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Lara/Aspity: taking care

[(Anonymous)]

There was a fire in the Earth district. It might have been an accident but I saw somewhere someone headcanon that it was to burn the witch.
I want a story where Lara, always the charitable soul, takes care of and houses Aspity.

Re: Lara/Aspity: taking care - FILL Pt. 1

[(Anonymous)]

There was some part of Lara that could never turn away someone in need, no matter how prickly or disagreeable the person was. Whether for pity or genuine care, she wasn’t sure, but when she’d heard of a fire in the Earth district and came running, only to see Aspity staring at the ashes, she’d insisted on taking her in.

The woman was snappish and surly as usual, though perhaps the degree was exaggerated due to her circumstance. It had been a battle of wills between the two, but Lara wasn’t as submissive as everyone seemed to think. Besides, if Aspity had truly wanted, she could have stormed off and Lara would have been powerless to stop her. But for whatever reason, despite their strained relationship - if one could even call it that - Aspity agreed to stay with Lara until she got back on her feet.

The houses in Gorkhon were often bare, save for necessities, but losing one’s home was devastating no matter the amount of personal effects lost alongside it. Though Aspity acted unaffected, Lara suspected it was merely a veneer over the hurt inside.

Aspity hadn’t lived long in Gorkhon, not like most of the others had. Sure, people moved in from the Capital once in a while, but most of the town’s inhabitants including Lara had been there since birth. Aspity’s arrival had preceded the first Sand Plague, ravaging the town just as it did now. Many had accused her of causing it, and it seemed those same people had turned violent towards her once again.

Lara didn’t believe in such superstitions; she was wholly bound to the simple tasks of life. In this manner she set straight to her earthly duties drew a bath for the woman as soon as they arrived at the shelter, Aspity now covered in ash and blood. She had snapped that she was perfectly capable of doing such a thing herself, but once again made no real move to keep Lara from her task.

She sat in an armchair in the parlor, mulling over the situation as Aspity bathed, wondering what it would be like living with the woman famous for being alone. There were all kinds of rumors about Aspity about town: that she was created from the earth’s clay, that she would bring maladies to the town, that she had legs made only of bone without flesh.

It was impossible to tell with the heavy cloak which hung perpetually from her broad shoulders, but Lara’s thoughts often lingered on the last of those rumors. What would it be like, if it were true, to walk only on bones with no cushion to shield them from the cold? Did they feel pain? And where, then, did the bone end? Did it extend up the thigh, to the point where her two legs met?

Lara shook her head trying to erase the thought, as if a swift turn from left to right could extinguish the glowing embers of interest that had been kindled in Lara’s heart some months ago. She’d spotted the woman in public after a long absence and it had struck her just how handsome she looked. Which had led to the occasional fantasy here and there, and now she’d be living here with Lara for an extended period of time.

Yet, the woman had just experienced a tragedy, and here Lara was, wondering how the other woman had - well, that was enough for today. She stood abruptly from the chair she’d been seated in. She didn’t have time to think about this when there was always work to be done, so she set about her chores in the kitchen.

She settled into a familiar rhythm, preparing food for supper, and cleaning the counters as she went. Her thoughts quieted down to a low hum as she worked. And yet, of course, as soon as Lara had forgotten the situation, Aspity appeared in the kitchen.

Her dirty robe was wrapped around her, still covered in ash, and it dragged along the floor as she walked, loose threads trailing after her.

“I could mend that, if you wanted,” Lara said as the other woman drew near. Her nose began to wrinkle in their proximity, “Or at least give it a wash.”

Aspity fixed her with a stare she couldn’t break, and she felt her whole body freeze.

“That won’t be necessary,” she quipped. “It’s been washed recently enough.”

“It’s quite covered in ash,” Lara remarked before she could stop herself. “And I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you without it.”

Aspity smirked, “That’s because when I’m not wearing it, I’m naked.”

Lara flushed, and tried to look away, look down, and instead her eyes traced down the other woman’s body, lingering at the subtle swell of her hip under the shapeless garment.

“Well, I’ve got plenty of extra clothes here you can wear while I wash it. It won’t be but a day to wash and dry, I’m certain even you could stand to wait.”

Aspity grew closer still, “Am I known to be so impatient?”

She was nearly breathing in Lara’s ear, and the smell of her own soap coming from the other woman’s hair was almost intoxicating. If she didn’t know better, she’d say Aspity was flirting with her. But that couldn’t be right. If anything, she was probably distracting herself from the situation.

