Touchstarved

Content Warning: Minor spice scene 😳

The portal dumped them straight into Maya's apartment, and the girls landed in a tangled heap—arms, legs, and butts everywhere. Groans followed as they tried to untangle themselves, faces squished into someone's side or thigh, elbows jabbing into ribs. Trapped at the very bottom of the pile, a muffled voice yelled in frustration. 

That someone was Fey. 

She crawled her way out of the pile and pushed herself out by pressing her hands on Maya's cushioned side and Val's taut butt.

"I'm free!" Fey proclaimed, noticing a loud thud from behind her. 

Gripping her right leg, Fey flopped herself over and on her back. With her forearms on the ground, she propped herself up and blew the hair out of her face. 

She was about to ask whether those two were alright until she saw that they were more than alright.

What she witnessed was how Maya got pinned down underneath Val with their faces barely an inch away from one another. And not knowing where to hold on before she fell, Val did the most instinctive thing anyone in her position could or would.

Her hand fell right on Maya's bosom. 

Maya needed a moment to process this. 

In not even five minutes, her chest was groped at least twice. The first time with Fey was mildly embarrassing, but the second time with Val was something entirely else.

Seeing Val's hand on her chest and then looking her in the eyes, Maya's face heated up again. She didn't know what to say, how to react or where to put her thoughts as the blood shot upward, making her feel lightheaded.

Without a second thought in her head, Val's chilled hand gently cupped Maya's flushed face. Maya could feel Val's fresh, minty breath wash over her face. She shivered in excitement, her heart beating faster. 

"Girls, either get on with it or get up," commented Fey, struggling to heave herself up on a nearby stool. "I need a hand here myself, though not the touchy kind." 

Val blinked, her glowing white eyes dimmed slightly. She removed her hand from Maya's chest, making Maya feel withdrawn and longing to put it back on for some reason. They stood up with some help from each other. Val's hands remained on Maya's arms, keeping the proximity to her. 

"Girls?" 

"Coming!" Maya broke the moment and helped Fey up and onto the chair. "Are you alright?" she asked, totally in concern of Fey and not because she needed a breather.

"Could be better." Fey rubbed her pained wrist and scanned the place in confusion. "Where are we? Did we break into someone's apartment? And… why's there no bathroom door?" 

"We're at my apartment." Maya's reply was strained. Her expression grew darker. "The one your underling thrashed not long ago." 

"Ah, this is embarrassing." Fey sank into her chair and covered her face. "Sorry about that. I-I wasn't…" 

Maya put up a hand in front of her and shook her head. "We'll talk about that later. First, we need to discuss what we should do now." 

"Right." Fey dipped her head. "Before we do that, can I ask a favour?"

Maya narrowed her eyes on her. "Depends on the favour." 

Then she heard a grumble coming from her. Fey held her hands over her stomach and pulled her hood over her head to hide her red face. It was noon and Fey barely ate anything but breakfast. 

With a sigh and a grin tugged on her lips, Maya directed Fey to the bathroom. 

She washed the makeup off her face and inspected her tired expression in the mirror. Her sunken eyes told volumes how she needed some sleep. While Maya wasn't looking, Fey raided her fridge to make herself a salad from all the vegetables and ingredients Val compulsively bought to cook, but Maya disliked. 

Plopping herself down on the kitchen chair, Fey shrugged off her cloak and took a hearty bite. She glanced at Maya, who noticeably stared at her. "What? I ain't sharing. I'm ravenous and need the energy."

Maya grimaced at the salad. "Enjoy." 

She took a seat opposite of Fey, but couldn't help but keep staring between the salad and Fey's open neckline. Particularly at the open line in the middle of her chest. It was hard to look away. 

Maya covered her eyes, but peaked between the gaps of her fingers. "Could you do something about that, please?"

Fey followed Maya's line of sight. She couldn't hide the smirk from her flustered behaviour. "Why? Does it distract you?" 

"No, yeah, it does." Maya kept peeking. "Especially since I know you don't wear any… you know…" 

"I don't wear any underwear because it restricts my magic," Fey replied between bites, devouring her salad like a hungry herbivore. 

