shri | FADE RIFT [INBOX]

[ 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. )

Edited 2018-08-27 08:34 (UTC)

[ 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.

[ Magni is the little whine, when her fingers stop and Lakshmi bucks fitfully. Wanting the contacting, to keep moving, even slow - demanding it where words would only be half of how her whole body curls in the effort to get her to continue. But it does not and she's -

- Oh, she dared. ]

Are they? [ Is the bite, hot against her tongue as she pushes up, and kissing her is surely not the best way to count, but it certainly gets the job done. Tongue pressing past her lips, lifting her up hard with her hips even if she can hardly say it's to go far with her legs still wrapped tightly around her.

Patience was a virtue, true enough, but one Lakshmi had only so much of, it seemed. Rolling Magni onto her side, so they were facing each other. Pressing their bodies close as could be so that when she rolled down - it was to move them both. Scraping her nails down her back. Fitfully sharp. Taking and taking and taking. ]

( Magni, of course, is perhaps inconveniently clothed. Inconvenient for herself, at this point, because she would like to better feel the rake of those tiger claws down her back, instead of feeling them at her neck and the topmost part of her back, before the wrapping of cloth and leather about her chest and partway over her abdomen steal the sensation from her, and she only gets to hiss a little when her lower back is caught. Suddenly being so focused on Rani's clothes seems like a considerable flaw in her plan, when they're side by side, and Rani is grinding down against her.

She groans into the kiss, not quite retaliating but certainly stoking the intensity of it, feeding the flames of it with her breath and eagerness. Her hand begins to move again, not so slow as before, still in long motions where her fingers threaten to slip away, only to press back in all the quicker, as she sucks Rani's lip.

There are not breath for words or funny responses, only to drink Rani in. )

[ Her clothes are a sudden, and very obvious, inconvenience as she presses them as near to each other as she could. The laces and leather biting into the sensitive bare skin. The rough cloth of her pants that rides up against her inner thigh, where she grips her tightly muscles by hard muscles. Rubbing as they rock together, taking thick, heavy breathes as her fingers slide deep.

When she pulls back - it's a sacrifice to be sure. Yanking at the laces on Magni's back to being to yank them free by the handful. Then pushing, to shove up and over Magni's head - even if that meant losing her fingers. Because once it's gone, she can go for the shirt. An immediate, deliberate focus that words with blackwater-cold, single-minded. ]

( She complies with the rush to pull it all away, even as she has to stop for moments that feel far too long, and casts away the binding leather and cloth, shoves her clothes away so that she can feel her skin pressed to Rani's. )

Manu.

( A murmur, reverent, as she leans forward to suck at her neck, hard, desperate to get her hands back on her and still at the mercy of Rani's whims. )

[ And at long last, after all that muffled attempts at keeping her place and that false preserved dignity, she cannot help but cry out. Her cheek pressing into the pillow, her head tilting away. Forgetting, eagerly so, that anything else mattered when she presses her chest in, aligning them skin to skin from hip to breast, pressing flat together. That her hands find Magni's -

- and it's an easy guide. Not down between them, for what space was there when she dared not even let light separate them? But down her back, over her hip and sliding around the curve of her rear. When she's sure that Magni needs no more prompting, she returns the favour. Unhooking her belt and loosening her pants so that they are free enough for Lakshmi to run her hand similarly down, around. Smoothing over her skin, feeling out scars on her body like the blind looked. Deft, sometimes scratching as she felt her out. Other times, nothing short of tender in how she gripped skin. Soothingly careful. Sometimes neither and she took by handfuls, digging in to cup the curves of her body with blunt fingers and the broad of her palm. ]

( It's impossible to watch to be touching someone so completely, to stay pressed to them, to want that entanglement and almost finding that satisfaction was impossible because she could never be touching her enough. Her clothes are being worked away and she hardly notices, with the heat of their skin pressed together and the salt of Rani's skin on her tongue as she sucks hard at her throat, and her nails pull scratches over the curve of her rear.