Lara instinctively took a step back, “That’s not it, I just assumed you wouldn’t want to part with it for long.”

She found that at some point she’d once again locked eyes with Aspity and couldn’t look away. It seemed to her that the other woman could see through her skin and bone, directly into her soul. They stood like that for a moment, just staring.

Aspity must have found whatever she’d been searching for, because all at once she smirked and whirled around.

“You can wash it if you really want to do it that badly,” she called over her shoulder, and disappeared into the shadows.

Lara looked back towards the sink of dirty dishes and decided to tackle the laundry issue another day.

---

The weeks passed quickly like this, Aspity shooting quick remarks as Lara bustled about her work and questionably intentioned words spoken low after the regulars had left the shelter. Though the plague had come and gone, and the townspeople settled, they hadn’t discussed her plans or when she’d be leaving. Lara felt as though she could hardly stand to be in Aspity’s presence for yearning, yet she couldn’t stand the idea of the woman leaving.

It didn’t make sense, really. They were such an odd pair, the two of them, and Lara struggled to think what the other woman could possibly gain from this strange budding relationship, besides the material, and yet -!

Lara had grown impossibly close to her in such a short time, perhaps because despite working amongst all types of people every day, deep down she was lonely. Perhaps because there was the thrilling sense that Aspity was interested in her, interested in having more.

While Aspity was far bolder than Lara, they still butted heads, unafraid to argue or upset one another. Even contempt breeds familiarity, and in fighting it seemed they grew closer, gained a better understanding of each other. Though the most common argument was over Aspity’s quite outrageous milk consumption and the impact it had on Lara’s morning bowl of cereal.

Lara found herself thinking about it again one night as she worked on her nightly handcrafts. The fireplace glowed just bright enough for her to see her knitting, although it didn’t do much for her concentration; the sweater panel she’d been working on was steadily growing narrower as she dropped stitch after stitch in her daydreaming.

Aspity sat across from her, in the only other armchair in the parlor. She was whittling some wood into a strange shape, or perhaps it was still too early to be discerned by a viewer’s eye. It was these small moments in which Lara felt she saw a glimpse of Aspity’s true character. Though she was outwardly negative, and often scorned the town they lived in she seemed, to Lara at least, to be a rather calm and collected individual.

Lara had neither invited nor dissuaded the woman from sitting with her, yet each night they sat across from each other in the warm glow of the embers, working quietly on their own projects, and occasionally exchanging words. Then, at some point, Lara would bid Aspity goodnight, and for just a single moment her breath would feel caught in her throat as the other woman offered the resemblance of a smile instead of her usual smirk.

If asked, Lara wouldn’t be able to explain what it was Aspity saw in her and why. Of course, she’d been incredibly generous to offer her home to Aspity, but surely anyone else would do the same. Her house had been burned down; she’d been hunted as a witch once more, forever persecuted for crimes she’d never committed. Or, crimes she’d atoned for, at least. They were both followers of the Humble ideology after all, bound together in the sense of guilt they shared.

There was no doubt that tonight would pass just as they had for the past month, but Aspity quit her whittling far earlier than normal, Lara forced to look back at her poor forgotten knitting to pretend she hadn’t been watching the woman’s hands work deftly with the wood.

It was obvious, unfortunately, due to her red cheeks and mangled garment that she’d not been paying attention to her own work.

“I’m going to bathe,” Aspity announced as she stood up, stretching her arms above her head. It wasn’t enough to pull the hem of the large cloak up off the floor to expose her much debated feet, and certainly Lara hadn’t been wondering about them at all.

“Alright,” she said coolly in response, or at least she hoped it had sounded cool. “Shall I draw a bath for you?”

Lara risked a glance up at the woman and saw that the corners of her mouth had quirked up just slightly.

“Actually, I was going to ask if you’d like to join me,” Aspity said, her eyes gleaming in the firelight.

“Ah, well,” Lara stumbled for words, “that is, if you’d like me to, I’d take great pleasure in accompanying you.”

It wasn’t as if Lara had never been embarrassed in her life, but it seemed now that the burning flush in her cheeks and the awful twisting of her stomach was worse than it had ever been before. Surely Aspity would rescind the invitation immediately upon hearing Lara’s awkward response.

She bowed her head over her knitting in shame but startled when a hand rested gently atop her shoulder. It was the first intentional touch they’d shared, and it seemed that warmth trickled from the point of contact. Lara looked up, searching Aspity’s face for familiarity, but found none. The look in her eye was different, unreadable.

