shri | FADE RIFT [INBOX]

( Her head cants to the side, gaze narrowing slightly with concern as she watches her Manu, and leans closer to kiss her cheek. Shushing her quietly, in what she hopes is a soothing, calming gesture rather than something condescending or insulting. )

I'm under your command.

( Murmured against her jaw, as her hand cups Manu's neck, and the fingers of her other hand follow the line of her collarbone, no matter the layers that might lay over it. ) Say the word and I will obey.

[ And oh, and how that soothes, Her fingers lifting and curling around indulgently, her head tilting to the side with a deep and heavy sigh. So full with that contentment she might burst like a river at the edge. Flowing out and over. How warm Magni's hands were, how sure they could settle in and make her feel comfortably slight. Fitted in well. ]

You make such tempting offers.

[ Provokely so. She follows it, but it not to say that she slows her pace simply because she is unsure. Rather, she goes for what she knows. ] But I already told you what I wanted.

[ And she leans in, pressing up on her toes to match Magni's height even when she was half lent back. Her hands cupping her neck in response and kiss her, full against her lips with that customary lack of inclination to drag any kind of teasing out too long. Slanting her lips as her head tilts to continue to kiss her, with teeth and tongue all. The part of breath is only to find a rhythm to the movements, to how she leans into her. Pressing them closer and closer. ]

( Magni smiles against the kiss, making a quiet, pleased sound as Manu leans against her, her hands sliding possessively from her hips to grasp at her rear and pull her closer still, keep her close. Her teeth catch Manu's lip, a teasing tug, before she breaks the kiss, and dips her head to start kissing the column of her neck, gentle bites sneaking in to the slow, indulgent kisses trailing over her skin.

After all, Manu said to kiss her. She never specified where, so Magni is happy to tease just a little. Oh, Manu does not seem to tease a great deal, which makes it all the more appealing for Magni to do it, to see what responses it draws out. )

[ And teased she is, her fingers hard set into her back with a pleasant gasp of the lips on her neck. That pleased shiver that she covers in a deep laugh that bubbles and spills without going further. How good her mood was, how gladly it could be made better.

As her eyes slip shut, pulling into that smile, that touch, she leans her head back. No, she does not tease terribly. She takes, in the most direct fashion with little middle ground, and no doubt Magni would enjoy making her learn deviations. But as of right now, there is a pleasure in it. In, in turn, gathering up Magni's hair between her fingers, tangled between the braids as she ran them against her scalp. Gladly encouraging her into the curve of her body as it was offered up to her wandering and teasing. ]

( As Manu's fingers run over her scalp, Magni makes a pleased sound against her throat. She leans into her, just as she is pulling Manu closer to herself, and her hands begin to slide upwards, find the edge of her shirt, and her fingers touch the warm skin. Her hands keep moving upwards, and she follows the contours of Manu's muscles, her back, as she raises her head, and gently bites down on Manu's lip. )

Is that all you wanted?

[ She responds with slow strokes of her fingers against her head, sliding through her hair lightly. ]

You know it isn't. [ Is the rumbled bite as she is in turn bitten, her body arching up in a gasp. Soft and needy, looking for more of the space with a focused intent. A hand moving to turn Magni's face up to kiss her again. Dragging her mouth over Magni's in a way that is barely even a kiss, is more an intent to devour. To pick the bits out of her teeth later, with this same breathless eager, excitement. ] Come on.

[ Impatient as ever, demanding as ever, so disinclined to wait if she did not have to. Not about the things she wanted. Not when the thing she wanted was in her own hands. ]

( The contrast of the slow hands in her hair and the hunger of the kiss makes her abdomen flutter. Her fingertips trace lightly over shoulderblades.

The sound she makes— it is not shushing. It does mix together shushing and tutting, against the kiss as she very deliberately respond to slow Manu.

Not because she wants to go slowly particularly, but because she wants to provoke her. And because Manu needs to learn patience, yes, but she doesn't mind if she winds up mastering patience a different day. )

[ Provoke her, it does. Her face turned up in a beckon for more, for faster, for the rougher exploration of those hands over her body. To reach further, undress her and when it does - not - she lets out a shaky breath. Pulling back and fixing Magni with a look. All challenge and determination. Oh, really?

