(Requested)

idk what's up with me nowadays it's either heated or angst lmao

enjoy the kissing ig lol

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Whistling a small tune, I stepped into the common room, a subsection of the space Amaya and I shared. I was just finished taking a shower, clothes loosely draped around me and my hands occupied drying my sopping wet hair.

Spotting Amaya sitting on the couch, my lips lifted into a grin, immediately throwing the towel onto a drying rack and practically pouncing on her. She let out a small wheeze due to the impact, but her eyes softened once she saw that it was me.

"Done showering?" she signed, gazing at me with a fond smile. I nodded, getting up to sit next to her, my head comfortably resting upon one of her shoulders. The blackette placed a hand on my outside-facing cheek, gently patting it as I laced my fingers with her free hand.

When my fingers grazed over a rough patch, I visibly frowned and brought the scar up to my lips, kissing it gingerly. Amaya laughed silently, amused by the action. My eyes wandered to her exposed arms and legs, stripped of the usually skin-tight body suit and hefty armor. Instead, she was clad in a normal pair of shorts and a t-shirt that dipped in a v-neck.

I sighed, tracing all of the torn patches of skin that hadn't healed cleanly, sucking in a breath and nervously bit my bottom lip.

"Babe-" I hesitated, my dewy eyes looking up, meeting Amaya's compassionate ones. She said and signed nothing, just placing a hand on my head, patting down my hair as if to say that everything was alright. I looked back at the wounds once more, unrelentingly staring at them in displeasure.

"I wanna kick whoever gave you those." The blackette grinned, the happiness reaching her eyes, glimmering like soft pearls in her irises. She pinched my cheeks as I protested meekly, kind of enjoying the special treatment. I took her hand again, leaning her forwards so I could plant my lips on another, bigger gash that was drawn across her bicep. Feeling her tense up, I wrapped my arm around her waist, securing her in place.

Soon enough, Amaya just sat still as I meandered around, finding any scars that I could, and kissed them softly. My fingers grazed across her supple skin, half-lidded eyes flitting back and forth to see if there were any that I had missed. There was still one more, on her neck -- a little nick that extended into a thin line. Trying not to get too angry at the offender who gave her that, I just looked at it for a while.

Finally going in, my mouth landed right on the mark, Amaya's warm skin feeling temperate on my lips. She sharply inhaled, her head drawing backwards slowly. I hummed against her neck, leading a trail of kisses down to her collarbone, chuckling as I felt her heart rate increase. I pulled back, and saw over the red face my girlfriend adorned.

Giving her a final smooch, I allowed myself to melt into her arms, encased by the pair of strong limbs.

"You're so amazing," I murmured, slowly moving my hands to sign the words to her. Amaya let out a noiseless laugh, but the echoes reverberated in her chest, causing tingles to shoot up my back, goosebumps arising on my skin. Immediately, I sat up yet again with my eyebrows furrowed, clapping both of my hands on her cheeks.

"I love you! Amaya!" I shouted, not caring if anybody else heard me or not. She looked surprised for a moment, not expecting that reaction to come out of me. My face was on fire, a mad blush burning from the base of my neck up, flaring through my cheeks and the tip of my nose. Suddenly, Amaya grabbed the collar of my shirt and yanked it towards her, leaning in so our lips connected.

I let out a muffled gasp, but slowly relaxed and shifted so I was facing her, my two legs on either side of her body, folded up so that my knees touched the couch cushion behind her. Amaya's tongue slipped across my bottom lip, her hand lifting my chin up. With every panting breath I took, the world just seemed to disappear more and more as I got lost in her touch.

"Amaya," I mumbled, clutching her shoulder, one hand resting on her waist, "Amaya, Amaya." She only held me tighter, her body pressing up against mine, her hands moving to grab the sides of my thighs, gently digging her fingers into the flesh. I knew that she could feel my hard, heavy breaths as they fanned across her skin in large huffs.

It felt unreal, the sensations that she caused just by touching me, by holding me. I felt like I could never fall whenever she had me in her arms. She couldn't hear the small noises I was making when her fingers lingered too close to my waist, nearing the small of my back. Amaya smiled in the kiss as I felt her arms shift and her palms slide against my thighs.

"Mm- 'Maya," I groaned, a complete mess of affection, my hands wringing in protest. She only pressed forwards harder, yet her lips were so soft, so delicately placed on top of mine. The nirvana lasted for a few more minutes until we broke apart, panting softly. She took her hands off of my body and drew them to her chest.

"It pains me to not be able to hear your voice. Out of all the things I want, hearing you is something that I long for the most." Stifling a small cry, I laughed instead, peppering tiny butterfly kisses all across her cheeks. I looked at her, staring deeply into her rich hazel eyes, my vision slightly blurred from tears.

"I love you so much, Amaya." She seemed to recognize those very words that formed at my mouth, as her gorgeous features blossomed into a smile, one that I adored ever so dearly. Grabbing my hand, she squeezed it four times and gave me a peck on the nose.

I love you too.