lady_mab | Fic - Hella/Adaire - Morning Kisses (Reply)

Thank you Danny for letting me write the girls!!!!!

Hella is woken by a soft sound of movement. She’s awake almost instantly, sitting bolt upright with a speed born of years on the road.

There’s hands on her shoulders before she is even cognisant of where she is, but she recognizes the touch instantly. “Adaire. What are you doing up?”

“I have to run to the next town over, I told you.” She says this fondly, voice muted in the early morning gray filtering in through their curtains.

“I’m coming with you,” Hella says, automatically. Because that has always been what she has done. They have always been together.

The edge of the mattress shifts as Adaire drops down onto the edge of it. Her touch shifts, dropping from Hella’s shoulders to trace the muscles of her biceps in the dim light. Adaire knows every inch of them, has mapped them by sun and candles and moon. She knows the tilt of Hella’s chin, which she tucks a finger beneath and guides her in for a kiss.

It’s perfectly lazy, content, letting moments turn to seconds turn to minutes, as Hella’s hands find purchase on Adaire’s hips — annoyed to also find petticoats and skirts in the way, and Adaire laughs at her grunt of irritation.

“You promised Rowe you’d take him fishing.”

“That doesn’t sound like me,” Hella murmurs against Adaire’s lips. Her fingers dance across the fabric, the woolen fibers beneath the tips of her fingers. And then they find cool muslin, and she grins in victory as that part of the dance comes to an end.

Adaire doesn’t stop her as the hand slips up her thigh, cotton giving away to soft skin and laughter. “You wanted to show him how to catch a fish barehanded.”

“That sounds more like me.” The hands in question curl around Adaire to pull her into Hella’s lap, and Adaire’s only response is a feigned sigh of bemusement that is quickly lost in Hella’s mouth. “Go tomorrow.”

“I need it today.”

“I need you today.” She punctuates this need with her searching hands and hungry lips, covering as much of Adaire’s skin as she can.

This time, the sigh is as much in resignation as it is in delight — as Hella rolls them over to catch Adaire in the cage of her arms, and her lips in a kiss.

It’s a slow and indulgent morning, and Hella realizes that she can get used to this.