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They’ve been more insufferable to the public eye.
Nothing much has changed- Clorinde brings her flowers and meets her in the afternoon. But Navia kisses her much openly this time, shyly giving Clorinde a peck or two (that was their first kiss) in front of the duelist building when she comes to pick her up.
Clorinde gets boners much more often, as well.
Especially when she kisses Navia for the first time after they run back to her apartment, coming back from a small picnic by the slopes of Mount Automnequi.
Navia had gasped into her mouth, and Clorinde wanted to elicit more of those sounds from her. She pins her against the doorframe, cups her face and slots her lips against hers again.
The kiss is somewhat clumsy, because Clorinde had never kissed anyone else before, and Navia hasn’t either it seems. At first, when Navia starts to kiss back, Clorinde tries to figure out what to do next. Thankfully, her lover doesn’t fail her. Navia wraps her arms around her neck, while she brings her hands to hold Navia by the waist. She nibbles on Clorinde’s lips, and the action makes her gasp- when she opens her mouth, Navia sneaks her tongue inside her mouth, licking and exploring her like she did when she sucked her off.
Navia has been very good with her mouth, Clorinde thinks. But then again, her voice and witty comebacks are one of her assets, so it isn’t much of a surprise.
Clorinde tries to imitate what she does, and she realizes how intoxicating Navia tastes, when she swipes her tongue against her parted lips. She doesn’t know how she ends up sucking on her tongue and nibbling on her lips a while later, because the only thought present in her mind is wanting more of Navia.
When they broke off a little later to breathe, Navia’s lips were swollen, rosy pink and slightly parted. Her pupils were nearly black as she pants against Clorinde’s own swollen lips.
“Clorinde, you’re so hard.”
Clorinde groans and kisses her again. They stumble in the hallways, making out and pushing each other blindly until they find the bedroom. Navia straddles her on the edge of the bed and hastily removes her gloves and heels, haphazardly throwing them across the room. Clorinde follows her movements, unbuttoning her shirt and removing her cape in the process.
Navia ends up ripping through her stockings when she tries to get it off, and Clorinde scolds her. Navia laughs it off before she pulls it down totally, and kisses her way up Clorinde’s bare legs.
“I can never get enough of you.” She sighs.
“Come up here.” Clorinde gestures.
Navia obeys, but not before she wraps her hands around Clorinde to pump her shaft slowly. When she groans, Navia covers her mouth with hers, kissing her fervently and drinking up the sounds she made. She rubs the pad of her thumb against Clorinde’s nipples which makes her thrust into her fingers.
”Navia…” She moans.
“I’m right here.” Navia breathes.
She dives in to leave fleeting kisses against Clorinde’s neck, biting and sucking wherever her mouth could find. Clorinde’s hands find their way to her hips, and she brings down Navia’s butt directly towards her cock.
They both groan at the contact. Navia grinds against her, and pulls her damp underwear to the side. She grabs Clorinde’s tip and teasingly rubs it against her entrance. Clorinde gasps and groans, fingers digging into the side of Navia’s hips. This is the most they’ve touched each other; they’ve never directly made contact like this and it feels so good that Clorinde has to restrain herself with all her might so she wouldn’t thoughtlessly thrust her whole length into Navia’s slit. Navia seems to be thinking the same, as her hands tremble when she slips Clorinde’s tip in and throws her head back to moan in pleasure.
“You’re big.” Navia pants. “Clorinde, I think you’ll make me so full.”
“Don’t say that.” Clorinde protests. “I won’t be able to control myself.”
“I have-” Navia gasps and trembles when she pulls Clorinde’s tip out and brings it back in. “I have a remedy for that. Remember that package sent to you by the melusine earlier today?”
Clorinde remembers. Before her first duel, a melusine came knocking at her door, announcing a package delivery. Although she didn’t know the contents, the yellow packaging and Navia’s signature were enough for her to accept it.
“Have you opened it yet?”
Clorinde shakes her head. Navia pulls her tip out again, and sits in between Clorinde’s legs. She looks like a hot mess; hair disheveled, lips swollen, legs spread and pussy dripping wet. Clorinde loves her so much, and she’s so beautiful even like this.
“Bring it here.” Navia commands.
Clorinde scrambles to her feet and brings the package towards her. She’s standing buttnaked in the middle of her bedroom, cock standing at full length and leaking, while Navia hastily tore open the package to remove the contents from the inside. Navia gestures for her to sit next to her, and she complies, kind of- because she positions herself behind her and wraps her arms around her waist.
Navia snorts.
“Look.”
She pulls out an object and Clorinde’s hands nearly slip from her hold. It was made of purple rubber, around seven to eight inches in length and—
“Navia, did you order a sex toy and have it delivered to me?” She asks in disbelief.
“Yes, but it’s my sex toy.” Navia emphasizes. “I got you one too.”
She pulls out another thing from the box. It looks similar to a flashlight in shape, except instead of where a light should be, the shape of a vagina takes its place. It looks oddly similar to—
“Did you order sex toys based on our—?” Clorinde takes in a sharp breath and chokes on her words
Navia nods proudly. Indeed, the distinct shape of the purple dildo is similar to Clorinde’s actual cock, in length, size and even description. The flashlight-(fleshlight?) is the same. It has the exact same shape as Navia’s slit (and Clorinde would know).
“I did!” She giggles. “Papa and I are going on a trip soon, and I didn’t want you to miss me too much-”
“You mean you didn’t want to miss me too much.” Clorinde smugly points out.
Navia slaps her thigh. She glares at her, and Clorinde apologizes. Rolling her eyes, Navia continues her explanation.
“As I was saying, I wanted to try this out with you. A friend of mine from Inazuma was willing to make my idea come true. She says it’s similar to something her Archon invented. She wants to hear Fontainian reviews with plans to branch out to Monstadt and Liyue as well.”
“Inazuma’s Archon invented a sex toy?” Clorinde asks curiously.
“That’s not the point but yes, I was surprised too.” Navia laughs.
Huh. Clorinde learns new things everyday.
“So if I understand it correctly, you want us to test this out right now?”
She brushes her hand against Navia’s arm, before she laced her fingers into hers, touching the dildo with the tips of her fingers.
“Yes.” Navia breathes out, voice slightly on edge.
“Then let’s prepare you to take me, shall we?” Clorinde teases in her ear.
Navia’s chest rises and falls at her statement. Clorinde gives her no time to react as she cups Navia’s face in her hand to kiss her square on the lips. Navia moans into her mouth, kissing back as fervently while Clorinde runs her hands around and over her body.
Navia arches her body into Clorinde’s touch, spreading her legs as much as she can as Clorinde can give her leeway. Clorinde nips at her neck, fondles her breasts and strokes her nipples, then brings a hand down to her entrance to find her dripping wet.
“Eager.” Clorinde mutters to herself.
“Shut up.” Navia answers, embarrassed.
Clorinde hums, placing her index finger right on Navia’s clit. Navia reacts, gasping and squirming when Clorinde rubs her a little too roughly. Navia, as she learns over the years, likes things done a little harder. If the fact she can’t do swordsmanship as meticulously and rigidly as it should be practiced is any indicator-
The thought makes her smile and she kisses Navia at this angle again. Navia’s trembling hand goes to wrap around Clorinde’s wrist, guiding it down to her entrance. Clorinde gives her what she asks for, and inserts her middle finger into her pussy. She curls it inside, and Navia begs a little bit more, so she adds another one.
“Clorinde,” Navia whines. “I can take you.”
If you say it like that , Clorinde thinks, “How can I ever say no?” She licks the back of Navia’s ear, making her shudder.
She thrusts her fingers in as deep as she can, while Navia lifts her hips to grind down on her fingers eagerly. She clenches around it, and coats Clorinde’s palm in more of her wetness.
