shri | FADE RIFT [INBOX]

[ Oof- The chair skids and she stops closer than she meant to be. Looking directly up to her briefly - hard not to want too. Hard not to feel that pulse like the beat of a drum. Taking slow, long, breaths to settle herself.

Cautionary. This was not how this was supposed to end up. Meant to take space, not solace in the comfort of another, perhaps just to drink and maybe she even meant to drag this out even longer but she is tired, and she is trapped, and her bones are arching and Magni at least - ]

I never asked you to care for me.

[ And she leant in to follow it - because she does not hate that she might and she cannot acknowledge it. There is no space for such things. But there is plenty for impulse, demand, and closing her mouth on Magni's softly, carefully, testing it like deep water to wade into. ]

( She really is stubborn. That isn't a problem, really. Magni's eyes close with the kiss, and she stays close, hands anchoring at Lakshmi's elbows, as she murmurs against her lips. )

And I don't bend to the whims of others.

( Her caring is her own, not to be summoned or commanded by royalty or any other. And, then: ) Or expect them to bend to mine.

( She can be glad of Lakshmi's existence; that does not mean she is composing sonnets, or expecting Lakshmi to swoon at the sight of her. It simply means she enjoys another person, and that enjoyment is why she pulls her in for a kiss that is considerably less careful. )

[ It's a breath, a mutter, murmured against her mouth. ] Good. This wouldn't be enjoyable if you did.

[ Lines in the sand, and if Magni wanted to walk away, she still could. But she hadn't, and she seemed content where she was and that's -

What she needs right now. The door is shut and she has no other business to see to for the day. Besides worrying, winding herself up, and up, and up. Enough that even she knew it would get her nowhere, past a certain point. She pushes up as she leans into the kiss. That sort of forwarding motion she can give into and knows the steps of. Not so different from the first time. Moving to half crawl into Magni's lap because at least that way, they won't be straining either of their necks trying to reach each other. ]

( Her hands grip Lakshmi's hips, and tug her closer, as she laughs quietly, barely more than a breath. )

Are you certain, your Majesty?

( She may pay for that. She certainly hopes she pays for that, as she bites down on Lakshmi's lip.

Genuinely, all that she had come to do was deliver the wine and an apology, but she couldn't really point to an issue with this. )

[ She most certainly will. She draws her hand out of Magni's hold and presses it flat to her chest. Pushing her back hard into her chest to press her into the chair so she can swing both her legs over her to sit comfortably across her lap. ]

Quite certain.

[ Her hands stay fixed, but by this, she curls them into her shirt. Tugging her again to return that bite, but this one to Magni's jaw. Teeth flat and pinching the skin between them. ]

Did I not warn you about that?

( A quiet sound as she pushed back into the chair, amused and pleased. )

You said if I called you Rani I would get more pleasant bites, but I am enjoying these already.

( She leans back and looks up with an entirely relaxed smile, at ease. ) Your reprimands are...

( A waiver of her hand, so-so. )

[ Her eyebrow raises, head tilting. Oh really, is the flat challenge and she pulls up. Looking at her square in the eyes, deliberate in the way she stretches out. Extending her neck, both her hands reaching up to the pin that held all her hair in place and tugging it loose so her hair unwound. Long, thick and richly dark in the half-light of burning low candles. ]

Is that so?

[ She leans in, and this time, when she plants both her hands, it is to balance the rest of her body. So that she can come close,close,close but before there is contact she stops. Hovering over where she had bitten with a softly chuckled breath. Tracing up, around the line of her face to her jaw. ] If you do not think well enough, I must try to do better, mustn't I?

[ And any twitch, any movement closer, she jolts, pulling back and away from her before contact was made. ]

( Magni hums a quiet agreement, distracted by the tumble of long hair, watching, distracted from considering the repercussions of her words as it unravels.

