heheheheheheh yes.
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Karlach:
Karlach and you had shared many passionate nights together, but this morning was different. As you tried to get out of bed, your legs felt like jelly, barely able to support your weight. Karlach, still laying beside you, propped herself up on one elbow and watched with a mixture of amusem*nt and concern.
You attempted to stand, but your knees buckled, causing you to collapse back onto the bed with an undignified grunt. Karlach couldn't hold it in any longer—she burst out laughing, a sound that echoed through the room like joyful thunder. Her laughter was infectious, and soon you found yourself chuckling too, despite your frustration.
"Care to explain why my legs feel like they've turned to jelly?" you managed to say between giggles. Karlach wiped tears of mirth from her eyes, still breathless from laughing.
"I guess I may have… overexerted you a bit last night," she replied with a mischievous grin. You tried to glare at her playfully, but it was hard to maintain any semblance of seriousness when she looked at you like that.
"You could say that," you admitted, your lips twitching into a smile despite yourself. Still chuckling, Karlach scooted closer to you and ran a hand gently over your thigh.
"Let me help you up," she offered, her voice laced with affection.
With her support, you managed to sit up on the edge of the bed, though your legs still felt wobbly beneath you. Karlach steadied you with a hand on your back, her touch warm and reassuring.
"I swear," you teased, leaning against her for support, "you're trying to cripple me."
Karlach laughed again, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "I can't help it if you can't handle a night with me," she teased back, her eyes sparkling with mirth.
You rolled your eyes playfully, unable to resist her infectious energy. Despite the slight discomfort in your muscles, you couldn't deny that the laughter and banter with Karlach made everything feel lighter.
"Alright, alright," you conceded, finally able to stand with Karlach's help. "But next time, go easy on me, alright?"
Karlach chuckled softly, wrapping her arms around you in a tender embrace.
"I make no promises," she whispered, her lips brushing against your ear. You laughed softly, feeling the lingering ache in your muscles but also the warmth of Karlach's affection surrounding you.
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Minthara:
Minthara was known for her assertiveness and confidence, qualities that often extended to every facet of her life, including moments of intimacy. After a particularly passionate night with her, you woke up feeling utterly drained, your legs refusing to cooperate as you attempted to rise from the bed.
Groaning softly, you tried to gather your strength, but each attempt to stand was met with a sharp pang of protest from your muscles. Minthara, lying next to you with a smug grin on her face, watched the spectacle with amusem*nt, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"You look like you've been thoroughly ravished," she remarked casually, sitting up to get a better view. You shot her a playful glare, though the effort only made your muscles ache even more.
"And whose fault is that?" you retorted, trying to mask the amusem*nt in your voice.
Minthara chuckled throatily, stretching languidly in the bed. "Oh, I plead guilty to that," she replied, her voice low and sultry. You attempted to stand again, but your legs trembled beneath you, threatening to give out completely. You tried a few more times, trying to ignore Minthara watching you, waiting for you to ask for help, and eventually you did.
"I think I might need a little help here," you admitted reluctantly, hoping Minthara would lend you a hand. To your surprise, Minthara merely raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips.
"Oh, do you now?" she teased, making no move to assist you. You huffed in mock annoyance, though secretly enjoying the banter.
"Yes, I do," you replied, giving her a pointed look. She chuckled softly, shaking her head as if amused by your stubbornness.
"Very well," she relented finally, pushing herself up to sit beside you. "Come here then."
You shifted closer to Minthara, expecting her to help you up. Instead, she surprised you by slipping her arms around your waist and effortlessly lifting you off the bed. You let out a surprised yelp, instinctively wrapping your arms around her neck for support. Minthara held you securely against her, her strength evident as she effortlessly carried you across the room.
"Stubborn," she murmured teasingly, pressing a playful kiss to your temple.
You couldn't help but chuckle softly, the closeness between you and Minthara adding a warmth to your cheeks that had little to do with the lingering soreness in your muscles.
"I was just trying to prove a point," you admitted sheepishly, relaxing into her embrace.
Minthara chuckled again, her voice low and husky. "And what point might that be?" she asked, her tone playful yet tinged with affection.
"That even after a night like that," you replied with a grin, "I can still hold my own."
She laughed softly, carrying you with ease as she made her way towards the bathing chamber. "Oh, I have no doubt about that," she murmured, her words laced with admiration.
As Minthara gently lowered you into the warm bathwater, her touch gentle yet possessive, you couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for her strength and for the way she effortlessly supported you—both physically and emotionally. In that moment, as you relaxed into her care, you knew that despite her teasing and playful demeanor, Minthara would always be there to lift you up when you needed her the most.
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Lae'zel:
Lae'zel stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed over her chest, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips. You lay sprawled across the mattress, legs tangled in the sheets, trying to gather your bearings after a night of passionate lovemaking with your fiery Githyanki girlfriend.
"You look pleased with yourself," you remarked, attempting to sit up but wincing as a sharp twinge shot through your legs.
Lae'zel's smirk widened into a grin. "As well I should be. Finally, I have managed to render you incapable of standing straight. It seems I have bested you in more ways than one, weakling."
You chuckled weakly, propping yourself up on your elbows. "I wouldn't call this being bested. It's just… temporary incapacitation."
She strode closer to the bed, her grin turning smug. "Temporary, perhaps. But it proves my prowess."
You couldn't help but admire her confidence, even as you struggled to push yourself into a sitting position. "Alright, alright," you conceded, trying to hide the grin tugging at your lips. "You win this round."
