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It happened one day after a cruel remark Nicte had thrown Sarah’s way, about how everything she touches gets destroyed.
Sarah knew it was absurd and yet it hit her insecurities, so she made an effort to not let herself come into any physical contact with anyone. Going as far as wearing gloves on her hands.
Tally didn’t need to be a Knower to know where this behavior came from, she had scolded Nicte for saying what she said. One day Tally tried to hug her, but Sarah flinched away, throwing sad eyes at Tally before she hung her head in shame and walked away. Tally had wanted to tell Sarah it wasn’t true, what Nicte had said, but the older woman never let her get close enough to bring it up.
Until one day when Tally did what Tally did best, she stormed into Sarah’s room, slamming the door behind her and startling Sarah from her book on her bed.
“I want you to touch me,” Tally had demanded.
Sarah raised an eyebrow, “Excuse me?”
“I know that what Nicte said to you has gone to your head and now you’re afraid to touch anyone or let yourself be touched. And I’m telling you it’s not true. You can touch me.”
Sarah looked down at her ungloved hands, “I can’t do that, Tally. She was right, everything I touch does get destroyed or hurt. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Tally almost growled at that, “This is not the General Alder I remember, she wouldn’t let someone’s remark tear her down like this.”
“I’m not that woman anymore. Besides I remember clearly being told that woman disappointed you a lot.”
Tally sat at the end of the bed and gave Sarah enough space so as to not scare her way, “Yeah well I’m sure I disappointed you a lot too,” Tally sighed, “You know that what Nicte said isn’t true, she was just being dick.”
“It had some truth to it. You’ve seen some of my past. I…it’s just best if I keep my distance.”
Tally groaned and stood up and moved as close to Sarah as she could get, causing the brunette to fall back against the mattress to try and escape from her personal space being invaded. Tally looked down at her with a fire in her eyes, “Sarah, I need you to touch me. You can destroy me, ruin me, eviscerate me. I don’t care as long as your hands are on me.”
Sarah looked at her with a mixture of fear and lust as they waged a war inside of her, she sat up and reached a handout towards Tally’s face but stopped short before she pulled her hand back but was stopped by Tally reaching out and grasping her hand in her own. And despite Sarah’s weak protests at pulling herself free from the young woman’s grasp, Tally straddled her lap and pushed the woman flat on her back. Sarah was powerful enough to remove her if she wanted, but the sudden contact she had been lacking weighed her into the bed and made her give up the fight.
Tally’s eyes went gentle as she stared down at her, “You will not break me, Sarah. I’m stronger than you know.”
“What if I’m not strong enough? Maybe I’m the one who will break. I don’t know how to be strong with you anymore, Tally.”
Tally cupped her face in her hands which caused Sarah to gasp at the contact, “You don’t have to be strong with me. You can just be you. I won’t break you. And I’ll kick anyone’s ass who tries to hurt you. So please, touch me.”
Sarah hesitantly reached a hand up and then pulled Tally down into a kiss that made them both moan, making Sarah forget her fears of destroying the things she touches. She never wanted to stop touching Tally Craven and she hoped Tally would never stop touching her too.