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Seyka murmured something against Aloy's mouth—something teasing, Aloy vaguely thought—but the words dissolved into the heat between them. She managed a distracted "Mm-hm," because honestly, she didn't know if Seyka was challenging her or complimenting her, and right then, she didn't care. The only thing that mattered was the thrill that rushed up her spine as the grip around her waist tightened with every push and pull of her hips.
A hand reached up, fingers cradling Aloy's jaw, thumb resting beneath her chin. Blunt teeth nipped at Aloy's lip as she was pushed back the barest inch.
"You're not listening to a word I'm saying, are you?" Seyka murmured.
Aloy rocked down onto the toy that was strapped to Seyka's hips. "N-not in the slightest."
Seyka tsked and tilted her head to drag hot, open-mouthed kisses along the line of her jaw. "I said that I want a rematch," she huffed into the skin just below Aloy's ear, her teeth following quickly after to punctuate the statement.
But Seyka's words were nearly lost in the haze of Aloy's mind. Her thoughts had turned syrupy a long while ago, somewhere between the moment their machines finally touched down in Meridian for the city's annual celebration and the door to their apartment slamming shut.
"Rematch?" Aloy said, breathless and distracted as she braced herself against Seyka's shoulders, thighs burning as she continued to ride her. "Rematch of—oh fuck—of what?"
Seyka's hands moved, one clamping down tightly around her hips, pinning her in place, and the other abandoning her chin to coil into the sweaty locks at the nape of her neck, tugging until her scalp stung. She kept pulling until Aloy had no choice but to let her neck go loose, letting Seyka take control, tilting her face away from the heat of their skin.
"I need you to concentrate for me now, Aloy," Seyka said. Her eyes glowed in the nearby lanterns, smoldering like coals.
"Concentrate on—?" Aloy broke off, mouth parting soundlessly as Seyka pulled her hair again. The light prickling of pain against her scalp turned into pleasure and the strength of Seyka's fingers clutching at her sent heat tearing through Aloy's nerves, until it settled hot and heavy alongside the stretch of her cunt around the dildo. She had to fight for a moment to hold onto her train of thought, to keep the words flowing past her lips. "I need to—need to concentrate on what?"
She wanted to grind her hips down into Seyka's, to chase her own pleasure in her lap, but the strong arm around her hips was as immovable as a steel band, keeping her hips locked in place against her. She clamped her lips down around a whine before it could escape.
"I want to play a game," Seyka practically purred, voice slow and thick as honey, sweet on Aloy's ears.
It took a moment for things to click into place in Aloy's mind, for her to register the exact same words Seyka had uttered one year ago to the date.
"This is a game all about rewards," Seyka had said back then. And how could Aloy ever forget that? The weight of Seyka's palm against her thigh in the middle of the tavern had been seared into her memory for good that day.
Aloy took too long to answer. A low, impatient sound rumbled in the back of Seyka's throat, and then the walls around them blurred as Seyka rolled, pinning Aloy into the fancy Carja silks of their bed. The toy slipped out of her as she was shoved down, leaving her empty and bereft, a chill washing over her in its absence.
"Seyka," Aloy groaned impatiently, "you are completely insufferable. Can we talk about this in like, ten minutes?"
"No, I want to talk about this now."
Seyka's hands closed around Aloy's wrists in a way that was both startling and familiar. In one smooth motion, she guided her arms up, stretching them over Aloy's head until they rested against the cool fabric of the ruffled pillows. The shift in position sent a ripple of awareness through Aloy's chest. It wasn't fear, not exactly, it was more like a sort of alertness that came when she had surrendered without even thinking about it.
Tension built in her chest and hollowed out her breaths into impatient, needy noises. She tried to grind up into Seyka, but the angle was all wrong for it. The hold that she had on Aloy's wrists had her well and truly pinned.
After years of martial training and backbreaking work on a ship, Seyka's grip was impossible to break. Not that Aloy wanted to, but the thrill of attempting to wiggle free and being held fast was unmistakable. To be completely at Seyka's mercy… it worsened the want that was steadily growing within her and it made her mind go blissfully blank until the only thing she could think of was Seyka, Seyka, Seyka.
If only Seyka wanted to do something other than talk.
"Okay, your game," Aloy huffed. The faster she got this conversation over with, the faster she could come. Hopefully. "You want to play it again?"