And with it, her hands drop, crisscrossing her body instead to reach at the hem of her shirt now untucked. Taking it by fistfuls and pulling it up her body and straight-armed over her head as it's pulled and discarded away. Enough of a tug where it catches on her hair that it begins to loosen. Tugs on that too, until it comes free to fall over her bare chest, down and down to her hips before she leans back in.

With all that display done, she leans up, to brush her thumb against the bottom of Magni's lip, sinking the curve of her nail just slightly in. Go on, then, slow as you can manage. ]

( A slow inhale, and Magni smiles. Slight, as she accepts that look, and her lips part as Manu throws down her shirt. She is beautiful, and there are times when Magni wonders if this woman of fire and gold is as divine as Korth and the Lady of the Skies. How could she be anything but, when she burns with such an intensity? And yet, that would be impossible, when she is so entirely human.

Magni's fingers press a little firmer, dragging slowly across her ribs, until she catches one of Manu's wrists in her hand, bound still by the leather bracer. Stubbornly, Magni brings Manu's hand closer, tugs if she is met with resistance, and pulls at the leather cord fastening it with her teeth, before kissing Manu's palm. Her free hand comes to loosen the ties of it, as she presses another gentle kiss to the palm, higher, before Magni's teeth catch a fingertip.

All the while she watches Manu and works away the bracer, as she draws two fingers into her mouth. )

[she could not move if she wanted too. Transfixed by the warmth of the lips against her fingers. That little white flash of teeth on the lacing as she pulls them free. She watches in a fixed gaze, her breath falling thin between her lips.

Because there is that drunken feeling again, a hangover from the first. A warm sensation that she feels light behind her eyes and flood her gaze, until it settles heavy lidded. How magnificent Magni is, how utterly something else. That any part of this could be too much, or too little, or rub her the wrong way - but oh, how together she places, and Lakshmi feels drawn out like metal under the hammers blow. Dinted into a particular shape by skilled hands. ]

Magni... [ no more than a pray like whisper, shared between them. ]

( Drawing back, she lifts her head, leans closer— and stops just shy of kissing Manu. Her fingers still loosely hold her wrist, and Magni smiles as she pulls the bracer away, and tosses it to the floor. She guides Manu's hand to her chest, so that she can feel Manu's hand over her breast, and releases it so she can start working away the other bracer. Not quite so drawn out, because she doesn't want to pull away from Manu, and instead presses a kiss to the corner of her mouth, slow and lingering. )

Manu.

( The second bracer is drawn away, and then Magni waits. )

[ There is always something satisfying to feeling them both get the better of themselves so mutually. That breathless little laugh as Magni settles her hand on her body and - hardly fitting for a woman to be so brazenly appreciative, really, but she cups underneath her breath, sweeping her thumb across her nipple in a blunt swipe. Deliberately distracting, playful. Letting her thumb circle to see how much she can take before it becomes too much of a distraction. ]

( Magni exhales slowly, steadying herself against the effective distraction being offered her through the fabric of her shirt. It's not terribly steadying, really, as she leans into the contact, wraps her arms around Manu and pulls her closer. Roughly, but only just, as she dips her head to bite Manu's neck, as her fingers rake her back. )

[ her head rolls back eagerly, the short sharp sigh bleeds out of her. All quick and needy, and when her eyes half open, heavy with the weight of being held onto, of her skin being marred in a far more pleasant way for once she -

Licks her lips, that little spark of mischief and her favourite game she's learned to play with Magni. Her fingers still playing around her breast. Perhaps if Magni were to look her in the eye, she might know the warning signs. Because if anyone knew them at this point, it would be Magni.] I do wonder, you bringing that here. You must have had a thought on what you'd want to do with me.

[ She doesn't bother to not sound affected, that was part of this joy of it, surely. Easing herself into the notion. A play of words to images to tease them both. ] Did you want me on my back, on the bed? My knees up on your side. Or - [ her thumb still circles, still teases in little rolls. ] - did you want to sit in my chair, whilst I sat in your lap. Back to you of course, like you were my throne.

