Phaedra was hot, the steam in the sauna was almost suffocating in its heat.

  Isran was rexed a few feet away from her, eyes closed.

  She was different. The way she moved, the way her eyes didn’t waver, the way she could convey what she wanted to say without doubting herself. Phaedra knew that would transte absolutely beautifully into her combat prowess. It made her love her more.

  Two months of her being gone made that very clear to Phaedra. She loved the tall blonde woman.

  It was so crushing to see her lying there. To be told that she was going in and out of death and that they didn’t know if she was going to wake up. It broke Phaedra. It broke all of them.

  The sauna was mostly unused while Isran was gone. They couldn’t bring themselves to do anything but worry and take care of her. She had spent most of the two months in the temples since if she was left alone she could… Phaedra didn’t want to think about it.

  “You’re staring.”

  Phaedra blinked and couldn’t help the blush that warmed her cheeks. Isran’s confidence was sexy. New but very much not unwelcome.

  Isran cracked an eye open and smiled down at Phaedra, sweat coating her skin.

  “You’re beautiful,” Phaedra whispered slowly drawing closer to her girlfriend.

  “You are beautiful.” Isran smiled and moved closer to her as well. When their shoulders touched Isran brushed some of Phaedra’s hair out of her face. Phaedra leaned into her hand. Her hair had grown longer. She usually kept it at shoulder length, but she couldn’t bring herself to care during the past two months.

  When Phaedra felt tears prick her eyes she cursed internally. Isran had to be tired of her crying.

  Isran’s smile never wavered though. She brushed Phaedra’s tears away, using her other hand to slowly pull her onto her p.

  Phaedra hugged Isran and cried. It was a little more than messy with their wet underwear and sweat but Isran never compined.

  When Phaedra had finally calmed down she looked up at Isran and her breath caught in her throat.

  “Now you’re staring.”

  Isran chuckled lightly at that.

  Phaedra blinked a few times as her eyes lowered to her lips. “C..can I kiss you?”

  “You don’t have to ask to kiss me Phaedra,” Isran whispered back.

  They kissed tenderly, the heat making Phaedra more rexed, the feeling of Isran’s wet skin against hers slowly drove her crazy.

  Isran hummed into her mouth as she took control of the kiss, her hands moved almost hesitantly to the csps of Phaedra’s bra.

  When they split for air Isran rubbed her nose against Phaedra’s and looked into her eyes before whispering. “Can I?”

  Phaedra took in a deep breath and nodded.

  Phaedra had never been self-conscious about her body. She had never found a reason to. But when Isran leaned back to get a better look at her breasts she did very much feel self-conscious.

  Isran pulled her hands away when she lifted them to hide her breasts.

  “Don’t do that. You look amazing.”

  How could Phaedra not believe her? When she had such a sincere look on her face. When she said those words with such certainty.

  Their lips met again in a less chaste kiss. Isran brushed her fingers on the underside of Phaedra’s breasts. She couldn’t help the shiver that went through her at the electrifying contact. Her nipples hardened, and a surprised sound escaped her lips.

  Isran smiled against her lips, inching her hand further up Phaedra’s breast.

  When Isran’s fingers brushed against her nipple Phaedra couldn’t help the second moan that escaped her lips.

  “I … I’ve never done this before.”

  Isran hummed. “We stop whenever you want baby.”

  It was weird hearing the term used as a term of endearment. But Phaedra didn’t let it take her out of the moment. She pushed her breasts into Isran’s palm and sighed in satisfaction when Isran began peppering kisses along her neck.

  Phaedra could also feel Isran’s cock pressing against her ass. Its rigid length felt a bit daunting. Phaedra did want to take the next step with Isran… but she had never done anything of that nature before.

  She had never even touched herself before. When she had mentioned in her letter that Sephia wasn’t a god she had ever prayed to it wasn’t a lie.

  She didn’t think she had ever even mentioned the goddesses name before she met Isran.

  Phaedra yelped in surprise when she felt a light sting on her neck. Isran hummed and licked the assaulted area.

  It felt good, once the initial shock of getting nipped at wore off. Phaedra enjoyed Isran’s light—and sometimes not-so-light—bites and licks.

  Before long she could feel her panties getting wet, and not from her sweat.

  Isran had also begun to rub against her ass. The woman’s hips moved ever so slightly.

  Phaedra experimentally brushed her fingers over Isran’s covered chest. The rger woman hummed into her neck and pulled her closer, her hot breath fanned against Phaedra’s neck.

  “Go at your own pace.” Isran whispered, her lips brushing against Phaedra’s neck.