Seyka hummed happily in the back of her throat now, her eyes narrowing into pleased slits as she smiled. Her thumbs slowly stroked along the soft skin of Aloy's wrists, where her pulse thundered beneath the thin flesh. "Yes. It was fun, wanting to touch you and not being allowed. And it was even more fun knowing you wanted to touch me just as badly."
Aloy harrumphed. "I wouldn't say that. I lasted the entire week, didn't I?"
Seyka leaned down, pressing more of her weight into Aloy's wrists. Their noses brushed together. Aloy's eyes slid closed and her lips parted in anticipation of a kiss that never came. Instead, she received a sharp bite to the spot beneath her ear.
"I'm betting that you won't last this time," Seyka teased despite Aloy glaring up at her. "Do we need any new ground rules?"
"No. Same thing as last year—no touching. First person to touch the other loses." Aloy said quickly, trying to get through everything so they could get back on with what they were doing. She wriggled impatiently in the hope that Seyka would get the hint to finish what she had started.
No luck.
"And when should we start? Now?"
Aloy snapped her teeth along the cord of muscle that shaped Seyka's shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark. "Don't you even think about it."
Seyka's gasp was loud, but she finally—finally—got the hint, and shifted her hips closer, releasing one of Aloy's wrists so she could guide the tip of the cock through soaked curls, back to the heat between Aloy's legs. The slow stretch as Seyka pushed back into her was a perfect sort of torture.
Aloy had been right on the edge before Seyka had flipped them, everything between her legs hot and tight, sparkling like the glow of the lanterns in Seyka's eyes. The sweetness of it quickly built back into something big, something impossible to contain. Rough fingertips danced along the firm ridge of her clit with sharp snaps like electricity sparking at her core, drawing tight circles as Seyka thrust into her. She fucked Aloy the way she had done dozens of times, hundreds of times already, hips rolling in practiced strokes to batter against that perfect spot against her front wall.
But it was the promise of their game, of the anticipation that awaited them both so soon that finally sent Aloy flying over the edge with a bitten off moan. Seyka rocked and stroked until every last shiver within Aloy had stilled and she laid there, boneless and spent, staring up at the rafters with half-lidded eyes.
Seyka's voice sounded far away, yet still impossibly smug, as she said, "We'll start our game in the morning—what do you think?"
Aloy held up her hand in a shaky thumbs up.
What did she just get herself into?
The first full day of their game went about as well as Aloy had anticipated.
She expected most of Seyka's tricks by now—the sleeveless shirts to expose the cut of her arms, the way she would lean in close enough for her breath to brush against Aloy's jaw, staring at her with dark eyes like she wanted to devour her—but the thing that put the first chip in her defenses was as innocuous as it was annoying.
The pillow wall was back.
It was absurd how a couple of overstuffed pillows being wedged down the center of the bed like some sort of smug, quilted fortress could pack such a blow to her self control.
Aloy glared at the pillows with the sort of glare she usually reserved for a particularly stubborn Thunderjaw. "Is that really necessary?"
Seyka was seated in front of the vanity, her back to Aloy, wearing only a pair of tight shorts that clung to her ass and thighs like they had been painted on. No shirt, no breastband—just the smooth line of her spine and the subtle shift of her shoulder blades as she reached up to pull the tie from her hair. Dark strands spilled down in a slow, silken cascade, catching the light like ink poured over molten bronze.
Aloy wanted to cross the room. She wanted to stand behind her, gather all that hair in her hands to expose that spot on her neck that revealed itself each time she stretched after taking off her armor. Where strong, twisting cords of muscle shifted under soft skin where her neck met her shoulder. Aloy wanted to sink her teeth in, wanted to feel Seyka stiffen then relax, wanted to hear her let out a soft little oh. She wanted to leave a mark there for everyone to see.
She suppressed the urge. Her teeth felt tight, itchy, too large for her mouth when she thought about how Seyka always gasped when she pressed kisses there before. How she would arch into her touch. Aloy so desperately wanted to hear her say, "Bite me," in the dark beneath the sheets, breathy, ragged, naked and wanting and completely undone.
"Is what necessary?"
It took Aloy a moment longer than usual to remember her original gripe.
"The stupid wall of pillows that you insist on having in bed with us."
