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It had been a few weeks since reuniting with Varka, and you just had the worst day in a long time. Losing a patient was always difficult, but even more so when it’s a child.
You knew you had done everything you could for them, but this time you had just been called too late. Poison was something you had gotten familiar with ever since you began your journey as an on the field doctor. You never had aspirations to be on the battlefield but if there was ever a choice you would help anyone who needs it. After all someone had saved you in the same way, and thus this need to satisfy and help people had blossomed.
You had made your way to Starsnatch Cliff for some peace. You had always felt more that home in the wild but sometimes you just wanted to look over the place that you had called home since you were nearly a teen.
You had nearly made it to the high cliff where you planned to sit, when you suddenly felt that something was off. Ever since the Grandmaster’s return you had been for the most part at home, either in your cabin or around that area. The need for companionship reserved for when Varka deigned you with a visit, or you felt like seeking a drink. You had long ran out of the whiskey you had been gifted.
You saw a shadow and instinctively ducked, you weren’t much of a fighter. In fact your vision related abilities were specifically geared to healing, so this was an awful thing on top of your already tragic day.
As much as it frustrated you to be attacked so suddenly you wiped your face of tears and breathed in deeply to steel yourself for a tussle.
It was a treasure hoarder, so not exactly tough but they could still hit hard. Especially when you were ill-prepared for combat. You had left your dagger at home, forgetting that sometimes it was necessary to use it.
You saw the fist before he lunged at you. You went to duck again, but then there was the most pathetic sound that arose in front of you. You realized it was a cry of pain, and you looked confused before noticing that you had a savior, in your boyfriend, Varka.
He currently had the treasure hoarder under his boot at the back. He looked more annoyed than angry. Which was slightly amusing to you, you knew that he had taken on all kinds of enemies before. This was nothing, it was just the circumstance of it all.
“You’re unarmed.” Varked mumbled. At first you thought he was talking to his foe but he tilted his head up to look at you. At the sight of your tear spilled face his demeanor changed entirely. “Did he hurt you?”
You can’t help but smile at him, but shaking your head. “No, I was already a mess before he snuck up on me.” You tell him.
Varka looks down at the pathetic form of a man, and quickly knocks him out in one quick motion. He leaves him in his slump before approaching you.
“What happened?” He says quietly as he reaches for your hands.
You sigh, you wanted to tell him of course you do, but you’re also curious about how he got here so quickly. You didn’t tell him that you were coming at all.
“How’d you find me, Varka?”
He chuckles, “I was nearby and saw you as you started to climb up. You didn’t even notice me, it made me sad.” He was now feigning a pout.
You reached up and punched his shoulder. You know it won’t hurt him - he’s still geared in his armor. “Sorry, I’m a bit spacey today.” You pause looking down at your linked hands, you sigh again squeezing his fingers. “I lost a kid today during work. I take those hard, you know.”
He loosens your hands to pull you into his arms and he just holds you tight. You can feel the emotions welling up in you again. You try to breathe but it all feels so stifling. “It’s okay to cry, sweetheart.” He reminds you, while petting your hair carefully.
You know that but you do try to appear strong around him. It’s not like he hasn’t caught you crying before, it’s just very different now. This man has travelled the world and seen all kinds of things, and you adore him. You enjoy every side of him, and it’s his comforting hold on you that makes it so easy to start sobbing all over again.
It will be okay, because he’s here. Varka is one of the most caring, and understanding person you’ve ever met. You’re only lucky that he chose to fall in love with you too. As much as it boggles your mind that he wants to be with you, you are happy with him.
You eventually calm down enough to look up at your best friend turned lover, who looks like he would turn the world over a million times just to ease your pain. You give him a soft smile, “Let’s sit for a while.”
He links your hands again as you continue your trek up to the point of the cliff. You fully intend to sit over the edge, but Varka beats you to it. His mischievous smile makes you roll your eyes as you look at his extended hand warily. He’s up to something and you know it.
You decided to let him have this moment, and clasp his hand. He pulls you forward slightly, before you feel yourself reach air and then you’re sitting on him. Not in the cute friend way you once experienced as a teenager, you’re sitting on his thigh. He looks impressed that he managed that in one go.
“Varka…” You warn him.
“What?” He’s looking at you, as if he wasn’t trying to instigate something out in the open.