Her head tilts with the contact tracing her jaw, smiling very slightly, and leans forward—

to be thwarted. A slight furrow of her brow, and she leans forward again, before leaning back to catch Lakshmi's gaze. Well.

A lunge forward, bracing one hand at the small of her back, one behind her knee, as she pushes upwards and twists to set Lakshmi down on her desk, shoving papers backwards and off it with one hand, and leaning over. Not kissing her, just going close, maintaining that difficult distance. )

Manu.

[ She lands heavy. Fingers curled up in her shirt to catch herself from slipping, her leg riding up hard against Magni's hip in an effort to make sure she's not left there.

But her laughter is light, easy as a breeze. That smug satisfaction of feeling wanted. Even if she must.. Swallow on a dry throat, because there is something to that she would not quite admit. For as strong as she is, and all she might do, being moved around with the strength of her like she could not help herself.

Being wanted was such a dizzying thing. ]

Eager, aren't we?

( Her brow quirks very slightly. )

Would you prefer otherwise?

( But there is a faint smile at her lips as well, in response to that laugh, and she bumps Lakshmi's jaw with her nose. She can feel the weight of her knee at her hip, the paper still under her palms, and she can taste wine on her tongue. )

My apologies, your majesty.

No, I guess not.

[ She slides a hand over her neck, latching fingers around her nap and pulling her down once more with a heavy hand. Almost - almost - but she leans just enough to make sure that it isn't too close. Isn't too near. ]

A champion's place is not to ask questions, Saawariya. Do you not have better uses for your tongue? [ It's laughed, again, like she intends to muzzle her. But even so, there is just so much in wrapping around her. That leg that curls around, bare feet hooking against her back, toes against her belt. Hovering here with a precipice between them. Deep as a cavern, slight as a needle.

Well, maybe later. ]

( Lakshmi seems the very master of temptation. Despite experience, Magni leans forward, tries to close the distance to claim kisses - once, twice. Her queen is wrapped around her, even as she maintains a careful distance, and she hums an unhappy - dramatised unhappiness - sound in her throat and eases back.

A nod, acknowledging, and she dips her head down rather than chasing kisses, to press a kiss to the exposed line of Lakshmi's throat, just above the central dip between the collarbones. A slow flick of her tongue up the throat, and another kiss, this with just the barest suggestion of teeth.

Magni looks to Lakshmi, eyebrows raised. Her place is not to ask questions, but she seeks guidance as best she can, given the orders. )

[ And easy as falling, she tips her head up, gives her neck, the rabbit quick pulse in her throat. Hammering off beat at even so little of being touched, at how dearly she's craved it. Not that she ever believed much in those sorts of self-denial - but whenever did she ever have the time to allow it?

More frequently, now. Apparently.

Her fingers stay tense in their grip but weave deeper into her hair. Fine as it was, nicer now, she would insist, since Lakshmi had brushed it through in a feeble attempt at keeping a measured distance that maybe, even now, she is trying to keep up. It shouldn't matter, that Magni now knows who and what she is, but it does. Makes her fight to keep her breath even, keep her lips pressed together on fitful little noises - not so easy into the give as she had been. Quieter, sharper for it perhaps.

But like this, maybe she could keep it that way. Her nails scratched, her legs curled around her waist. Pressing soft and hard all at once. A familiar dance. Was this not how it went before? A kiss, a kiss that pressed her onto a table, the steady hands on her thighs, the wood that bites into the back of her legs when she was pressed further into the wood. All of it escalating from touch to needy sounds and sharp breaths far too quickly and like a good rhythm she supposes, it is the same now. That tilt that says if they don't get some sense, as she pulled and Magni moved in, she was going to end up on her back, with Magni on her knees and whatever control she pretends, it will be her that is the one begging.