"Well, you nearly crawled over it last year. So, yes. I'd say it's necessary." She caught Aloy's eye in the mirror, a small smile curling the edge of her lips. "Unless you'd like to call it quits early? And let me win on the first night?"
Aloy blew a raspberry. "No," she huffed, "I was just giving you the opportunity to yield to me, to save yourself all the agony and admit I've already won."
Seyka snorted and began to comb through her hair, slow and unhurried, but Aloy caught the faintest twitch at the corner of her mouth in her reflection. "You? Win? That's cute."
Aloy tilted her head, letting her voice drop into something almost conspiratorial. "Just think about it. You get to stop pretending you're not tempted. I get to stop pretending I'm not plotting ways to dismantle that wall. Everyone wins."
Seyka finally turned to face her, arms crossed, hair spilling over one shoulder. "You're assuming I'm tempted."
"Oh, I'm not assuming. I'm counting on it," Aloy said, a grin pulling at the edge of her lips.
Seyka snorted for a second time and turned back to the mirror, picking up where she left off with her combing, but Aloy wasn't quite finished.
She started with the buttons of her silk shirt, a flashy and expensive piece that Seyka had bought for her at the market earlier in the day.
"To keep a pretty little thing like you cool in this heat," she had said with a flirty wink and a flash of her smile.
Aloy had wanted to climb her like a tree, right then and there, in front of everyone. But now, she would use the same shirt to hopefully turn the tables onto Seyka.
She reached up and unclasped the very first button, letting out a small huff as she did to snag Seyka's attention. Sure enough, her eyes caught Aloy's in the mirror's muted glass for a fraction of a second before they flickered away again, hands continuing to busy themselves with the comb.
Well, that just wouldn't do.
She freed another button, and then the next, one by one, slowly and methodically, until the shirt fluttered open around her waist and slipped down her shoulders. She tossed it to the side, the sound of the cloth thumping to the floor causing Seyka's spine to straighten. Seyka's head tilted just a bit to the side, as though keeping an ear out for more.
Aloy thought about giving her something to listen to, much like the previous year, where they touched themselves in front of each other. But it was only the first night, and Aloy didn't think she would be able to make it through an entire week with just her own hands for company. But that didn't stop her from following it up with her breastband, which she hardly managed to unwind without tearing it to shreds, before it was tossed aside to join her shirt on the floor.
However, now that she was here, half naked in the center of their room, nipples pebbling beneath the open air, she wasn't quite sure what was next. Her pants would be a logical first guess, but Seyka still hadn't quite turned around to watch. And Aloy wanted her to watch. Wanted to have those eyes pinned on her, wanted to watch as black pupils expanded to swallow the deep brown of her iris. She wanted Seyka to close the distance between them, to reach, to touch.
She wanted Seyka to give in.
Aloy could almost imagine the way Seyka would pull her closer. The feel of her grasping fingers tight against her hips, the hot drag of blunt nails over her skin. How she would push her hand beneath Aloy's waistband and through the curls between her legs before she would finally shove her pants down and off. She wanted Seyka to sink to her knees in front of the vanity, to scrape her teeth along the pale flesh of her breasts as she went, to lick and mouth at her cunt until neither of them had any breath left to spare.
But they still had six more days. Six more days, and she was already this worked up.
Aloy couldn't hold back the sound that escaped her at the thought even if she tried—she whimpered.
The speed with which Seyka turned around nearly sent her tumbling off the stool that she sat on.
"Aloy," Seyka said slowly, making sure to carefully enunciate each letter in her name, "what are you doing?"
"Getting ready for bed," Aloy said, only a tiny bit breathless from her racing heart. "What are you doing?"
Seyka's knuckles nearly went white around the comb as her eyes raked over Aloy's half-dressed form. The air felt heavier the moment her gaze found Aloy, like the oppressive, desert sun pressing against bare skin. She watched as Seyka's pupils widened until they swallowed the warm brown of her irises, as if she was watching night spill into day, slow and unstoppable. Exactly the thing Aloy had wanted to see.
She then leaned back in her seat, making a show of getting comfortable. "Watching you get ready for bed apparently," she answered.
Heat pooled in the space between them, invisible and undeniable, burning away the last lingering embarrassment of her accidental whimper. Seyka made a vague little gesture, a motion for Aloy to keep going, as she brought the comb back up to her own hair.
