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Byleth let go of the crumpled fistful of sheets and exhaled all the tension from her body with a satisfied sigh. Her body was spent as she relaxed, closing her eyes and catching her breath. She felt Edelgard move beside her, with a grateful hum she draped one arm over her wife’s chest and pulled her closer, tasting herself as their lips met in a chaste kiss.
They lay in silence for a while, their hot flushed bodies cooling down atop soft, silky sheets. The light outside had gotten warmer as the hours ticked by, pouring through the windows of their bed chamber. Edelgard sat up and stretched, she rolled away from Byleth’s warm and reassuring body, her delicate feet resting on the wolfskin rug their bed sat on. With a loud swallow she reached for the pitcher of water they kept on the nightstand. Byleth shuffled behind her, gently wrapping her arms around El’s waist and stroking over gloriously defined muscles. She inhaled the unique scent of Edelgard's hair, enjoying the smell of sweet, summer berries.
As delightful as the smell was she still brushed it aside, planting lazy kisses across bare shoulders, “You’re still tense,” she soothed, feeling strong muscles contract and release under her lips,
“I have a lot to do today, finalise Ferdinad’s schooling proposal, meet with Linhart about his research, sign the mountains upon mountains of paperwork Hubert has organised for me and finalise Petra’s coronation,” Byleth flattened a hand against her wife’s stomach to keep her from getting out of bed,
“You promised me a day to ourselves El,,” she grumbled in admonishment, “you need the rest, remember,” Edelgard grunted in frustration, her work was hard enough without her wife’s protests, she wished Byleth would just back down but she knew she wouldn’t,
“I do, but I can’t afford it, I’ve already delayed my morning for you, I’m so sorry, I’ll make it up to- Ow!” She yelped as Byleth bit down into her shoulder, certainly marking her porcelain skin,
“You’re spending the day with me,” Byleth kissed up her neck, biting down on softer skin and drawing a noise from Edelgard which was half a moan and half a yelp of surprise, “Please El, for me, take the day off,”
“You know I can’t Byleth, even for you...”
“You can, El, an exhausted, worn out Emperor is not fit to rule a country, let alone one which is still recovering from war.”
She nipped at her neck, softer this time, she gently stroked down her body, following the natural curves of her hips. She pressed her front to El’s back, her firm nipples dragging against defined muscle. Edelgard’s breathing was more measured and slightly deeper. Byleth knew her wife well, she knew that El wanted nothing more than to spend a day in their bed, making sweet and sensual love until the sun set and rose again, she knew that with just the right push El would be hers for the day.
“You’re always so selfless, always putting yourself last for everybody else's sake,” she slid her fingers further down, drawing idle patterns on the insides of El’s thighs, “you’re the best ruler we could ask for, always putting the people first, putting hope back into people’s lives,” she sucks a tender earlobe, “they won’t care if you take some time for yourself, for me, we saved the world El, we should get to enjoy it too…”
The white haired woman sighs in defeat, “As long as I can at least make time for Petra,” she concedes,
“I can’t promise that...”
She wastes no time, her fingers stroke through slippery folds, pressing against and teasing all of the spots that made El moan, she’s rhythmic and deliberate, finding a pattern that makes Edelgard relax against her. One of the Empress’ hands reaches back and tangles in green hair, holding and pulling at it as she rocked backwards and forwards.
It wasn’t enough for her though, as well as Byleth knew her body this position didn’t work for her. She took hold of her wife’s hand to help guide her but there was always something that took her out of the moment, her ragged sighs changed to grumbles of frustration and left Byleth with no choice but to start building pleasure from scratch again.
Just let me do this , Byleth groaned in her head, El was deliberately making this harder for her, it must have been some kind of punishment for getting the better of her.
The wild and unpredictable movements of Edelgard’s hips made it near impossible for her to keep the pressure on El’s most sensitive spots, not to mention the hand which was deliberately guiding her away from those spots. Goddess, El could be a nightmare sometimes.
Byleth made a point to yank her hand away and break free from her wife’s body. Edelgard gave her a quizzical glance as she danced around her body and straddled her, bringing their lips together in a demanding kiss.
She took the time to cup El’s chest, circling El’s puffy nipples to hardness while continuing the passionate kiss. It didn’t take much to work El up, she had her wife distracted and took the opportunity to pin her to the bed by her shoulders.