Maya raised a curious brow. She sipped on her freshly brewed coffee, courtesy to Val, and licked the cream from her lips. "Really?"

Fey chuckled. "I'm messing with you, silly. It's just more convenient that way. Don't you do that at home, too?"

"…I'd rather not answer that." Maya crossed her arms over her chest defensively. "For reasons."

Fey chuckled, noticing the two obvious reasons. "Fair enough—" The witch stopped talking when Val slammed her hands on the table. 

The Valkyrie had been quiet and reserved since they arrived, keeping herself in the background with a reclined look on her face and rubbing her strained arms. After all, she held back over a ton of dead Draugr meat from crushing them. 

Anyone else would feel their arms falling off after that sort of strain. 

Yet, Val picked up the seated Maya from behind, sat down in her chair, and placed Maya down on her lap. Her arms wrapped around her waist, and her head nestled right into her neck.

Fey dropped her fork. "What just happened?" 

"I- I don't know- AH!" Maya yelped when Val's hands suddenly began to wander over Maya's thighs before disappearing right under her shirt. 

"Seriously?" Fey chewed, unable to take her eyes off the show. "Right in front of my salad?"

"Your salad isn't important right now!" Maya shrieked. Her face reddened and overheated. 

Val's hands rested on Maya's belly, and her face rubbed against hers—almost like a large cat. Maya longed for those moments, but now she didn't know what to think of them as they happened so suddenly. And she didn't know whether she was comfortable or not at how Val's chilly hands touched all over Maya's still bloated and heated midsection. 

"What's wrong with her? She's usually not like this."

Fey took a forkful of salad. She chewed and watched, deep in thought. 

The Valkyrie's irises still glowed with an eerie white light. And so did her veins which pulsed faintly beneath her caramel-brown skin. They traced the outlines of pale, white scars covering parts of Val's arms. 

Are those rune tattoos? Fey wondered.

She did a double-check. 

Feint, very faint signs of tattoos or runes ran down Val's arms, but she couldn't decipher them. They were too blurry to make any sense of them.

Is that an aftereffect from the wisps? Delirium? What's up with her state?

Maya gently tried to push Val's arm away when it explored a bit too far into her shirt. She felt a flicker of relief when Val relented. But the relief was short lived when her hands boldly settled on Maya's rear. 

Her face flushed a deep crimson, and her stomach fluttered with a queasy mix of fluster and thrill. She couldn't bring herself to break free from Val's embrace—and truthfully, she didn't want to—but the sudden rush of affection was quickly becoming overwhelming.

"We can talk details in the morning." Fey stood up with her bowl in hand. "Your girlfriend here is getting a bit too handsy, and you seem too excited to concentrate."

"I-I'm not at fault here," Maya cried meekly as she tried to keep Val's hands at bay, but her resistance was growing weaker. It almost shattered when Val breathed into her ear, and Maya squeaked, "Val, please stop. I need to stand up."

To their surprise, the Valkyrie actually stopped, but she looked awfully disappointed by it. As if the break of touch hurt her heart. Maya extracted herself from Val and wobbled on her two unsteady feet. 

Her face looked dizzy, and redder than a tomato on a farmer's market. 

"You can sleep on Val's bed settee," huffed Maya. "I doubt she'll leave me alone tonight." 

Fey cackled, "No doubt there." Then Fey looked down, twiddling with her thumbs. "Is it really okay for me to stay tonight?" 

Maya nodded hesitantly. "I think so… if you promise not to do anything." 

"Thank you." Fey smiled, unable to hide how happy she was. Then the Witch grinned. "I'd like to implore my guest rights to stay at your humble abode."

"Sure… whatever that means." Maya shrugged, and dragged the delirious Valkyrie into her room. "Come Val, let's get you to bed."

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Content Warning: Still more spice 😳

(and body dysphoria… sorry)

Maya carefully closed the door of her room behind her. She didn't turn around just yet, knowing that Val was there and looking at her back with a starry expression in her eyes. First, she had to gather her strength as she still felt the sensation of Val's touch all over her skin. 

Not an unpleasant one. Just still unfamiliar. 

