Day 5: Injured/Post-Battle Sex | ‘Thank God Your Alive’ Sex

Day 5: Injured/Post-Battle Sex | 'Thank God Your Alive' Sex

The aftermath of the battle still hung in the air like a storm that had passed but left destruction in its wake. The halls of Fort Salem were eerily quiet, the usual bustle replaced by the heavy silence of recovery, of survivors tending to their wounds. Tally moved through the corridors, her heart racing, her mind replaying the moment she saw Sarah Alder get struck down on the battlefield.

The image was burned into her memory—she had seen Sarah die. General Alder who had lived over three-hundred years had been brought down by the Spree, but she hadn't died. And now Tally needed to see her. Needed to feel her hands on the General's shoulders, reassure herself that it hadn't been her imagination. The moment the battle was over, she had rushed to find Sarah, ignoring the healing witches' advice to rest. Now, standing outside Sarah's private quarters, her hand hovered over the door for just a second before she pushed it open, heart pounding.

Inside, the room was dimly lit, the scent of herbs and healing magic lingering in the air. Sarah sat on the edge of her bed, her back straight, though there was a tension in her posture that Tally immediately noticed. Sarah's uniform was torn, her side bandaged, but the worst of the wound had already been sealed by the work of the witches who'd come to her aid.

But to Tally, she looked...fragile. Vulnerable. And seeing Sarah Alder, her unbreakable general, like this made Tally's heart squeeze painfully in her chest.

Sarah's gaze flicked up as the door opened, her eyes locking on Tally's. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the air thick with unspoken emotions—worry, fear, relief. Tally's breath caught, and before she could stop herself, she rushed forward, her hands reaching out to touch Sarah's shoulders, her fingers shaking slightly with the need to reassure herself that Sarah was still here, still alive.

"Thank god you're alright," Tally breathed, her voice thick with emotion as she knelt in front of Sarah, her eyes searching her face for any signs of pain. "I saw you—on the battlefield—I thought... I thought I was going to lose you."

Sarah's expression softened, the sharp lines of command fading as she reached up, cupping Tally's face gently. Her thumb brushed against Tally's cheek, a soft, grounding touch that sent a wave of warmth through Tally's body. "I'm fine, Tally," she said quietly, her voice low and soothing, but Tally could hear the faint strain beneath it. "I've been through worse."

Tally shook her head, her fingers tightening on Sarah's shoulders as she looked down at the wound. The bandages were stained with blood, but the healing magic had already done its work. Still, the sight of Sarah in pain, even in recovery, made her heart ache. "You shouldn't have had to go through that at all," Tally whispered, her voice barely audible as she lowered her head, her forehead resting against Sarah's thigh.

Sarah's hand moved to the back of Tally's head, her fingers threading through her hair in a gentle, comforting gesture. "You did well today," Sarah murmured, her voice filled with quiet pride. "You've come so far."

Tally's chest tightened at the words, the praise making her heart swell, but it was the softness in Sarah's tone that nearly broke her. This was more than just a general speaking to her cadet—it was Sarah, the woman who had been a constant presence in her life since she joined Fort Salem, the woman who had unknowingly become her entire world.

Tally lifted her head, her eyes meeting Sarah's once again. The room felt smaller, more intimate, the air thick with the weight of everything left unsaid. Tally's hand moved to rest on Sarah's bandaged side, her touch light but firm as she whispered, "I couldn't bear to lose you."

For a moment, Sarah didn't speak. Her eyes searched Tally's face, and then something shifted in her expression. The mask of the unshakable General Alder slipped, revealing the woman beneath—the one who had fought and bled for centuries, who had seen and lost too much. And in that moment, something clicked between them, something that had always been there, just beneath the surface, waiting to be acknowledged.

"Tally..." Sarah's voice was low, rough, as though she was fighting to keep control, but her hand remained on Tally's cheek, her thumb brushing over her skin in slow, deliberate strokes. "There are things I've kept from you—things I couldn't say. But now..."

Tally's heart raced, her breath catching in her throat as she leaned into Sarah's touch, her fingers trembling where they rested on her bandaged side. "Tell me," Tally whispered, her voice filled with both fear and hope.

Sarah's thumb stilled on Tally's cheek, her eyes dark with something deeper, something Tally hadn't seen before—vulnerability. The weight of centuries sat in Sarah's gaze, but for once, it wasn't guarded or distant. She was here, in this moment, as just Sarah, not General Alder.

"I care for you, Tally," Sarah whispered, her voice low, roughened with emotion. "More than I should. More than I ever allowed myself to acknowledge."

Tally's breath hitched, her heart hammering against her chest as the words sunk in. She had imagined this moment before, wondered if the connection she felt with Sarah was something more than just admiration or duty. But hearing it—hearing Sarah admit it—made everything feel so real, so raw.

"I thought I was going to lose you," Tally said softly, her fingers gently tightening around Sarah's side, mindful of the wound but unable to stop herself from touching her. "On the battlefield, when you fell… I didn't care about anything else. I just needed to know you were alive."