“Shall we?” Aspity asked.

Lara nodded, confidence somewhat restored, and rose to follow the other woman to the washroom.

---

Hot water rushed loudly into the tub, causing droplets to spray up from the surface and into the air, occasionally flecking the old wallpaper with moisture. Lara waved her hand about in the water to test the temperature, silent as she did so.

Behind her, Aspity fussed with her robe. The thick shawl which had hung so long around her neck dropped to the floor with a thump, and Lara resisted the urge to turn around. It wasn’t polite to watch a woman undress, no matter how uncouth she may be, and no matter the activities that may ensue. Besides, Aspity had only invited her to the bath. Perhaps nothing would happen at all.

The tub was plenty full by now, Lara saw fit to turn off the faucet, and with a loud squeak the room became silent, save for the soft rush of fabric as Aspity drew her robe over her head. It, too, fell to the ground and then Lara was fully aware of what she’d gotten herself into.

“My, my, Lara, are you being chivalrous?” Aspity joked.

Lara felt her face burn again, though not as hotly this time. “It’s simple decency,” she said petulantly. Certainly, desire coursed through her, but she’d waited this long to see the woman’s body, a moment more wouldn’t hurt.

“How darling,” Aspity said, and then she moved forward to step into the bath.

There was a clack against the floor, Lara hadn’t noticed before. It wasn’t sharp, closer to a soft thud, and yet, it rang in her ears as if it were a trumpet fanfare.

Aspity lowered herself gingerly into the bath, the yellow bones of her legs holding her steady in her descent.

Lara’s mouth fell open though no sound came out as she watched the woman sink into the water, sliding forward until the water covered her chest, her bent knees sticking out of the water in the small tub.

“It’s true,” she whispered at last.

Aspity’s eyes were closed as she spoke, “If you tell anyone, I’ll have to skin you alive.”

As suddenly as blood had rushed to her cheeks earlier, Lara felt it drain away, leaving her paler than before. She must have gasped because Aspity opened her eyes and then reached out a wet hand to grasp Lara’s still-clothed arm.

“I’m only joking,” she said. “But still, I’d prefer it if the town’s suspicions weren’t confirmed, considering what happened to my last place of residence.”

“Of course,” Lara assured her, “I’d never breathe a word of this to anyone else.”

“I know,” Aspity replied simply. “I wouldn’t have shown you if I’d thought you would. Much as I detest your pity, there’s more between us than we can escape from.”

The wet hand withdrew into the bath, and Lara felt that if she didn’t make a move now, she never would.

“May I wash you?” she asked. The request felt far too intimate, the situation was far too intimate, and yet, Lara could not be swayed now from the path she’d gone down. Besides, her curiosity was far too strong, she had to see the woman’s body, had to understand it, commit it to memory.

“With that shirt on?” Aspity asked, nodding at Lara’s long sleeves.

She hastened to unbutton the front of her shirt, and pulled off her undershirt along with it, leaving her chest bare. It didn’t seem fair for only one of them to be naked, but Lara left her trousers on for now. The tile floor was cold, after all.

Lara reached for the washcloth that hung on the side of the tub and lathered it with soap. She moved towards the woman’s legs but then stopped short, unsure of herself. Sensing her discomfort, Aspity stretched one leg out and rested the bone of her ankle on the edge of the tub.

“Go ahead,” she murmured, eyes closed once more.

It was scary, strange, and wonderful all at once to run the rag gently over calcified toes, to watch the impossible movement as they curled in response with no tendons to pull them. A low sigh escaped Aspity’s lips, indicating she could feel Lara’s touch.

Finally, Lara relaxed, as though she’d finally let out a breath she’d been holding for far too long. The months of repressed interest and feeling followed by a month so close together finally took hold in her heart, and a smile lit up Lara’s oft worried visage.

She worked carefully up to the knee before starting on Aspity’s other leg, afraid to wash her thighs so soon, wanting the moment to stretch forever. It was fascinating still, the way the bone gave way to flesh above the kneecap; gradual yet clean, bloodless. Lara wasn’t entirely sure that a heart was beating within Aspity’s chest, but it wasn’t that which made her human.

Re: Lara/Aspity: taking care - FILL Pt. 2

[(Anonymous)]

Her legs done, Aspity rearranged herself so that both legs were submerged, and her upper half rose above the water.

“You’re beautiful,” Lara said quietly in awe, and Aspity scoffed in response.

