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Beautiful.
The thought drifts through Wan's mind as she nuzzles into the crook of Pleng's neck, hands tightening around the grip of Pleng's waist as her scent fills her senses. Pleng shifts slightly in her arms, still soundly asleep. Easing back, Wan leans her head on her propped arm while the other reaches out to gently trace the sharp, familiar line of Pleng's jaw. Wan watches her closely, gently tilts her head up so she could look at her properly, careful not to disrupt her lover's slumber.
A smile blooms across Wan’s face when she sees the dark hickeys scattered along the expanse of her neck. Memories of the night before flash vividly before her eyes. The proof of possession, of her love finally etched into Pleng's smooth skin. Proof that Pleng was hers.
The realization makes Wan's smile widen, a lopsided grin painting her features. Even now, she still struggles to grasp the reality of it all– that Pleng has come back to her. It's been months and still she cannot believe that Pleng is here, lying comfortably beneath her bedsheets, wrapped in Wan's scent, so vulnerable, unguarded and offering herself in a way that once seemed so impossible, Wan could only achingly fantasize about.
Slowly, Wan leans in again, lightly pressing her lips just above the marks, as if to soothe them. She inhales deeply, breathing in Pleng's scent. She wants to be covered in it at all times, wants to commit it to memory until she won't be able to recognize any other smell. Wan's grip unknowingly tightens at the thought, a familiar heat surging in her stomach.
She proceeds to trail soft kisses along the length of Pleng's neck, gently, until she reaches the sensitive spot behind her ear– and licks.
At that, Pleng stirs. Wan feels the shiver ripple through her body.
“Wan?” she asks, the hoarseness in her voice pulls at Wan's already frayed self-control. Not like she has ever bothered to truly restrain herself to begin with. Not with Pleng, not when she's here, bare and beautiful and perfect in Wan's arms.
Wan does not respond, and opts to continue dragging her tongue over her earlobe, nibbling on it. “Wan, I just woke up.” Pleng says, rubbing the sleep off of her eyes. She gently takes one of Wan’s hands on her waist in a try to pry them away.
But Wan refuses to give her even an inch.
Not wanting to be away for even a moment, Wan only burrows closer, pressing their bodies flush together, clinging onto Pleng as though she wants to merge into her skin and bones. Her hands wander to Pleng's thighs, coaxing them apart so she can settle in between them.
“Wan, you're suffocating me,” Pleng complains, but there is no real protest in her tone. Not when Wan continues to mindlessly sweep her warm tongue over her skin. Instead, she wraps her arms around Wan's neck in reciprocation, her lips brushing against her cheek as she whispers– low and deliberate, “Good morning to you too, darling.”
It shatters what little to no self-control Wan had to begin with completely.
In a matter of seconds, Pleng is pushed deeper into the velvety sheets, the bed dipping beneath her. Pleng's fingers quickly find the spaces between her own, interlacing them. She looks up at Wan then, with those big beautiful brown eyes of hers, her breath already uneven, anticipating.
“Good morning, my love.” Wan says in a hush, hovering just inches above her, before she dives in to meet Pleng's lips in a full kiss. It starts off slow, unhurried. Pleng catches Wan's bottom lip in between her teeth, eagerly sucking on it. Wan takes her time, savoring the taste, her free hand working along Pleng's thigh. A moan escapes her when Wan's hand wanders up to slip inside her nightdress. Rough palms spread across Pleng's stomach, feeling the muscles tense and her hips jump as she forcefully presses her abdomen down, then moves to her chest. Pleng whines, her dissatisfaction evident. Wan takes a nipple in between her fingers, breath hitching when she feels it harden under her touch in no time. She breaks apart from Pleng's mouth to press kisses on her cheek.
“Be patient.” she whispers against her ear before her lips latch back onto her throat. It's ironic really, considering Wan is the one almost coming undone just by feeling her up.
Wan rubs the peak in between her fingers, and she feels it then– the erratic heartbeat thrumming under the tips of her fingers as Pleng arches into the touch, a helpless cry for more tears from her throat. And Wan's heart feels so full at the sight, knowing Pleng wants her just as deeply.
