When Tally had found Sarah Alder, she was touch starved and vulnerable, the older woman tried to act like she wasn't affected by the younger woman's touch but she was. Tally had grasped her hand and brought her to share her bed that first night after she had returned from the mycelium.

Sarah fought the need to touch and be touched but Tally took her into her arms and held her as she trembled. The older woman panting and clinging to the younger woman as the feel of being in her arms overwhelmed her.

Tally's eyes grew dark as she gazed into Sarah's pleading eyes and in that moment Tally felt the need to claim her, to feel her, she had missed her so so much.

Pulling the older woman into a searing kiss like her life depended on it, pushing her tongue into her mouth like she'd done this a thousand times before when really Sarah was the first.

But when they pulled apart Tally searched her face to make sure it was okay and Sarah answered by pulling her on top of her. Tally went to work biting at her neck, sucking at it and lavishing it with her tongue, wanting to leave her mark. She must've hit the right spot because Sarah was grasping at her back, panting, and moaning out her name.

"Tally, please touch me, I need you."

Tally never thought she'd ever hear the ex-general begging her, needing her and it made her pull back and look down at her with gentle eyes.

"Are you sure?"

She's being pulled down into a fierce kiss like that's answer enough and so Tally pulls back and makes quick work of both their clothes. Mesmerizing the soft smooth skin on display for her, yet her gaze only seems to make the older woman whine beneath her like her gaze is touching her. Sarah takes matters into her own hands and grabs Tally's hand and brings them to her breasts, her gaze stern ever the general she once was.

"I said touch me."

Suddenly all of Tally's confidence is out the window as she remembers this is her first time with a woman and let alone the one woman she's had the biggest crush on for what seems like forever. It's not so much about claiming her now although she has left her mark on her but now she just wants to love her because she's alive and she's here in her bed begging to be touched like she has never felt another person's touch in her life.

So she lowers her head and takes a nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it like they belonged to Aphrodite herself. Pulling her mouth away, leaving a strand of saliva dribbled down her chin. Then paying the same attention to the other nipple, leaving them taut and it's one of the most beautiful things her mouth has ever had the privilege to taste...so far.

Her hand rests gently against the woman's cheek as she gazes down at her, her thumb grazing over her bottom lip like all her secrets could be read there. But then she is kissing her way down that stomach she's only dreamed about. Sarah spreads her legs to invite Tally into where she needs her, like she was reborn for this exact purpose.

Tally's kissing up her thighs, leaving little love bites here and there. She may have never done this before but she just wants to love her and that's not hard to do. So she doesn't hesitate, she doesn't tease, she's licking up the drenched mess she's made of Sarah. And that right there is probably the most delicious thing she's ever tasted. If ambrosia of the gods were a thing this would surely be it.

The mewling, the hands in her hair, they're just the topping on how much she wants to devour this woman. Spelling I-love-you's with her tongue along her clit, tasting the inside of her like it's a privilege. But then her hair is being tugged upwards and so Tally lets herself be dragged up to lips that whimper into her mouth. Her hand being shoved between Sarah's soaking wet thighs, her fingers being directed straight inside her.

And suddenly Tally feels like she's got the whole world in her hands. She's overwhelmed with guilt, shame, hope, jealousy, and so much love. She doesn't mean to say it then but there's no time like the present and maybe it's greedy of her to say these words but she can't help it and she's sobbing into the kisses, "I love you. I'm sorry. I love you. I'm sorry."

Like it's some sort of mantra, she's not sure if she's saying she's sorry for saying she loves her or if she's saying she's sorry for everything she put her through or perhaps it's both. With a few strokes of her clit and Sarah is crying out Tally's name like it's a seed she's always sang.

They're clinging to each other, sweaty and panting and crying. So much crying. Sarah feels more alive in that moment than ever before.

"Thank you for making me feel alive again, Tally. For loving me," she cries into her neck unable to pull away, "I think I love you too. You taught me that a long time ago when I thought I'd buried that feeling."

Tally sobs into her neck like if she lets go she'll disappear, like this was all just another one of her many dreams. Dreams about how she saves her, in different ways, but she saves her nonetheless. How they didn't fight each other and Sarah didn't lose her purpose.

But they're here now and Tally doesn't think she could let her go even if she tried, she'll follow her forever.

"Please don't leave me," Tally pleads like she has a choice, they could both die tomorrow.

Sarah rakes her nails down her back to prove she's there, she's real and Tally lets out a hiss as they leave marks down her back, her raspy voices hot against the redheads neck, "Where you go, I go."

And Tally clings to her and sobs into her neck again, Sarah soothingly dancing her fingers against her back until they both fall asleep.