“Get the lube.” Navia moans wantonly. “It came with the toys.”
Granted, this is the first time they were trying this out, and Clorinde has never been inside of her, so she complies, extracting her wet fingers from Navia’s cunt and taking the bottle from the box to pop it open and spread a generous amount on her hand. Navia takes the dildo and Clorinde coats it in the lube, deliberately putting her hands over Navia’s own, and giving her a peck on the cheek afterwards.
“So excited to have me.” Clorinde pants in her ear. “Archons, my tip is leaking just from the thought of being inside you.”
“Quickly.” Navia demands, “Just- I need you right now. ”
A passing thought flashes in Clorinde’s mind, about an article recently put out by the Steambird. It talks about how sweet and kind Navia is, and how she’s being named as one of the prettiest bachelorettes in Fontaine. How shocking would it be, if they knew just how rebellious and eager Navia wants to be filled up by her.
It makes Clorinde groan.
“Whatever you want.” Clorinde answers.
She takes the dildo from Navia’s hands, slathering the lube over it again just to make sure it’s enough before they shift to a more comfortable position which would allow Navia to insert the dildo into herself without hurting her. Navia deposits herself from the back hugging, and shimmies away from Clorinde, fixing the pillows into plave and leaning back on those instead. Clorinde tries to assist, but Navia slaps her hands away.
“I want you to watch me.” Navia instructs.
Watch.
So that’s what she does. She watches as Navia parts her legs, and spreads herself, showing her glistening, wet and dripping slit. She teases herself with a finger, drawing circles on her clit, before she inserts her middle finger into herself. She moans and throws her head back slightly, fingering herself hard enough for the squelching noise to fill up the room.
Clorinde’s breath becomes unsteady, and not being able to resist any longer, she wraps her hand around her shaft and pumps her cock.
“ Clorinde ,” Navia gasps. “More.”
With the same fingers she used to curl inside of her, she spreads herself, takes the dildo in her hand, and teases her entrance with the tip. Clorinde doesn’t know if it’s intentional, how Navia tries to shove the tip inside her but it slips and ends up rubbing against her clit instead. She pumps her cock a little bit faster in frustration at not being the one touching her, groaning mindlessly when Navia successfully shoves it inside- but then takes it out again.
At that moment, Clorinde thinks it’s unfair, how Navia gets to tease her.
So she takes the other toy, lubes it up, and mirrors exactly what Navia is doing. With a shaky breath, she rubs the tip of her cock against the toy’s entrance. It’s a far cry from a real woman’s vagina, much less, Navia’s- but it would do. She grabs the base of her cock and pushes the tip inside, and it feels like a firm yet soft grip around her penis.
When she looks back up, Navia is staring at her with flushed cheeks, wide eyes and an open mouth. She probably did not expect Clorinde to do anything- but Clorinde does enjoy watching Navia, it’s just, Navia never said anything about her not being allowed to have a little bit of fun while she watched.
“Go on.” Clorinde breathes out. “I’m watching, Navia.”
“You-” Navia whimpers. “ I’m supposed to be teasing!”
Clorinde’s lips curl into an amused smile. She doesn’t mean to impose or interfere with Navia’s plan, but they could improve it together. Instead of responding, she pushes her shaft a little bit deeper, and groans when the toy squeezes around her. Thankfully, the lube makes it feel a little more like the experience with Navia awhile ago.
She hears Navia’s breath hitch, and peeks to see her do something similar, pushing the dildo to half the length inside. The sight makes Clorinde twitch and throb, especially when Navia is panting heavily before her, sweat dripping down the side of her face, hands trembling around the dildo.
Clorinde isn’t boasting, but this might be the first time her partner has had something that big inside of her. Judging from her facial expression, Navia agrees with her.
“It’s-” Navia stutters, “It’s big.”
“You wanted more, so I’ll have to give you more.” Clorinde asserts.
She pushes the fleshlight down her whole length, mouth dropping open at how it sucks her inside and squeezes around her as tight as it could. Her eyebrows furrow as she restrains herself from pumping her length into the toy, and opts to wait for Navia to prepare herself instead.
Like she thought, Navia does the same. Slowly, she pushes the dildo inside up to the base, all the while, she’s moaning, writhing and shaking. It must have been painful, despite the toy being lubed up and Navia being wet.
Clorinde shifts and crawls towards her, until Navia is under her, their foreheads touching, and breaths are mingling together. Navia’s glistening eyes fixate on her face, and Clorinde kisses the tip of her nose.
“You’re doing well.” Clorinde praises. “You don’t have to rush it.”
“I-kiss me.” Navia stutters and pleads. “I need you-”
She might always be putty in her hands, Clorinde realizes then, because she kisses her, slow and steady. Navia bites her lower lip and pulls, and Clorinde kisses her again after she lets go. She runs her hands down her body, leaving the fleshlight to rest on Navia’s abs. With her hands, she plays with one of her breasts and she nips her neck, leaving a trail of kisses down to her shoulders.
Clorinde loves her, and she’ll do anything for her. That has always been how it is.
“I’m going to touch you,” she says. “Would that be okay?”
Navia nods, and Clorinde brings her hand down to draw circles on her clit. She watches her expressions to check if she feels any discomfort, but Navia looks pleased, and pretty, and lovely and-
“I’m going to start moving it.” Navia tells her.
“Okay.” Clorinde kisses her cheek.
She gets off of her, getting on her knees right in front of Navia’s parted legs. Navia pulls the dildo and pushes it inside her slowly, moaning and whimpering. Clorinde praises her while she continues to repeat the action, and Clorinde does the same to herself, so Navia wouldn’t feel alone.
But more because she’s nearly driven to insanity at the sight of Navia’s eyes rolling to the back of her head from the sheer pleasure of imagining it was Clorinde inside her.
“Good girl,” Clorinde soothes. “You’re doing so well for me.”
Soon enough, Navia speeds up her pace, and her moans turn more pleasurable over time. She’s touching herself, pinching a nipple and rubbing a finger over her clit- all the while she’s shoving the dildo harder and rougher inside her.
Clorinde curses inwardly.
The sound is filling up the room and Navia is dripping on her sheets.
How can anyone still stay sane?
“So big- you’re so big .” Navia pants.
Clorinde jerks off a little more quickly after hearing that. She sets a rough pace, shoving her length as much as she can into the toy, thrusting as hard as she can, as she hears Navia beg for more.
“Does it feel that good?”
“So good.” Navia moans. “You’re so good to me.”
It doesn’t take long for Navia’s pace to start stuttering; she’s gasping and shaking and she comes with Clorinde’s name on her lips, pumping the dildo inside of her until she’s spent. Clorinde slows down her pace and helps her extract the toy from inside of her, and she hungrily watches slick drip out of her and onto the sheets.
“Clorinde, mon beau, come over here.” Navia gasps.
She doesn’t waste a second to hover over her. Navia firmly takes hold of the fleshlight in her hands, and places a wet kiss on Clorinde’s lips. She kisses back more fiercely, and Navia moans into the kiss.
She loves her. She loves her so much.
Slowly, she starts thrusting into the fleshlight, trusting Navia’s strength to hold it into place. Navia allows herself to be kissed, with Clorinde moving down to her neck, knowing Navia will hide it tomorrow. Clorinde likes it like this- being able to touch her, kiss her, and somewhat masturbate with a toy in an intimate position.
Somehow, she knows this is strange- and Fontaine would probably be horrified at the lack of social etiquette they may have with each other, but Clorinde could care less about the public’s opinion.
She groans when Navia bites her shoulder, and fastens her thrusts.
“Pretty girl.” Navia whispers. “So pretty, when you’re desperate for me.”
