Lucy chuckled and lowered her sword, giving Ada a playful ruffle of her hair. "You did great, both of you."

Mia approached, placing a hand on Ada's shoulder. "You did amazing for your first time fighting as a pair," she said, her pride evident. "We'll keep training, and soon, we'll be able to take your mom down together."

Ada's eyes gleamed with excitement, even as she huffed in exhaustion. "I can't wait!" she exclaimed, already looking forward to their next spar.

Lucy smiled at the two of them, a sense of contentment filling her heart. "You both gave me a run for my money," she admitted. "But I'm always ready for a rematch."

With the sparring session over, the three of them shared a quiet moment, their bonds strengthened by the fight. Though Lucy had emerged victorious once again, she knew that Mia and Ada would only grow stronger—and the next battle would be even more challenging.

After the exhilarating sparring match, Lucy, Mia, and Ada made their way back to the dining room, where lunch had already been prepared. The table was adorned with an array of dishes, the scents of savory and sweet blending harmoniously in the air.

A large roasted chicken sat at the center, its golden skin crackling with a perfect glaze of honey and herbs. Around it, bowls of buttery mashed potatoes, seasoned with garlic and chives, beckoned invitingly. Beside the potatoes, freshly baked rolls were stacked high, their tops glistening with melted butter. There was also a platter of vibrant vegetables—steamed asparagus, sautéed carrots glazed with brown sugar, and roasted Brussels sprouts charred to perfection. A creamy, tangy sauce accompanied the roasted chicken, while a light garden salad with crisp lettuce, ripe tomatoes, and thinly sliced cucumbers balanced the heavier dishes.

For dessert, a decadent chocolate cake, frosted with rich ganache and adorned with fresh strawberries, waited at the edge of the table, promising a sweet end to the meal.

The three sat down, the atmosphere warm and relaxed as they dug into the feast. The food was as delicious as it looked, and Ada couldn't help but smile between bites, clearly still riding the high from their sparring match.

Once they had finished eating, Lucy leaned over to Ada, her voice gentle but teasing. "Alright, little warrior, it's time for you to go take a shower."

Ada rolled her eyes, but there was no defiance, just a lingering energy from the fun of the day. She got up and headed toward her room to freshen up. As she left, Lucy and Mia remained seated, enjoying the quiet that settled between them. Their conversation was light, mostly consisting of little remarks about the sparring match or the food, but the comfort of their silence was equally as pleasant. The sun outside cast a soft golden glow into the dining room, making the scene feel almost dreamlike.

It wasn't long before Ada returned, her hair damp from her shower, dressed in clean clothes. She walked into the dining room, catching sight of her mothers still sitting there. When she noticed their knowing smiles and the way they exchanged glances, she grimaced.

With a pointed finger, Ada turned to the maid standing beside the door. "Look at them," she muttered, her face twisted in mock disgust. "They're up to something."

The maid, who had witnessed the exchange, chuckled softly before shrugging her shoulders as if to say, "What can you do?"

Ada rolled her eyes again, muttering under her breath as she turned on her heel and left the room, leaving Lucy and Mia chuckling to themselves.

Eventually, the two women decided it was time to unwind. Together, they headed toward the bathhouse. The walk there was quiet, comfortable, the only sound being the soft clicking of their shoes on the polished stone floors.

The bath was a spacious, luxurious room with marble floors and high ceilings. Steam curled in the air, rising from the large sunken tub that dominated the center of the room. The water was clear, with a slight shimmer from the salts and oils that had been added to it, their soothing scents filling the space.

Mia was the first to strip off her clothes, her movements languid and relaxed after the intense sparring. She dipped her toes into the water before sliding in fully, letting out a soft sigh of contentment as the warmth enveloped her. Lucy followed, shedding her garments and stepping into the tub with the same ease. She moved toward Mia, sinking into her lap as the water rippled around them.

Mia's arms instinctively wrapped around Lucy's waist, pulling her closer, and they both leaned into the tranquility of the moment. The warmth of the bathwater soothed their tired muscles, and for a while, they simply rested there, the sounds of water gently lapping at the edges of the tub.

"That was a good sparring session," Lucy murmured softly, her head resting against Mia's shoulder.

Mia chuckled, her breath warm against Lucy's neck. "You always say that when you win."

"Maybe," Lucy teased, "but it's true. Ada's getting stronger. Soon, she might even be able to give you a challenge."

Mia grinned. "Let her try. I'll always have a few tricks up my sleeve."

They both laughed softly, their voices blending with the soft echoes of the water. As they relaxed, their hearts felt light, content in the moment they shared together.

