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Hidden Tensions //Oc based

The low hum of machinery filled the air in the base, a comforting sound punctuating the otherwise tense atmosphere as Sam worked in the dim lighting of the makeshift workshop. The flicker of lights from their various projects created a dance of shadows that enveloped them, and Sam was in their element—surrounded by gears, tools, and the comforting scent of oil and metal. 

Though they were small in stature, their strength lay hidden—a muscle tone that came from years of combat training and survival, a strong build that was both deceiving and empowering, scars littered their toned body a reminder of what happened in the past. Their blue eyes sparkled with determination, short brown hair framing their face as they focused intently on the weapon they were modifying. It was a new bow for Aloy, one that would help her take on the upcoming threat from the Far Zenith.

Sam took a step back, admiring their handiwork, when a light knock on the door broke their concentration. Tilda stepped in without waiting for a response, her tall frame and striking presence immediately commanding Sam’s attention. The former Far Zenith member had settled into life at the base surprisingly well, her calm demeanor and sharp intellect providing insight into problems that often left the rest of the group puzzled. 

“Good evening, Sam,” Tilda said, her voice smooth and confident as she leaned against the doorframe. “I hope I’m not interrupting. I was just coming to check in on you.”

“Just tinkering away,” Sam replied, a playful smile curling their lips. “You know me—if I’m not fixing weapons, I’m lost.”

Tilda stepped further into the workshop, her eyes scanning the cluttered tables filled with projects. “Your focus is impressive. Aloy says you’re making a new bow for her, is that right?”

“Yup! Trying to get it just right so she can take on the tougher machines. Better range, more power,” Sam said, enthusiasm lighting up their features. “Want to help?”

“I’d love to,” Tilda replied with a small smile that lit up her face. 

They fell into a comfortable rhythm, Tilda handing tools to Sam, commenting on the designs and providing suggestions. Their camaraderie grew—Tilda’s sharp mind and innovative ideas complemented Sam’s practicality and quick wit. Yet, beneath the friendship lay an unacknowledged tension, a current that ran between them, unspoken but potent.

As hours slipped away, a casual banter transformed into something deeper—shared laughter igniting sparks that neither of them recognized. Sam could feel the warmth of Tilda’s presence, her laughter wrapping around them like a gentle embrace, a feeling they had never expected to crave so much.

“Hey, can you hold this steady for me?” Sam asked, holding a length of metal to shape it as Tilda stepped closer. The proximity sent a shiver down Sam’s spine, causing a mix of anxiety and excitement to bloom like wildflowers. 

“Of course,” Tilda replied, her voice low and smooth, as she leaned over Sam, her breath brushing against their ear. “Just like that?”

Sam swallowed hard, suddenly aware of the warmth radiating from Tilda’s body. “Yeah, just like that,” they said, barely managing to keep their composure as a rush of adrenaline coursed through their veins.

With the air thickening around them, Sam’s focus wavered. Each heartbeat felt magnified, and when Tilda brushed against them, the spark ignited. It felt electric, charging the space between them with unspoken desires.

“Sam…” Tilda murmured softly, and in that moment, everything shifted. Without warning, Tilda pivoted, and in one motion, she had Sam pinned against the sturdy surface of the workbench, her body leaning against them, breath warm against their skin.

“W-what are you—” Sam stuttered, shock mingling with exhilaration as Tilda captured their gaze, those vibrant green eyes reflecting an intensity Sam had never seen before.

“Just go with it,” Tilda whispered, a smirk dancing on her lips as she captured Sam’s mouth with her own, the kiss igniting a wildfire within them. 

It was powerful, consuming. Sam melted against Tilda, their body responding instinctively, hands grasping her waist as they deepened the kiss, legs automatically wrapped around Tilda's waist, breath mingling as if they were a single entity. Tilda pulled back slightly, her eyes sparkling mischievously, before trailing kisses down Sam’s neck, leaving soft, heated marks that made Sam gasp.

“Wait—” Sam protested weakly, heart racing, the weight of everything crashing down all at once. “What if Aloy—?”

Tilda paused just long enough to look up, her breath warm against Sam’s skin, a sly smile on her face. “Aloy doesn’t have to know. Not yet. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.” 