Which is - enough of a pleasant thought to hang onto her half desperate in that image, where pressing her lips together isn't enough to quiet her, she has to pinch the skin of her lip between teeth. Merciful that Magni is such a tall woman, so much to hang onto, that she can hide her face easily away into her hair. The knowledge that no matter how hard she gripped, Magni would grip back and - she pushes into her mouth, those teeth, eagerly, cradling her into her body. That promise she wants so much. Don't treat me like I treat you, even if it isn't fair to ask it. Don't treat me like I treat you, because all those who drank the Blackwater were condemned to their own memories, but Magni wasn't. Magni didn't have to care.

Even if Rani, who is Lakshmi, who is Manu, must. ]

Bed.

[ Is the next order, given with a scrape of nails. Rasped thicked on a dry throat with a half mouthful of aching behind it. ]

( She is not so ready to follow instruction in all circumstances. There are many times when she might playfully challenge and retaliate, but here, now, that doesn't feel right. Now she feels like Lakshmi needs her own control and Magni's devotion. (Devotion, she thinks, is very different from submission. Care and attention over yielding alone. Champion, rather than subject.)

Lakshmi is holding onto her, wrapped about her, and Magni lets her lips linger at Lakshmi's neck, just below her ear and jaw. )

Whatever you wish.

( Murmured, very quietly, as she checks her hold on Lakshmi, and hitches her up - enough that she has to look up to her, the faintest smile at the corners of her mouth. Bed left a great deal open to interpretation, and she opts to sit, so that she still is looking up to her, still open to instruction if it should be offered, but slowly taking one of Lakshmi's wrists, gentle and careful despite the roughness and strength that make up her hands. A bracer, carefully unfastened, as Magni turns Lakshmi's hand and kisses the knuckles, eases it again to continue working away buckles, as she sucks one of her fingers into the heat of her mouth.

Better uses than questions had been requested, advised, after all. )

[ There's a certain joy to feeling her move under her hands. How Magni can lift her so effortlessly, move her about like nothing could be so easy. Leaves her hands free to respond in kind in the trust she has of that hold. Leaning in to drape both her arms over her shoulders. Leaning her head in those spare seconds to lip the curve of her ear, breathing warmly against it, still quiet. Little brushes that turn to firm kisses. Parting lips and teeth on her throat as her head lowers into it.

Until they're sat together, and she has that brief advantage of the position. Her knees nestling in close, perching high to watch - how she slowly takes her wrist, her hand, and unwinds the hard leather braces from her. Interspersed with things that feel almost more reverent then she knows she should allow. Not because it's against their mocked up rules, but that.

She can't take her eyes off her, as she does it. That her throat is drier and drier for each little touch. That she can feel the heat of Magni's mouth all the way down to her toes like a hard-wired current of a glittering machine. Something she can't help the urge when she presses them back into her mouth.

But she stays silent, hardly daring a word as she lets Magni continue as she sees fit. ]

( She draws back, and gently nips the tip of Lakshmi's finger as she does, smiling very slightly, as the hand not holding her wrist nudges the sash from her shoulder, and do away with the buttons of her shirt, to slowly expose more skin. As she does that, the finger is drawn into her mouth again, a second accompanying it.

(Her touch is at Lakshmi's pulse again, and she wonders if it is elevated, or if she is simply too much focused on it and giving herself delusions.)

A glance up, as she slowly draws the fingers from her mouth, and leans forward to start kissing from throat, trailing down chest, dipping her head to caress the top of her abdomen, as she breaths in the scent of her skin, flowers and perfume. Both hands are doing away with fastenings now, loosening and undoing and allowing all to be cast away quickly, even if she isn't doing much pushing away for now, and hasn't paid much mind to her own clothes. )

[ Instead her boots, her toes curl up, squeezing up her legs briefly as Magni continues. Impulsive, heady. Her fingers trapped as surely as if she was bound. Not able to spare herself that way Magni pours over undoing her clothes.

Until she's pressed back in the effort of trying to give her more and more skin to kiss. Her freed fingers go to her own shoulders. Gently beginning to pull it further apart, down her body, exposing more and more of herself so eager it's thoughtless. Until she can't get it further without help and ...