The quiet between them stretched on, the only sounds in the room being the gentle slosh of water and the faint crackling of scented candles lining the marble bath. It was a peaceful, intimate silence, one where no words were needed. Lucy closed her eyes, her body fully relaxed in Mia's lap, the warmth of the water cocooning them both.

Without warning, Mia leaned forward, pressing her lips softly against the back of Lucy's neck. The first kiss was featherlight, almost teasing, sending a gentle shiver down Lucy's spine. Then Mia kissed her again, this time with more pressure, her lips lingering against Lucy's skin. Slowly, she moved her mouth up, kissing the nape of Lucy's neck, her breath hot against her damp skin.

"It's been a while since we last fucked…"

Lucy's eyes fluttered open, her body tensing slightly at the sensation. A long stretch of red crept across her face, spreading from her cheeks down to her neck. She bit her lip, her heart beating a little faster as Mia's kisses grew bolder, traveling across the back of her neck with deliberate tenderness.

"I guess it has…"

Each kiss ignited a spark of warmth in Lucy's core, the closeness between them growing more electric with every touch of Mia's lips. After a few more moments, Lucy couldn't take it any longer. With a sharp intake of breath, she turned around, still seated in Mia's lap, now facing her directly.

Their eyes met, and for a brief second, the air between them felt charged, like the calm before a storm. Then, without hesitation, Lucy pressed her lips against Mia's, kissing her deeply. The kiss was slow at first, their lips exploring each other with a tenderness that melted the world around them. Lucy's hands cupped Mia's face, pulling her closer as their mouths moved in perfect sync.

Mia's hands roamed Lucy's body, sliding up and down her back, her touch both gentle and possessive. She traced her fingertips along Lucy's sides, sending tingles through her as her hands drifted down to her waist before slowly moving back up again. The heat between them grew, each kiss more fervent than the last, the soft sounds of their lips meeting echoing in the otherwise quiet bathhouse.

Lucy's breath hitched as Mia's hands found their way to her lower back, pulling her even closer until their bodies were pressed together, the water splashing gently around them. The warmth of the bath mixed with the heat of their shared passion, their bodies moving together as if they were one.

Just as Lucy was getting lost in the rhythm of their embrace, her fingers tangled in Mia's damp hair, Mia suddenly broke the kiss and stood up without warning. The abrupt movement sent a small wave splashing across the bath, leaving Lucy sitting in the warm water, her lips parted in surprise.

The mood, which had been thick with desire, was completely shattered. Lucy blinked, watching Mia with wide, confused eyes. "Mia?" she asked, her voice soft, but her pout was unmistakable. Her cheeks were still flushed, her body still tingling from the intense moment they had shared.

Mia, however, awkwardly chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck with a sheepish smile. "Sorry, sorry," she muttered, reaching for a towel. "Got a little carried away there, didn't I?"

Lucy crossed her arms, still sitting in the water, her pout deepening as she watched Mia start drying herself off. "You think?" she muttered, clearly annoyed that the moment had been ruined. Mia, noticing Lucy's pout, stifled another chuckle and knelt down beside the bath.

With gentle care, Mia helped Lucy out of the water, grabbing a soft towel and beginning to dry her off, all the while murmuring small apologies between her light-hearted chuckles. Despite herself, Lucy couldn't stay mad for long. As Mia carefully dried her hair and wrapped the towel around her, Lucy's annoyed expression slowly began to soften, though the blush on her cheeks remained.

Once Mia had finished drying her off, she stood up again, this time with a mischievous smile. Without warning, she swooped down and scooped Lucy up into her arms in a princess carry. Lucy squeaked in surprise, her arms instinctively wrapping around Mia's neck. "W-What are you doing now?" she asked, though the blush across her face deepened.

Mia just grinned, her eyes sparkling as she carried Lucy across the room with ease. "Making up for earlier," she said with a wink, striding toward their bedroom. Lucy buried her face in Mia's shoulder, her embarrassment growing with each step they took, but she didn't protest. There was something thrilling about being carried like this, despite her earlier frustration.

Once they reached the bedroom, Mia gently laid Lucy down on the cool sheets, her movements slow and deliberate, as if she were handling something precious. Lucy looked up at her, her silver eyes wide and shining with a mixture of emotions—surprise, affection, and a lingering blush that spread across her face.

Mia smiled down at her, brushing a few strands of Lucy's hair out of her face. "Better?" she teased softly. Lucy, still blushing, only managed a small nod, biting her lip as she tried to hide her smile.

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