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If there was one thing Acheron was known for, it was that she was undoubtedly a purposeful woman. Never in your life had you met someone so forthright, intent ingrained in every footstep she took. You knew that, if you were to comment on that point aloud, you’d likely be met with a buzz of agreement from whomever you shared company with.
Still, you in particular were well acquainted with this silent dedication Acheron breathed day in and day out. It blanketed over her heart and drove pegs in her soul that, in turn, presented itself in the most unassuming, random of ways—but they were never simply one or the other.
Not when she’d instinctively put herself between you and the road, nor when she’d leave your favourite snacks in the cabinet without having asked at all, nor when she’d discreetly order herself a drink you preferred when you tried another she knew you’d dislike.
There was meaning there, and it was impossible to ignore.
Just like now.
Acheron sat idly on the couch in a lazy sprawl, arms laid along the backrest of the couch, looking more comfortable than the plush furniture beneath her.
She sat relaxed in a way that no one else was fortunate enough to witness. You soaked up the sight like a sponge did water, eyes catching on her closed ones before slipping down to her loosened shoulders and the slow rise and fall of her chest. Her posture was entirely liquid in what you supposed to be an effort to pull you in with its tide until you settled yourself over her thighs.
This was a trick.
You knew that.
You stood silently nearby, shifting your weight between either of your legs as suspicion burned through every fibre of your being, holding you back before you did something you’d regret.
Because, yes, something so innocuous as kicking back to relax was something to tread lightly around with Acheron, and you weren’t going to be so foolish as to pass this off as something casual.
Right now, Acheron was tricking you.
And, as always, she succeeded as your feet dragged themselves towards her.
“You’re doing this on purpose,” you commented, in front of Acheron in a moment's breath before climbing onto her lap.
Underneath the weight of your body, her warmth seeped in and curled around your bones in an embrace she hadn’t yet bothered to initiate, instead simply watching the way you settled on top of her like it was her favourite sight in every galaxy she had passed through.
It probably was, judging by the twinkle in her eye at your disgruntled frown.
It definitely was, you decided, when her hands found your knees that bracketed her hips in a snug press, bodies moulded together.
Calluses adorned her palms like quiet badges of honour. They dragged indulgently up your thighs with a slight scratch that you could feel even where her hands did not pass.
Not without raising goosebumps on your skin, Acheron’s hands stopped at your hips with a gentle squeeze before she cocked her head to the side.
“Doing what, exactly?” She questioned, tone frustratingly even as it washed over you.
Still, Acheron’s innocent act stopped with her words alone.
She pressed further backwards against the couch, catching you entirely in her vision before she slid her eyes over your perched form. You jostled slightly at the movement, right hand finding her shoulder for balance as Acheron’s hips shifted forward and settled in their new position.
As always, Acheron appreciated you with open admiration. Only this time did her satisfaction act as the world's most annoying crown of success to her scheme—"annoying" being your choice word in place of addressing the growing heat in your face at her ogling.
It felt like even more of a concession to admit your fluster, but Acheron didn’t need one at all with the way your thighs tensed around hers as your posture straightened up. She couldn’t help but push the line of your embarrassment the smallest bit more.
“Tell me, baby,” Acheron urged with another squeeze to your hips, and you nearly scowled at her for playing dirty if not for the swirling in your stomach.
Her tone softened like silk as it toed just short of being a coo. It was the same voice she used whenever she sought to spoil you, and you bristled further when you realized that she’d successfully Pavlov'd you into melting at its sound.
With a click of your teeth, you huffed to yourself.
Acheron had got you entirely: sitting on her lap with your original words of complaint caught in your throat and intercepted by your other wants and desires standing in their place at the tip of your tongue.
“You know,” you insisted in a grumble.
Her mouth only curved upwards as you slumped petulantly, helpless in containing her amusement when it came to you.
Not that she ever would. That much was clear when she yanked you flush against her, leaving you seated in the cradle of her legs.
A breathless chuckle sounded from Acheron as her fingers drew circles into your hips. You recognized it as her usual indicator of giving in, and really, she couldn’t help it. She was too soft for you, too malleable. Quick to bend her teasing into something easier for you to settle into.