Sarah's gaze softened, and she leaned in, her forehead resting against Tally's, their breaths mingling in the quiet space between them. "I'm not going anywhere, Tally," she murmured, her voice a soft promise. "But I couldn't let myself feel this before… not with everything at stake."

Tally closed her eyes for a moment, letting the warmth of Sarah's breath against her skin, the weight of her words, settle deep inside her. "I know," she whispered. "But I'm here now. I'm not afraid."

Sarah's hand moved from Tally's cheek, slipping down to her waist as she pulled her closer, her fingers gripping her gently but with intent. "You're stronger than you think," Sarah murmured, her lips brushing against Tally's temple. "And I… I've wanted this, wanted you, for longer than I care to admit."

Tally's heart swelled, her pulse quickening as she leaned into Sarah, their bodies so close, their breaths synchronized in the silence. She tilted her head slightly, her lips brushing softly against Sarah's, testing the waters between them.

Sarah responded immediately, her lips moving against Tally's in a kiss that was soft at first, tentative, as though she was still testing the boundaries. But when Tally pressed deeper, the tension that had been simmering between them snapped, and the kiss deepened. It was slow and deliberate, but there was a hunger beneath it, a desire that had been held back for too long.

Tally's hands moved to Sarah's waist, her fingers gently brushing the edge of the bandage, careful not to hurt her but needing to be closer. The feel of Sarah's body against hers, the heat between them, sent shivers down her spine.

Sarah pulled back just slightly, her breath ragged, her eyes dark with a mix of desire and something softer. "We need to be careful," she whispered, her hand still cupping Tally's face. "I don't want to hurt you—or myself." A slight smile tugged at her lips, the tension between them lightening for a moment.

Tally smiled, her heart full as she shook her head gently. "You won't," she whispered, her hands sliding up Sarah's sides, her touch gentle but insistent. "I just need you, Sarah. Now. I need to know you're here with me."

Sarah's eyes softened again, and she leaned down, capturing Tally's lips in another kiss, this one more deliberate, filled with an unspoken promise. "I'm here," she murmured against Tally's lips. "I'm right here."

With slow, deliberate movements, Sarah guided Tally back toward the bed, her hands never leaving her body, her touch both protective and full of desire. She eased Tally down gently, her body hovering over hers as her lips pressed soft kisses along her jawline, down the curve of her neck.

Tally's breath came in short, uneven gasps as Sarah's hands moved over her body, her touch reverent, as though she were memorizing every inch of her. The tenderness in Sarah's movements, the way she was both commanding and gentle as she removed their clothes, made Tally's heart ache with affection.

Sarah's hand slid up Tally's bare thigh, her fingers tracing light patterns on her skin as she leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the hollow of Tally's throat. "You're perfect," she whispered, her voice low, filled with awe. "Everything about you."

Tally's chest tightened with the weight of Sarah's words, her heart racing as she reached up, her fingers tangling in Sarah's hair as she pulled her closer, her voice shaky with emotion. "I've wanted this for so long," she whispered, her breath catching in her throat. "I thought… I thought you'd never feel the same."

Sarah stilled for a moment, her eyes searching Tally's face before she leaned down, pressing her lips to hers in a kiss that was softer, slower, filled with unspoken emotion. "I've always felt it," Sarah murmured against her lips. "I just couldn't let myself show it."

Tally's breath hitched, her hands gripping Sarah's shoulders as she pulled her closer, her body arching toward her in a silent plea. "Then show me now," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please, Sarah."

Sarah didn't hesitate. Her hand moved lower, her fingers slipping between Tally's legs with slow, deliberate intent. Tally gasped, her body trembling beneath her as Sarah's fingers found her, the touch gentle but sure.

The first brush of Sarah's thumb against her clit sent a jolt of pleasure through Tally's body. Sarah circled it slowly, methodically, not rushing the moment but savoring every second. Tally's breath came in short, uneven gasps as Sarah continued her slow, deliberate movements, the soft pressure of her thumb making her hips arch instinctively toward Sarah's hand.

"You're so perfect," Sarah murmured, her breath warm against Tally's neck as her thumb pressed a little harder, the circles becoming more precise, more focused. "Just feel me."

Tally's eyes fluttered shut, her body trembling under Sarah's touch, her heart racing as the pleasure built steadily inside her. It was overwhelming—the way Sarah took her time, the way her fingers moved with a deliberate slowness that left Tally breathless, aching for more.

Then, with a soft, almost teasing shift, Sarah slipped two fingers inside her, her movements smooth and confident. Tally gasped, her legs trembling as Sarah's fingers filled her, curling just right as they moved in time with the slow, circling motion of her thumb on her clit.

Tally let out a soft whine, her body arching up toward Sarah, needing more, needing the intensity she knew Sarah could give her.

"Shh," Sarah soothed, her voice low, comforting. She kissed the side of Tally's neck, her fingers still moving with that same slow, deliberate rhythm. "I've got you, Tally. Just feel. Don't think. I'm right here."

Tally's breath hitched, her body surrendering completely to the rhythm Sarah set. Every stroke, every circle of Sarah's thumb against her clit sent her spiraling deeper into the sensation, her mind becoming hazy with need. The tension built inside her, a tight coil of pleasure that was being wound tighter and tighter with each of Sarah's movements.

