congrats on motherhood or whatever

victory roils through her bloodstream like fire, igniting the fervid green of her eyes with unmitigated lust. Yarra pins the monochrome woman beneath her with a triumphant snarl, lips parting as she scents her lover. Absi’s body writhing beneath her is a near-religious sight, the closest thing she can imagine to divinity. Yarra lets herself look for a long while, gaze tracing down every curve and edge with a mix of hunger and reverence. it’s been too damn long since they last did this dance. “it seems i’m owed a favour, sweetling,” Yarra croons, fitting her lips to Absi’s ear. she’s fucking perfect, every blasphemous inch of her. right now, Yarra wants nothing more than to lower her head and feast. “i’ve been craving this, Absi. craving you.” she withdraws just enough to look her lover in the eyes, to gauge her reaction so she best respond. for all she takes, Yarra also ensures to give. and after so long apart, she has much to give.