  Phaedra let out a shaky breath, nervous about touching her girlfriend. Everything was so new to her.

  She slowly removed Isran’s chest bindings, her fingers lightly skirted over the small red marks the material left on her pale skin.

  Isran’s breasts were smaller than hers, but not necessarily small breasts. Though Phaedra hadn’t seen a lot of breast so she couldn’t say too much about that.

  The taller woman had small pink nipples that contrasted with her dark rger ones.

  Phaedra used the bench in the sauna to push herself up till their nipples pressed against each other. Isran’s getting lost in hers.

  Isran hummed at the contact. A strained hum. Her grip on Phaedra tightened as she pulled out of her neck to kiss her lips softly.

  “What do you want me to do?” Isran whispered. Her breath fanning against Phaedra’s lips.

  Phaedra was a nervous wreck inside. Isran’s cock felt so rge against her. She had heard that the first time was not the easiest. ‘Always start small’ was advice she thought was best to go by given Isran's size.

  She hesitated slightly before she whispered. “Your fingers.”

  Isran nudged her nose with hers and slowly moved one of her hands lower on Phaedra’s body.

  “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

  Phaedra nodded. Her voice stolen with the anticipation of Isran touching that part of her no one had ever touched in such a way before, not even herself.

  Isran’s fingers pressed lightly against her underwear, Phaedra couldn’t help but shudder at the contact. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. A sensation she couldn’t begin to properly describe.

  Isran pressed harder, her grip on Phaedra’s waist tighter.

  Phaedra let out a small moan as she rexed into the hold of her girlfriend. The feeling was amazing. She wondered briefly why she had never thought to try before.

  Isran began to move her two fingers pressed against Phaedra’s clit in circles, pressing impossibly firmer.

  A low pressure settled in Phaedra’s lower stomach, she knew what it was, but having never experienced it she hoped she was not wrong.

  Isran moved faster, and the pressure almost felt like she was going to pee, there was an almost unrecognizable difference.

  Her hips were moving almost timidly along with Isran’s hand, increasing the pleasure she was feeling, as well as the pressure building. Her pants were more or less muffled by Isran’s neck, her breathing ragged as she approached the unfamiliar peak.

  When her first ever orgasm hit her, her entire body tensed up. Her thighs clenched almost painfully as she struggled to process the feeling moving through her.

  Phaedra had no idea how long it sted, but when she finally came down from the high Isran rubbed her back gently, her other hand still beneath her, unmoving.

  After a good amount of silence—Phaedra just lying against Isran, her mind still processing what she had just experienced—Isran spoke.

  “How do you feel?”

  Phaedra couldn’t help but smile.

  “Amazing.”

  Isran hummed against her.

  A thought entered Phaedra’s mind at that moment. Isran had taken care of her. It would be unfair if she did not return the favor.

  She sat up on her girlfriend's p. Isran’s eyes were closed but opened when she felt Phaedra move up.

  “I…” She couldn’t help the blush she felt on her cheeks. “… well I…”

  Isran only tilted her head, waiting for Phaedra to say what she wanted.

  Phaedra was slightly frustrated at her patience.

  “I… I want to please you too…” she trailed off at the end, her head lowered and hair shielding the blush on her dark cheeks.

  “Are you sure?”

  Phaedra looked up to see her girlfriend looking at her with a kind smile. “I think that was very intense for you… it’s your first time, I don’t want you to feel like you have to please me.”

  Phaedra’s shoulders rexed. She was a bit scared of going further. She hadn’t even been penetrated but that was so intense. Isran’s understanding smile helped calm her even more.

  “I missed you so much.” She whispered, tears filling her eyes as she gazed into Isran’s eyes.

  The blonde woman wiped her tears away gently. “I will never leave you again.”

  Phaedra knew that was a promise Isran probably couldn’t keep but hearing it was good enough to soothe her. Good enough to make her not think too deeply about the dread that filled her stomach at the thought of losing her girlfriend again.

  The steam had mostly dissipated during their tryst and subsequent tamer moment, the room was no longer steamy, it had become uncomfortably humid instead.

  Isran quietly rose to her feet, Phaedra wrapped around her. Phaedra was a bit surprised that Isran’s bance and strength had gotten so much better but she was not going to compin. It was progress, one step further to leaving that horrid experience behind them.

  Red was on the floor outside the sauna and rose up when they exited the room. It stayed away from them, considering they were dripping with sweat, but still followed them up into the bedroom. After taking separate showers they y in bed, Red draped across both their legs.

  “Isran?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Thank you.”

  Isran was quiet for a bit.

  “Always.”