Sarah's fingers curled inside her again, hitting that perfect spot that made Tally's entire body tremble, her fingers gripping the bedsheets as she struggled to hold on. The intensity was overwhelming, and the slow, steady pace made it feel even more intense, more consuming.

"You're so beautiful like this," Sarah murmured against her skin, her thumb pressing just a little harder against Tally's clit as her fingers moved deeper. "So strong."

Tally's eyes fluttered open briefly, her breath coming in short gasps as her body trembled beneath Sarah's touch. The pleasure was building faster now, her hips moving instinctively in time with Sarah's fingers, but Sarah kept the rhythm slow, steady, drawing it out, making Tally feel every second of it.

"Sarah," Tally gasped, her voice trembling as the pleasure coiled tighter inside her. She could feel herself teetering on the edge, but Sarah was still holding her back, making her savor the slow build-up. "I… I can't…"

Sarah's lips pressed softly against her temple, her breath warm against Tally's skin. "Yes, you can," she whispered, her thumb circling Tally's clit with a little more pressure now, her fingers thrusting a little deeper. "I've got you, Tally. Just let go."

And with those words, Tally's body surrendered completely.

The wave of pleasure crashed over her, powerful and all-consuming. She cried out, her back arching off the bed as her body trembled with the force of her orgasm. Every muscle tightened, her breath catching in her throat as Sarah's fingers continued to move inside her, coaxing her through the release with deliberate, careful strokes.

Sarah held her close, her thumb still circling Tally's clit, slower now, as Tally's body trembled with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her breath was ragged, her body limp, but Sarah didn't pull away. She stayed with her, her fingers still moving gently inside Tally, her lips pressing soft kisses to her skin, grounding her in the moment.

"I'm right here," Sarah whispered again, her voice soft, soothing, as Tally's body finally relaxed, spent and trembling in her arms.

Tally's breath came in short, uneven gasps, her body still buzzing with the remnants of her release. But as the intensity of the moment began to fade, a new feeling bloomed inside her—an intense, burning need to give Sarah the same pleasure she had just experienced.

Slowly, Tally lifted herself up, her breath still uneven as she gently pushed Sarah onto her back. Sarah looked up at her, eyes wide with surprise but filled with a softness that made Tally's heart ache.

"Tally, you don't have to—" Sarah began, her voice filled with affection.

But Tally silenced her with a soft, lingering kiss, her hands moving to gently unbutton the remaining fastenings of Sarah's uniform. "I want to," Tally whispered against her lips, her voice low, filled with determination.

Sarah's breath hitched, her body tensing slightly beneath Tally's hands as she worked Sarah's uniform off, piece by piece, revealing the toned skin underneath. There was something almost reverent in the way Tally undressed her, her fingers brushing over the smooth planes of Sarah's abdomen, her hands trailing up to cup Sarah's breasts, her thumb teasing over her nipples.

Sarah's breath came in soft gasps, her eyes darkening with desire as Tally kissed her way down her body, her lips trailing over the bandages on Sarah's side, careful not to hurt her. But the heat in Sarah's gaze, the way her body responded to every touch, only fueled Tally's need to make her feel as she had.

When Tally finally reached Sarah's core, she paused for a moment, her breath warm against Sarah's skin, her lips hovering just above her center. Sarah let out a soft gasp, her hips shifting instinctively toward Tally, her eyes half-lidded with anticipation.

"Tally…" Sarah whispered, her voice a mix of need and affection.

Tally's lips curled into a small smile as she leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste Sarah for the first time. The soft, breathy moan that escaped Sarah's lips made Tally's heart race, and she pressed deeper, her tongue moving with slow, deliberate strokes, savoring the way Sarah's body responded to her touch.

Sarah's hips bucked slightly, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as Tally's tongue moved faster, her hands gripping Sarah's thighs to keep her steady. She alternated between long, slow licks and quick, precise flicks of her tongue, her movements mirroring the way Sarah had taken her earlier—slow, steady, but full of intent.

Sarah's hand moved to Tally's hair, her fingers tangling in the strands as she moaned softly, her body trembling beneath Tally's touch. "Tally… please," Sarah gasped, her voice filled with need. "I'm so close…"

Tally didn't let up. She continued her movements, her tongue circling Sarah's clit with increasing pressure, her fingers gripping Sarah's thighs tighter as she pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

And then, with a soft, desperate cry, Sarah came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Tally held her through it, her tongue still moving in slow, deliberate strokes as Sarah's body trembled beneath her, riding out the waves of pleasure.

When Sarah finally relaxed, spent and trembling, Tally crawled back up her body, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her lips.

Sarah's breath was still ragged, her eyes dark with affection as she cupped Tally's face in her hands, pulling her close. "You… you're incredible," Sarah whispered, her voice breathless but filled with awe.

Tally smiled, her heart full as she pressed her forehead against Sarah's. "I'm just glad you're okay," she whispered back, her voice soft but filled with emotion.

Sarah's arms wrapped around her, pulling her close as they lay together, their bodies still trembling but content in the quiet aftermath. For the first time in what felt like forever, everything felt right.