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“Are you okay?”
You could barely hear Ambessa over the blood rushing in your ears. You are too fucked out to be able form any coherent thoughts let alone coherent replies.
“Love, answer me”. Oh god, you loved when she called you that. “ please ”.
Her question finally registered in your head. She rarely pleaded for anything.
“Yes, oh I’m amazing ” you croaked out. Your voice was raw from the many times you had screamed her name that night.
“Good” relief evident in her tone and face. You couldn't help but relish in the fact that she lets her guard down around you. You were lucky.
Ambessa was laying next to you drawing circles into your stomach as you slowly come down from that deliciously addictive high.
As soon as your breathing begins to even out she gets up. Picking you up and holding your exhausted frame in her large strong arms. She carried you into the bathroom, starting the bath.
“Here little one, let me wash you”.
She always knew exactly what you needed. God, how you loved her, and she loved you just the same. Just as fiercely.