It started as a hum beneath Aloy's skin, small and sharp and electric. The kind of prickle she got when she knew she was being watched, but this was heavier, hotter. It made her want to continue to fan the flames.
If Seyka wanted a show, then Aloy would be more than happy to give her one.
"Hm, it's still a little hot in here," Aloy murmured just loud enough for Seyka to hear, as if that was the sole explanation for why she was about to continue stripping down in front of her partner.
Seyka arched an eyebrow, leaning back even further in her seat. "Oh, I'm sure it is," she murmured, her voice dripping with mock innocence.
Aloy then began to idly fiddle with the ties that held her pants about her waist. She took her time revealing her bare legs, a slow and arduous thing where Seyka was forced to watch the reveal of thigh, then knee, then calf with all the focus of a woman on the hunt.
She had been aiming for smooth and slow, except she tripped a little bit when she tried to kick her pants to the side, and suddenly she was doing an awkward one-legged hop to keep from falling directly on her face. The burn of an embarrassed blush curled over her cheekbones and throat. Seyka's laugh burst out, warm and unrestrained, but her eyes never lost that molten focus.
"Be careful," she teased with a tilt of her head, smile flashing in the lamplight. "I wouldn't want to be the one to explain that injury to the healers."
Aloy stood up straight and planted her hands on her hips in an attempt at reclaiming some swagger. "I was going for dangerous unpredictability."
Seyka barked a short laugh as she let her eyes sweep over Aloy in a way that made her skin buzz, her hands still moving infuriatingly slow through her hair. "You know, there's something about watching you try so hard to be smooth—and failing—that's ridiculously attractive."
It was Aloy's turn to laugh now. "So you're saying I should keep tripping over my clothes?"
Seyka didn't blink as she quickly shot back with, "I'm saying that if you keep looking at me like that while you do it, I might not let you finish."
The air between them tightened, laughter still lingering, but now wrapped in something heavier, something magnetic.
"Well," Aloy drawled, suddenly serious, "let me fix that for you. We can't have you losing at your own game already."
Her brows lifted, curiosity sparking, but Aloy didn't give her the satisfaction of seeing her expression. She turned around, deliberately slow, letting Seyka's view shift from her smirk to her back.
The silence behind her was thick. There was no more laughter now, just the sound of Seyka's breath, steady but deeper than before.
Got her.
She tucked her thumbs into the waistband of her tight undershorts next. She had to shimmy a bit to work them over her hips, but then she bent over, smoothly sliding the garment down her thighs, reaching all the way to her ankles where she—carefully, this time—stepped free of them. A discrete peek over her shoulder showed that Seyka's dark eyes were completely transfixed on the curve of her ass, and that her hand had stilled mid-stroke through her hair, the comb pausing long enough to betray her distraction.
Aloy planted her palms against her knees and subtly, shamelessly arched her back as she slowly straightened once more, making sure to keep a careful eye on the twitch of her partner's fingers. She threw her shorts to the side with a flourish to join the remainder of her clothing, though Seyka didn't even seem to notice. She was entirely focused on the freckle-dusted expanse of Aloy's lower back, where Aloy knew her own skin was soft and two tiny dimples flanked either side of her spine. The charming little hollows sat nestled in the small of her back, perfectly positioned for Seyka's thumbs, as they both knew by now.
The glow of the nearby lantern was faint, but a trembling halo caught in the depths of Seyka's eyes, turning them into pools of endless shadows. It gave her gaze a weight to it that Aloy could feel—could feel how it pressed against her skin, tracing the slope of her shoulders, the line of her spine, the play of light along the curve of her ribcage. Aloy's heart kicked up, something leaping and swooping in her stomach at the way Seyka's gaze melted into her.
She raised her arms above her head as she continued to straighten, rocking up onto the very tips of her toes and into a long stretch, making sure to tighten the muscles of her ass and thighs just the way Seyka liked. Then she moaned, loose pleasure from the stretch expressed on the ragged edge of a sigh.
Seyka fumbled the comb.
It landed with a loud, rattling clack against the vanity.
"Aloy," Seyka said, a low threat in her voice, "you are such a tease, it's unbearable."
Aloy fell back down to her heels with a satisfied grunt. She tossed a cheeky smile over her shoulder. Having Seyka's undivided attention on her was addicting, and it had her heart beating a bruise into her breastbone.
