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[elliesgaymachete]

Vexleth - number 22 (in a rush of adrenaline)

Vex noticed the ambush a split second before it happened. The crunch of dirt underfoot and the twang of drawn bows gave it away. She wasn’t sure how many, but she knew they were outnumbered.

“Keyleth, get down!” was all she could shout before the hail of arrows began.

She shoved Keyleth prone, so most of the arrows missed her, but a few grazed Vex in the process. She drew her own bow.

“What do you think, darling?” Vex muttered. “Should we show them not to underestimate us?”

Keyleth nodded. “Definitely.”

Her form began to shift as she lunged for the nearest archer. Vex smirked, satisfied that Kiki could take care of herself.

Vex sent arrows toward everyone she could see. Most of them went down in one hit, easy. They have must been petty thieves, looking to cut the purses of some unsuspecting looking women. They had know idea what they were getting into.

Vex didn’t bother killing them. She hoped, at least, that this would teach them a lesson.

After she downed four masked figures, she turned to see how Keyleth was faring, only to find a spellcaster towering over her, magic sparkling at their fingertips. She gulped.

Just then, a roar pierced the air as the caster was tackled by a large, predator cat, paws the size of their head, claws out. The figure crumpled to the ground, and as the beast stood, it shifted back into the familiar visage of her friend. Keyleth tripped over the legs of the person she had just knocked prone and stumbled into Vex’s arms.

She looked up, panting heavily, and gave Vex a shy smile.

Gods, she was beautiful.

Vex’s heart pounded in her chest from the rush of battle, but also from the way the sunlight hit Keyleth’s eyes, setting the green irises aflame. Her grip tightened around Keyleth’s waist, her gaze dropped to soft lips.

Keyleth’s eyes grew wide and a blush colored her cheeks. “Vex…” she started. “What are you—?”

Vex cut her off with a swift, lingering kiss. She could hear her own heart thrumming in her ears, she could feel Keyleth’s pulse thrumming under her fingertips, she could taste the sweat on her lips.

When they broke apart, Keyleth was still panting, but it wasn’t from the fight this time.

“Vex’ahlia,” she whispered, as she anxiously fiddled with a strap of armor on Vex’s chest. “What was that for?”

Vex shrugged. “I wanted to,” she admitted.

Keyleth’s eyes were still wide and her mouth hung open in shock. She didn’t say anything for a moment, and Vex hastily began to pull up her own walls again.

“Is that a problem?” she added, with just a bit too much defensive contempt. Vex felt a little guilty for lashing out, but this seemed to snap Keyleth out of her daze. She blinked.

“No,” Keyleth said quickly. She wrapped a hand around the back of Vex’s neck, brushed a thumb across the line of her jaw, and smiled. “No. No problem at all. I liked—er—you can do it again. If you want.”

Vex couldn’t help but chuckle at Keyleth’s nervous mannerisms. She brushed a red lock out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. She let her hand linger and gently cupped her cheek.

“As you wish.”

This time, as Vex leaned in, Keyleth stood on her tip toes and met her lips in the middle.