“Do you know where we are?” You try, you really don’t have much of a fight in you today but this is turning your head in a new direction. You’re not totally sure how to feel either.
“In Mondstat, of course.” He quipped as he wrapped his arm around your waist to steady you. You roll your eyes.
“Okay smartass. I thought we were gonna talk about my day.”
“We still can. I’m a good multitasker.” He mumbles. You start to throw your hands in the air, but then you remember where you’re seated. It’s a very precarious position to be in.
“Don’t worry, I have a good hold of you. Plus, I’m not planning to strip you of your clothes. I can do naughty things with clothes on.”
You lean into him as much to get your bearings than anything. “You’re just very adventurous, more so than I thought.”
“We’re still learning things about each other after all these years.” He smiles. Gods he can be so annoying at times but you knew that he was yours.
“Yeah.” You whisper against his shoulder. You’re trying to think about anything except how close you are to him right now.
“Thanks for dealing with me, I know I can be a handful.” He rumbles against your neck. You feel a kiss placed there.
“If not me, who would?” You joke.
You feel him shift under you, lifting his knee slightly. It hits you in your center and you try not to react too strongly.
“Let’s not talk about that. You’re all I need.” To prove his point he grabs your ass, and brings you further down on his thigh.
This makes you laugh, out of his gall; he’s always been so confident about everything. You shouldn’t be that surprised that he’s acting this way. Besides you don’t spend every waking moment with Varka, you have dueling work schedules so seeing him on the weekend is the most you get. You’re okay with that because at least you’re still seeing him in the flesh unlike before when he wasn’t there.
You mumble underneath your breath, he tuts at you. “What was that?”
“You’re ridiculous, Grandmaster…” You trail off, angling your body so that you can see his face. He looks jovial briefly before his eyes grow intense to the point that it almost looked dilated. “You know I loathe when you call me that.”
You scoff, “Why, it’s your title?” Now he truly is being ridiculous.
“I’d rather hear you say my name instead.” He grumbles, insistently.
You roll your eyes. “I’ve said it plenty of times over the years, moron.”
“Yes, and I love to hear it in every tone you have. It does so many things for me.”
“Oh?” You’re grinning at him. The notion that he’s making makes you want to tease him a bit, after all he was the instigator. It’s only fair that you get a little out of this - more than he’s already attempting.
“What if I want you to call mine instead?” You trail your hand across his thigh, intended to reach for his veiled package.
“Hey.” His tone is more serious than usual, and it’s pretty funny to hear.
“What’s wrong Varka? Not up to my games too.”
He presses his thigh into your core quickly and you gasp at the incline that has you flush against him. “Well sweetheart, this is not about me. I just want you to feel better. That’s my only concern, I can sort myself out later.” He quips.
“Fine, but I’ll have you know you’re not moving until you have me begging for you.” You were about to continue on but he interrupted you, “Not a problem. You could say it’s my mission.” His grin is broader than it was, and you kind of hate him for it. Always so sure he’s going to win over you even if it is mostly true.
You just don’t want him to get too proud of it. He’s always so proud of accomplishing anything when it comes to you, your body, your mind. He has a habit of rousing you when you’re least expecting it.
“Okay Grandmaster, I expect excellence."
He lets out a low growl. You start to giggle before he is once again shifting you on his thigh, and the friction hits in a different way. His grip on your waist is very controlled to the point of precision as he has you rubbing against him in long deep waves. You look down at where you’re positioned and nearly start to back down. It’s not because you’re not enjoying this, it’s because you remembered that his pants are much lighter than the rest of his clothes.
“Varka, your pants.” You tell him urgently.
He hums. “It’s fine. It’s an honor to be soiled by you.” He still has that very intense look on his face as you look up at him.
Gods, he’s on another level of adoration you think. You decide you have no choice but to get this over as quickly as possible to save him from too much of a mess.
You lean back a few fraction to try to meet him at his motions but he reaches up to bring you back into the previous position. “Too far.” He mutters, and you adjust your lower motions in tandem.
He moves your hair out the way so he can reach your neck easily and he presses a kiss there hungrily, applying a light suction of his mouth, and you feel his tongue lap at your throat. You let out a whimper, he was right. He’s very good at multitasking.
The friction from his thigh and the ministration at your throat are enough to make you absolutely mad. But you want more, though you know this is not the right moment or place.
You groan, his name leaving your lips sounding very desperate for him.
