They sat face to face, knees brushing underwater, steam curling between them.
Frieren's gaze was calm but hungry, her hand already sliding between Fern’s trembling thighs.
Fern bit her lip, breath catching, as her own fingers reached out — slipping down Frieren’s smooth stomach.
Their eyes locked as they touched each other, slowly at first, then with growing urgency.
The water rippled with every movement, every shiver, every soft gasp.
Fern moaned first, barely audible, her hips twitching forward — needing more.
Frieren leaned in, forehead against Fern’s, her breath hot and uneven.
They came almost together, shaking, gripping each other’s wrists beneath the surface.
No words were needed.
Only the heat of their bodies, and the unspoken tension finally set free.
