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Shyvana always liked the gentle pressure of Sarah lying on top of her.
She still didn’t feel quite like she understood the appeal, admittedly—Sarah insisted that it was comfortable, but Shyvana was under no delusions about how different her body was compared to full-blooded humans. Everywhere that was soft and supple on Sarah was tough and armored on Shyvana. Hard, unyielding scale over impenetrable draconic hide couldn’t possibly be comfortable to even curl up against, let alone to drape oneself over the way Sarah loved to do.
Sarah, as if hearing the idle thoughts swirling in Shyvana’s mind, tucked herself even closer, nuzzling her cheek sleepily against the thick plating of her pectorals. Shyvana lowered her head to press a gentle kiss to the tousled curls.
“I thought you were asleep,” Shyvana murmured, voice buzzing with the gentle purr that rumbled through her chest. She couldn’t ever help it when it came to Sarah. She wasn’t sure she’d ever purred so much in her life before now.
Sarah hummed softly, turning to press her lips against Shyvana’s chest, the sensation muted through the scale. “Was,” she whispered sleepily. She yawned, bringing up one knee to throw her thigh over the other side of Shyvana’s hip, splaying herself more comfortably across Shyvana’s front. Shyvana let a free hand roam up to the back of Sarah’s thigh, running the pads of her fingers over the soft, bare skin, just because she could. She felt the curve of Sarah’s smile against her chest. “Kinda just dozing in and out. You’re comfy.”
And Shyvana chuckled at that, as she always did. “Not really.”
“Hmm... Wrong.” She was already slipping back into that same half-sleep lull.
Shyvana hooked a careful claw beneath a few stray strands of red spilling over Sarah’s face, delicately carding the locks back behind Sarah’s ear. She liked seeing her face. Especially like this, the usual serious crease of worry in her brow and jaw coaxed into smooth neutrality.
“Baby,” Sarah whined, petulant. She reached up, lazily curling her fingers against the scutes on Shyvana’s bicep.
“Mm?”
“Can you scratch my back?”
“Course.” Shyvana splayed her palm over the small of Sarah’s back, rubbing sympathetically. “Where is the itch?”
She felt the little giggle more than she heard it. “Not that kind of scratch, Shyv.”
“Uh?”
Sarah squirmed aside just enough to prop herself up on an elbow, peering down at Shyvana with gentle amusement. “Not actual like scratching-an-itch type scratching, more just like...” Sarah squinted for a moment as she scanned over Shyvana’s body beneath her, considering. “With your claws, but like this.”
Sarah brought a gentle hand to Shyvana’s bicep, brushing just the very tips of her fingers, her nails, down the inside of Shyvana’s arm, along the unguarded interior of her elbow, down her forearm, tracing gently down to her wrist. Reversed course, then, trailing featherlight back up her arm, nails skirting over the pebbly scale, the tender hinge of her elbow, the toughened hide of her bicep. Again. Up and down, slow and methodical, trailing shivers of lightning along Shyvana’s skin until the sensation compounded into too much and Shyvana outright shuddered.
Blinked hard. Lifted her arm with a bemused chirrup, regarding the limb with mild suspicion even as Sarah giggled aloud at her bewilderment.
“What in the world?” Shyvana muttered, turning her arm back and forth. She’d been touched on the arms more than any other part of her body, but never had she had such a peculiar reaction as to wonder if they were somehow an erogenous zone like that.
“See? It just feels nice,” Sarah provided, a fond smile curling at her lips. “Think you can handle it?”
“Y—” There was a hoarseness to her voice that hadn’t been there before. Shyvana cleared it from her throat. “Yeah. I can do that.”
Sarah only smiled and laid back down across Shyvana’s front, snuggling in close. Dutiful as ever, Shyvana brought a hand back to the broad, bare expanse of Sarah’s back. Curled her fingers, careful, careful, and trailed the very tips of her shiny black claws from shoulder to hip. The effect was nearly instant, Sarah shivering pleasantly atop her with a sharp exhale.
Still—“Like that?” Shyvana whispered, already running her claws tenderly up her spine again, feathering over the warm skin.
Sarah gave a long, low hum, every bit as pleased as she was sleepy now. “Perfect.” She craned her head up, reaching up to thread her fingers into the sunset red of Shyvana’s hair, curling into her mane and tugging until Shyvana leaned down to give her the kiss she was clearly looking for. Sarah was smiling at the end of it, eyes hooded with content. “You spoil me.”
Shyvana’s tail thumped a single time against the floor, pleased beyond words Shyvana could think to string together in the moment. “You are easy to spoil,” she finally settled on, warmth on her tongue. She brushed her claws up Sarah’s back again. Down again. “Go back to sleep, my lovely. I will still be here when you wake.”
Sarah said nothing aloud, but her breath slowed into contentment between them.