El resisted at first, trying to buck her off but it was futile, Byleth’s mouth was too demanding and she surrendered, letting herself sink into the comfortable bed, “I’m doing this my way,” Byleth growls, kissing her way down Edelgard’s neck.
She slides off the bed and kneels on the thick rug, she licks her lips as she pries her wife’s legs apart, thankfully encountering none of El’s petty resistance. She kisses El’s ankle as she rests heavy legs on her shoulders, pulling that appetising, glistening cunt closer to her.
She’s in touching distance when she stops, lingering around just to smell Edelgard’s arousal, when an impatient huff blows out from above her she begins to move her tongue slowly, dragging the flat of the muscle up and down damp folds.
El’s reaction was immediate, a sharp gasp and sudden exhale before her breathing found a rhythm. Gentle moans synchronised with the tender movements of her tongue. It’s nice, tasting El while appreciating her moans. Normally when she did this it was well into the early hours of the morning and El would be struggling to stay awake, now though, there was an encouraging hand on her head and her wife was moaning her name, praising her technique.
Immensely satisfied with how the morning had gone so far she increased the speed and tempo she ate El out with. She far preferred using her mouth to her fingers, especially on Edelgard, her wife’s taste was easily the most delicious thing she’d ever had tasted.
She was pretty sure she’d finally convinced El to relax and enjoy the day when her infuriating wife began moving her hips once again. Throwing her off and forcing a change in her rhythm. Edelgard sat up straight, her grip getting further as she took control of Byleth’s movements.
With an annoyed look on her face Byleth pulled away from her wife, “Stop spoiling things and lie back down,”
“What?”
El looked flushed and disheveled, her cheeks were a deep red and her normally pristine hair was a mess. Even in this state, she looked beautiful and it made Byleth feel guilty for taking such a tone with her wife.
“I told you...” her voice was softer, “I’m doing things my way, for once,”
“I thought you preferred it when I took control?” El’s face dropped slightly, concerned she’d upset her wife,
“I do El, I love it when you take control, but…”
She rose to her feet and put her palm flat on El’s chest,
“I want you to relax, I don’t want you to worry so much,” she continued, pushing El back so she was sprawled on the sheets “Try letting go, it’s very relaxing,”
“It doesn’t sound relaxing, how am I supposed to relax if I can’t control what’s happening to me?”
Something clicked in Byleth’s head then, “El,” she soothingly ran her hands down long legs, “it’s ok,” she could feel the way Edelgard shited on the bed, watched as she squeezed the sheets to remove the temptation of grabbing her wrists, “let me look after you, El,” she grips her hips and sinks down between El’s splayed legs, “let me show you how much I love you.”
With that she buries her face deep between El’s thighs, not bothering to build the pace up again and instead went hard and fast from the start. As she feared there was soon a hand on her head. Thankfully Edelgard left it at that, her breathing was uneven, hard and fast, her muscles tensed and contracted and her hips bucked and jerked but she was no longer trying to guide her.
The fingers on Byleth’s head squeezed down painfully for a moment as El let out a long whine, taking it as a sign she got faster and harder still, making as much noise as possible as she slurped down El’s juices.
She took El over the edge, her wife’s hand left her head with a shriek as the empress threw both of her arms behind her head, reaching for the other side of the mattress. Byleth had never heard her be so loud before as she continued her feast, determined to make her wife’s orgasm last as long as possible.
Byleth herself was short of breath when she finally pulled away from El’s dripping cunt, “So?” she grinned smugly, “did you enjoy that?” she crawled up her wifes body until she was straddling her hips, a tender hand stroking down a crimson cheek,
“I did,” she hummed, turning her head to feel as much of Byleth’s soft palm as she could,
“It feels good to let go doesn’t it?”
“Maybe, that felt good though,” she grinned up at her wife through half-lidded, lavender eyes, she reached a hand up and gently cupped the back of Byleth's neck, gently pulling her down into a loving kiss, “I’m sorry for being difficult,” she nervously smiled,
“I love you for it,” Byleth kisses her again as El takes her hands,
“I’d like to try that again, with you in control...” Byleth raised an eyebrow.
With lightning speed and unrivaled strength she was suddenly on her back as El grinned down at her, a hungry gleam in her eye, “...but now you’re mine for the rest of the day.”
Byleth wrapped her legs around El’s waist and returned the searing kiss, today was going to be fun.