"I think we better head to bed and sleep." She turned around and felt her breath pause as Val's blonde hair was undone and rested on her shoulders. Just as Maya feared, Val still looked like she was beyond the stars. 

Just sleeping, Maya coughed, and definitely nothing else!

"Maya?" Val looked her way. Her blond hair danced over her collarbone, and one of her bra straps slid down her shoulder.

Maya fanned her face and gulped. Nope, I need a quick breather.

She snatched her nightgown from the drawer and fled her bedroom. But her breath faltered on the other woman in the room.

"What?" asked Fey, lying in bed and scrolling through her phone—naked, almost. 

Maya's face cooled down slightly. She took a breath. "Why am I not surprised about this?" 

"Hey, I have my lower parts covered. I like those fuzzy pyjama pants." Fey tugged at the pants amusingly.

"But I still see your breasts— you know what, nope, I'm not dealing with this tonight. I need to get dressed and sleep." 

Fey raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you change inside?" 

Maya rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips. "Because Val is there. I can't change in front of her." 

Also, my heart will literally explode if I don't calm down first!

"Why?" Fey laughed. "We're all women here. Or are you secretly a man?" 

"Do I look like one?" Maya motioned over her body from head to toe, pointing out she was more woman than she sometimes wished to show. "I just don't want to do it in front of her. Especially when she's like this." 

"What are you embarrassed about?" Fey put down her phone on her chest and propped herself up. "You are attractive, candy to the eye. And she's very into you." 

Maya blushed at the comment, thought quickly furrowed her brows. Rubbing her arms, she disliked how her fingers dug into her skin. "I-I'm not…" she sighed, "I'll get myself dressed." 

Fey watched Maya leave, then reenter in her maroon nightgown. It hung on her frame and pronounced her prevalent features, like her opulent neckline and velvet legs, though Maya felt overly cautious of them.

"Please, don't look at me like this," said Maya, tentatively brushing the sides of her nightgown. She didn't like how it hugged her frame today. 

"Why?" repeated Fey. "You look downright captivating. If she doesn't see it, well, then she doesn't deserve you." 

"It's not like that," said Maya. She held her stomach underneath her gown and frowned. She couldn't help but grimace at the feeling. "I gained some weight. I can feel it." 

"Weight doesn't equal beauty," reminded Fey, relaxing on her mountains of pillows, feeling awfully more relaxed after the kind of day they had. "Beauty is subjective. Everyone has a different opinion about it." 

Fey gestured at herself with a dramatic flair. She was tall and lean, all long limbs and sharp lines, with long and wild brown curls tumbling down her back. Her chest was modest and her shoulders wide. They carried her overflowing confidence with ease—and her rear, soft yet firm. The kind you didn't easily forget. 

Not if you were Maya, anyway.

"Some would say I'm their perfect type," she said. "Others would say I'm ugly, tall and way too thin. Some would say I got nothing on my bones and complain my chest is too small." She brushed over her chest as if she flung away those comments like specks of dirt that landed on her. "Those people don't deserve our attention. All they deserve is to scroll dating apps for all eternity." 

"I find myself attractive. Screw those losers who say otherwise. But," Fey pulled up her pant leg. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. Except, it was her bad leg. "I dislike my leg." 

Fey paused, stifling a heavy sigh and flopped back into her pillows. "It's my most unattractive feature. We all have something we don't like about ourselves. It's normal, but try not to pay much attention to it. Be your beautiful self." 

"Yeah, but I'm fat," Maya bawled. "It's not attractive. No one wants a person with so much on them. I hate my body…" 

Fey groaned in frustration. "Listen to me gurl, you're not!" Fey couldn't stop the frustration slipping by her lips. But tried to contain it. "You're curvy. You're chubby. You're voluptuous!" She gesticulated wildly. Maya's face grew red from all the adjectives Fey threw at her. "So what if you have a bit more on you? You look gosh darn good! I swear, I'd kill for your skin or your hair. You should use your thighs and suffocate that little voice that tells you: 'You're not good enough'!" 

"If only it's that easy." Maya sighed. 

She dejectedly walked to the door of her room. Even if Fey was right. Even if everything she said was true and meant to make her feel better. Today, Maya couldn't accept those compliments.

