shri | FADE RIFT [INBOX]

( 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. ]

( Looking up is rewarding, when there are such visions to be met with. She smiles, very slightly, and drops lower, settles Rani's calves against her shoulders and back.

Her lips graze the curve of Rani's hip, then drop to the crease of her thigh, trailing slow, deliberate kisses lower, until her shoulders are pressed to the back of Rani's thighs, her mouth and tongue only the barest distance from where she wishes them, from where she knows Rani must wish them, and she holds that moment, savours it. Glances up again, and holds Rani's gaze as her tongue presses against her and slowly drags upwards.

Slowly, deliberately, and still frustratingly light, she'd guess. )

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[ To look is misery, but to look away is impossible. That slow descent that has her fingers curled up in the blankets, digging in tightly. The thin, long breathes she takes to keep herself still, keep her eyes locked onto her. How hard it was to stay entirely inside of herself like this, when she feels less a woman a more a series of touches. The tickle of Magni's hair, the roughness of her fingers on hidden places. The hammering of her heart in her throat.

Her legs shifting as Magni's head drops, feels were her knees are hooked over her shoulders. Tensing around her, hard muscles straining up with the effort of holding, pushed up that little by her body. Too obvious where the scars shift with the little flutter with the jolt of contact.

And no less than before, but soft, the edges worn off. But still - quieter, a swallowed down sound that she only half lets leave her throat: ] Magni.

( Her hands settle at Rani's hips, warm and steadying (steadying rather than limiting, no desire to hold her still) as she gives just the faintest nod, before her eyes close and she kisses her deeply, the warmth of her tongue pushing inside her, slow and insistent.

Their first entanglement had been a heady thing, all laughter and whimsy and a heady indulgence brought on by wine and thought that they would never lay eyes again. This is something more focused; warmer, perhaps, some greater intensity burning behind it, as coals still hold brutal heat even when they appear cooled.

Her mouth tilts up, barely, just barely, and her tongue traces up to Rani's clit, circling nowhere near long enough before her lips and her focus dip lower again, and she groans wordlessly against her. Slow and indulgent and knowing, understanding more than she had understood before. )

[ She shouldn't do this - it's already too much. Too intimate. Easy to decide when and what walls she's putting up. Lies and truth enough to protect herself but - this?

This is Magni knowing her, and she's a bled open thing. Wounded, soft-limbed, unable to help that she can't stand looking at her and being teased because it's too much at once. That she flops back, hard, into the bed. Pressing in with head and shoulders as she arches up in her lower back. The fitful contact that twists her, winds her tight as wire. This isn't the joking ridiculousness of earlier - there is a war, there is people she cannot protect, there is -

- Magni's mouth, Magni's tongue. Simpler, a great deal simpler. Both are a breath of heaven, better now that Magni knows here. ( Dangerous, is the thought, because she is match-strike ready, always, gunpowder under the surface - ) The hums that are more insistent in how they want to break out. Lips pressed together firmly, the sounds pressing hard against the back of her teeth. Body rising, all ribs straining for breath, then sunk back down again. ]

( She is holding back, it seems. Less free, at ease, than their first time being twisted up together and around each other. It is more and less in the same time, knowing more, but perhaps seeing less. Her fingers settle and grip Rani's hips, a gentle squeeze, before one of her hands slips away. Drops, twists, so she can press two fingers inside her in a slow, sweeping motion, draws partway back and presses back in, a third finger adding on the third drive.

Perhaps she is not what Rani expected, or what she wished for. Brash, at times, silent and watchful and perhaps a displeasing recurrence.

Her hand keeps moving, as she looks up, leaning over Ran, gaze questioning. )

[ She doesn't see it. Not at first. Not even to know she's being watched. Because that's the crux isn't it - when there's the sheer force into being quiet, and when it feels as raw as it does - it cuts parts open and others hidden. That her brow is furrowed, focused on the sensation, in bracing her heels hard underneath her as her body lifts and bucks. Panting in little bursts that leave her off-kilter and dizzy. Her hands that absently slide up, knotting into the sheets as her hips push back down. Lean and quick. Perhaps not to be soft and beautiful, but sleek, every little twitch rolling down her body like breath became easy form. Unaware of being looked at, that she turns her head, presses her face into her own arm, opening her lips in a breathless cry as the third finger slides into her, cause her to jolt. Open and full. Adjusting to the difference of it then moving easy to it.