Wan continues her ministrations, ripping one moan after another out of her. She catches the way Pleng struggles with the back of her tank top, fingers blindly and clumsily searching for the straps. Wan cannot stop herself from laughing out loud when Pleng groans again, this time in sharp frustration.
“Wan.” she tries to warn, but the sound of her own voice betrays her, dissolving into a soft whine instead. Her brows furrow as realization dawns on her, heat creeping up her neck when she opens her eyes to Wan's infuriatingly widening grin, looking at her like she just hit the jackpot. “Don't laugh at me,” she hits her shoulder in fake annoyance. “And take this off.”
Ever too quick to surrender, Wan lets out a small chuckle, pecks her on the corner of her mouth, then withdraws just long enough to shed the fabric off of herself. Pleng wastes no time either, hands already reaching out to touch Wan in all the places where bare skin meets skin.
It's almost torturous then, how slowly Wan drags her fingers over Pleng's body, how she purposefully stops at the spot where Pleng needs her most.
Wan lightly teases her fingers against her damp center, so light Pleng doesn't register the involuntary whimpers leaving her mouth the second the pressure disappears. Wan's mouth waters in pure want.
“God, you're so wet,” Wan moans, face contorting in pleasure as she puts her own fingers into her mouth for a taste. The display has Pleng's mind reeling, face flushing and her body more desperate than ever, hips bucking up in fruitless attempts to bring them closer.
“Wan, I can't–” the gasp is quickly swallowed by Wan's mouth against her, tongue darting out and dipping into Pleng's welcoming mouth to give her a taste of her own arousal. Her hands leave Wan's neck to grab a fistful of her hair, angling her jaw in a way that allows her to kiss Wan deeper. She groans at the tangy taste, the arch of her back a strain, a sign for Wan to connect their bodies so that she does not have to do it herself.
“Tell me what you want, baby.” Wan breaks away shortly, her voice a low command, roughened by a groan as she captures Pleng's mouth again– breathing her in, unrestrained in a way that sends a shudder through her entire body. Her grip tightens, each and every passing second without Wan's fingers inside her stretching unbearably thin. “I want your words,” Wan breathes hotly against her ear, before taking the delicate shell into her mouth to suck, insistent and needy.
“I want you,” it comes out small and fragile, sounding almost pathetic to Pleng's own ears. “Want you inside me.” Her face burns, embarrassment painting her face a dark crimson, but Pleng persists and does not stop, knowing that this is exactly what Wan wants to hear.
Because no matter how commanding and in control Wan may seem, she has never been able to deny Pleng for too long, always yielding so easily, ready to hand her control on a silver platter– fully aware that Pleng has her wrapped tightly around her little finger. A quiet plea, even a single word would have done the job. Pleng could have Wan on her knees in an instant if she so much as hinted. Wan would crumble with nothing more than a simple tug on her hair, would give Pleng everything she wants all the same– and Pleng knows it too. Knows it but lets her do it anyway. And it is precisely that knowledge that only stokes the fire burning low in Wan's belly even further– the knowledge that Pleng readily indulges Wan in her teasing now, indulges Wan in her neediness, indulges Wan in all her desires.
So when Pleng takes Wan's wrist into her own hands– trembling from sheer desperation– to guide her back into her dress and between the heat of her legs, lips parted and eyes glassy, to plead out a soft, ”Your fingers. Please.” Wan's only option is to roughly press against the wet spot that makes the woman beneath her cry out in pleasure, and delve her fingers between her folds in utter devotion.
Wan quickly sets the rhythm, two fingers working inside of Pleng in hard and deep strokes. Pleng lets out a choked sob when she feels Wan's thumb against her pulsing clit, her cry melting into a drawn out moan the moment Wan curls her fingers inside of her with purpose, brushing against that one spot that makes Pleng see stars.
Wan leans back. Her lips leave Pleng's throat for a moment to admire the sight before her– and she thinks she could come like this. Like this, with Pleng's messy long hair prettily framing her face and moaning her name as if it's all she has ever known. With her legs spread wide open, fingernails digging into her bicep to urge Wan in for another kiss as Wan's fingers slide in and out of her, fucking her deep into the mattress. With solely their ragged breaths and the creak of the bed sounding throughout the room. Wan thinks then, that she could wait another thirteen years if it meant getting to see this every single day for the rest of her life.
