𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝐵𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒸 ♡ 💋

Someday, some time in the morning, Blanc's bedroom I’d woken up because it was too quiet. In my room at their place it’s quieter at night than at home - no street noise, no fridge kicking in, just silence and the feeling of fresh sheets on bare skin. I was lying on my stomach, face in the pillow, one leg thrown over the edge of the covers. That's how I sleep. Like a fallen starfish. The door opened. No knock. Bare feet on the floor, and then the weight of a second person on the mattress, and Ahsuka's skin against my back, warm and naked and soft, and her lips at my ear. "Val. Get up. Blanc wants us." I made a sound somewhere between protest and purring. Ahsuka smelled of shower gel and of herself, and her nipples were hard against my shoulder blades, and anyone woken up like that has no right to complain. I rolled over. Ahsuka was kneeling beside me, naked, dark hair loose, and smiling that shy smile she has when she wants something but would never just take it. I brushed a strand from her face and she leaned into my hand like a cat. Two cats in this household, I thought. And one goddess waiting for us. We walked down the hallway. Bare feet on cold floor, Ahsuka's hip brushing mine, and I felt the air on my skin and that tingling that comes when you know what's about to happen. In the bedroom, Blanc was lying on her back, blonde hair spread across the dark pillow like an argument against getting up. The covers had long since fallen to the floor. Her skin shimmered in the little light that came through the blinds, naked, her long legs slightly bent, one arm above her head, and I could see her chest rising and falling, slow, even. Her eyes were open and she was smiling. Not the I-am-your-Mistress smile, but the other one, the rare one, the soft one. "Good morning, my girls," she said. Her voice was deeper in the morning. Rougher. Like something you want to touch. We crawled into bed like two animals coming home. Ahsuka from the left, me from the right. The sheets were warm where Blanc had been lying and cool at the edges where nobody was, and when I pressed myself against her, I felt her skin along my entire side - her arm, her hip, the soft curve of her breast against my collarbone. She smelled of night and of herself, and my body responded immediately, that tightening deep in my belly, that growing warmth between my legs. Blanc stretched out both arms and pulled us close, and for a moment it was just that - warmth, skin, breath. Ahsuka's hand rested on Blanc's stomach, fingertips gliding across bare skin, barely there, as if she were writing something. Then Ahsuka turned her head and kissed Blanc. Slowly. Morning-slowly. I heard it before I saw it - the soft sound of lips parting, the tiny noise from Ahsuka's throat, a hum that was barely voice. Blanc sighed, and it vibrated through her ribcage, and I felt it against my cheek, and it ran down my spine. I turned my head. My lips grazed Blanc's breast - just skin at first, warm and smooth and thin over the breastbone, then softer, fuller, and then the harder spot, the nipple, already stiff before I'd touched it. I kissed it, barely. Felt the fine grain of her skin under my lips. Then my tongue, flat and slow, dragging across it in a circle, and I tasted salt and sleep and Blanc. Her body responded under my mouth - a fine tremor, skin contracting, goosebumps spreading under my fingertips like tiny waves. I closed my mouth around her, sucked gently, let my tongue play against the tip while my lips held her, and Blanc gripped my hair and pressed my head harder against her. Her fingers dug into my curls, not rough, but certain - Mistress, even now, even half asleep - and that small tug at my scalp sent a wave through my whole body. I moaned against her breast, and the vibration made her gasp, and Ahsuka swallowed the sound from Blanc's mouth. Above me, the two of them were still kissing. I heard it - the soft wet sound, Ahsuka's breathing growing faster, the rustle of sheets when a body shifts. Blanc's chest rose and fell under my mouth, faster now, and I felt her heartbeat against my lips, restless, urgent. I switched. Let my tongue travel across the curve of her breast, kissed the sensitive skin underneath where it's soft and thin and a little salty, followed the line with my lips to the other side, and took the other nipple between my lips, harder this time, and Blanc's hips lifted, reflexive, pressing against nothing, and her hand in my hair tightened. At some point - minutes? seconds? time doesn't work properly when someone tastes like this - I raised my head. My lips were wet and swollen, and the cool air on Blanc's damp skin made her shiver. I kissed my way up her neck, slowly, felt her pulse under my lips, fast and hard, and her skin smelled different here, more intense, of perfume that had mixed with her body overnight. Her jaw. The soft spot below her ear, where she made a sound I would collect if I could. She turned her face to me, and Ahsuka pulled back, and for a fraction of a second I saw the fine glistening thread between their lips, and Ahsuka's eyes, dark and soft and hungry. Blanc kissed me. She tasted of Ahsuka and of sleep and of morning, and she kissed me the way she does everything - like she meant it. Her tongue found mine, and my hand rested on her breast, wet from my mouth, and that did something to me, this mark that I'd been here, on her skin, visible and wet. Ahsuka slid downward. I felt it more than I saw it - the shift of weight on the mattress, warmth moving. Her lips on Blanc's ribs, single kisses, slow and wet, and Blanc breathed sharper into my mouth. Lower, across her stomach, and Blanc's muscles twitched under Ahsuka's mouth, that contraction you can't control. She lingered at her navel, her tongue drawing a small circle, and I felt Blanc's moan in my own mouth, deep and vibrating. Blanc's hands gripped harder - one in my hair, the other reaching down, finding Ahsuka's head, fingers tangling in dark hair and guiding, gentle but clear. Mistress. Blanc spread her legs, and the movement went through her whole body, through the kiss, through her hand in my hair, and I felt the moment Ahsuka's mouth found her - not because I saw it, but because Blanc suddenly held her breath, every muscle in her body tensed, and then a sound came from her that was no longer quiet, that poured into my mouth and stayed there and made me warm everywhere at once. Her hips rose against Ahsuka's face, and her fingers in my hair pulled hard, almost painful, and I kissed her deeper, swallowed her sounds, and the morning was silent except for the three of us, and the heating clicking softly, and everything was exactly as it should be. 💋 @LadyBlancVTuber @Ahsukarilla i love you two ❤️❤️