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under the stars one last time

Tamar x Nadia

A/N: NSFW - very, as in this is pure smut

Warnings: smut

Summary: The night before the ambush, Tamar and Nadia had disappeared early.

Word count: ~900

Tamar and Nadia had disappeared early. 

Tamar held Nadia’s hand and guided her towards the orchard with a sense of urgency. Once they’d disappeared from sight into the trees, she looped an arm around her waist and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. The other coming to gently caress the back of her head. Nadia slipped her arms up to hold both of the other girl’s cheeks. The kisses started off short and sweet, but naturally grew quicker and rougher. Tamar hands drifted to squeeze Nadia’s ass, smacking it as she gave a little yelp before moaning. That only seemed to fuel Tamar who kept one hand around her waist, another drifting up and down the sides of her body. Nadia’s nails left scratches on her back. 

Before either of them knew it, they’d both removed their tops, Nadia’s Kefta had been shed to the side a long time ago – and Tamar’s hidden knives and axes thrown on top of it – normally she was always careful with them, but this time that care flew out the window. Nadia leaned down to start kissing Tamar’s breasts, leaving a trail of hickeys across them – gently sucked on each nipple as Tamar moaned her name quietly. Nadia’s hands kept leaving scratches on Tamar’s back as she moved her way down her stomach towards her clit. She yanked on Tamar’s trousers, the other girl laughing as she helped pull them off. 

The laugh quickly turned into a moan as Nadia’s tongue found her clit. She flicked her tongue up and down, watching her lover unravel above her through her eyelashes. Her finger easily slid in into her wet cunt and pressed in the perfect spot. 

It was a short amount of time before Tamar began to feel her stomach tighten. 

“Baby .. fuck, baby don’t stop” she groaned, 

Nadia moaned into her, the vibrations adding another layer of pleasure.  

“Right there, right there” 

Nadia moaned again and Tamar unraveled, stifling the moans with one hand as the other gripped the back of Nadia’s head. Nadia slowly licked up and down the whole length of her pussy, cleaning her up. After a few moments, Tamar pulled Nadia up to kiss her. She kept eye contact as she gripped the bottom of her thighs and lifted her up so Nadia could wrap her legs around her waist. Nadia squealed as Tamar pushed her against the nearest tree. 

She let the other girl’s legs fall to the ground as she slowly left a trail of marks from her collar bone to her navel. Spending time caressing each breast, and gently biting and sucking on her nipples. Nadia started squirming, trying to rub her legs together to get some relief. Tamar loved to tease and it both excited the girl and drove her crazy. 

Tamar stood up and whispered in her ear, “be patient”. Nadia groaned but Tamar hid the sound with a rough kiss, biting the other girls lip hard enough to almost draw blood. But, Nadia loved it. Tamar’s hand had drifted up Nadia’s side, gently ghosting over her nipple before Tamar’s put two fingers in Nadia’s mouth. 

She made eye contact as she gently sucked on each finger, letting them out of her mouth with a pop. Tamar almost growled before bringing her hand back down to work at Nadia’s clit. Her fingers gently drifted over her folds, she looked up at Nadia who nodded, and Tamar began – sliding one finger in first, gently stretching before adding a second, and a third. She pumped her fingers in and out at a excruciatingly slow pace before Nadia had enough of it,

“Faster, please, fuck me baby” With that, Tamar set a brutal pace pumping in and out of her, and Nadia loved it – she bit into her shoulder to keep from screaming. 

“Be a good girl and finish for me” Tamar whispered in her ear, and that’s all it took for Nadia to come undone. Nadia was loud – really loud. Even though she was biting into her shoulder, Tamar hoped the others hadn’t heard. It would be incredibly embarrassing for everyone to charge over thinking there was some kind of danger. 

Nadia collapsed into Tamar’s arms, breathing heavily. 

“You don’t even seem tired”, she glared at her, petulantly, 

Tamar just chuckled and held the other girl in her arms. She gently lowered them to the ground, propping her own back up against the tree and letting Nadia curl up in her arms. She ran her fingers up and down her bare back – making goosebumps break out on Nadia’s arms. She kissed the top of her head, humming contently. 

“We should at least get our clothes on love”

“I just want to stay here forever” Nadia replied, 

“I wish we could little dove”. 

Tamar managed to convince Nadia to put her clothes back on, and they took up the same position – curled up against the tree. 

“What if … the worst happens?” Nadia replies hesitantly. 

“It wont”, Tamar said with confidence. 

“And if it does?” 

“Then we go down fighting, with honor”

Nadia nodded in agreement, it was morbid to think about but they both had the understanding that they would die before being captured – better to go down on a battlefield than destroyed by the Darkling’s nichevo’ya. But she brushed the thought aside, they would spend the night together where they belonged – in each other’s arms. 

Everything's Different

Tamar x Nadia

A/N: This is based on the end of season 2, not the books, also I apologize I’m still new to writing these.

Summary: Nadia's still new to the Volkvolny, but she's certain of one thing - and that's how she feels about her.

