya before she completely unraveled.

Freya's hands roamed Aiah's back, her fingers tracing the curve of her spine as she arched into Aiah's touch. The feeling of Aiah's hands on her, the way she was so gently yet firmly taking control, was intoxicating. Freya's mind was spinning, her usual composed self completely overtaken by the need that Aiah was stirring within her.

Aiah's hands moved higher, sliding the shirt up over Freya's shoulders, exposing more of her skin to the cool air of the room. Freya shivered, not from the cold, but from the anticipation of what was to come. She looked up at Aiah, her eyes filled with a mixture of love and desire, her lips parted slightly as if waiting for Aiah to close the distance between them.

Aiah's gaze locked with Freya's, and for a moment, everything else faded away. It was just the two of them, lost in the moment, the world outside of their shared home completely forgotten. Aiah could feel the tension building between them, the air thick with the unspoken desire that had been simmering just beneath the surface.

Slowly, Aiah leaned in, her lips brushing against Freya's in a kiss that started soft and tender but quickly deepened into something more passionate. Freya responded eagerly, her hands moving to cup Aiah's face, pulling her closer as their kiss became more urgent. The feeling of Aiah's lips against hers, the taste of her, was overwhelming in the best possible way.

Aiah's hands continued their exploration, her fingers trailing over Freya's stomach, her touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through Freya's body. Freya arched her back, pressing herself against Aiah, needing to feel more of her, needing to close the distance between them completely.

Aiah could feel the heat building between them, the way Freya's body was responding to her touch, and it only fueled her desire further. She deepened the kiss, her hands moving to the waistband of Freya's shorts, her fingers slipping just beneath the fabric, teasing but not quite giving in to the temptation just yet.

Freya let out a soft moan against Aiah's lips, her hands tightening their grip on Aiah's hips, pulling her closer still. The feeling of Aiah's fingers just barely brushing against her skin was maddening, and she couldn't help but want more, to feel all of Aiah's love and passion fully.

"Aiah, please," Freya whispered, her voice filled with a desperation that she couldn't hide.

Aiah pulled back slightly, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she looked down at Freya, her own desire reflected in her eyes. "Are you sure, Freya?" Aiah asked softly, her voice trembling with both uncertainty and longing.

Freya nodded, her eyes filled with a trust and love that made Aiah's heart swell. "I've never been more sure," Freya whispered, her voice soft but filled with a quiet intensity. "I want this... I want you, Aiah."

With a shaky breath, Aiah leaned in and kissed Freya again, this time with a fervor that left them both breathless. Her hands moved with more confidence, sliding Freya's shorts down her legs, her touch firm and purposeful. Freya gasped, her hands gripping Aiah's shoulders as she felt the cool air against her skin, the anticipation making her pulse quicken.

Aiah's lips traveled down Freya's neck, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake, each one sending shivers of pleasure through Freya's body. Freya's breathing became more erratic, her mind a whirlwind of sensations as Aiah continued her exploration, her hands and lips working in tandem to drive Freya to the brink of madness.

As Aiah's hands roamed lower, her touch became more insistent, more urgent, and Freya's breath hitched in her throat. The world around them seemed to blur, the only thing that mattered was the feeling of Aiah's hands on her, the way Aiah's love and desire was so palpable in every touch, every kiss.

Freya's eyes fluttered closed, her head falling back against the couch as she surrendered completely to the sensations overwhelming her. She could feel Aiah's breath against her skin, the warmth of her body pressed against her own, and it was all too much, and yet not enough at the same time.

"Aiah... I love you," Freya whispered, her voice filled with a raw emotion that took even her by surprise.

Aiah paused, her breath catching in her throat as the words sank in. She looked up at Freya, her heart swelling with a love so intense it almost brought tears to her eyes. "I love you too, Freya," Aiah whispered back, her voice trembling with the weight of her feelings.

Freya smiled down at Aiah, her eyes filled with so much love and tenderness that it made Aiah's heart skip a beat. In that moment, everything else faded away—the worries, the doubts, the fears—and all that was left was the overwhelming love they felt for each other.