Loid and Yor
Most days, it was easy to come home from a mission and sink right into the role of being Loid Forger’s wife, but today it took all of her strength just to bring her hand up and open the door. The hall to the room was silent. Ominously silent, yet she was thankful for the silence as her head felt like it could pop at any moment. The aches of her body had come from the mission, she knew that, but the aches everywhere else had seemed to build over days. Stress from the daily life, of Anya’s schooling and Yor’s own private affairs, had piled on until it seemed to crack her foundation this night. It didn’t help that the mission had quickly gone sour. She was normally clean and quick, able to get in and out before she would ever have been noticed.
But there had been a tip off and she found that they were much more prepared for her than she had wanted, which put more lives to waste than she had wanted. She had taken the time afterwards to clean up the area and herself as per request of her higher-ups, but she could still feel the blood on her hands. If she looked, there might be traces under her nails she failed to scrub out. Or maybe she was imagining it.
When she pushed open the door she was pleasantly surprised to find that Loid was not only awake despite the later hour and he was, at a glance, waiting for her. He was seated on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, and a book spread out on his lap. When he heard the door opening, he looked up and loose bangs fell into his gaze. His smile was warm and welcoming, something he had been working on since they had decided to try and explore more intimate aspects of their relationship. Something neither had expected to explore considering how the situation had come to be.
“I almost started to worry you wouldn’t be back until mid-, are you okay?”He was rising before he finished speaking, book forgotten at his side as he was quickly walking towards her. It could have been how she winced when she kicked off her shoes, or the look of relief when she was able to brace against the door and relax just for a moment. His hand was coming up to touch her, but he paused. Loid waited until Yor looked up at him and smiled in return.
“Tired.” He frowned. “Exhausted, I think. It was a long day.” She didn’t need to go into details, or explain what made it so exhausting, not for Loid to bring his hands carefully to her to bring her to brace her weight against him instead.
“Would a bath make up for it?” He offered. Yor instinctively brought her hands up to shush him away, cheeks already trying to turn pink. “It’ll help you relax.” Despite how the flush tried to spread, she relented with a nod after a moment.
Loid broke from the embrace with a brief kiss to her forehead to move to their shared bathroom, presumably to set the water and prepare the bath for her. Yor went to their room instead to undress. Yor normally would not be so bold, not to risk Anya walking in on her at the wrong time, but Anya wasn’t home that night. On an overnight school trip for the weekend, which would keep her until Sunday at lunch, giving her and Loid a silent home to relax in. Undressing took more strength than she had to spare, which drew out the process long enough that Loid would come to check on her. She was moving to gather fresh clothes for after the bath when he held up a hand.
“Bath, dressing can wait. There’s no rush, tonight.” She would have suspected other motives, but he wasn’t focused on her nudity. He was focused on her care, a hand taking her own to guide her out of the room. The beginning of their intimate relationship had started after many weeks of back and forth, of on and off again tension that neither knew how to handle properly. When the intimacy began, it was a rocky start. Neither knew exactly how to initiate or start it, not to mention having a child in the home made such an act a hard one to properly complete. It would take until Anya was out at a friend’s home for the day before they had a proper chance to explore it together, which spiraled them into a new world of affection that wasn’t opened up before. That intimacy had only continued to grow and show in new ways.
She allowed Loid to lead her to the bathroom with bumps ghosting her skin at the chilly air of their home. It was broken up when they approached the bathroom, steam already having gathered and thickening the air when Loid opened the door. It was been filled to the peek, bubbles visible on the surface of the water. It smelled like the soap that she had indulged in and bought one day when she was out, which she could assume the bubbles were involved with that. Loid pulled her forward by her hand and guided her in, one foot at a time. The heat traced patterns up her legs, to her hips, and to her chest and shoulders as she settled in slowly, his hand never leaving her’s until she was seated.
“Are you joining me?” She asked it. It didn’t come out as heated as it could have, more a squeak considering the suggestions of such a thing. But Loid shook his hand.
“I’m going to take care of you.” He rolled up his sleeves before she could question it and set to work caring for her.
Yor never got a word in the entire bathing process. His hands cupped water to bring up to her hair, urging her head back to dip it into the water to dampen it. His fingers worked through it, nudging out the knots along the length of the hair. The shampoo was worked through with his fingers as well, nails scratching along her scalp. Her sighs were reward for the work he put in, bracing his knees against the outside of the tub when he dipped his hands and fought to find the bar of soap to work across her body.
“You don’t have to do that.” She tried to argue, but it was loose. A whisper that put up little fight other than an embarrassed sound when he began to rub the soap across her neck. It trailed to the back, then to her shoulders, then to her chest in circular, rotating motions to properly lather her skin. Bubbles began to decorate her skin in patches, being shuffled around by his broad palm. Yor let her eyes close when his hand approached her breasts, his touch surprisingly careful when he washed along them. As though he was careful of what his touch could mean or do.