Clorinde goes to bite and lick the shell of her ear, and the bed rocks loudly under them as she sets a furious pace. She chases her high, thinking about Navia, about wanting to- to-
“Close.” She grits her teeth. “I want to- I need to cum-”
“Inside.” Navia interrupts. “Cum inside me.”
Clorinde’s pupils are blown. She groans when Navia repeats her statement, and she goes to kiss her again. She cums, exploding and pouring all she had into the toy, imagining that it’s her partner, pumping her semen as much as she could until some of it leaks out of the entrance. She moans into Navia’s mouth, shuddering and hips stuttering- all the while Navia whispers praises on her lips.
She collapses above her, and Navia pulls off the fleshlight, throws it beside them, then wraps her arms around Clorinde’s back, pulling her into a tight hug. They catch their breaths, and soon, Navia shakes in her arms, laughing against the juncture of her neck. Clorinde raises her head to raise a brow at her, but Navia just laughs even more.
“What’s so funny?” She clarifies.
“It’s just-” Navia snorts, “you make me really happy.”
Clorinde’s heart skips a beat. She feels the tip of her ears flush red because of a shyness she cannot explain. She doesn’t know how this experience is for other people because she has only ever had her firsts with this remarkable woman, but she doesn't mind that they giggle and laugh together about random stuff in the afterglow of their intimate activities.
“What did you think?” Navia asks. “We have to give these new toys a review.”
Clorinde’s answer is unhesitant.
“I’m certain it won’t ever compare to the actual thing, but this does have its advantages.” She explains.
“I’ll take that as a compliment, thank you.” Navia scoffs.
She rolls onto her back and Navia immediately comes to rest her head against her shoulder, hands caressing down Clorinde’s chest and intertwining together at her waist.
Its intended use is for solo masturbation, that fact is clear to her; it just so happens that they both needed it for another purpose.
Though there is another reason why they resorted to such method- that being the fact that Clorinde is certain she wouldn’t be able to not get Navia accidentally pregnant had they…done the deed as much as they have already.
Navia, whose father has been strangely strict in training her to take up the reigns of the Spina di Rosula’s business and independent clients, and Clorinde’s ongoing training and priorities as a champion duelist, in addition to the irrational fear she has of not being able to raise a child right-
It’s a recipe for disaster.
Thankfully, they had a long talk about that after Clorinde found out they were apparently dating.
“I guess one of the downsides is the rigorous cleaning we’ll have to do every time we use the toys.” Navia sighs dramatically.
“That’s fine, I like cleaning. It helps me focus.”
“Focus on what? ”
On not messing things up with you. She wants to answer.
She wonders if Navia knows that the reason why she cleans every sword on display in her office is because she gets nervous and her thoughts become jumbled in her mind. Navia gets her just as nervous as she could get before being assigned to a duel.
“Just…focus.” She says vaguely.
Navia hums but doesn’t press her for answers. Clorinde still struggles to translate her feelings into words, but fortunately, Navia has been nothing but patient with her. If there’s anything good that has happened to her for the past few years since her master has left, it’s that the Caspars had been there for her, and Navia in particular, has stayed through thick and thin.
“If you say so.” Navia yawns.
Clorinde examines her sleepy face. She brushes away some stray locks that cover Navia’s eyes, but Navia grabs her hand and rests her palm on her cheek.
“Wake me up in like, thirty minutes to clean up.” She instructs, words slurred.
“Are you going to stay here for the night?” Clorinde asks softly, caressing her cheek.
“Papa already agreed to it.” Navia mumbles. “I think he likes you a little more than me.”
“That’s impossible.” Clorinde declares.
“Nobody is more likeable than you.”
The next time they used the toys, Navia had thrown her a surprise months later, on a couple’s holiday. She stuck the dildo on the floor and made Clorinde watch her pleasure herself, occasionally asking her to come closer to kiss her. She rides the silicon dick and makes a mess on her bedroom floor while Clorinde touches her anywhere and everywhere all at once.
“You’ve been using that toy more often now.” Clorinde whispers against her lips.
“I think I’m ovulating. I’ve been thinking about you touching me these days.” Navia moans.
“You’re always thinking of me.” Clorinde teases.
Navia comes shaking into her arms. Clorinde’s self-restraint keeps her from picking her up and continuing in the bedroom, seeing as her lover is all so very tired.
But Navia doesn’t waste any time sucking her in the morning thereafter.
“I have to take you back to Poisson soon.” Clorinde breathes out. “Melus and Silver will be looking for you.”
Navia licks around the base of her cock and shoves it into her mouth to suck thoroughly. Clorinde’s eyes nearly roll back to the back of her head and keep herself from jerking into the warmth Navia’s mouth provides.
She’s become much better over the years, challenging Clorinde not to cum so fast using her hands, tongue and mouth.
Navia lets go of her with a lewd pop.
“Then we better hurry up.” She giggles. “I’m not done with you yet, my sweet.”
Clorinde nearly loses control a few days later, when Navia is on her bed, legs spread and pouring lube on her clothed center.
“Well? What are you doing just standing there?” Navia says impatiently. “Work your dick, love.”
Clorinde gets on top of her, pulling out her cock from her sweatpants. Navia pushes her pullover up, and Clorinde bites the hem of the top with her teeth to keep it from falling. Navia runs her hands against her abs, grabs the tip of her cock and tugs.
Clorinde noticed far early into their relationship that Navia absolutely loves it when Clorinde is fully clothed.
“I want to be the one undressing you.” She explains. “But you’re also just really sexy like this.”
She places the tip of her cock against Navia’s underwear, shuddering when it makes contact with the lube. She rubs it around, highly aware of Navia’s keen voice whining.
Clorinde holds her length and pushes her cock against her much harder. The action makes Navia moan louder. She grinds back, and Clorinde closes her eyes. She’s panting hard, as she tries not to lose control. She really wants to push aside Navia’s underwear and shove her cock inside her.
And Navia probably wouldn’t stop her either, seeing as her eyes roll back from pleasure. She’s touching herself too- fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples.
“Clorinde, keep going.” She groans. “You’re so good at this.”
Clorinde licks her lips. She pours a little more lube over her shaft, and she’s certain that there was no salvaging Navia’s underwear.
I’ll have to get her a new set. She decides. The one from the new highly recommended shop would do well as their anniversary gift.
With that thought in mind, she grabs hold of the side of the underwear and pulls, grinding against her entrance as much as she possibly can. It got to the point where Clorinde tries to push her tip against Navia’s slit, only to be stopped by the thin, already ruined, fabric.
“Oh my gods. ” Navia pants.
“You don’t know how much I want to be inside you.” Clorinde tells her. “You’re making me go crazy.”
She pushes her tip again, and Navia moans in response. She does that a few more times, with Navia only writhing and squirming underneath her.
Clorinde licks her lips again, pushing the underwear aside to tease her, stroking her entrance with the tip of her middle finger. She shoves two fingers inside, then curls them right against the spot Navia really likes.
“You’re the devil.” Navia gasps. “A really hot devil.”
A few minutes later, Navia cums from Clorinde’s teasing, and when Clorinde cums from jerking herself off, she pours it all over Navia’s underwear Before she could lose all the strength in her body, she takes them off, crushes it into a ball and threw it in the bin. She collapses on top of her partner, sighing in relief.
It isn’t until the clarity returns to them that Navia huffs and places her hands against Clorinde’s cheeks.
“Do you expect me to go home without anything?” Navia huffs.
“Navia, you were the one who poured lube first.” Clorinde points out. “If you wanted to stay with me tonight, you didn’t have to do that.”
Navia makes an indignant noise. Clorinde has caught her in the act and foiled her plans, it seems.
“I did that because I know you like being freaky! ” She scoffs to the side. “…it’s because I know you find it hot.”
Clorinde will never admit out loud that she does find it hot.
“I’ll get you a new pair of undergarments tomorrow.” She promises.