Before Sam could process the implication of her words, Tilda was already trailblazing down Sam’s neck, marking them with soft kisses and hushed whispers of admiration. Sam’s breath hitched, hands instinctively finding their way to Tilda's hair, pulling her back up to deepen the kiss once more—an intoxication they had been craving, a connection finally acknowledged.

They lost themselves in each other, the world around them disappearing as they surrendered to the sparks flying between them. Time slipped away, and it was just the two of them—lost in the moment, tangled in depths they had yet to explore.

Tilda pulled away slightly, her cheeks flush, a triumphant grin dancing across her lips. “So… this is what you’ve been hiding behind all those workshop walls,” she teased, voice low enough to send shivers racing down Sam’s spine.

“I… um,” Sam stammered, attempting to regain composure, fighting back a smile as they shrugged sheepishly. “I guess I never realized I was hiding at all.”

“Good,” Tilda said, leaning closer again, their foreheads almost touching. “Because I’d like to see more of this side of you.” 

With a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, Tilda leaned in closer, leaving one last kiss at the corner of Sam’s mouth before pushing herself up and stepping back, creating distance that felt both tantalizing and cruel. Their heart thudded relentlessly in their chest, a mix of thrill and uncertainty hanging in the air.

“I should probably get back to the others,” Tilda said, glancing over her shoulder as she made her way towards the door.

“Yeah,” Sam agreed, still trying to process everything that had just happened, the way their body felt alive and electric. “Just, um… be careful with that door… it creaks.”

Tilda paused, looking back at them with a mix of mischief and warmth. “I’ll try,” she promised, her smile lingering as she slipped out of the workshop, leaving Sam breathless and exhilarated.

As the workshop returned to quiet, Sam stared at the desk, fingers brushing against the surface where Tilda had pinned them just moments before. A wave of warmth spread through their chest then down, and with a smile tugging at their lips, they knew that everything had changed.

And as Sam returned to their work, their mind raced not with thoughts of machines and weapons, but with the warmth of Tilda’s kiss, the promise of hidden desires, and the vibrant uncertainty of a new chapter unfolding between them. The world outside was still fraught with danger, but for now, within the walls of their little sanctuary, they were more than warriors—they were two people ready to redefine what it meant to fight for something beyond survival.

Hidden Tensions //Oc based

The low hum of machinery filled the air in the base, a comforting sound punctuating the otherwise tense atmosphere as Sam worked in the dim lighting of the makeshift workshop. The flicker of lights from their various projects created a dance of shadows that enveloped them, and Sam was in their element—surrounded by gears, tools, and the comforting scent of oil and metal. 

Though they were small in stature, their strength lay hidden—a muscle tone that came from years of combat training and survival, a strong build that was both deceiving and empowering, scars littered their toned body a reminder of what happened in the past. Their blue eyes sparkled with determination, short brown hair framing their face as they focused intently on the weapon they were modifying. It was a new bow for Aloy, one that would help her take on the upcoming threat from the Far Zenith.

Sam took a step back, admiring their handiwork, when a light knock on the door broke their concentration. Tilda stepped in without waiting for a response, her tall frame and striking presence immediately commanding Sam’s attention. The former Far Zenith member had settled into life at the base surprisingly well, her calm demeanor and sharp intellect providing insight into problems that often left the rest of the group puzzled. 

“Good evening, Sam,” Tilda said, her voice smooth and confident as she leaned against the doorframe. “I hope I’m not interrupting. I was just coming to check in on you.”

“Just tinkering away,” Sam replied, a playful smile curling their lips. “You know me—if I’m not fixing weapons, I’m lost.”

Tilda stepped further into the workshop, her eyes scanning the cluttered tables filled with projects. “Your focus is impressive. Aloy says you’re making a new bow for her, is that right?”

“Yup! Trying to get it just right so she can take on the tougher machines. Better range, more power,” Sam said, enthusiasm lighting up their features. “Want to help?”

“I’d love to,” Tilda replied with a small smile that lit up her face. 

They fell into a comfortable rhythm, Tilda handing tools to Sam, commenting on the designs and providing suggestions. Their camaraderie grew—Tilda’s sharp mind and innovative ideas complemented Sam’s practicality and quick wit. Yet, beneath the friendship lay an unacknowledged tension, a current that ran between them, unspoken but potent.