His hand dipped into the water to bring one leg up, the other balancing the soapy bar to drag it across her thigh, knee, and calf. His focus on her foot brought a gasp out, one of shock and tension. She could feel when his gaze jerked to her face at the noise.
“Sore here?”
“Very.”
“I’ll work it out after the bath.” She blinked at him.
“Oh, Loid, you don’t have to do that.” It was a feeble argument, one that he would win as he simply ignored her words. He treated her other leg the same, lathering it up before letting it sink under the water to rinse. Then he was abandoning the bar of soap and focusing back on her hair, tilting her head back to rinse not just it but her neck and shoulders too. Each wave of water washed the soap from her skin until it was bare. The entire time his hands were on her, washing and rinsing, she just kept her eyes closed. Only in intervals would she open them to watch the face he would make as he touched her. It was the face he made when he was focused on something, sometimes one she would see when he was tying Anya’s shoe or cooking them breakfast. One of pure focus on the task at hand. The conditioner was next and he took his time making sure to stroke it through her long strands carefully.
Then, he was pouring a liquid soap in his hands to lather her skin with. It was more for the scent of spice in it than actually cleaning her, but that smell had her sighing into the air none the less. A beautiful flush had started to settle over her body, both from Loid’s touch and the heat of the water finally setting in. He worked in silence and she was thankful, for that let her once budding headache shrivel away until there was only a faint, lingering ache still implanted. He rinsed her body before he would work the conditioner out of her hair, wringing it out when he was done before he was reclining on the side of the tub. He watched how she relaxed for several more minutes until she realized he had stopped touching her, instead drifting his fingertips along the water’s surface nearest her left knee.
“Oh, are you waiting on me?” She asked it in a dazed voice, as though she had been on the edge of sleeping if she hadn’t jolted awake. He smiled into his arm.
“Take your time. I’m content here.” Yor’s eyes closed once more.
It would take several minutes before she was ready to get out. Loid was waiting with a towel to dry her, wrapping one around her and bringing another to pat through her hair. It would be the driest he could get it without bringing out other methods, though he didn’t wish to keep her standing for much longer. He guided her still wrapped in her towel to the bedroom, shutting the door behind them before he would urge her to lay the towel out on the bed. She embraced it when he guided her to rest on it, his hands brushing long her back.
She gasped.
“O-oh, you don’t.” But a noise of tension being broken apart somewhere fell from her mouth, edging far too close to a moan. Embarrassment had her lighting up even after she had left the bath, that flush chasing over her shoulders to the marks his hands started to work on. Loid was a strong man, one who could fight the tension carrying knots that had settled into her muscles. But he didn’t start on her back. He rubbed at spots for the moment, but he was parting from her to kneel closer to where her feet were resting, propping them up on his thighs. She turned her head to look back at him, but she could only squeak when his fingers set to work. He started around her toes, for whatever reason, despite knowing how sensitive they were and how it kicked Yor into a small fit of giggles she tried to mask. Maybe it was for his own amusement he did it, watching how she tried to wiggle free for a minute before he relented and set to focusing his thumbs on the rest of her foot. He traced the arch down to the heel in swiping, slow movements that worked the tension he felt out. It took several swipes before he watched how her leg was relaxing from where she had clenched, toes uncurling and sighing into the towel.
“Those were bothering me for hours.” She sounded amazed when she spoke, like she hadn’t expected him to work out the tension as well as he did. One foot down, he turned to focus on the other and drew a gasp turned into a groan when he found one particular sore spot.
“I can tell. I can only imagine how tense the rest of you is.” A glance was spared before he worked away from her feet and slowly up her legs. Gradually. He focused on her calves and trailed his touches to her thighs, putting more weight behind his movements once he got there. Hesitation took hold only for a moment when he came across her ass, hands hovering before he set to rubbing them not as harshly over each cheek. It was a brushing touch, one to make Yor’s head briefly lift and turn to watch for a sign of his intentions. But before he caught her gaze his hands were already to her back, where the real work started.
The knots in her back felt like a minefield, strategically placed through out the different muscle groups located through out. He took time to work through one, only to find two more appearing in the area. For each knot he forced out with a mix of palm and knuckle, more appeared. Smaller in size, granted, but they continued to appear and disappear with gasps, grunts, and moans he pulled from his wife.
His wife. A funny thought that was for him still, even after how much time had passed on this mission. His hands brushed up to her shoulders and he pushed her hair to the side for better access. Her shoulders and neck were easy enough to work through, even only having to use a single hand for her neck.