“You’ll pay?” Navia jokes. “Can we get the ones from the newly opened shop near the entrance to the Fleuve?”
Clorinde rolls her eyes. “Of course. You have to get me some coffee though.”
“That’s all?”
“Throw in some kisses.”
Navia snorts.
“Deal.”
She discovers how needy Navia could actually be when they do it again in a hot minute-
Navia’s curiosity begins when she watches Clorinde training in the woods with her vision. She offered to postpone training to do what Navia wants today, but she declined and suggested going with her to hunt.
Clorinde was more than happy to go trekking the mountain with her lovely partner.
“How long can you hold your shadows together?” Navia asks, once she’s finished clearing up the nearby hilichurl camp.
Clorinde tilts her head, puzzled.
“Just for a few seconds. But it wouldn’t be safe to touch them because of the electro particles.”
Navia looks very disappointed. But that didn’t last long, because she lit up almost instantly as if she thought of something brilliant.
She rushes towards her with bubbling excitement, giving her a sudden kiss on the cheek. Clorinde blinks and looks at her blankly.
“Let’s go back to your apartment after training. I have an idea I want to try out.”
The idea involves the dildo and Clorinde herself for Navia’s pleasure.
Quickly after they arrive, Navia removes all pieces of clothing and jewelry on her, then goes to lay down on the bed, playing with herself. Clorinde wastes no time undressing before her, eyes careful not leave Navia out of her sight.
“Are you going to make me watch you again?” Clorinde teases lightheartedly.
She joins Navia on the bed, caressing her sides. Navia licks her lips and pushes a finger inside her, back arching as she moans. Clorinde brings a hand down to draw circles over her clit to help her get off.
“No, I was thinking of something while watching you earlier.” Navia answers between gasps. “Like, how it would feel if there were two of you taking me.”
Oh.
Clorinde visibly swallows. “How would I have taken you?” She presses.
Navia gazes at her with half-lidded eyes and a slightly parted mouth. She continues to curl her fingers inside her, eyes rolling back in pleasure.
She guides Clorinde’s hand to her lips, sticking out her tongue to lick her index finger. She whimpers and pumps a little harder into herself, so much that the loud sound of her wetness fills up the room.
“Here-” she gasps, “my mouth and—”
Clorinde inhales sharply when Navia mewls again. She presses the pad of her index finger flatly against Navia’s tongue. She’s throbbing; her penis is painfully erect at the thought that Navia was thinking of this while they were in a clearing.
“You really want me to take you like that?” Clorinde presses.
She pumps her length, eager to insert it inside Navia, like she wants. Navia stares at her pleadingly, sloppily sucking on her fingers.
It’s unfortunate really, how Clorinde can’t make her clones appear without hurting Navia accidentally with her vision. So that’s why she’s going to try and please her in earnest.
She takes the dildo and rubs it against Navia’s entrance, after she eagerly extracts her fingers from herself. She’s panting underneath her, eyes fixated on her face, lovestruck and aroused. She reaches down to spread her entrance to tempt Clorinde.
She gives in to the temptress.
She pushes the dildo’s head inside, and Navia whines, back arching off the bed and hands gripping the sheets. Her moans get louder the more Clorinde bottoms out the toy in her.
She gets off to being watched. Clorinde groans.
“Navia, you sound so needy. ”
Clorinde slots her lips against hers, slipping her tongue into her mouth as she pumps the dildo inside her. Navia slides her hands over her scarred back, tugging her as close as she can, moaning into the kiss as she lifts her hips to try and get more friction from the toy.
This went on for a while- until the loud squelches can be heard throughout the room, and until Navia is dripping on the bed with how wet she is from Clorinde’s teasing. Her neck has a hickey or three, and she starts taking control of the toy when Clorinde decides to splay her hands over her stomach and worship her body with kisses and suckles.
“Clorinde- oh gods , you’re filling me up so good.” Navia cries out.
Clorinde smacks her lips together, hovering over her and lazily running her palm over her length. Navia’s eyes fixate on the sight and she too, licks her lips before she looks up at Clorinde with lustful eyes.
Her heart skips a bit.
Navia wants her, wants her in every way, and Clorinde still can’t get used to it. She caresses her face and Navia leans into it, panting and squirming as bottoms out the toy inside her again. Clorinde aligns her length to Navia’s mouth, tapping her lips, then her cheeks, then back to her lips again.
“Can you hear yourself, Navia?” She says. “You’re so wet for me. So ready and insatiable.”
“Clorinde, please.” Navia begs. “ Archons- I can’t wait any longer!”
I can’t wait either, Clorinde thinks.
Navia eagerly opens her mouth to wrap her tongue around Clorinde’s shaft, pulling her forward until Clorinde is inserting her whole length inside. She gasps when Navia takes her in earnest, bobbing her head and sucking her as if she’s planning to leave her dry.
“Navia- Navia, your mouth feels so good.” She praises.
Navia moans around her shaft, and Clorinde feels the way she shifts under her, spreading her legs more and thrusting the dildo a little bit harder. A smirk tugs at the corner of Clorinde’s lips, feeling hotter at the thought that Navia is clenching around the toy, imagining it’s her cock inside her.
“You’re such a naughty girl,” Clorinde pants, looking down at Navia. “You want me to fill you up at the same time, isn’t that a bit…”
She tests out a slow thrust inside her mouth, and Navia’s eyes nearly roll to the back of her head. Clorinde laughs a little and repeats the action, harder, but not too much that Navia would gag. She usually doesn’t use any vulgar words to describe her lover, the sweetest, most mischievous and yet also the bravest person she’s ever met.
But she knows- and Navia knows she knows, what turns her on.
“Isn’t that a bit slutty of you?” Clorinde breathes out.
It has the intended effect.
Navia moans and her hips lift up from the bed to get the toy inside her deeper. Clorinde could feel the pleasure consuming her as Navia sucks on her sloppily. She holds onto the headboard of the bed for support, pumping her cock inside her mouth, jogging her hips at the thought of Navia clenching around her length, pulling her in without any hesitation.
“So good.” She praises. “You’re so good, Navia.”
When Navia responds by raising a hand to pinch and twist her own nipple, Clorinde gets an idea. It would take massive control not to hurt her partner, and she’ll probably need to sleep in later, but if it’s to please Navia, she’s willing to try.
Her eyebrows furrow in concentration, trying not to get lost in the pleasure brought by Navia’s mouth.
“Navia, I’ll be using my vision.” She says gently. “Will you be okay with that?”
Navia releases her, panting and eyes wide and wanting. A bit if Clorinde’s pre-cum connects her lips to the tip of her cock, and the sight only makes Clorinde’s cock more erect.
“I trust you, Clorinde.” Navia pants. “I’ll always trust you.”
Electro particles spark around Clorinde, and she licks her upper lip and pumps her cock slowly. To Navia’s evident surprise, Clorinde forms two clones which flicker, appearing and disappearing every two seconds. She puts in the most miniscule amount of her power, so when she touches Navia, it wouldn’t hurt her one bit, but in fact, would even feel good for her.
“You said it wasn’t possible.” Navia frowns playfully. “Liar.”
“I never said it wasn’t possible, I just said the usual amount of electro would hurt. But I toned it down.” Clorinde assures. “Because you wanted to try it.”
Navia’s eyes sparkle in the dim lit room, lips curving upward into a happy smile. “You did this for me?”
Clorinde hums. “Of course. I have to satisfy my lover after all.”
The tips of Navia’s ears turn red at her words, and she looks away, giddy and giggling nervously. Clorinde bends down to kiss her, and Navia holds on to her shoulders, moaning delightfully into the kiss.
“Let me please my lover.” Clorinde whispers into her lips. “I’ll make sure you won’t need to be in want for the rest of your life.”
