Long day - full story at ao3
You've never been so glad for the end of the day as today. Staying two hours past close to finish up the end of month reports was always horrible, and although you keep thinking it's only once a month and not so bad, the crick in your neck from leaning over the charts and the slight headache you have from staring at numbers so long has worn you out.
The sight of your apartment building coming into view as you round the corner is your body's queue to fully feel its exhaustion it seems. Your shoulders sag and your once sure footfalls are now sluggish and the sound of your soles skimming the pavement keeps interrupting your thoughts of drifting off between cool sheets surrounded by Yang's familiar scent. You wish she could be there to wrap you in her arms as you sleep but she won't be back from visiting Ruby for another night. She's promised you a night out, knowing you'd need a little pampering -as she called it- after today.
You're lethargic as you unlock the apartment door and throw your back on the chair closest to you. Keys are discarded haphazardly onto the table next and their clang as they land has your head pounding and you wince, hissing slightly. You're glad Yang isn't here, her cat jokes would not be welcomed in this moment. It's usually sweet the way she points out your catlike attributes with her teasing. You know it's all out of love, but you just hate how irritable a headache makes you. Snapping at her would be the last thing you want.
Making your way to the bedroom to undress is next on your list. You are in dire need of a hot shower and then sleep. Lots of sleep. You inhale deeply as you step through the door. Just the scent of her calms your nerves more than any hot shower would be capable of. Not bothering to turn on the lights, as you can see decently well without it, you make your way to your dresser. You pull out an old shirt of hers you've become accustomed to sleeping in while she's away and lay it on the bed. Pausing, you debate skipping the shower to fall straight into bed. It looks so inviting. The internal debate is loud enough companied by the throbbing making its home in your skull that you don't hear or sense the change. Before you're aware your not alone there is something blocking your sight. Its cool and soft, and even with the slight panic at your sight being taken from you so suddenly, it feels amazing against the heated skin your headache has caused. It soothes the throbbing. Survival instincts don't kick in and you would be more worried about that if you didn't notice why they were absent. There's a pull at the back of your head where a knot is tied in the fabric blinding you and then her arms are snaking their way around your waist. Her chin rests on your right shoulder and her familiar strong breaths brush against your ear and jawline.
Her scent is strong and comforting and you're surprised you hadn't known she was here before. She doesn't say anything, but her hands are tugging at the hem of your shirt, they pull at the fabric, releasing it from its confines tucked into the skirt you're wearing. Pressing tighter into your back, you can feel her every curve and your breath catches as the fingers of her one hand press against your throat.
Tilting your head back you give her better access. Her thumb brushes along your larynx, pressing firm enough to cause you to swallow before her hand lowers to release the button at your collar. Her fingers work deftly all the way down your front, while her other seems to have sneaked up, underneath the fabric, and is now warming the skin below your navel.
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so because of FF rules on explicit scenes you can go to my ao3 account for the full story