“On your back, Yor.” He whispered it. She didn’t hesitate to follow his words, so relaxed from his touch already that she just flipped herself in a clumsy movement. Loid watched.
Then, he was staring not at her flushed face or at the way her gaze lingered on his lips, but at the breasts he had been washing just earlier. While Loid was a man with self-control, something he prided himself on, he was still just a man. A man who had been drawing such lovely sounds from his beautiful, naked wife while his hands had continued to touch her. A man whose wife looked at him like he was a prize to be protected, not a possession to be owned.
He swallowed hard and brought a hand to cup one breasts tenderly. He moved like he was massaging it, rotating his palm to dig in slightly ass his fingers squeeze and released in a pattern. Her eyes fluttered shut at his touch and her lips parted for a telltale gasp that told him everything he needed to know. He wouldn’t have even had to bother to look down to know she was pushing her thighs together.
But she was exhausted. He doubted she could last long enough for him to even get properly started with her, or finish himself. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was his hands on her tits, touching them in a tender way that slowly turned rougher. Deeper. His fingertips would have bruised them had he not shown restraint again before he dipped to take one nipple into his mouth. The gasps from before couldn’t compare to this one. Pleasure poured not into just the sounds she began to make as he brushed his tongue along the hardened peek, but also how her hand came up to cup the back of his head. His hands continued their work while his mouth set a new, languid pace of tongue and suction. He pulled off once with a pop to look up at how red her face had gotten before diving over to continue such a task on her other breast. Her noises peeked when a free hand slid down to brush along her toned stomach to the point of her cunt, where pleasure gathered in slick trails. His finger found her clit with little trouble, having dedicated nights to worshiping her body. He knew exactly where to touch her. Two fingers rolled the bud between them, careful of when her legs began to shake as the pleasure peaked too soon. Her head fell back into the towel and he dedicated a flutter of kisses to her neck before he was pulling off of her. The slow pace he started against her clit started to pick up, two fingers cupping it turning into three rolling across it in a swiping, rotating motion. Angling his wrist, he braced himself over to watch how his fingers parted her lips and gathered her slick to smooth out how he touched her. Both of her legs parted to welcome him and he took that chance.
His mouth accompanied his fingers after drawing it out, licking first the slick from his fingers then delving in to take their place with his mouth. Her thighs immediately cupped his head with little warning. Both of his hands had to pry her legs apart and keep them pinned open, her hands messing his hair as his tongue found her clit. He rolled it at first. Flicking past the hood to swirl around the bundle of nerves until her entire body was quaking under his touch. Her legs were trying to lift, but they shook too much to even attempt it. Loid’s eyes closed at the taste of her. It wasn’t all that sweet, but it was addicting to him. No, not just the taste was addicting, but the act of bringing her pleasure was. If she would let him he would happily spend the entire evening between her legs like this, bringing her pleasure until the Sun rose. She’s had to stop him before, his mouth unrelenting even after she would beg of him to cease. It’s why her hands were already lacing fingers through his hair, prepared to jerk him off should his wits be lost again.
He didn’t care. Not when his tongue would dip to replace fingers in filling her, tasting how her walls contracted around him. His nose brushed her clit in these moments and she bucked her hips to chase that stimulation again. Every time he would drag his tongue in a hot trail back up before slurping against her clit, working at it until her voice was singing higher and higher. His name fell from her lips like a prayer.
‘Let me take care of you.’ He wanted to say, but he didn’t want to pull back. ‘Let me give you pleasure until you cry. Let me bring you this peak again and again and again. Let me-‘ He moaned at his own thoughts, the vibrations finally being enough to push her past that edge she had been dangling off of.
Yor’s orgasm arrived with a scream. One that she was certain their neighbors had heard. At least if they heard it did well for the disguise, not that he needed to focus much on that with how intimate they had become. He licked her through it. Licked and licked until she was jerking his head up because her entire body was spasming and she was, in fact, on the edge of tears as she gasped and panted into the air. Her eyes briefly dropped from his wet, flushed face to the front of his pants, but he adjusted himself.
“Sleep.” He told her. Her mouth opened in argument, but he was kissing her before she could argue. One hand cupping her face and turning it to follow his as they fell into the bed, further. He was huffing against her lips when they parted, but her eyes were closed and the exhaustion of the day was dragging her to rest.
“In the morning.” She muttered.
“In the morning, you can do what you wish to me.” He promised her. A kiss was shared. It was a lazy, passionate kiss with their tongues brushing in slow movements, tasting one another until she pulled back to settle into the bed. He wanted to tell her to at least move the towel she was on, but he didn’t. He just adjusted in the bed to find the blanket and cover her up so she wouldn’t get cold.