Content Warning: Minor spice scene 😳

A portal opened right into Maya’s apartment. They all fell through it into the most predictable poses anyone who watched anime or corny romance novels could imagine. (Use your brain. I am too shy to write it out yet if I didn’t get to it or forgot; cough.).

They scrambled on the ground and pushed each other as hands touched places they shouldn’t in their struggling attempt to get their bearings and untangle from their pile—it took them a while.

Fey was the first to get herself out. She crawled out between Val and Maya, who sandwiched her. She pulled herself out by putting her hands on Maya’s cushioned side and Val’s taut butt, almost blushing from the touch as she pushed herself out.

“I’m free!” proclaimed Fey. She heard a loud thud from behind her.

Gripping her right leg, Fey turned herself around and on her back. She propped herself up with her forearms on the ground and blew the hair out of her face. “Are you two alright-”

“Yeah, they are more than alright,” thought Fey immediately, watching the scene.

Fey witnessed how Maya got pinned down underneath Val, whose body and face were in very close proximity to Maya’s. And not knowing where to hold on before she fell, Val did the most instinctive thing anyone in her position could.

Val’s hand fell right on Maya’s generous bust.

“A-” 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.

Val’s hand squeezed again, testing the waters before her second hand gently cupped Maya’s warm face. She exhaled a sharp breath. Maya could feel the fresh, minty breath on her face. She shivered in excitement, her heart beating faster.

“Guys, 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 dimming 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 She removed her hand from Maya’s chest, making Maya feel withdrawn and longing to put it back on for some reason.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.

“Guys?”

“Coming!” Maya broke the moment and helped Fey up and onto the chair. “Are you alright?”

“Could be better,” said Fey, rubbing her pained wrist. She looked around 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 laugh strained. “The one your underlings thrashed not long ago.”

“Ah, oh gods, this is embarrassing.” Fey sank into her chair and covered her face in shame. “Sorry about that. I- I didn’t-”

Maya put up a hand in front of her and shook her head. “We’ll talk about it later. First, we need to talk about what we should do now, don’t you think?”

“Right.” Nodded Fey and dipped her head. “Before we do that, can I ask a favour?”

“Depends on the favour.” Maya narrowed her eyes suspiciously at her. Then heard a grumbling coming from Fey; her face grew red underneath the hood. It was dark outside, and Fey hadn’t eaten the entire morning.

She washed her face off her makeup and made herself a salad from all the vegetables and ingredients Val compulsively bought to cook, but Maya disliked.

Fey took a hearty bite and glanced at Maya, who stared at her with curiosity. “What? I haven’t eaten for a while and need the energy. I ain’t sharing.”

“Enjoy.” Maya shuddered and took a seat in front of her at the table. She stared between the salad and Fey’s open neckline and the line in the middle of her chest. It was hard to look away. Maya peeked between the gaps between her fingers. “Could you do something about that, please?”

Fey followed Maya’s line of sight. She couldn’t hide the smirk from Maya’s flustered behaviour. “What? It shouldn’t bother you, no?”

“No, yeah, but it’s distracting. Especially since I know you don’t have any, you know…”

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

Maya raised a curious brow. She sipped on her freshly brewed coffee 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- I rather not answer that.” Maya crossed her arms over her chest defensively, unable to hide their size.

Fey chuckled. “Fair enough-” The witch stopped talking when Val walked up to their table.

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

Anyone else would feel their arms falling off after that sort of exercise, but Val approached Maya, put her hands under her arms, and picked her up. Val sat down in the chair. She placed Maya down on her lap, wrapped her arms around her waist, and nestled her head into her neck.

“What just happened?”

“I- I don’t know- AH!” Maya yelped, noticing Val’s hands wandering over Maya’s thighs before going underneath her shirt.

“Really? Right in front of my salad?”

“Your salad isn’t important here right now!” exclaimed Maya, her face reddening and overheating. Val’s hands rested on Maya’s belly, and her face leaned against hers. 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 observed the scene and chewed on her salad, thinking.

The Valkyrie’s eyes were still glowing with white light, albeit dimmed. Her veins as well; they traced around feint white scars on her brown skin and- “Are those rune tattoos?”

Fey did a double-check. Feint, very feint signs of tattoos or runes ran down Val’s arms, but she couldn’t decipher them. “Is that an aftereffect from the wisps? Delirium? What’s up with her state?”

Maya tentatively pushed Val’s arm away when it explored a bit too far into her shirt. Val instead settled them on her rear. Maya’s face was red and queasy from all the sudden touches from Val. She couldn’t get out of the Valkyrie’s hold, and frankly, she didn’t want to, but it was getting all a bit too much for her.

“I’d say we can talk details in the morning. Your girlfriend here is getting a bit too handsy, and you are too excited to concentrate.”