"It sounds like I'm not the only one that needs that pillow wall now," she teased.
Seyka swallowed heavily, and the bob of her throat was mesmerizing. Aloy wanted to test the edge of her teeth along it.
The space between them became its own living thing, a taut thread stretched so tight it almost sang. Every second Seyka didn't touch Aloy made the air feel thicker, her skin more aware of itself. Aloy could imagine Seyka's fingertips hovering just above her, close enough to stir the heat but never close enough to close the gap.
It was intoxicating, knowing she wanted to, knowing that Aloy wanted her to, and yet knowing that neither of them would break first. Not on the first night. Their restraint was a fuse, burning slow, winding toward something inevitable.
As Aloy crossed the room to the bed—making sure to pass by so close to Seyka that she could feel the warmth radiating off of her skin, Seyka's eyes dark and hungry as she watched her go—she had the distinct feeling that there would be a loser this year.
And she was going to try her damnedest to make sure it was Seyka.
Seyka very quickly upped the ante.
She knew that Aloy was going to spend the entire morning helping Talanah officiate the first round of competitors in the Lodge's sparring competition. She knew that Aloy would come thumping into the apartment, tired and covered in dirt and sunburnt all the way up to her ears.
And in turn, Aloy knew that Seyka was going to do everything in her power to win their game, especially after her little stunt the night before.
So when she hurriedly pushed into their apartment to escape the relentless desert sun, and was greeted with the sight of Seyka leisurely lounging on the couch, one arm slung proudly over the backrest, she quickly realized she was going to be in trouble.
Especially once she caught a glimpse of what Seyka was hiding in those pants.
Really, Aloy should have been expecting this, especially after the not-so-little surprise Seyka had for her last year.
The bulge between Seyka's legs was satisfyingly obvious. Aloy knew that Seyka sometimes packed—she carried herself differently when she did, was more confident, seemed more at home in her skin—but this wasn't for herself this time. Not with the way she currently sat, with her legs sprawled wide so her pants stretched tight over her crotch, one wrist resting against her inner thigh, thumb slowly tracing the seam of her pants, and that hot spark in her eyes. This was a show meant for Aloy's eyes only.
Well, Aloy wasn't going to fall for it.
No matter how badly she wanted to climb into her lap, to feel strong hands settling at her waist and thighs. No matter how badly she wanted to press their mouths together and taste whatever storm Seyka had been keeping behind her teeth. No matter how badly she wanted to rock her hips into her lap.
Nope, she wasn't following that train of thought anymore.
"Well, hello there, Sunwing," Seyka greeted her. She smiled like the sun, so brightly and so innocently, as if she wasn't currently packing hard beneath her stupidly tight pants.
Aloy swallowed heavily as she watched Seyka's thumb run over the straining seam of her pants again. She wanted to kiss her, wanted to lick her way into Seyka's mouth, wanted to sink to her knees between those spread thighs, wanted to leave a trail of purple marks all the way down her chest to her waistband.
She rubbed her hand over her mouth. Her lips burned just thinking about it. Just from thinking about wrapping them around—
"Do you wear that thing everywhere?" Aloy choked out in lieu of chasing down the rest of that thought.
Seyka shrugged, seeming to expect the brusque reply, a cocky smirk curling the edge of her mouth. "Everywhere that matters." She wiggled her eyebrows in a way that made Aloy chuckle a bit despite the serious ache building between her thighs.
But then Seyka was standing up, on the prowl, long legs gracefully unfolding as she stalked forward like a predator searching for its next meal. Aloy's laugh quickly died in her throat. She walked differently when she packed, too. She held herself a bit taller, with a lower center of gravity, a sort of broad-shouldered confidence that she always had, but somehow more. More confident. Steadier in her skin.
And definitely even sexier, which was a problem when Seyka had her in her sights.
She circled Aloy, slowly, her socked feet silent on the wooden floorboards, the way a shadow might stalk the edge of a candle's light. Seyka's eyes never left her, two dark moons pulling at the tide of Aloy's pulse.
At first, Aloy didn't realize what she was doing. Seyka's steps were casual, almost lazy, her gaze drifting over her like she was nothing more than a mildly boring wall hanging. But every time Seyka stepped another inch closer, Aloy unwittingly stepped back, subconsciously keeping the distance like it was the only thing keeping her upright.