Word count: ~ 1.1k

Warnings: Season 2 spoilers

It’s strange, being on the Volkvolny after everything that happened. I didn’t expect it, of course, but she changed my life in ways I couldn’t imagine a few years ago. The Darkling is gone, Alina is leading the second army, Nikolai Lantsov is King. Now I'm working on a privateer’s ship, chasing down slaving ships. Surrounded by some of the most dangerous people I've ever met - Tamar, Tolya, and Inej. Four people whose bad side I will avoid at all costs. Yet, they feel like family. I miss Adrik but I know he’s strong, and when the time came, all the cards were on the table, we fought and survived together. His true strength showed, even with only one arm.

It’s nearly 2 bells, and Tamar just finished her watch. The weather is mild, and it’s warm enough that I don't need a jacket. There’s nobody out on deck, and we’re sitting with our backs up against a few crates, taking a look up at the stars. I’ve never been this far from Ravka and I can see why people reject the Second Army, why they choose a different life. There’s no clouds to obscure our vision and the horizon stretches on and on. There’s thousands of stars out there, and Tamar seems to know all of the constellations and can point them out. 

“How do you remember them all?” I ask her. 

“I’ve been doing this for a while.” She grins. I love how easy her smiles come, how bright they are. Her hand reaches to link with mine, I intertwine our fingers. Hers are rough and calloused from the time she’s spent at sea. I haven’t known her too long but this feels right, this feels like where i’m meant to be and who i’m meant to be with. She keeps pointing out more constellations, their names and the stories behind them, but the words blur out as I’m looking at her profile. 

“Are you paying attention?” There’s a glimmer of amusement in her eyes. 

“I got a bit distracted.” I say, my cheeks flushing pink. Her hand moves and gently traces circles on my palm. 

“By what?” 

“You know.” 

“I want to hear you say it.” Her voice is low. A familiar sensation runs through me, maybe it's her tone, but my blood seems to rush straight down. She raises an eyebrow and I can tell she senses it. Heart renders. 

I roll my eyes, “distracted by you.” 

“Was that so hard?” 

I ignore her and turn my head back up to look at the stars. Her hand starts gently tracing up and down my arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. I smile and lean into her, her arm coming up to wrap around my shoulders. This time her hand is tracing circles on my shoulder, moving my top aside so her hand is on my bare skin. I shift so my body is facing her, and let my hand trace circles on her thigh, my cheek pressed against her shoulder. I hear her breath catch as my hand moves up higher, but she doesn’t move to stop me. I let my nails scratch up and down her thigh, over her leather trousers. 

“What are you doing?” she asks 

“Nothing.” I smile sweetly 

“Mm. Sure.” Her hand cups my cheek, our eyes meet. Hers are unique, golden and tilted, and absolutely mesmerizing. Her thumb brushes across my cheek bone, her eyes drifting down to my lips, and back up to meet mine. My breath catches as her thumb drags across my bottom lip. Her face was so close I could smell the rum from rations earlier, on anyone else it might’ve been obnoxious but on her it was alluring and addicting. And sandalwood, she always seems to smell like sandalwood. It’s become one of my favorite scents. My heart beats faster, and her lips turn up at the corners. Our lips draw closer, bit by bit, until they’re just a hair's width away. I watch her eyes, and hers watch mine, I can see the desire in hers. My lips open slightly and my heads tilt and we meet in a soft and gentle kiss. Her hand cups the back of my neck and her kisses grow firmer. 

I let out an inelegant squeal when her hands grip my hips, shifting me so I’m on her lap, my legs straddling hers. I laugh and my hands meet around the back of her head to play with the hair at the nape of her neck. Her hands drift up and down my sides, before she leans up to kiss me again, our bodies notching perfectly into each other. I moan into her when her hand gently squeezes my ass, and she takes the chance to slip her tongue inside my mouth. I press into her further, and let my nails scratch up and down her back. I love the taste of toasted sugar on her tongue, and the rough, slightly chapped, feeling of her lips. 

There’s a creak of something on deck and I startle, leaning back, suddenly aware of our position and location, “anyone can see us.” I hiss. 

“They can’t see us here.”

“They could find us.” 

“So?” The smirk on her face is frustrating - the last thing I want is to be caught by anyone in this position, I'm still new here. I throw my head back and groan quietly. She takes the chance to lean forward and place gentle kisses on my neck. 

“Tamar.” I whisper, not making any move to stop her. 

“Tell me to stop.” She says, leaning back to meet my gaze. 

I don’t. That’s the last thing I want right now. She goes back to kissing my neck, biting and sucking to leave small bruises I'll bully her into healing after. My hands press on her back, drawing her in closer, and I can swear I feel her smile against me. I let our bodies melt together, and cup her face with my hands, pulling her back up so our lips can meet again. The kisses are soft and comforting, they feel like coming home. Quicker than I can blink, she flips us so i’m underneath her, her hips straddling mine, and my back pressed up against the crates. She winks at me before tracing her hands across the sides of my body, from my hips up around the curve of my breasts. My breath catches and she stands up, extending a hand to me. My jaw drops. 

“We should get back down below.” She says. 

“You’re kidding.” My face is incredulous, she’s going to leave it like this. 

“Nope.” She says with a wink, and I grumble before taking her hand, letting her pull me back up to my feet. 

We walk hand in hand back to our hammocks. “I’m mad at you.” I sigh. 

NADIA WOULD LIKE TO LOOK AT HER GIRLS