At least her height gives her some advantages, and as she presses closer, leans into the contact, she can tease her fingers against Rani again even from this angle, though there are limits to how far she can push in. Maybe that is better; maybe the teasing is what Rani should have, as Magni tilts her mouth closer to murmur against her ear. )

What are your orders, then?

[ She leans up to, like she is half drowned and this is air, her body curving eagerly, fingers splaying wide as she pulls Magni in. As tight as they could be, even when her neck strains, when her lungs burn. ]

I think too much - and I sorely wish not too.

[ Your worst, she means, like the last time, because if Magni wants her to not hold back, then she had best have a reason not to, best be put out of her mind. For that so sorely, where she wants to be, anywhere else but thinking on her own helplessness. That she works better with a focus than to turn her wheels in the dirt - as she leans back, snagging Magni in a kiss, rocking to the beckon of teasing fingers. The art to being blind, that with her eyes closed, that she navigates by touch and sound and taste alone. ]

Edited 2018-09-05 10:26 (UTC)

( She is not without sense or empathy. When Rani says that she thinks too much, what she means is that she feels too much that is painful, and her mind picks over it. Thought and feeling are so wound around each other as to be inextricable, for some, and though she doesn't presume to think she knows Rani, she does think she understands pieces of her.

Magni lets herself be pulled into the kiss, bites down on Ranii's lip, and almost brutally pushes her back, forcing a space between them so that Rani falls back against the mattress, immediately moving over her, too calm to be anything like a prowl, control in her as she hooks one of her hands behind Rani's knee and pulling it up to the side of her hip, and then biting down on Rani's neck, pressing down against her. )

[ She goes with it - a brief resistance only because she must, somehow, even if only a little. Push and pull, where she bucks up into her hold. It doesn't last long or has much strength behind it. Replaced as quickly, as eagerly, as the breath she gasps out when she's pushed onto her back.

She burrows her face against her neck, crying out into her skin. Her leg locks tightly about her lower back, because she wants to be the things she cannot help, and the choice is taken out of her hands. Her arms loop around her shoulders, sliding around to sit palms against broad bones, sinking into shoulder blades. That when she breathes back in, it's shaking but the same - ] Saawariya.

( Magni's hold is patient, steady. As Rani surges, she simply holds onto her, firm. Reassuring, she hopes, because it feels like there is something akin to desperation in the way she's grasping at her.

Her hips roll down, slow, deliberate and hard, and the intake of breath is slow and rasped. )

Saawariya.

( A murmur, an echo, against Rani's neck, and again, spoken at her lips, sharing the same breath. Still a mystery, and she enjoys it so. Another roll of her hips, and her hands brush over her ribs. Slow, and gentle for a moment. )

[ Her eyes open - and she looks up at her in a haze, her gaze dazed almost. But it's a flicker, her eyes heavy-lidded, straining below her. Gripping her with both hands, feeling no more than this, no less than this. How steady a weight Magni is, hard and between her legs, reassuringly firm.

Because she has not the words to tell her that she will turn up in smoke under Magni's hands if not for how they held. A border she makes of herself between them. A tenous pull that when Magni and her fingers are deep into her she grips with both hands, her leg squeezing tightly. ]

( Another slow roll, as her fingertips trace over those taunting hips. )

Keep holding, Manu.

( Softly, as she dips her head, kissing throat, neck, collarbone and dipping her head lower and catch Rani's nipple - the barest brush of her lower lip, a graze of teeth, before she takes it wholly into her mouth. )

[ A mimicry of an order once given before and easier to do now - because at least she is holding to Magni instead of gripping far above and away. Fingers sunk into her like anchor holds, that without thought or want - her spine arching up - she reacts.

It's breathlessly sharp, holding fast, and her nails dig and dig and dig, like they might cut if she presses too hard. But was that not why it had been Magni and no one else? The surety that had been merely a peripheral selection of the tallest person in the room but now was a great deal more - of what Magni could take. That she could sink herself deep against her, into her, and get as good as she gave. ]

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