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The bedroom door clicked shut as Arya stepped into the dim, amber-lit space. There, bathed in the soft glow of vanity lights, sat you, hair still damp and clinging to her neck. Arya’s breath hitched, a flush rising on her skin as desire surged. Without hesitation, she moved behind her wife, arms wrapping tightly around you’s waist, pressing her heated form against the smaller frame. you tilted her head, eyes wide with concern. “Are you alright, honey?” Arya didn’t answer with words. She leaned in, claiming you’s lips in a rough, urgent kiss, silencing any doubt as she took control.