He has to know that you’re affected by him. He’s doing everything that he can to make you come undone.
Varka makes a trail up to your earlobe and you feel his teeth graze briefly before the smooth vibrations of his voice reverberate in your ear. “You like that sweetheart?”
You groan as his tempo against your core increases and you feel like you might just slide down if it wasn’t for his hold on you. You reach up and grasp his shoulders as his breath coats your ear with heat. “Fuck, Varka.” You’re crumbling.
You glide against his thigh in hurried moments, needing the release more than anything in this moment. It’s there that he shifts his rhythm to a near stop. His thigh comes in a slow, deep movement that makes you want to cry. He was doing this on purpose.
You push against his thigh with your core seeking the release you crave, riding him urgently. As you’re nearly at your climax he moves quickly under you switching back to the rhythm you had before. You can feel yourself wanting to scream but you find his mouth against yours silencing you. You groan into his mouth instead, battling with his tongue as he devours you whole.
When you come down from your climax you separate your mouth from his, and look at his face. He licks his lips, giving your waist a firm squeeze. “Better?”
You sigh, “Mm, I wish we could do more.”
He looks down between you and lets out a light chuckle. “Maybe later. It’s getting late now. Wanna go home or to town?”
You knew what he was asking. Did you want to go over to this quarters where there was a chance you’d be interrupted again or go home where it was less likely?
His quarters were closer but you were hesitant, you wanted him to yourself. “Take me home, Varka.”
He lifts you up fluidly to put you on solid ground again. You nearly waver, your legs feel like jelly. He’s already up on his feet and steadies you with one hand. “Care for a piggyback ride?” He asks seriously.
“You’re going to carry me the whole way?”
Varka rolls his eyes this time. “It’s good training, and you’re not nearly as heavy as you think. Plus we still need to talk.”
You nearly tell him you can do that by walking, but you really aren’t in any condition to do that for more than a few meters. This man would be the ruin of you and you loved it so very much.
Besides he’s already in a half squat waiting for you to climb onto his shoulders. You wrap your arms around his neck and he stands easily, you wrap your legs around his middle, and he grabs them to keep you comfortable as he begins to walk down the cliff perch.
“What happened today, sweetheart?” His tone is softer, calm. You take a deep breath against his neck. He smells like cedar and pine with an additional musk that is just Varka. It comforts you, as you start to tell him about the young boy who succumbed to poison near the river. You still needed to run the blood tests to see if it was from the strain that you had assumed, you had tried every antidote that you could think of and it still ended with the same result. The death of a child.
You wept against his shoulder quietly, knowing that he was carrying you home where you can grieve in peace. “It wasn’t your fault. I know you’re competent when it comes to taking care of people. Maybe there’s something we need to look into around the area. I can send a few specialists in if you want so we can get ahead of this.”
You knew he was being both a caring boyfriend, and a concerned Grandmaster at the same time. If this had been something new we needed to get ahead of it as soon as possible before more lives were taken.
“Yes, I think that would help.” You tell him quietly.
“I'll work on it tomorrow when I’m back in the city. Tonight let’s eat something light and take care of you, Doctor.” You knew he was smiling even if you couldn’t see it.
You reached over his shoulder to peck his cheek. He really was the best partner you could ask for.
Once you reached your cabin’s doorstep Varka bent down to place you on the porch. You unlocked the door and let him in first. Not much had changed inside.
“Go shower while I whip something up for you.” He instructed with a gentle push towards the hallway.
“Don’t want to join me?” You ask flippantly.
“Not right now, maybe in the morning.” Varka enjoyed a morning shower, it helped wake up his muscles for the day.
You smile at him before turning, slightly disappointed but accepting his course of action.
When you return from your shower in fresh clothes he already has a bowl of warm broth and bread waiting for you. He’s making his own bowl to set at the small table. He’s also brought wine which you didn’t think you had. He gestures to the small flask-like container called a bota, that he had on his person. You didn’t even see him carrying it.
You enjoy a calm dinner together, just as he planned, then you make your way to the bedroom. Varka undresses down to his underwear and climbs into bed with you.
You can feel his erection against you but he makes it a point to ignore it and just cuddle with you. You know it has to be uncomfortable but he’s very adamant that it can be dealt with later. In the morning then, you think as you fall asleep to the sound of Varka’s heartbeat.