Sweet Nectar — Alessa (Mature)

Alessa feels herself being lifted.

Her eyes are closed, eyelashes locked on each other, and from her slightly parted lips, a soft sigh escapes to the silent air. A soft sigh that matches the calmness that spreads throughout her limbs, the warmness that radiates from her chest, that makes her head sluggish without any thoughts and worries, and Alessa can simply...

Feel.

She feels herself being lifted as if her spirit is no longer bound to her body but is finally free to seek the skies. And it is so gentle how hands, precious, darlings, reliable hands put her on top of a mattress that is so soft, her whole body sinks into it.

"There you go." She hears at the edge of her awareness. And how sweet it sounds against her ears, how sweet it bathes her skin, and then a sparkle shoots down her spine when soft, precious, darling lips kiss her cheek.

Alessa feels like drowning, but your allure proves too strong for even the restful call of sleep. And the mattress is soft, the bed is warm, but Alessa finds her eyelashes fluttering and the world slowly blinking in and out of existence. And as she runs from the haze of sleep, your face comes into view.

She is too sluggish to fight the foolish smile that spreads her lips. "Where are you going?" she asks, lifting a hand to grab your arm.

You hesitate, your eyes flying to the door. "Uh, I was going back to my room," you say, but Alessa pulls you closer, and her smile turns sharper when you follow her command. You sit down on the bed beside her, seeming too hesitant. Alessa's grin widens when she decides, then, that this shall not do.

"You would leave me here alone?" she asks, rising to sit beside you. Her hand on your arm starts to go down, fingertips lightly pressing along its lines. Alessa's grin cannot grow further, but she swallows a chuckle as she watches the sudden glint in your eyes. As she watches doubt vanish from your face and a smile of your own grace those lips that have long plagued her dreams.

"Oh, perish the thought," you say, turning your wrist so Alessa can intertwine your fingers together. Your palm is warm against her frozen hand, almost as warm as the wave that spreads in her chest when you lean closer. "I wasn't thinking straight, Alessa. If you want me to stay, I'll stay."

Your smile is brighter than the most precious of gems.

Her other hand cradles your cheek, and Alessa does not care if she seems greedy or eager, or even a fool drunk in lust. She does not care, because perhaps she truly is all of those things. But you have never judged her before, so she decides to leave doubt behind. "I do want you," Alessa whispers, pulling you towards her. She stares into your eyes, face completely serious, and she watches that gem you have for a smile vanish as you stare back...

"Then you have me," you say, and now there is a hand on the back of her head, and lips crashing into hers. Alessa's eyes fall shut and she gasps, but it never rings in the air, for your lips drink in the sound. You tilt her head, your hand digging into her hair, and Alessa feels herself being lifted once again, in a slow spiral that banishes thought and any sense of self because she can feel no more than your taste.

Your kiss is urgent but not hurried. You kiss her as if time itself has stopped, and the night will go on forever. Alessa loops her arms around your neck and leaps on top of you, her legs circling your waist while your hand sprawls on her nape. Strong and firm, sending delicious shivers down her back.

And your lips. Your sweet, precious lips never stop. She does not want them to, she could kiss you for eternity.

Her nails rake down your neck, and now it's her turn to swallow the grunt that rumbles your chest. Her breasts are flushed against you, and Alessa pushes herself more firmly into you until both of your bodies melt and it's impossible to tell one from the other. She nibbles on your bottom lip then, with more strength than she needed, but she can't regret it when you shiver and open your mouth, and Alessa finally tastes your tongue.

She drinks nectar even sweeter than the most delicate of pastries. She drinks it all until her lips are numb and her chest is hurting from lack of air, and your hand in her hair pulls until you both break for air.

"Alessa," you pant, your chest heaving up and down, and this close, she sees your pupils blown wide, and your voice is dark, and Alessa loses all thought. "I think-"

She lounges again, kissing you again, shushing you because the time for words is long past. When she has you under her will, Alessa leaves one last lingering kiss on the side of your mouth before she moves upwards. Her lips trace your face, leaving butterfly kisses up your nose and two, long ones on each of your eyelids. She feels your raspy breaths against her throat as she kisses your forehead, and then she feels your fingers squeezing her waist when she bites on your earlobe.

"Oh," you gasp, your grip almost bruising, but Alessa would not have it any other way. She smiles against your skin, pulling the flesh before she licks down your throat. "Alessa."

You tilt your head back, and Alessa decides that your shirt is a nuisance. Sharp hands grab the hem and she pulls it over your head. You lift your arms accordingly, and Alessa seizes your weaker stance to quickly push you onto the mattress.

You go down and she puts her hands on your shoulders, pressing you in place. "Darling one," she says, grin wide now, nails sinking into your skin. "Be still."

She sees you swallow, but then she sees you nod and hold her waist. Alessa is straddling you, and she has all the time in the world to finally admire you. Spread below her, like the sweetest of treats. She leans down, hair falling around your face like a curtain, and leaves a sweet kiss on your lips before she pulls away and tracks the lines of your collarbones instead. Teeth and tongue mouth at your skin as her hips move against yours, and your hands grab onto her backside. Alessa cannot contain the moans that rise from her lips, but she doesn't stop.

She keeps kissing down your chest, lingering at the place right above your heart, and it must have inspired you because you suddenly slip your hands below her tunic and warm fingers slide up her sides to fondle her breasts. Pleasure shoots down her spine as you gently tweak her nipples, your hips firm against her own, your eyes watching her, always watching. So beautiful, so-

Alessa tightens her lips and goes back to the task at hand. She will not be distracted, she shall taste every inch of your skin. She takes your hands from her shirt and presses them beside your head. "Still," she hisses, before diving down and kissing above your belly button. Your stomach follows, and then the flesh right above your pants, and now her fingers slide that down too, and she hears your sharp inhale of breath as she kisses lower.

Lower

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Sunlight warms her eyelids, and a bird sings to the morning air.

Alessa's eyes flicker, lazily, heavy with sleep and a haze that is too good to be true. Her tongue feels dry and heavy, and it carries a lingering taste that is so sweet. So sweet...

She blinks again, and the world comes into focus. The world in the form of her room at the Leaping Lion, of her bed, cold and lonely, and of her duty. Alessa shoots up in bed, her cheeks maddeningly warm, and slips out of the covers as if they burn.

Foolish. Idiotic.

She finds herself pacing, uselessly so, but she cannot stop. Her bare feet cross the carpeted floor from the bed to the window, where dawn has barely broken, and Tarragona stands waiting. Rafael is waiting, and she must find him, she must go to the Market and try to meet Mist. She must...

But her heart is beating too quickly, and her foolish cheeks are too warm, and Alessa watches the sun rising above the distant dome of the Cathedral, but all she truly sees are your eyes.

How they have looked last evening as you said goodbye in front of her door. How lovely they have looked, and how close too.

Alessa takes a deep breath, hands digging into her elbows, and when she exhales, her eyes are as cold as stone. Enough. She needs to move.

In a flash, she's dressed and walking down the stairs to the common room. Her knives are hidden in their pockets, comforting weights that feel like an extension of her body, and nothing troubles her mind but the thought of reclaiming back her maps. Nothing troubles her...

But for a brief moment, less than the quickest of heartbeats. For when she steps into the common room, almost deserted at this time of day, Alessa cannot help but look for you amongst the tables.

And she cannot help the pang of disappointment when you are nowhere in sight.