... It's barely an order. Orders, after all, require words, and she is hardly capable of them. More it's a frustrated growl, the shirt caught on her elbows. A jut of her chin, determined - waiting for Magni to lift her head to realise her predicament and fix it. ]

( A quiet, warm breath of laughter, as she eases back. Quirks an eyebrow, and slowly sees to pulling the offending items away, to soothe the frustrated tiger on her lap. Better for her, really, because it lets her run her hands down Lakshmi's sides, and just momentarily dig in with her nails.

And then, she turns them - not a break of slowness, as such, when she is still holding Lakshmi so close and moves with such control, that the twist is a slow laying back of Lakshmi against the blankets, cold from their emptiness, and sits back on her heels to pull away Lakshmi's boots. Eyebrow still quirked, teasing - better to avoid her getting frustrated again, right?

No moves to undress herself, yet, though she leans forward to bites Lakshmi's abdomen. )

[ Soothe her it does, at least momentarily. She has every intention of following through - to press close in, as those nails dig in on her sides over the old scars. To catch her against her mouth, kiss her hard and messy until they're both panting for it. Then begin returning the favour, peeling Magni out of her clothes and run her hands over her.

Except, she's being moved again, firmly, uncompromisingly slow and maybe that doesn't mean she can't. Until Magni is firmly out of her reach and she - levels her with a look. Watching her take her boots off. Even lifting her legs up helpfully. Fine, she had asked and that was - was not against what she wanted. Wetting her lips that were dry. Full from how she bit at them, kept biting at them.

It's hardly a relief, but it's everything she wants, when Magni's head drops, bites her. Her fingers thrusting into her hair this time at least to keep her there. Twitching underneath her, encouraging her, at long last, with the soft whine of appreciation. ]

( The tiger does still have claws, then. She was almost beginning to wonder, and smiles against Lakshmi's abdomen as she unlaces the trousers, nudging them loose and away, before looking up at Lakshmi. False innocence. Hands still. )

How have you been finding the weather, lately?

[ Her hips lift, helpfully pressing up to get them to move. Feeling that upturn of a smile so hidden in her skin that she truly ought to mind. But it's own reason not to.

Still - can't roll over that easily, means it cooly, reserved, removed. Granted that isn't the rough tone that comes out of her mouth, nails still in her hair, carding through it eagerly. ]

Warm, until someone started asking questions again.

[ So there. ]

Oh?

( Her hands are still, with the trousers and undergarments slid away to the thighs, and no movement apparently forthcoming as she rests just chin against Lakshmi’s abdomen and hums thoughtfully. Playful revenge?

Playful revenge. )

That’s a problem.

Happily -

[ She's squirming underneath her - pulling her leg up slowly, trying to get it free of her clothes. To hurry Magni as best she can, force her hand. ]

- one you can fix.

[ Not that useful of course, because she can't get the leverage need, no more than a great deal of frustrated wriggling. ]

( It would be a shame if that wriggling were to encourage the behaviour, wouldn’t it?

She dips her head, sucking on the sensitive skin below Rani’s navel, before nipping it with her teeth, and glancing up to her. No comments for now, at least, though making no moves to go lower, even as she obliges and drags the clothing lower. Pauses at her knee and bites the soft skin inside her thigh, without rushing or making any indication that she’ll fix anything. )

[ It cannot be born for too long. These half touches, little scraps of contact where she has been trapped in the bonds of her own making. Bracing herself on her elbows, pushed up she looks down in a heat, flat gaze.

Magni.

[ It is not a command, no, it is half prayer. The tone if not the word of please. Her hair tumbled free over her shoulders. Chest rising and falling in deep, deep breaths. That heavy silver phial that hung between her breasts, the askew gold falling free from the part of her hair after being rolled about. She looks down her body, and there is nothing less than hunger, worn without remorse, for her. ]

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NSFW somewhere henceforth

I can't believe how cutsceney this

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