#yashira

Mircalla chuckles, coming up to lay beside her. She kisses Yashira deeply. “You know you love it.”

“Not the point,” Yashira tries to argue, tasting her own fluids on her tongue as a result of Mircalla’s kiss. She plans to continue, but a yawn cuts her off.

Mircalla’s teasing glance turns worried. “I didn’t do too much, did I?” It had been a few weeks since they last saw each other, and Mircalla hadn’t slept with anyone else, making her rather hungry by the time she saw Yashira again.

Yashira waves her off as she tries to smother another yawn. “Nah. I’ll live.”

That’s exactly what I’m worried about, Mircalla wants to say. She wants to remind Yashira that fucking a succubus wasn’t like fucking a mortal, but Yashira already knows this. Had known this since their first rendezvous all those months ago. Mircalla had made sure of it, too afraid of accidentally taking too much not to warn her partners beforehand.

Rather than continue to speak, Yashira merely curls against Mircalla’s side with another sleepy yawn. “I’m going to sleep. Wake me when it’s time to leave.”

Mircalla continues to watch her worriedly but nods. “Yes, dear,” she teases. Yashira snorts, amused despite her exhaustion. That was probably a good sign, right? Mircalla’s going to assume it is at least.

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Despite having plans to leave before it got too dark and slippery, it’s pitch black when Yashira next awakes. She blinks, violet eyes taking a moment to adjust to the blackness. She carefully sits up, not wanting to wake Mircalla if she managed to sleep, and takes stock. She’s still naked from their earlier sex, though significantly less sensitive than she had been earlier. Mircalla is still beside her, though her eyes are closed and breathing even suggesting she fell asleep at some point. That explains why she hadn’t woken Yashira before now.

She stretches best she can without waking anyone and carefully slips out of bed to the nearby bathroom. After taking a moment to freshen up, she slips back into the bedroom to look for her clothes. It’s cold, but not unbearably so. Not much different than staying in Zane’s room during the summer when they had the air conditioner on full blast.

She curses as her foot catches on the edge of a table. Mircalla stirs. It wouldn’t be the first time Yashira’s snuck out post sex, but something about doing it to Mircalla under these circumstances makes her feel… odd. Maybe because of how concerned Mircalla had been earlier, afraid she took too much of Yashira’s essence when they slept together.

At any rate, she can’t bring herself to leave now that Mircalla seems to be awake, though she does continue to gather her clothes from where they’d been tossed earlier. “Yashira?” Mircalla asks after a moment of silence.

Yashira sighs quietly. “Yeah. Sorry, I was… I was trying not to wake you.”

“Oh.” Something about her voice sounds off, and it takes Yashira a moment to place it as fear. What was she afraid of though?

Yashira glances back, about to ask what was wrong, when she sees Mircalla trying to flip the light switch and it not reacting. Oh. Oh. That would explain the cold. She tests the switch nearest her only to have the same result. “When did the power go out?”

Mircalla startles, eyes flickering somewhere to the right of Yashira. “Uh, a-about an hour after you went to sleep?”

Yashira steps toward her. A perk of being able to control darkness meant being able to see even in pure darkness, and right now, she can see Mircalla struggling with the dark. “Can I ask you something and you not be offended if I’m wrong?”

Mircalla blinks, confused. “Sure?”

“Are you afraid of the dark?”

Mircalla winces. “I-It… it’s silly, I know, but… I’m…” she sags, “yeah.”

Yashira nods. “Oh.” Well, now she really couldn’t leave. Much as she wanted to keep this just about sex, she’d come to care about Mircalla as a friend if nothing else. She couldn’t just leave knowing the other was scared. “I, uh, can I do anything to help?”

She wasn’t sure what had caused the blackout and, thus, isn’t sure when to guess the electric will come back on, but there had to be something she could do in the meantime? Right?

Mircalla shrugs, still looking to the right of Yashira. “I… I don’t really… I’ve never had anyone ask me that.” She takes a hesitant step forward and knocks against a table. “I, uh, I thought you were leaving?”

Well, now Yashira feels really bad. “Nah. I don’t have anywhere else to be,” Yashira lies. She was technically supposed to have met up with Zane and Atticus for dinner, but they’d understand if she missed it. Even if she couldn’t properly explain why she was missing it. “What do you need from me?”

As she waits for an answer, Yashira steps back into the bedroom, placing a hand on Mircalla’s bare shoulder. She startles. “Easy, Mircalla, just me. Let’s go back to bed.”

“I’m still full from earlier.”

Yashira snorts. “Not to have sex.” As much as sex in the dark appealed to her, knowing her partner was completely at her mercy, she had no plans to enact such a thing right now. Not when Mircalla was obviously uncomfortable with the situation. And ace, though that part was less of an issue as she was coming to learn.

(Where Zane was sex repulsed and generally avoided any mention of the subject, Mircalla was more like Alex and willing to do it as long as it was on her terms.)

“Then what?”

That… was a good question. “Dunno yet,” she admits. “But being somewhere solid probably helps in situations like these.” That made sense, right? Having a solid base under your feet when you couldn’t see was helpful?

“Probably?” Mircalla almost sounds amused, which Yashira will count as a win.

“We’ve never really discussed my magic before, have we?” Mircalla shakes her head before realizing Yashira wasn’t supposed to be able to see her and replies in the negative. “Ever hear of umbramancy?”

Mircalla blinks. “Shadow manipulation? I thought… I thought humans wiped that out decades ago?”

“Not entirely. Some of us still live, we’re just a lot less common nowadays.”

“...We?”

“...Yeah. Is… is that a problem?”

“No,” Mircalla replies quickly. Almost too quickly. “No, I just… like I said, I thought it was wiped out.” She pauses. “Does that mean you can see right now?”

Yashira guides her back to bed and helps her sit down. “I can. It’s all… grey rather than color, but I can make out where things are, if that’s what you mean.” It occurs to her that Mircalla may have been trying to get up for a reason. “You don’t need to pee or something do you?”

Mircalla shakes her head. “No. I was just going to see you off… which sounds silly now that I say it out loud.”

Yahira chuckles. “Nah. It’s cute.” Probably a little more close to romantic than she should be comfortable with, but she trusted Mircalla not to make it romantic for some reason. She’s rather pleased with herself when she notices Mircalla’s cheeks become darker.

Rather than comment, Mircalla asks, “What do we do now?”

Yashira pauses, not sure how to answer. Her relationship with Mircalla thus far had been built on sex, so she’s not entirely sure what to do outside of that. “Do you have a laptop? A charged laptop?”

Mircalla shakes her head. “Not a charged one. It needs a new battery.”

Yashira frowns, committing that to memory as she tries to think of something else to do. Mircalla clearly didn’t have fire or light magic or she would’ve made a way to see by now. “Is it bad that the only thing I can think of is kissing?”

“Kissing?” Mircalla sounds amused.

“We’d need light for just about anything else,” Yashira defends herself. “Besides,” she admits, “I like kissing you.”

Mircalla’s cheeks flush again. “I like kissing you too.”

Yashira knows she should probably stop right here and clarify that things would never become romantic between them, but instead, she cups Mircalla’s heated cheek. “May I? Perhaps it’ll distract you from your fear?”

Mircalla’s cheek grows hotter. “Sure. It’s, uh, worth a shot anyway.”

Yashira leans in. Mircalla’s lips have always been warm, but now they’re slightly chilled from the lack of heat from the apartment. She sucks on Mircalla’s bottom lip, waiting for the other’s lips to part for her to deepen the kiss.