“Is that a proposal?” Navia giggles, pecking her lips again. “Show me what you have in store for me, ma moitié.”
Electro sparks around them, and soon, Clorinde is thrusting back into Navia’s mouth, while she plays with herself, pumping the dildo at the same pace inside her. One of the clones reaches out to squeeze Navia’s breasts, and the slight spark over her nipples makes her jump. Navia whines as the other clone puts a hand over her clit, flickering and shooting out a small, sudden burst of electro.
“Oh my god- Clorinde!” Navia releases her involuntarily and gasps.
“Does it feel good, ma biche ?” Clorinde smiles. “Is it what you hoped for?”
Navia is writhing below her in pleasure, and she releases the dildo when the clones touch her breasts and clit again. Clorinde gets off her, watching as her shadows play with her, and she makes her pleasure known noisily, moaning her name like a mantra.
Clorinde runs a hand over her length, jerking herself at the sight. She uses the other hand to pump the dildo into Navia, at an angle she seems to like.
“Look at you,” Clorinde starts. “You’re dripping wet, Navia. Gods, to think you want me everywhere on you, all at once. Slutty girl.”
Navia curses in delight, and from this view, Clorinde could really see her clench around the toy. For the next few minutes, she sits at the foot of the bed, touching herself while her clone thrusts the dildo inside Navia. She’ll need to recall them soon, because she’s almost spent.
But Navia is enjoying it- whining, spreading her legs as if to say touch me more.
“Clorinde, mon bébé, I’m going to cum-”
Clorinde can’t help but to join again,, kissing and biting wherever she could touch until Navia is cumming overwhelmingly, squirting and shaking, screaming her name until she rides down her high. The shadows dissipate almost instantly as Clorinde gives up her concentration to focus on her own pleasure.
She gets up to her previous position, and Navia sucks her eagerly once again. She thrusts her length deeper into her mouth, repeating the action over and over until she’s cumming inside her, with Navia drinking and swallowing as much as she can.
“Navia, Navia, Navia…” Clorinde moans. “You feel so good—”
Navia is spurred on, running her tongue over her cock, and the sight looks so hot , that Clorinde nearly explodes again, involuntarily jogging her hips to thrust her shaft inside Navia’s warm mouth again.
“That’s right.” She pants. “Take me, I’m all yours.”
“You’re a chatty one today.” Navia smacks her lips together, swallowing her cum and looking as if she wants more.
It seems that she’s still full of energy; in fact, she looks revitalized. She goes up to leave a mark on Clorinde’s neck- biting the juncture connecting her shoulder, then licking it again.
“You are mine.” Navia declares.
She pushes Clorinde down with a hand, climbing on top of her and running a hand through her disheveled hair. Her lipstick is smudged, and there are love markings covering her neck. But Clorinde still finds her so beautiful like this, especially as she places her palm on her abs, looking like how a hunter would do its prey.
“Rest now, my sweet, it’s my turn.”
Navia gets her a collar in winter.
She shoves the gift box into her hands a few days after Fontaine’s national holiday. Clorinde joins Navia and some of the members of the Spina in an evening party, before the couple decides to hold their personal gift giving in Clorinde’s apartment.
She gets Navia a pair of matching earrings and a lipstick she saw her looking at during one of their dates. Navia, in turn, gives her macarons, instant coffee, and eyeliner.
“That’s not all I got you.” She says smugly, pecking Clorinde’s cheek.
Clorinde raises a playful brow, slowly opening the gift box in her hands. A purple necklace laid in a jewelry box. A pendant hung from it in the shape of a silver breech loader pistol, similar to what she uses when hunting.
She takes it out of the box to inspect it, and realizes that it wasn’t a mere necklace.
“Navia, did you get me a collar?” She asks in disbelief.
Navia grins from one ear to another, clasping her hands in mischievous glee.
“I did! I thought, oh hey, it’s winter so people wouldn’t be asking why you’d be wearing turtlenecks or high collared shirts.”
“You want me to wear this outside? ”
Navia nods as if it’s obvious. She crosses her arms and hums in response before she frowns as if she remembers something unpleasant.
“You’ve been gaining a lot of…admirers lately. I’m proud of you, don’t get me wrong! I just felt like people should know you’re taken.”
A couple fit or item would suffice, she thought.
But then again, she and Navia weren’t really a conventional couple who stuck to customs and traditions.
Still, a collar…
“I’ve never thought about this before.” She admits. “It’s new to me.”
Navia shifts so she could scoot closer to her, inspecting her expression to search for any visible discomfort. She lays a hand atop Clorinde’s own.
“We can try it.” Navia suggests. “I wouldn’t hold it against you if you don’t like it.”
So they did.
Navia clasps the collar around her neck and leans back to admire her handiwork. They had changed out of their outwear clothing into some matching nightgowns, thin and transparent. Navia is on top of her lap, caressing Clorinde’s face in her hand, and tugging on the collar like she was on a leash.
“You look good like this too,” Navia tells her. “I had my name engraved behind your pendant, you know.”
Her pupils are blown as she licks her lips to indicate that she was obviously very horny. She pulls Clorinde into a breathless kiss, and when Clorinde tries to hold her by the waist, she breaks contact and stops her.
“Be a good puppy, Clorinde.” Navia scolds. “I didn’t say you could hold me, did I?”
Clorinde’s eyes widen just a little bit. So the collar isn’t just for Navia to show the world that one of the rising Champion Duelists in Fontaine bends to her beck and call, but also to establish her dominance in the bedroom.
Huh.
Clorinde is not turned off.
Navia tugs on her collar again, palming at her lower half. She stares into Clorinde’s eyes unyieldingly, while the latter squirms and whines underneath her hot touches.
“Bark for me.” Navia says sweetly. “I’ll give you whatever you want, my sweet, adorable puppy.”
Needless to say, Clorinde throws away her dignity that night, letting Navia do what she wants without any preamble.
Navia rides her face, grinding against her tongue and shivering above her as Clorinde licks around her folds and sucks on her clit until she comes. Navia’s taste is addicting, and Clorinde is willing to do whatever she wants, like getting on her knees and allowing Navia to shove her face into her pussy dripping with slick, or spread her legs for Navia to do what she would like with her dick.
Navia embraces her from behind, pinching her nipples and touching her abs, until her hands are on Clorinde’s leaking shaft.
“You’ve been so good.” Navia praises.
Clorinde pants as Navia rubs the bulbous head of her cock, taking the precum and using it as lube all over her member. Navia is holding her around the waist, jerking her off slowly.
“Navia, please,” Clorinde whimpers. “I’ve been so good.”
“Mhmm.” Navia presses an open mouth kiss on her neck, near the collar.
“I should reward you.”
Navia fastens her hand around her member, kisses her and plays with her breasts all at the same time, and Clorinde comes, bursting all over Navia’s hand, semen painting her abs white. She slides back against Navia, breathing unsteadily and penis softening after Navia milks it for all its worth.
“What a good puppy,” Navia praises again, running her hand through Clorinde’s hair. “Did you like it?”
“I do happen to like being pampered by you, yes.” Clorinde snorts tiredly.
Navia laughs, and it’s beautiful.
“Get used to it, champ. I’m going to do it for the rest of our lives.”
Clorinde prepares a ring at the age of twenty-five.
She goes on leave from the Palais Mermonis, and takes on a mission in Liyue. Furina says that one of the best ores to create the perfect engagement ring can be found in the chasm, and Clorinde is determined to find it.
Maybe it’s also the fact that Liyue may have specific rocks blessed by the Geo Archon- and Clorinde wants to find one that would suit Navia’s taste.
She does end up finding the perfect one within a week.
She hurries back to Fontaine and the blacksmith offers to make the ring for her. It takes another week or two, before the ring is finished, and Clorinde buys a golden box to place it in.
Navia will be happy.
