touch-starved (2/2)
Pairing: Terra/Aqua Rating: E (Explicit) Word Count: 4,170
Summary: They learn to speak their truths.
A/N: Happy Terraqua Day!!! It’s so insane - this is my fourth (smutty) contribution, and it feels like I turned in last year’s just a couple of months ago. I don’t know where that time went but I want to thank everyone for sticking around with me. I was actually touch-starved myself - hubby and I were separated for a year during lockdown, and that was brutal and devastating and left me feeling hopeless. Very much like how Aqua was stuck in the RoD. I’m so glad for better days.
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She wakes up with his hand further up her back. It’s dragged her shirt up, which is already tussled from movement during sleep. Her stomach is exposed, her shoulder blades bare without a bra. This is fine, this is needed, a solid drink of real water. She imagines brushing his hair off his forehead. She imagines pressing her lips to his. She imagines his response, pushing her knee aside to let him in. But Aqua waits.
Terra is groggy when he opens his eyes. Good morning, they say. He sighs contentedly, deep into the thicket as his fingers trace circles on her skin.
He isn’t aware of what he’s doing until he really wakes up and realizes what he’s touching.
“Um.” He clears his throat and sits up (why does he stop?). He chooses to stare at the fireplace, now ashen and still. “Thank you.”
“For what?” Heat rises to her cheeks and spreads down her chest. Aqua pulls her shirt down.
He inhales and scratches the back of his head. “For listening to me.”
“You don’t have to thank me for that.”
It wasn’t like he ever had to ask. They spent how many years together? At least ten. Those came attached to some unspoken contract, signed with shared secrets and blood oaths. Since when does time make them strangers?
He isn’t, he could never be.
Terra implants a smile. “Right.”