“Perhaps,” she intoned, blinking slowly as if she couldn’t bear to miss one second of seeing you. Her lips pursed in feigned consideration.
“Perhaps,” you echoed unbelievingly. Still, you shuffled impossibly closer into her embrace as her right hand rose to rest on the curve of your ass.
Like clockwork, Acheron watched you again in a silent fondness. You reciprocated through the reach of your hand, tucking the violet swoop of hair behind her ear to reveal both of her eyes. You didn’t think to pull your hand back to her shoulder, not when she leaned into the slight touch and smiled at your own breath of affection.
“If you’re going to lure me into your lap, you might as well kiss me while I’m here,” you posed, looking away coyly with a turn of your cheek. Her eyes practically pressed along the line of your jaw as she stared.
“Of course,” Acheron agreed readily. Her left hand moved next, fingers tracing up your spine before stopping at the back of your neck. “I’d be a fool not to.”
She pulled you in as if she were too impatient for the time it took of her leaning in alone, capturing your lips in a slow, languid lock of hers. Her right hand, still splayed on your ass, gave a squeeze that matched the one in your heart as you kissed her back just as carefully.
Desperation presented itself in every movement of her mouth against yours and paw against your body. You sounded a hum against Acheron’s lips, buzzing between you and knocking her into a shiver before she pressed you impossibly closer with a fond sigh.
There, however, was no apparent rush.
You melted into her like molasses, warm as the sun and soft as a cloud. Her hands dragged and felt with no understatement, and you could feel the beat of her chest against yours.
Your mouths parted, but Acheron didn’t keep hers off of you for long. She met your jaw first, before crawling her lips up to the apples of your cheeks in a tickle and finishing at the flat of your temple, like you were one yourself.
When she kissed you like this and worshipped you like this, "shy" couldn’t suffice as a descriptor for the swirl of your stomach and the prickle of your skin. No matter how often she littered your skin with adoration in its purest of forms, you couldn’t get used to it.
Instead, you opted to duck your head into a shoulder with a heartless laugh, avoidant and bashful. It eased none of the nerves that Acheron rattled into you with each brush of her lips that instead sought your neck in a featherlight tickle.
Acheron’s heart swelled, too weak to sustain the endearing crush of your display. Her chest grew tight and her head spun dizzily at how much she felt in a single moment. It overtook her, empowering her to kiss up to her ear with a nibble and a gentle murmur.
“Where are you hiding off to?” She questioned, arms curling around you and jailing you against her.
Your lips couldn’t even part before she shifted and turned, laying you down against the couch as she crawled halfway over you. A knee slotted between your thighs as Acheron kissed back down the path of your jaw to the pillow of your lips.
“Mm,” your efforts to speak resulted in a muffle under her kiss. You dropped your head back against the couch to get a word in. “Nowhere in particular.”
Your arms curled similarly to hers, wrapping around Acheron as your hands settled flat against the planes of her back. She laughed against you then, breath fanning over you as the iron muscle beneath her skin vibrated in her amusement.
Acheron’s huffs of enjoyment ended with her mouth finding skin again, peppering kisses along the expanse. She stippled marks of affection along the skin of your cheeks, eventually falling their way to the curve of your collarbones, to which Acheron mouthed greedily.
You delighted yourself at the rigid line of Acheron that meets you as you arched up into her, poorly masking a whimper with another quiet laugh.
“Don’t be shy, baby,” she muttered, licking a gentle bite she carved. Torturous.
“R—really?”
Your attempt at exasperation was nothing more than a weakened, breathy question. It heated you up right along with Acheron’s kisses.
“Because it seems like you’re enjoying—” Another whimper knocked out of you, cutting you short with the sweetest song Acheron could image. It took a couple seconds of regaining composure and Acheron’s sly enjoyment before you could continue. “—It.”
“Guilty as charged,” she hummed, smiling right into the words.
Acheron pulled herself up then, detaching herself from your neck with a final suck that had your hips squirming. Her eyes locked onto yours like they were trained to intrinsically, and no matter how much your brain sputtered, you couldn’t look away.
She moves up to look at you, her gaze as soft as yours in the reflection of her eyes.
Acheron trapped you there beneath her on the couch, but you can’t seem to mind, not when you pull her down for another kiss of your own.