She hasn’t brought up the question about marriage since the misunderstanding between them. Despite initial worries however, Clorinde likes to be confident about the fact that Navia does want to marry her.
All she needs is the perfect time and place to propose.
Which proved difficult to do.
Firstly, Navia has been on edge recently. The bags under her eyes worsened, and she’s been muttering plans to herself before she falls asleep in Clorinde’s embrace. She seems stressed out about something and stubbornly refuses to tell Clorinde about it. They end up quarreling more often about mundane things, much to her chagrin.
Secondly, Callas has been distant. He seems to be all over the place, doing and preparing things he termed to be, “Spina Business” and Clorinde hadn’t had the chance to get his blessing to get Navia’s hand in marriage.
Then her birthday passed.
An unsettling event happens during a rainy evening in Fontaine. Callas is accused of murder and Clorinde is quickly called into the Palais Mermonia for an emergency duel scheduled for the day forthcoming.
“He demands that you face him in the duel, Miss Clorinde.” Neuvillette tells her grimly.
She remembers sitting down in her dim office, head in hands, and silently screaming. She recalls pacing back and forth and staring numbly at the ring box on her table; and she also remembers when Callas calls her in his holding cell to talk.
“You’ll take care of Navia, won’t you?” Callas clears his throat.
Clorinde stares at him blankly through the iron bars.
It seems , Clorinde concludes, I’m going to be forcing someone to leave again.
“I was going to propose to her.” Clorinde answers him quietly. “I’ve been trying to make an appointment with you to have your blessing.”
Silence.
Callas looks up at the ceiling, arms crossed and humming. Clorinde waits for his answer, shoulders slump in defeat. She won’t be able to convince him to surrender, she thinks. The man before her looks as if he has accepted the results and does not plan to stay alive.
“You’ve always had my blessing.” Callas clarifies. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have allowed you to date or sleep with my daughter.”
She nearly chokes on air.
“The walls have ears, Clorinde,” Callas says smugly. “Take care of my daughter. Maybe give me a grandchild or two.”
Clorinde leaves at the age of twenty-six.
She hands Navia a dagger her master left for her, and turns her back to walk away without another word. She never turns back to check how her partner felt, nor did she explain her one-sided decision to leave.
She understands- really understands, that Navia can choose to leave after Clorinde killed her father. She would have been well within her right and it wouldn’t have been the wrong choice.
But Clorinde wouldn’t have been able to bear it.
Her parents abandoned her; her master left her; she had no choice but to take the life of someone she looked up to as her caretaker; Archons only know she wouldn’t survive if Navia decides to leave her too.
She doesn’t see anyone outside of work and professional settings except for the tabletop troupe games and gatherings to keep herself sane.
She doesn’t touch herself either.
The guilt overwhelms her at night and doesn’t let her sleep at all- so she ends up in the forest late into the evening or hiding out near Poisson earlier than dawn would arrive. She gets caught by Melus once or twice, but he never pushes her away.
-
Three years pass by slowly.
She has the same routine of serving as Furina’s bodyguard during the morning, fulfilling her duties as a champion duelist in the afternoon, and practicing the Marechausee hunters’ traditions and techniques in the night.
After she orders breakfast, she purposely catches a glimpse of Navia in the Court, trying to clear her father’s name and gathering clients. At lunch break, Clorinde would follow her around to make sure she eats, and after she’s off work, she goes to make a generous, but not so obvious donation to one of the Spina’s bases in the Fleuve Cendre.
Then Navia calls her for dinner at the age of twenty-nine.
After all that shitshow at court, where this man who nearly raised Navia as a child nearly killed her, and Clorinde discovering the horrifying truth of how Navia could have dissipated into primordial seawater at any moment, Navia seeks her out first.
Clorinde was in perfect control of herself.
She doesn’t cry, even when Navia holds her hands in hers and whispers, “Thank you.”
She doesn’t cry when she fails to ask if Navia still loves her.
She suppresses past [present] emotions and tries to be content with their friendship.
But Navia, of all people, wouldn’t misinterpret it if Clorinde still brought her flowers and coffee, would she?
Navia accepts them just as she always has like three years prior. But her smile is a little bit different; it’s not the same fond smile she used to flash Clorinde before- this one is a little bit worried and guarded.
“Clorinde, I’m not a girl you can just sway with this.” Navia chastises her one day, four months after the flood.
“I’m not trying to sway you.” Clorinde defends.
She contemplates saying, you know I like doing this for you. But Navia doesn’t know if that’s the case anymore, and Clorinde would rather not set off any trigger between them.
“I just want to give these things to you.” She answers instead.
Navia flashes her another content smile. Clorinde averts her gaze, and tries not to think about the heavy weight of the ring box that lay in her pocket. One she has carefully cared for in the last three years.
Clorinde helps rebuild Poisson, and Navia lets her sleep on her couch. She doesn’t question it, understanding the fact that it hasn’t been that long since they’ve started to talk to each other again.
Navia wakes her up in the morning by tapping on the bridge of her nose. When Clorinde opens her eyes, Navia is inches away from her face, smiling dazzlingly.
“Morning, sleepyhead. Anything you want for breakfast?”
This feels familiar. Somehow, Clorinde temporarily forgets that years have passed, when she rubs the sleepiness from her eyes and answers-
“You, of course.”
It has been her default answer whenever Navia stays with her and asks the same question every time they wake.
She realizes what she has said when Navia doesn’t answer for a minute or two. Because of that, her eyes flutter wide open and she shoots off her back, comically waving her arms to try and rectify her statement.
“I apologize, I’m still a bit sleepy-” she explains in a panic.
Navia doesn’t seem offended though, but she is evidently taken back.
“No, it’s okay!” Navia waves her hands frantically to calm her down. “I’ll uh, I’ll go check the fridge.” She stutters and leaves.
Clorinde decides it’s best for her to wake up earlier than Navia from then on.
She starts thinking about Navia a certain way again, during their trip to Liyue for Lantern Rite. The Spina deliberately asks her to accompany the boss on the trip, and Navia raises no objections. Clorinde packs up at lightning speed and meets Navia at the harbor as soon as she gets everything in order.
She doesn’t know what’s worse: the guilt that came every time she tries to touch herself to relieve any frustration in the last three years, or the guilt that came from wanting and being free(?) to touch herself at the thought of the woman she has loved for nearly two decades after their reconciliation.
It’s especially bad when they ended up rooming together in Chenyu Vale. They severely underestimated the influx of tourists during Lantern Rite, even though they arrived a day before the actual event. All the rooms in Liyue were booked, and thankfully, Navia is able to sweet talk the lovely old lady in one of the outskirt inns to give them a room.
A room. A bed.
“Is that okay?” Navia asks, with a hint of worry and something else.
“Of course.” Clorinde answers honestly. “I should be asking you that question.”
Somehow, she doesn’t think it’s funny at all. She and Navia had done some terribly intimate things- a beautiful personal experience for Clorinde, but she wouldn’t say the same thing for Fontaine if they knew. Resorting back to this awkward interaction with Navia is…frankly, foreign.
They end up holing inside the room for the rest of the evening. Traveling to Chenyu Vale and looking for a free inn took too much of their time, and now the sun is setting over the horizon.
“I’ll take a shower first.” Navia declares.
This is bad. Clorinde clicks her tongue.
Sure, a few years passed by in a blink of an eye; but Clorinde believes that old habits die hard- and the fact that they’ve done it so much in the past that it became akin to a habit doesn’t bode well for either of them.
Especially , as she watches Navia remove her heels messily. She sticks out her tongue and tries to unclasp the locks on her thigh-high heels, accidentally lifting her skirt up in the process. Clorinde bites her lower lip hard when she sees Navia’s pale, milky skin come into view.