She feels delirious, drunk on desire and so stupidly in love, it's maddening. They must have done this countless times by this point, but each and every time feels like the first, never failing to unfurl Wan completely from within.
“You have no idea how often I've dreamt about this,” she admits out loud, voice raw, and adds a third finger. Her lips tug into a smile when she hears Pleng's voice pitch an octave higher shortly after. “You're perfect.” and Pleng wants to respond so badly, but any coherent thought evaporates in her head. All she can think about is Wan, Wan, Wan. So all she can do is tug helplessly on her arm once again. This time, Wan lets herself get dragged down into a kiss– all teeth and tongue.
A particularly rough thrust has Pleng's head tipping back in pleasure, giving Wan access to nip at her throat. “All mine,” she murmurs. Her teeth graze against the silky skin, which only adds to the hot mess between Pleng's legs. She rapidly feels her release sneaking up on her with each pump of Wan's wrist.
And Wan feels it too, how close Pleng is in the way she clenches tightly around her fingers. Her hands trail up her arms, wrapping around her back to pull her closer, to have something to hold onto for when she fully falls apart.
“You can come.” Wan purrs, sinking her fingers deep up to the knuckles. Driven into the edge of her release, Pleng claws against her back in response, the touch sears Wan's skin, sending mixed jolts of pain and pleasure through her own body; a revelation she quickly files away in the back of her mind for future exploration.
“Let go for me.” Wan encourages, gently, her thumb rubbing tight circles around Pleng's clit in harsh contrast.
The reaction is instantaneous and explosive. Pleng's orgasm washes over her in waves. Her entire body grows taut, her back arching off the bed as one hand curls into the sheets, the other pulling Wan close, while her hips grind up into Wan's fingers to chase the ends of her release.
Pleng's body shudders and spasms, and when she finally regains her senses, Wan is quick to kiss away the tears pricking at her eyes. She softly nudges her nose against Pleng's, pressing their foreheads against each other's to pepper kisses all over her face.
“You did so well.” Wan hums in praise, slowly easing her fingers out of Pleng. They're covered in her slick running all the way down to her elbow. Intent on cleaning them, Wan raises her fingers to her mouth. But the woman beneath catches her wrist, dazedly looking up at her through thick lashes. Wan barely has time to let the confusion settle in before Pleng takes her fingers into her own mouth, lips closing around the digits, moaning softly as her tongue licks between every edge and crevice, traces every curve and space between them with deliberate languidness until there is nothing else but the remains of Pleng's spit coating Wan's fingers– all while never breaking eye contact.
And no one could fault Wan for the sound she makes, really, when she lets out a loud guttural groan, hips rolling down into Pleng's thigh as her own body shudders and quakes above her. The long-held tension finally snapping in two, her own release wracking through her body at the sight.
When the world eventually tips back into focus, Wan lifts her head to find Pleng staring at her, stunned, eyes wide with an expression caught somewhere between awe, desire and amusement, with the latter emotion overpowering all.
“I can't believe you just–” Pleng starts, half-laughing, half in disbelief and clearly lost for words.
Wan neither tries to explain nor defend herself. Instead, she simply lets herself collapse into Pleng's embrace. Pleng welcomes her, gathering her into her arms. Wordlessly, she begins to thread her fingers through Wan's hair, gently cradling the back of her neck the way Pleng knows Wan likes– drawing lazy circles on the skin.
“You really love me, huh?” It was more of a statement than a question. An obvious fact, only reinforced.
“I do.” Wan sighs and holds her a little closer, tucking her nose into Pleng's neck. “You know I do. Always have,” she reaffirms once more.
“And you love me, too.”
Warmth fills Pleng's heart, and all she can do is press a kiss against Wan's temple. She nods– certain, honest.
“I do. Always have.”
They stay like this for a while, wrapped in each other's shared warmth and tangled in a web of their own limbs as their heartbeats slowly but gradually fall into the same steady tempo.