As hours slipped away, a casual banter transformed into something deeper—shared laughter igniting sparks that neither of them recognized. Sam could feel the warmth of Tilda’s presence, her laughter wrapping around them like a gentle embrace, a feeling they had never expected to crave so much.

“Hey, can you hold this steady for me?” Sam asked, holding a length of metal to shape it as Tilda stepped closer. The proximity sent a shiver down Sam’s spine, causing a mix of anxiety and excitement to bloom like wildflowers. 

“Of course,” Tilda replied, her voice low and smooth, as she leaned over Sam, her breath brushing against their ear. “Just like that?”

Sam swallowed hard, suddenly aware of the warmth radiating from Tilda’s body. “Yeah, just like that,” they said, barely managing to keep their composure as a rush of adrenaline coursed through their veins.

With the air thickening around them, Sam’s focus wavered. Each heartbeat felt magnified, and when Tilda brushed against them, the spark ignited. It felt electric, charging the space between them with unspoken desires.

“Sam…” Tilda murmured softly, and in that moment, everything shifted. Without warning, Tilda pivoted, and in one motion, she had Sam pinned against the sturdy surface of the workbench, her body leaning against them, breath warm against their skin.

“W-what are you—” Sam stuttered, shock mingling with exhilaration as Tilda captured their gaze, those vibrant green eyes reflecting an intensity Sam had never seen before.

“Just go with it,” Tilda whispered, a smirk dancing on her lips as she captured Sam’s mouth with her own, the kiss igniting a wildfire within them. 

It was powerful, consuming. Sam melted against Tilda, their body responding instinctively, hands grasping her waist as they deepened the kiss, legs automatically wrapped around Tilda's waist, breath mingling as if they were a single entity. Tilda pulled back slightly, her eyes sparkling mischievously, before trailing kisses down Sam’s neck, leaving soft, heated marks that made Sam gasp.

“Wait—” Sam protested weakly, heart racing, the weight of everything crashing down all at once. “What if Aloy—?”

Tilda paused just long enough to look up, her breath warm against Sam’s skin, a sly smile on her face. “Aloy doesn’t have to know. Not yet. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.” 

Before Sam could process the implication of her words, Tilda was already trailblazing down Sam’s neck, marking them with soft kisses and hushed whispers of admiration. Sam’s breath hitched, hands instinctively finding their way to Tilda's hair, pulling her back up to deepen the kiss once more—an intoxication they had been craving, a connection finally acknowledged.

They lost themselves in each other, the world around them disappearing as they surrendered to the sparks flying between them. Time slipped away, and it was just the two of them—lost in the moment, tangled in depths they had yet to explore.

Tilda pulled away slightly, her cheeks flush, a triumphant grin dancing across her lips. “So… this is what you’ve been hiding behind all those workshop walls,” she teased, voice low enough to send shivers racing down Sam’s spine.

“I… um,” Sam stammered, attempting to regain composure, fighting back a smile as they shrugged sheepishly. “I guess I never realized I was hiding at all.”

“Good,” Tilda said, leaning closer again, their foreheads almost touching. “Because I’d like to see more of this side of you.” 

With a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, Tilda leaned in closer, leaving one last kiss at the corner of Sam’s mouth before pushing herself up and stepping back, creating distance that felt both tantalizing and cruel. Their heart thudded relentlessly in their chest, a mix of thrill and uncertainty hanging in the air.

“I should probably get back to the others,” Tilda said, glancing over her shoulder as she made her way towards the door.

“Yeah,” Sam agreed, still trying to process everything that had just happened, the way their body felt alive and electric. “Just, um… be careful with that door… it creaks.”

Tilda paused, looking back at them with a mix of mischief and warmth. “I’ll try,” she promised, her smile lingering as she slipped out of the workshop, leaving Sam breathless and exhilarated.

As the workshop returned to quiet, Sam stared at the desk, fingers brushing against the surface where Tilda had pinned them just moments before. A wave of warmth spread through their chest then down, and with a smile tugging at their lips, they knew that everything had changed.

And as Sam returned to their work, their mind raced not with thoughts of machines and weapons, but with the warmth of Tilda’s kiss, the promise of hidden desires, and the vibrant uncertainty of a new chapter unfolding between them. The world outside was still fraught with danger, but for now, within the walls of their little sanctuary, they were more than warriors—they were two people ready to redefine what it meant to fight for something beyond survival.