She turns to look the other way. She recites the Fontainian Constitution’s preamble, and starts muttering the Revised Penal Code’s provisions in her head. She does everything in her power not to listen to the small noises Navia makes as she undresses in their shared space, and tries to concentrate on the most boring stuff ever-
Tea with Wriothesley. Neuvillette’s lectures on amendments. Fighting treasure hoarders.
Clorinde feels like forever has passed when Navia finally walks into the washroom and closes the door with a click . Clorinde quickly collapses on the bed, sighing in relief.
Dangerous. This is too dangerous.
Suddenly, images of Navia’s naked body come to mind- the vivid memories of touching her and running her hands all over her beautiful figure plagues her thoughts. The looks on her face, her parted legs and her moans flood Clorinde’s mind when she closes her eyes.
You’re better than this. Clorinde scolds herself. You are twenty-nine, for Archons’ sake!
But it seems that a twenty-nine year old isn’t better than a teenager.
She could hear Navia’s humming through the thin walls. she concentrates on that instead, because she has always loved her voice, and that love hasn’t changed in all the years that may have disrupted them from being together.
She lays there on the sheets, eyes closed until she hears Navia unlocking the door and stepping out of the washroom. She’s clad in a white bathrobe, drying her hair with the inn towel. Her face is relaxed ad she plops herself on the side of the bed, eyes quickly fleeting towards Clorinde. Her lips curl into a cute smile.
“That felt really good.” She giggles. “It’s all yours now, Clorinde!”
“Right.” Clorinde mutters.
She stands up to shrug off her cape, and without a second thought, starts unbuttoning her dress shirt. She figures if Navia is comfortable enough to undress in front of her, she wouldn’t have any problems with Clorinde doing the same.
How wrong she is-
Clorinde removes the dress shirt and collar with ease, leaving her in a black bra. She folds her top, then turns around to take the cape with plans to place them inside the single wardrobe in the corner of the room. Only then did she notice that Navia had stayed eerily silent throughout the process.
Navia is staring at Clorinde sharply, making the hair on her arm stand up. She shuffles from one foot to another uncomfortably, hesitantly asking, “Is something wrong?”
She could’ve sworn Navia licked her lips-
“Oh, pardon me, my lips are somewhat dry.” Navia explains. “I just noticed…your scars have doubled in number.”
Ah.
“You’re not imagining things,” Clorinde assures. “Most of them are from hunting at night. I’ve yet to lose a duel.”
Navia hums in response. Unexpectedly, she gets up from the bed to approach her, raising a hand to reach out for something, before she pauses and glances up towards Clorinde’s questioning gaze.
“May I?” Navia asks politely.
Clorinde gives her a slow nod. She realizes belatedly that Navia means to touch her. She stiffens when she feels the tips of her callous fingers brush against her abs, tracing the scars that mark her abdomen. She’s uncertain if Navia too, has old habits she found difficult to let go of, since her hand starts going south towards-
Alarms blare in her ears, warning her that it wouldn't be good for either of them if Navia continues drawing patterns on her stomach, so Clorinde gently wraps her hand around Navia’s wrist.
“What are you doing?” Clorinde asks, flustered.
Navia blinks, as if snapping out of some sort of trance. She retracts her hand and swallows nervously.
“I was- I was wondering if you have any stories behind the new scars.” She clears her throat. “And if there are scars I haven’t seen yet.”
Clorinde purses her lips, contemplating whether Navia was lying or telling the truth. She is, but at the same time, is not, the Navia she knew after all.
“I can tell you after I shower.” Clorinde offers. “I would rather you touch me after I’ve cleaned up after all.”
She doesn’t mean for it to sound like an innuendo. But judging from the way Navia looked at her with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, Clorinde thinks it comes across as such.
“Oh- I mean, it wouldn’t bother me at all!” Navia blurts out, “Like, it wouldn’t be the first time. What I mean is that-”
“It’s okay, I know what you mean.” Clorinde says a little too quickly.
And in fact, she does not know what Navia means other than those times where she gets irritated every time Clorinde takes too long to strip and shower that she pounces on her just as they would arrive at the apartment’s doorstep.
Navia shuts up, and Clorinde hurries to the washroom. She nearly trips over her own stockings while removing them, and almost rips the side of her skirt in the process. Thankfully, the shower greatly helps in calming her down, the relief of the water pouring down on her skin momentarily distracting her from her tense situation.
She stays there, washing herself as thoroughly as she can- because she’s sleeping with Navia, and it has been way too long, it would be bad to make a horrible first impression again. Subsequently, she puts on some lotion and face cream. Some strands of her hair had already turned paler over the years due to stress, so it was in her best interest to take care of how she looks.
She stares at her face through the mirror as an old memory resurfaces in her mind. She and Navia were trying out some new make-up products that Navia got for free from the Beauty Association. They were in their mid-twenties, sitting at the foot of her bed, smiling and whispering sweet nothings to each other.
“Clorinde, my handsome duelist.” Navia giggles. “Make sure to take care of yourself, okay?”
“You too.” Clorinde meekly answers.
When she finally comes out, Navia is already tucked in bed, sleeping soundly in her robe and hugging a pillow wedged in the middle of the bed as if to draw the line where she would sleep.
Clorinde watches her fondly, etching her peaceful expression in her mind. Navia’s freckles became more prominent over the years and her eyelashes grew much longer. Her soft, pink lips were slightly parted as she breathes, and her chest rose and fell steadily.
Pretty. You’re still so pretty, Clorinde thinks to herself.
Clorinde hasn’t seen her this close since…then. She reaches out to brush away some locks from her face and Navia wrinkles her nose, lazily swatted at the air, thinking it must have been a mosquito buzzing around near her face.
Clorinde’s eyes glisten.
Every time she would look at Navia since the duel, all she would receive is a glare in return. Navia would tell her to leave or to not speak with her, and all of it felt like a thorn in Clorinde’s side.
But now she gets to see her like this- become close to her again, and the yearning to rekindle something more is eating her alive. But she understands that they both need time, and-
She is still in the process of trying to accept that Navia might not want her like before.
“Good night, Navia.” She whispers.
Quietly, she sneaks towards her side of the bed with careful steps, and lays down, facing away from Navia.
See, Clorinde doesn’t dream much lately.
If she does have a dream, it always ends up being a nightmare. The repetition of the events in the past- she would live through the scene of piercing Callas’ heart with her sword, with Navia’s screams ringing in her ears among everyone else’s voice.
But today, she dreams, and it’s a bit familiar and foreign at the same time.
Navia pushes her against her office’s window panes, kissing her as hard as she can. She bites and pulls on Clorinde’s lower lip, slots their mouth together, and grabs her arms to put it around her waist.
This is a dream. She realizes.
She has always been in perfect control of herself, but never when it comes to Navia. If this was the last time she can have her like this, then Clorinde admits defeat, and lets herself indulge in the moment.
She reciprocates the kiss fervently and Navia cups her face. She breaks the kiss and laughs, lightly punching Clorinde on the shoulder. Her hat falls off of her head, and some of the strands stick out, escaping from the clutches of the ribbon pinning her hair up.
Clorinde wastes no time telling her-
“I love you.” She says, but no words come out. “I think I’ll end up loving you for the rest of my life.” She says, helplessly into the void.
Navia smiles at her, cups her face and kisses her again. Clorinde embraces her tightly, spinning them around and pinning Navia against the window. Navia keeps herself steady by splaying her hands on the window panes, letting out a gasp as Clorinde buries her face in her neck, arms still firmly holding her waist.
“I missed you.” Clorinde chokes out. “ Did you know that? You know I’ve never been good at telling you.”
She doesn’t expect Navia to respond, and she doesn’t plan on doing more than embracing her like this. But unexpectedly, Navia does say something, and Clorinde hears it, recognizes it to be hers.
“I missed you too.”