“I-I’m not at fault here,” cried Maya 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. Maya squeaked, “Val, please stop. I need to stand up.”

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To Fey’s surprise, the Valkyrie stopped but looked disappointed as she had to break away from her touch. Maya extracted herself from Val and wobbled on her unsteady feet. She looked dizzy, and her face was like that of a tomato.

“You can sleep on Val’s bed settee,” huffed Maya. "I doubt she’ll mind, or leave me alone tonight.”

Fey chuckled at this. “Truly, no doubt there.” then Fey looked down. “Is it really ok for me to stay tonight?”

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

Fey looked her way, then at Val’s eyes wandering, dazed. She grinned. “Thank you. Then I would like to implore my guest rights.”

“Sure, whatever that means,” agreed Maya. She pulled the delirious Valkyrie into her room. “Come, Val, let’s get you to bed.”

—☾—

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, Maya had to gather her strength as she still felt the sensation of Val’s touch all over her skin.

“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 had a starry look in her eyes. “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, need a quick breather.” She snatched her nightgown from the drawer and immediately headed back out again. Exiting her bedroom, Maya’s breath faltered again.

“What?” asked Fey, lying in bed and scrolling through her phone, naked.

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 in your bedroom?”

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 look very attractive, and she’s obviously into you.”

Maya blushed at the comment. She furrowed her brows and rubbed her arms. “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, not understanding what Maya meant. “You look downright captivating, and 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, leaning against her mountains of pillows—where she got them, Maya didn’t know, but she saw how her right leg laid still on the bed as she crossed her other leg over it. “Beauty is subjective. Everyone has a different opinion about it.”

Fey motioned at her own body. She was lean and tall with long arms and legs, curly long brown hair, smallish breasts, wide shoulders and a rear that was soft yet tight, and hard to forget if you asked Maya.

“Some would say I’m their perfect type. Others would say I’m ugly, tall and way too thin with nothing on my bones while complaining 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 are douchebags. They don’t deserve your attention.”

Fey then motioned to her leg. “I find myself attractive, screw those asses, but I also dislike my leg. It’s my most unattractive feature. We all have something we don’t like about ourselves. It’s normal, but don’t pay too much attention to them and be yourself.”

“Yeah, but I’m fat,” expressed Maya with a bawl. “It’s not attractive. No one wants a person with so much on them. I hate my body…”

“Ergh, listen, you’re not fat,” Fey groaned and failed to suppress her eye roll. “You’re curvy. You’re chubby. You’re voluptuous.” 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’!”

“Heh, if only it’s that easy.” Maya sighed. She dejectedly went to her room. “Good night, see you tomorrow.”

Val stood in the bedroom in shorts and a loose t-shirt that hung like a curtain due to her buxom–sized chest, revealing her toned midriff. Her muscles bustled from her lean arms, legs and thighs as she stood there with her fingers steepled.

She tugged a blond lock back behind her ear as some were braided into a loose braid. She then spotted Maya and smiled. “Mayaaaa,” drawled Val. She took a step closer to her, eyes still glowing white hot. “I was waiting. For you-”

“Good Night.” Maya interrupted her promptly, brushing herself past the invitingly-looking 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,” repeated Maya, 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 attention Val gave her. “Don’t think about her, or the fact of how unattractive you must be 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, thinking harder about counting sheep or whatever animal helped her to fall asleep.

“One sheep, two sheep, three sheep- WOLF!”

“Mayaaaa.” Val breathed into Maya’s eat and crawled into Maya’s duvet.

She hugged Maya from behind, pressing her chest against her back and making Maya’s mind go blank momentarily. 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.

It wasn’t a secret to Maya that her figure wasn’t particularly small, like Fey’s. Her chest and hips were always big, even as a teen, but due to her eating habits, her stomach was not spared from the growth. Especially after the last few days when Maya binged from the allotted stress.

She could feel her back sweating and squirm 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,” repeated Maya and twisted around, putting her hands between her and Val. “Could you please not?”

Val’s eyes dimmed. She looked hurt. “Why?” she asked, hesitantly wrapping her hands around Maya’s waist. “Do you not find me. Attractive? Am I. Unseemly?”

“You? Please,” Maya averted her gaze. “You’re not the problem. It’s me.”

“How?” asked Val, carefully pulling Maya closer so their chests touched first and keeping some distance between their pelvises. “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 particularly 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, amber. 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. Without you.”

Unexpectantly for the strong Valkyrie, Maya watched her bury her face into Maya’s bosom, entangling her leg around hers and pulling her even closer.

“I don’t know why. But could we. At least. Stay like this?”

Maya nodded and returned the embrace, rubbing the back of the suddenly very sensitive Valkyrie and not minding when Val pulled her even closer until their bodies fully touched each other. She didn’t want to admit it, but Maya could also use a heartfelt hug like that.