“No need to lie,” she said. “I’m well aware of what I look like, thank you.”

Lara shook her head, “I don’t mean to flatter you.”

“I’m used to your pity,” Aspity said, opening her eyes, “You needn’t waste it on me any longer. We’re both just looking for a fuck, aren’t we?”

Lara faltered, “I wasn’t.”

The weight of her words hung in the air, the admission to feeling, not just a simple protest.

“Look, I, I don’t mind if that’s all you want. I’m not quite so delicate as you think. But at least let me speak my mind, Aspity. At least let me tell you how beautiful you are, how much it means to me to finally know what you look like beneath that cloak and see you for who you really are.” Lara took a shaky breath. “Because even if it doesn’t mean anything to you, it does to me. Okay?”

Aspity looked lost for the first time since Lara had known her, since she’d first appeared in the town five years ago. The intensity about her face remained, but there was something else. Her brows crinkled together in the middle of her forehead and she was quiet, as if the cogs that spun in her head had ground to a halt.

“Is that...the first time someone’s said something like that to you?” Lara asked.

Aspity quickly turned away, “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Lara’s face quickly split into a grin, “I can’t believe this. You’re embarrassed. You, the most shameless person I’ve ever met, embarrassed a woman earnestly thinks you’re attractive.”

“Shut up,” she muttered.

Lara dipped the washcloth back into the warm water, having grown cold in the interim. She reached out once again and began to wash the woman’s broad shoulders.

“You’re so strong,” Lara said, scrubbing across her back. “I’ve thought often of how it would feel to be held by you, to be carried.”

She brought the rag further and further down Aspity’s back as she went, running it across the folds of fat along her sides. It was strange now to see that there was a form beneath the rectangular shape of her robe. Aspity was human underneath, full of soft curves and small points, the hard line of her jaw the same as her elbow and strong shoulders, yet contrasted with the swell of her breasts and stomach, dark hair scattered across her skin, the thin curved white lines crawling up her hips and chest that showed she’d grown, that she was a person.

It was almost overwhelming, and Lara’s heart brimmed over with affection. She abandoned the rag to the side of the tub once again and began to trace small patterns against Aspity’s back, fingers running lightly over the skin.

It was silent save for the occasional drip from the faucet and the sound of breathing. Once, Aspity let out a contented hum. Lara returned to washing, and Aspity turned back towards her, baring her chest. Ever so gently, Lara brushed the washcloth over Aspity’s breasts, and heard the sharp intake of air in response.

She washed over the woman’s rib cage, traveled lower over her stomach, but Aspity grabbed her wrist before she could move any lower.

“The water’s grown cold,” she said.

Lara froze, unsure of what she’d done wrong, but before she could respond, Aspity spoke again.

“Let’s move to the bedroom.”

Lara’s shoulders slumped with relief, and then she stood to help the other woman out of the tub. As Aspity toweled off, Lara collected their discarded clothes and folded them out of habit and was once again aware of how exposed she was. She moved to her room, different from the one Aspity had been staying in and took off her trousers there. Now they were even.

Aspity came in soon after, dry and smelling freshly of Lara’s soap. She moved swiftly to close the distance between them, tilted her face up and brought their lips together. Lara was surprised both at the gesture and the warmth of her mouth, for some reason she’d expected it to be cold as the words that most often came out of it. They kissed this way for a few minutes before Aspity walked forward and the backs of Lara’s knees hit the bed.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and Aspity climbed atop her lap, nipping now at her neck, the lobe of her ear, breath hot against her skin. Lara’s hand trailed down Aspity’s chest, palming her breast as her other hand dug into the woman’s short dark hair.

Lara wasn’t quiet during lovemaking, short gasps and moans falling from her lips with each touch of teeth to her skin. Aspity’s hands roamed down Lara’s torso, one stroking lightly at the sensitive skin of her lower abdomen, the other rubbing playfully over a dusky nipple, teasing it until it hardened.

Having moved on to heavy petting, Aspity pushed gently against Lara’s shoulders, and she leaned back onto the bed, Aspity fully on top of her now. Lara let her legs fall open without thinking, and Aspity’s hand moved down to caress her inner thighs. Her hips arched into the touch, and Aspity obliged.

There was a hunger in Aspity’s touch, not gentle nor teasing like lovers Lara had taken in the past. Some fluttered around the act in a display of preparation, waiting for the right moment. Others still were cruel in their love, making her cry out loudly with want before indulging. Aspity, however, had no notion of such things, and responded exactly as Lara wanted.