Something inside Clorinde explodes, and a sea of butterflies move around in her stomach. Her heart is beating way too fast, especially when Navia turns back in her arms to kiss her all over her face.
Maybe it’s the fact that she hadn’t touched herself in years- and the lack of Navia’s warmth and love, that Clorinde quickly gets hard. She pushes her tongue inside Navia’s mouth, running her tongue around and over hers, while wedging a knee between her partner’s thighs.
“Clorinde!” Navia gasps. “ Archons, Clorinde, wait a moment-”
“-I have!” Clorinde whines. “I’ve been waiting for you for years. I missed you so much.”
Navia groans when Clorinde pushes her knee further against her. She wraps her arms around Clorinde’s shoulders and pulls her close enough that their foreheads could touch.
“Just- slow down a bit, okay?” Navia stutters. “It’s been a while.”
Clorinde hums. She takes Navia’s hand in hers, and puts it on her abdomen. Navia is staring at her through half-lidded eyes, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. Clorinde can’t help but kiss her again, because she’s beautiful, she’s wonderful, she’s lovely—
And she’s rubbing herself against Clorinde’s shaft, bulging from her skirt. Her hips stutter, and she’s gasping into Navia’s mouth. Navia cups her face to kiss her again, pushing herself forward to grind against Clorinde’s clothed length.
Clorinde draws random patterns around Navia’s sides, encouraging her to continue doing what she’s doing. But as vengeance for the startling boldness she has shown, she grabs Navia’s hips and grinds back against her center. The grinding soon turns to humping- Navia wraps her legs around her, moaning into her shoulder as Clorinde moves her hips, alternating from grinding and humping.
“ Clorinde!” Navia gasps in ear.
“Navia.” Clorinde nuzzles against the side of her face.
She could feel herself nearing her climax. She holds Navia a little bit closer and thrusts harder.
“Clorinde!”
“More. Say my name more.” She begs.
She grinds her hips against Navia, burying her face into the side of her neck. She’s mouthing at her pale skin, groaning and nearly sobbing as she ejaculates.
“Clorinde, oh gods.”
She shudders as she cums, and hearing Navia’s voice only riles her up even more. Coming once may not be enough, she concludes-
“Clorinde, wake up-”
Wake up? Clorinde thinks. But she doesn’t want to, not when Navia is right here in front of her. But now that Clorinde takes a good look, Navia’s expression has morphed to a somewhat serious expression all of a sudden. She grabs Clorinde by her shoulders and shouts-
“ Mon bébé, — wake up!”
Clorinde wakes up, startled.
She’s greeted by Navia’s pink face. Her eyes were wide in surprise, and she’s covering her mouth with her hand in shock. Clorinde wiped the sleepiness from her eyes.
“What?” She mutters. “What is it?”
There was a pause. Navia looks at her incredulously. She sighs and slicks her hair back, then hides her face in her palms. Navia takes a deep, shaky breath.
“Clorinde, I think you should look around.” Navia mumbles, voice slightly shy.
It is only then that she realizes their position. Her right arm is tucked under Navia’s side, the pillow between them non-existent- thrown and forgotten on the floor. Not only that, Clorinde feels sweaty, and when she shifts, she feels something sticky, leaking from her-
She recalls her dream immediately. Her eyes widen and she pushes herself away from Navia. Much to her horror, her penis was still erect, leaking the aftermath of her come. It’s not just all over her, but also on Navia’s robe.
What happened was apparent, and the knowledge of what she had done fills her with dread.
Clorinde is going to cry. She’s going to leave Fontaine and become a wandering swordsman in Inazuma, laying down her honor and miserable life-
Navia gently wraps her dainty fingers around Clorinde’s forearms. Clorinde can’t look at her in the eyes,
“Calm down.” Navia reassures her. “It seems you just had uh,” she clears her throat, “sweet dream, is all.”
“How can I calm down?” Clorinde half-whispers and yells.
Not once had she raised her voice against Navia, but she’s panicking, because she just reconciled with the most important person in her life and now she might lose her again because of her stupid urges.
“Clorinde,” Navia says calmly. “You’re okay. I was expecting you to have…morning wood, so this isn’t very surprising but-”
“You what? ”
“-Nevermind! The point is, it’s okay. You’re okay, and I’m okay. I never minded it before, and I don’t mind it now.”
Her expression says, that’s final. Clorinde hesitates, hiding her face in the palm of her hand. She turns away from Navia, facing the bleak, cement wall of the room. The sun is just about to rise, judging from the loud noise the rooster is making outside. Quietness fills up the room and Clorinde groans miserably.
“What did I do?” She mumbles loud enough for Navia to hear.
“Well,” Navia pauses from behind her. “You pulled me into a back hug. I didn’t mind because you’ve done that a lot of times back then-”
That’s not so bad, Clorinde clicks her tongue.
“Then um, you started groaning in my ear about- about something.” Navia swallows. “I ignored it, but then you…you started humping against me.”
“Navia, throw me down the mountain, would you?”
Navia shifts from her position. Clorinde stiffens when she feels her rest her forehead against Clorinde’s back.
“Why would I do that?”
Clorinde could hear the frown in her tone.
“You want to leave me again?”
Alarmed, Clorinde turns back towards her, panicking and saying, “No! Why would I-“
“Got you!”
Navia tackles her into a hug, and Clorinde nearly falls off the edge of the bed with Navia clinging to her. She’s holding her, grasping at the fabric of her robe unyieldingly.
“You think I’ll let you leave again? Tough luck, buddy.” Navia says smugly.
For a moment, Clorinde forgets about what just happened. It isn’t until she remembers that the bottom half of her robe is soiled and Navia is burying her face there.
“Navia, my robe is filthy, get away from there.” She chastised.
Silence.
Navia glances up at her in disbelief. Clorinde quickly realizes late that she’s about to say something unhinged. It comes true, when Navia snorts and releases her hold on her, giggling and swinging her legs.
“ Clorinde, have you forgotten that you’ve been in my mouth? That I’ve swallowed- ”
Her ears turn red, and she quickly gets up from the bed, mumbling, “I see you’re really fine with it, I’m going to go shower.”
“Wait, wait, wait!” Navia says between chuckles.
She stops right outside the door of the washroom. Clorinde doesn’t look at her, still embarrassed and drowning in guilt, but she feels Navia’s eyes boring into her back. She could hear her steadying her breathing, and after a minute or two, Navia speaks up a bit more seriously, just like in her dream.
“Who were you dreaming of?”
Clorinde blinks. She cranes her head to look at Navia, who is still smiling, but somehow she could tell that there was a hint of worry in those wonderful blue eyes of hers. She has gotten up from the bed, and the robe slides off of her shoulder, giving Clorinde a peak of her milky white skin. Not only that, but a perky nipple was slightly showing too.
Her eyes drift back to Navia’s face innocently. Navia raises a brow and rolls her eyes. She doesn’t seem to mind, and Clorinde would have continually thought so, if it weren’t for the pink blush that dusted her cheeks.
“Not to purposely remind you, but I was just curious, because the only time I’ve seen and heard you like that was…” She stops and contemplates something.
“When you were with me.” She finishes lamely.
Clorinde can’t believe what she’s hearing- because while she hadn’t touched a newspaper for years, surely, the media hasn’t reported any untrue statements about her romance again, have they?
Why else would Navia think she’d have any relations with other people?
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Navia huffs.
“Nothing,” Clorinde reassures. “I just didn’t think you’d ask something so obvious.”
“What’s obvious?” Navia presses impatiently.
Clorinde tilts her head. As much as this is embarrassing to talk about, she finds it appalling that Navia would think she would be like this with someone else.
Maybe she hadn’t paid as much attention to Clorinde’s feelings for her as much as she should have.
She sighs.
“You already answered your question.“