"Good night, Fey. See you tomorrow." 

Maya's breath hitched once again when she reentered the bedroom. 

Val stood in a pair of long, plaited pyjama pants and an oversized green t-shirt that hung loosely over her buxom chest, the fabric draping like a curtain and revealing the line of her toned midriff. Her lean arms and muscular thighs tensed with subtle strength as she steepled her fingers in front of her. A stray blond lock slipped loose from a lazy braid, and she tucked it behind her ear with a casual grace.

Then her glowing white eyes found Maya. She smiled.

"Mayaaaa," Val drawled, taking a slow step forward. "I was. Waiting. For. You—"

"Good night." Maya interrupted her promptly, brushing herself past the inviting Valkyrie. Maya tugged the duvet over her body. "Please stay at your side of the bed." 

She promptly closed her eyes to sleep, trying to ignore Val and the feelings the Valkyrie gave her.

Don't think about her, don't think about her, Maya repeated continuously.

She distracted herself with counting sheep to shut off any hot thoughts she had on the Valkyrie. As much as she liked the touch and Val's appearance, she knew it was just her being delirious and Maya feeling desperate for attention. 

And Maya was desperate for the kind of attention Val gave her. 

Don't think about her, or the fact of how unattractive you must seem to her—

Maya felt a rustling from behind her. The mattress dipped slightly from the weight of two people on it, but Maya shut it off. She was hard at work counting sheep or whatever animal helped her to fall asleep.

One sheep, two sheep, three sheep—Wolf!

"Mayaaaa." Val breathed into her and crawled under their shared duvet. 

The Valkyrie couldn't stop herself from hugging Maya from behind, pressing her chest against her back and making Maya's mind go blank. Val's hands wandered again, over Maya's leg, her thigh, her hip, and then up her back. One arm settled around Maya's chest and the other over her stomach, hugging them. 

"Val, please." Maya squirmed under the touch. She couldn't deny the fact she liked it, but Maya felt confused by the touch she received on her abdomen—the part of which she was most conscious about.

The strong arms made her feel secure, grounded in place. Her cool hands were like a cooling pack that helped keep the temperature down, helping her relax. But it did little to stop the grumbling in her stomach. From the binge and allotted stress. 

Her back started to sweat. She squirmed even more from how much attention Val put on her stomach as Val's head purred against Maya's ear like a cat.

"Val, please," Maya desperately. She twisted around to put her hands between her and Val. "Could you stop please?"

Val's eyes dimmed. Pain crossed her brow. "Why?" she asked, her hands shivering above Maya's waist. "Do you not. Find me. Attractive? Am I. Unseemly?"

"You? Please," Maya averted her gaze, holding Val's hands. "You're not the problem. I am."

"How?" Val laced her fingers around Maya's. "Please. Tell me. I want to. Understand." 

"N-no, I don't want to." Maya shook her head. She placed her hands on Val's arms, trying to prevent their hips and abdomen from touching. "I-I doubt you'll even remember when I tell you. You're not you at the moment."

"Not. Me?" Val's eyes flickered wildly. "But I. Like. You." Val pulled Maya closer, hugging her tightly and burying her face into her neckline. Her chilly breath shuddered against Maya's warm skin. "This is me. I think. It feels like. My heart is. Racing. Too fast. My mind. Can't. Catch up." Val rested her forehead against Maya's. "Please. Look at me."

Maya looked up into Val's eyes. They have changed back to what Maya was used to, a beautiful orange-amber light. However, they looked hurt with longing, almost like Maya's. 

"I don't know. Why I feel. This way. But I don't want. To be. Without. You. I'd feel. Alone."

Unexpectedly for the strong Valkyrie, Maya watched her bury her face into Maya's bosom, entangling her leg around hers and pulling her even closer. This time, Maya didn't fight back. 

"I don't know why. But could we. At least. Stay like this?"

Maya returned the embrace, rubbing the back of the suddenly very sensitive Valkyrie. She didn't mind when Val pulled her even closer. She didn't want to admit it, but Maya could also use a heartfelt hug like this.