"I always win," she replied matter-of-factly, reaching out to gently help you sit up. You leaned back against the headboard, wincing slightly at the soreness in your muscles.
"I didn't realize this was a competition," you teased, glancing up at her.
Lae'zel's expression softened for a moment before her usual bravado returned. "Everything with you is a competition. I intend to be the best at everything, including… this."
She gestured vaguely toward the tangled sheets, her cheeks coloring slightly despite her attempt to appear nonchalant. You couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for her, admiring her determination and the vulnerability she rarely showed.
"Well, congratulations," you said sincerely, reaching out to take her hand. "You've definitely left an impression."
Lae'zel scoffed lightly but didn't pull her hand away, her fingers intertwining with yours.
"It's about time you acknowledged my prowess," she muttered, a hint of satisfaction in her voice.
You chuckled softly, squeezing her hand. "I never doubted it for a moment."
She huffed, trying to maintain her tough exterior, but a small smile played on her lips. "Good. Now rest. You'll need your strength for the next round."
You nodded, leaning your head back against the pillow with a smile. "Looking forward to it."
As you settled back into the comfortable silence of the room, you couldn't help but feel a deep sense of contentment. Despite Lae'zel's competitive nature and your playful banter, there was an undeniable connection between you.
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Shadowheart:
Shadowheart lounged against the headboard of the bed, her expression a mix of satisfaction and amusem*nt as she watched you attempt to navigate across the room. After a particularly intense night together, your legs felt like jelly, and every step sent a jolt of pleasant soreness through your muscles.
She raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Having trouble there, lover?"
You shot her a playful glare as you hobbled towards the dresser, trying to ignore the tingling sensation in your legs.
"Oh, hush," you retorted, feigning nonchalance. "It's nothing."
Shadowheart chuckled softly, her eyes following your movements with a mix of amusem*nt and affection. "Nothing, hmm? You seem to be moving rather gingerly."
You sighed dramatically, turning to face her with a mock scowl. "Well, maybe if someone hadn't been so… enthusiastic last night," you teased, grabbing a pillow from the bed and lobbing it in her direction. She deftly dodged the pillow, laughing as it landed harmlessly on the floor beside her.
"Enthusiastic?" she echoed, her smirk widening. "I believe you were equally enthusiastic, if I recall correctly."
You couldn't help but laugh at her teasing. "Fair point," you admitted, reaching for another pillow and throwing it at her. "But you could at least show some sympathy."
Shadowheart caught the pillow this time, holding it in her lap as she leaned forward slightly, her gaze softening.
"Oh, my love," she said, her voice gentler now. "I do sympathize. But I also find it rather amusing."
You groaned playfully, grabbing a nearby cushion and chucking it at her with more force than intended. It hit her shoulder, causing her to laugh and shake her head.
"Alright, alright," she relented, setting the pillows aside and standing up. "Come here."
You hesitated for a moment, knowing she was enjoying this far too much. But the genuine concern in her eyes softened your resolve. Slowly, you made your way back towards the bed, her arms opening to welcome you into a comforting embrace.
"Next time," Shadowheart murmured as she helped you settle against her, "we'll take it a bit easier, hmm?"
You nodded, resting your head against her shoulder, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. "Deal," you agreed softly. "But it was worth it."
She chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Absolutely," she replied, her arms tightening around you. "Now, let's get you comfortable."
As she eased you back onto the bed, arranging the pillows to support your tired muscles, you couldn't help but smile. Despite her teasing, Shadowheart's caring gestures spoke volumes about her love and concern for you.
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Jaheira:
The previous night had been one of passion and intimacy, leaving your muscles pleasantly sore and your movements slightly unsteady. You got up to fetch some water, feeling Jaheria's eyes on your slightly staggering form.
"You seem to be moving rather tentatively, my dear," Jaheira remarked with a hint of amusem*nt in her voice. You turned to face her, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks at her teasing tone.
"I'm fine," you replied, trying to maintain a sense of composure despite the embarrassment of your unsteady gait. "It's nothing, truly, just a bit sore, that's all."
Jaheira chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with affection. "That's all, hmm?" she echoed, her smile growing wider. "I must say, it's been quite some time since I've left my mark so thoroughly."
You couldn't help but laugh at her playful pride. "I suppose you still have it," you admitted with a grin, trying to mask your own amusem*nt.
"Indeed," Jaheira replied, her voice taking on a mockingly serious tone. "It's good to know that my skills are not diminished, in my ancient age."
"Well, I appreciate your… dedication" you replied, slowly making your way back to the bed where she sat. Jaheira's expression softened, her teasing demeanor giving way to genuine concern as she watched you carefully.
"Are you in pain?" she asked softly, reaching out to gently guide you to sit beside her. You nodded, grateful for her concern despite your embarrassment.
"A bit," you admitted, letting out a small sigh as you settled onto the bed beside her.
"Let me help," Jaheira offered, her hands gentle as she began to massage your sore muscles. Her touch was soothing, easing the tension and soreness as you relaxed against her.
"Thank you," you murmured gratefully, leaning into her touch. Jaheira smiled warmly, her fingers working skillfully over your tense muscles.
"You're welcome, my dear," she replied softly. "I'm glad to be of service." As she continued to massage your muscles and as you leaned back against her, feeling the tension melting away under her skilled touch.
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`I love writing silly fluffy ones like this lmao, hope you all enjoyed it ! - Seluney xox