Each moan spurred the woman along, her fingers quickly finding Lara’s clit and rubbing against it, pressing harder as Lara shoved her hips up against the hand. Aspity’s fingers were rough and calloused, and they seemed to press so deliciously against her.

Lara got lost in the pleasure, already forgotten how often she was the giver, always sure to attend to her lover first. It had never been like this before, and she was wholly consumed by Aspity’s quick tempo, barely thinking as words fell from her lips, gentle cries between “like that” and “right there” and “don’t stop, please”.

She felt her toes curl and her muscles tense, shoulders pressing against the bed as her back arched up, a hand groping wildly for the other woman’s shoulder to anchor her, shaking as she came.

There was a moment before Lara fell limp against the bed, mind fuzzy.

“Mm,” she said eloquently.

“Mm indeed,” Aspity replied from above her. If Lara wasn’t mistaken, there was a tiny bit of fondness in her expression.

Aspity moved off the bed to kneel on the floor, head now level with Lara’s knees. Lara pushed herself up on her elbows, confused. The other woman leaned in, pressed a kiss against her thigh and Lara was struck with realization.

“Wait,” she said. “It’s your turn.”

The signature smirk was back. “Believe me, this is my turn,” Aspity said.

Though the two had argued before, Lara had to admit her heart wouldn’t be in this one. Who was she to deny Aspity, the stubborn woman made of clay and bone, from giving her pleasure? There would be other times, she hoped. So, Lara settled back against the bed, wove her fingers into Aspity’s hair as she drew closer, and relaxed.

Aspity sucked marks into her thighs, a free hand reaching up to hold her hip. Lara whined, and once again without deliberation Aspity moved closer, pressed her tongue up against Lara’s swollen clit.

She was positive she must be dripping, having already come with nothing inside, and the wet sound of Aspity’s tongue lapping against her slit was sinful. Once again, her hips rose, careful now as to not break the woman’s nose. Aspity followed, pressing her tongue against Lara’s entrance, fucking her shallowly with it.

Every touch seemed so sensitive, so raw, Lara’s fingers clenched the bedsheets with each new wave of feeling.

“I need,” she started, but cut herself off with a moan as Aspity sucked once more at her clit. “Please, Aspity, I need you inside me,”

Responsive as ever, Aspity pushed a finger inside gently as Lara rocked against it, eager to be filled. She begged for more and Aspity gave, as simple as that. Aspity crooked her fingers forward and Lara nearly shouted, overwhelmed by the feeling.

The sensation was delicious and inescapable, with each thrust of her hips Aspity’s fingers curled, mouth sucking firmly at her clit all the while. When a third finger pressed inside, Lara knew she’d be coming again soon. She could feel sweat trickling down her cheek, her hair sticking to her forehead, the fitted sheet growing wet against her back.

She writhed against the bed, shaking as she felt another orgasm coming. For a moment, Lara opened her eyes, looked down between her legs and saw Aspity looking back, face wet with slick, a look of devotion in her eyes. And then Lara was coming, her voice hoarse with overuse, her muscles fluttering around Aspity’s fingers as she fucked her slowly through it.

When Aspity first tried to remove her fingers Lara had stopped her, mumbled she liked the feeling. Instead Aspity traced patterns against Lara’s thigh with her free hand, an imitation of earlier that night in the bath. Lara reached down, placed her hand atop Aspity’s and held it.

“I like having you here,” she said, the first time either of them had addressed the subject out loud.

“You’re just lonely,” Aspity muttered.

“So are you,” Lara said quietly. “That’s why you’re still here, isn’t it?”

It was silent for a moment, Aspity finally slipping her fingers out and climbing up onto the bed.

“You don’t have to stay,” Lara said, uncomfortable in the silence. “The town’s mostly put back together now; we could get you situated somewhere. And, not to accuse you of having feelings, but I’ve lived alone a long time. I’ll be fine without you here.”

Aspity turned to face her and she looked completely unguarded, face still shining and wet. “I know. That’s not why I stayed,” she said.

“Aspity…” Lara breathed.

“Don’t say it.”

Lara couldn’t help it; she grinned, rolled over and pulled the woman down into an embrace. Aspity allowed herself to be held, and threw one bony leg over Lara’s, a small gesture of words that she might never say: she cared.

“Ah, we really should have done the bath second,” Lara sighed. “You’re all sweaty now.”

Aspity smirked, pressed her wet lips to Lara’s, “We’ll just have to take another one, then.”