Her eyes open, sliding up to look at Magni briefly. Skin flushed hot, limbs shaking but determined. To lift a hand and snag her thick by her hair. Down, down, a dragging kiss that follows with the pull that she cannot help but be too much. Too much the heat of it, too much herself. The tongue against her lip, the teeth that drag, miss, catch again, where: to keep still, to keep contact evenly is impossible. ]

( She would keep watching, but she has no desire to resist the rough pull down, a sound escaping her as lips and tongue and teeth meet. Not soft so much as muffled, as her chest presses down against Rani's, hips colliding, and she doesn't know that she is kissing her so much as breathing against her mouth, sharing their breath. Her hand moves slower, more deliberately, as her thumb presses down against her clit and flicks over it slowly.

Magni breaks the kiss, bites Rani's jaw, and murmurs against her ear. )

I'll do whatever you want me to, Manu, if you stop holding back.

[ Her leg loops up, around, twining like jungle vines. Because it's the steadiness she wants, the pressure she needs. The secure lock of her arms, the mouth against her that she wants. A space that defines itself as a beginning, middle and end with no land beyond it, for once. No reason but to listen to anything else, and do what she wants most, what she had intended the first time, intends now - with the same ferocity that Galahad threw back the absinthe, and she supposes there is wine on Magni's lips enough for the comparison to stand.

Her lips are kiss bruised, full from it. Her eyes half closed, looking at her through heavy lids. She lets her hand shift, to splay wide against her cheek. Feeling them rock together in an easy weight that's heavy and light, all at once. Encouraging her down, to tilt her jaw up into the press of teeth. That she could press them near, let them mingle as near to one as they could be. Because - oh, she asks for nothing but she asks for the world. How near those two things could be. ]

My champion, so sweetly asking? [ Her laughter is breathy, strained, not as breezily confident as she might wish it to be. Each word a rasp dragged in little swallows. The little half made sounds in the depth of her throat that this close can't be mistaken. Cut into between syllables like stammers of truth. ] You certainly did not, last time.

A champion is to serve and obey.

( Rough in softness, as she begins to slow her hand, keeping it steadier and slowly letting her fingers beckon in small motions, as she settles into enjoying the languid warmth, the feeling of Rani’s legs wrapped about her.

She smiles, and part of it can’t be helped, is brighter than the small smiles she normally offers, if any at all. Something pleased beyond the playfulness of the champion and her lady. Absurd, silly, and far, far too effectively sparking warmth in her gut. )

Perhaps I improve.

( Dipping her head, almost kissing her, and remaining just out of reach. Not as persistent as in times past, willing to be drawn closer. )

[ Draw her closer she does, both her legs lifted to settle around her. Not to wrap entirely but anchor, hooking around the back of her thighs. That with each roll of their bodies, even as it was slow, too much to be anything less than inimate, it was deeper, more intent for it. Feeling each second of her touch drag like sand through a glass and left her open mouthed and panting. That deep throated sound still in the back of her throat.

That at the very least she has to wet her lips, drag her teeth over again to try and voice and imagine even half that amused playful air. ]

Perhaps. [ Her grin is sharp, looking for the kiss that does not come with a huffed whine. That is almost, almost her name. ] But I hope that means you do not lose your teeth.

[ Surges up, not far, only to snap her own just that inch from her mouth. Laughing breathless as she sunk back. Her head and all that hair grind back into the bed, scratching and sinking into the skin of her back. ]

( Excuse you. Her brows raise, her head cants to the side, and her hand? Stops. To be a good champion, or to have her teeth? It seems challenging to have both at once, although in context its hard to tell if Rani is speaking more literally (good) or playfully (also good), and she might just make a show of mulling it over.

It's important to weigh things up, after all.

Her tongue runs over her teeth, and she is so very serious when she says, )

I think they're all secure.

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