"Where are you running off to?" Seyka remarked, her stride still slow and deliberate. The smile that played along the edge of her lips made Aloy's chest tighten.
"Me?" Aloy squeaked. Seyka's eyes glittered at the sound. "N-nowhere, I'm not going anywhere." She kept retreating, telling herself she was in control, that she could resist the temptation—until her shoulders hit something solid.
The door.
Before Aloy could think about her newest predicament, Seyka's palms slammed down on either side of her head, caging her in. The sound of her hands against the solid wood was sharp, final. She leaned in just enough for her breath to ghost across Aloy's cheek, and the scent of her skin—warm and spiced, completely maddening—wrapped around her like a net.
"Caught you," she murmured, her voice dripping with triumph.
Aloy swallowed hard, forcing a smirk she didn't quite feel. Heat seemed to radiate out from Seyka's body until it was all she could feel, the fine hairs along the length of her arms reaching out to meet her. Aloy pressed herself even further into the door, her hands twitching at her sides, fighting the urge to reach out.
"Caught me? Sure. But you still can't touch me," Aloy pointed out.
"No," Seyka assented with a dip of her head, "but that doesn't mean I can't touch myself, right here, in front of you."
Every nerve in Aloy's body was screaming to close that last inch—she didn't want to watch Seyka touch herself, it was supposed to be Aloy's hands all over her—but she stayed still, clinging to the thin thread of self restraint, even as it frayed in her own hands.
Seyka reached down to casually adjust herself through her pants. It was uncouth and it was crass—it would have had Aloy wrinkling her nose and turning away if she had seen anyone else do it. But with Seyka… Aloy licked her lips at the way her hand looked around the shape of it. She wondered if her lips would look just as good as they slid along Seyka's cock, as she dredged up a memory of the way it felt against her cheek and at the back of her throat, of the way Seyka would gasp with pleasure as she sucked her off.
How long would Seyka be able to last against the onslaught of her swirling tongue and her swollen lips? And when Seyka was done with her mouth, would she spread Aloy open with her cock and fuck her until they were both sweat-slicked and boneless and sated? The aching between her legs became more insistent the more she thought about it.
Her pulse hammered in her ears, hot and starving. Blood surged through her veins like fire licking up a dead tree, and not for the first time, Aloy wondered how a body could feel too small for its own desire.
It was becoming too much, too fast.
The real question was how long would Aloy last if she had to sit here and watch Seyka get herself off?
The answer was embarrassingly easy to come by: exactly zero seconds.
She needed a way out of here.
Aloy fumbled behind her with one hand, desperately searching for the doorknob. She twisted awkwardly, trying to keep her shoulders from brushing Seyka's, until she found it—and accidentally bumped it hard enough to unlatch it. The door gave way with a sudden swing, and Aloy tumbled backward in the least graceful way possible, with her arms flailing, legs kicking, and a startled yelp escaping before she could clamp her teeth down around it. She landed squarely on her ass with a thump that was loud enough to echo off the stone walls of the surrounding buildings, and nearly cracked her skull against the paving stone.
For a moment, Seyka just stood there, frozen in the doorframe. Then her facade cracked like glass and she burst into laughter, boisterous and untamed, the kind that made her nearly double over and clutch the frame for balance.
"Aloy!" Seyka blurted in between gasps for air, a second loud laugh ripping itself out of her chest. "Tides take me, are you alright?"
Aloy groaned, almost wishing that she had actually hit her head, if only to keep the hot blush from spreading down her throat. She rubbed her tailbone. "Define 'alright,' because my ass is killing me."
Seyka grinned down at her, still chuckling. "I'd offer to help with the pain but you might have to wait until the end of the week for that."
Aloy grumbled to herself as she thought about the sort of "help" that Seyka would offer for a sore ass.
Nothing good accompanied that train of thought, obviously. She stayed on the ground, sprawled on her back, watching the clouds lazily drift overhead as she lamented her predicament.
"Okay, come on, get back in here before the neighbors start getting nosy," Seyka said.
"Are you going to keep Little Seyka tucked away in your pants?" Aloy asked with a defeated huff. "Or is she going to make an appearance later tonight?"
Seyka made an impatient little noise. "You know I hate when you call it that. Now quit pouting and get in here. I'll make us dinner if you're quick about it."
Aloy just sighed before finally sitting up.
This was going to be a long week.