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Sunlight fell through the window, making Alisa’s hair shine. Rosalyne sat on her desk, watching her work. It was peaceful. Save for a slight tremble in the Tsaritsa's hand. She had been working all day.
Rosalyne sighed and reached for her hand. “My love. You're exhausted.”
“Doesn't matter,” Alisa answered and continued to write. Her stubbornness was a problem Rosalyne didn't like. It caused her to stay awake for days, even if she and Karl tried to force her to sleep. She hopped off the desk and sank to her knees in front of her.
“It does. How many times will we discuss this?” Rosalyne asked and took her hands, gently bringing them to her lips.
“I don't have time-”
“Your health is more important than documents and reports,” Rosalyne cut off, squeezing her hands tighter. Finally, Alisa took her gaze off the papers to look down on her. A cold hand touched her cheek.
“Alright…” she whispered and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You're very distracting anyways.”
“Good. You need some distractions lest you work yourself to death,” Rosalyne said, smiling up at her. The look in her goddesses eyes changed slightly.
“Distract me then,” she murmured before cupping her cheeks to kiss her properly. Rosalyne hummed against her lips, carefully standing to lift her up. Alisa let her take her from the chair. Without breaking the kiss she walked them to the couch, lightly holding her against the armrest.
“Will this do for a distraction, Your Majesty?” Rosalyne whispered. Alisa nodded slightly, tugging at her shoulder for another kiss. Though it was more smile than kiss.
“I love you,” Alisa said, kissing her face anywhere she could reach. When the black mask stopped her she hesitated to lift it off. “May I?”
“Yes,” was the only answer she got. Rosalyne closed her eyes when she took it off. Gently she traced the scar before giving it a small kiss. The white eye always seemed to watch her even though she knew it was blind.
“Pretty,” Alisa stated while cupping her cheeks, earning a clear laugh. Rosalyne took her wrists and pinned them at her side. For a moment she could only study her. Hair neatly braided around her head, clear blue eyes staring at her and soft snow pale skin. She was the image of perfection.
“I thought I was meant to distract you, not the other way around,” she said playfully, leaning in close enough for their noses to touch. Alisa rolled her eyes and kissed her. The kiss deepened, Rosalyne pressed down on top of her. Lightly she licked her lower lip, prying them open for their tongues to meet. She pressed her knee between her thighs, delighted by the little sound that was lost in their kiss. Rendering the Tsaritsa powerless was something the witch would've wanted, but her desire would be to make her beg for mercy not to be touched.
When they parted she turned her attention to her jaw. Slowly she kissed down to her neck. Alisa tilted her head, tugging a hand free from her grasp to tangle it in her hair. Gently she bit the soft skin under her lips, making her jolt in surprise. The first time they'd been together she had trembled, not wanting to hurt her precious snowflake. Now she could do exactly what she wanted without fault.
“Stop or no?” she asked against her neck. She knew the answer already, but she would always ask.
“Not a chance,” Alisa answered softly, running her fingers through her hair. With a small smile she continued to kiss and bite her neck, reveling in the gasps and stutters of her name she let out. Slowly she started to undo her dress.
Without warning the door flew open. In a second Rosalyne had ripped away and was on her feet. Alisa had covered her mouth in surprise, cheeks red in embarrassment where she sat on the couch.
“What do you want? Has no one taught you how to knock?” Rosalyne bit out, staring at Childe in the doorway. For a painfully long moment the room was completely silent as he looked between them. Then a laugh escaped him.
“And you say I'm bad?” he wheezed between chuckles. Carefully he wiped a tear and met Rosalyne’s rageful gaze.
“I will impale your heart for your disrespect towards Her Majesty,” she said coldly, crossing her arms impatiently. Mentally she kicked herself, of course the door had been unlocked.
“I'm not the one leaving marks on her!” he drawled, casting a look at Alisa, who was staring at the floor. The red on her neck contrasted her snow pale skin. A few strands of hair had escaped her braid.
“Get out,” Rosalyne snapped, her patience running out. An ice shard appeared in her hand, gleaming in the soft light of the sun, pointing at his throat.
He raised his hands dramatically in mock surrender. “But I had something to say!”
“Spit it out or leave.” He scratched the back of his head thoughtfully, looking anywhere but the angry glare Rosalyne was giving him.
After another moment of silence she grabbed his arm and pushed him towards the door. She leaned in close to his ear. “Next time you won't leave with a head.”
“Let me think, damn, woman!” he protested, trying to stop her from casting him out. She shook her head and gave him a final push out before slamming the door in his face. Quickly she locked it and turned around with a sigh.
“I remembered! Let me in!” he yelled on the other side, banging slightly on the ice. With a frustrated groan he kicked the door, hard. Immediate regret showed on his face when a stabbing pain shot through his toe.
“Fuck off,” she answered, walking back to Alisa who still looked startled by the interruption. “I'm going to kill him.”
“That seems a bit extreme,” Alisa said, reaching for her. Intertwining their fingers, she sat down and pressed a kiss to the god's temple.
“He deserves it at this point,” she said with a sigh. Carefully she pulled her onto her lap and brushed a little hair out of her face. She traced her lips with a finger, making her giggle.
“Forget about him for now, my dearest, he means no harm,” Alisa whispered and gently locked their lips together once more. “Besides, you should finish what you started, don't you think?”