[ Ridiculous, of course, she'd never had that sort of throne but - well, all of this was, and oh, but how Magni liked to twist her titles back.

But even laughing with it, straining with the heat of the mouth in her skin, the nails in he back, her breath hitches and her fingers dig in. ] Or did you want to bend me over my desk and see how long it takes before I can't even speak.

[ Like pressing a blade in. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Which way she'd snap for, which word was too much which image struck her clearest. Which would be too much to not want. ]

( Her hands still at Lakshmi's lower back, after a slow downwards drag of her nails, and her breath stutters. Damn her. Korth and the Lady give her strength, because she knew not if she had it for herself. Her breathing is not quite shallow, but she can feel wanting in her, that hungry pressure that seemed to push and pull in the same moment.

Magni's hands brace, and she pushes upwards and twists, so that she can set Lakshmi down on the desk, sitting, as Magni leans over her. Hands at either side of her, gaze challenging and encouraging, before she brings them to start doing away with belt, boots, if her Manu will let her.

But first she leans forward to murmur against her ears, ) You assume I only considered one?

[The groan is too earnest to be anything but appreciative for the man handling. A familiar rhythm now to how Magni likes to undress her. That her leg lifts without looking. Helpfully flexing muscles against the tugs to make it easier to pull the boot free. Sucking in her breath and belly to make the belt come looser quicker.

Less helpfully, all blatant provocation, is the way she lays back. Her papers pushed aside, arching her back to press her chest up. Lifting one bare foot to catch Magni by her belt loops and tug her in. Pull her down. A teasing cheerfully throaty note to he voice.]

I was hoping for all.

( She resists being tugged down, though she does jerk forward just a little before she rights herself. No, first she pulls her shirt over her head and casts it aside, and pries her own boots off. Her own belt and trousers are still on, though, as she obliges and leans down over Lakshmi, deliberately letting the cold metal of her belt buckle press against Lakshmi's skin. )

Then I imagine you will be pleased.

( But that doesn't mean she will be immediately indulged, and Magni leans down to take one of Manu's nipples between her lips, letting her tongue flick over it to tease, as her fingers - callused but careful - graze down over Manu's abdomen. )

[ she leans up, look for a kiss, a bite, maybe waiting for any sort of follow through. But it doesn't come. Only the little bite of cold. Then the immediate heat on her breast. Just enough room between them that she can buck into her. Beckoning half hot to it. To that weight of Magni that pins her. A steady pressure she gladly winds around. Vine like and demanding. Hungry as the earth for water.]

I always am with you.

[Heady, meaningless praise, save that she never does. But it has the quickness of a well satisfied lover who expects more. She pulls with both her hands over her shoulder, feeling her belly jolt with the touch. Oh, please more, which it comes a soft moan. Her head falling back, her eyes sliding shut.the comfort of being sure of Magni to just enjoy it. ]

( A smile, and with a final tease with her tongue, Magni dips her head lower, kisses the top of Lakshmi’s abdomen, the kisses drifting lower. She sucks hard and kisses softly, alternating between the two during her slow, slow descent, not making it easy for Lakshmi tonpredict what will come next, as her hand steadies Manu’s hips and her thumb brushed over the crest of the hip.

If Manu isn’t careful, she’ll get an ego. Maybe she already has one, really. Her other hand smoothes over Lakshmi’s thigh, until she comes to rest it so she can press her palm against Lakshmi’s clit, the pressure not specific or direct enough to do much more than tease. )

[ It bundles up in anticipation. There is a goal in mind, after all, a point at the end of this meandering path Magni wanders. Her skin shivering with each little touch because it's worse to know she's doing it on purpose. Worse that Magni must know how utterly she adores her clever mouth. ( She'd have to be deaf not too. )

Enough that she's utterly forthcoming in her appreciation, the little-hitched groans, that eager part of her legs as the hand prompts the push apart. Sighing when the hand settles broad-palmed over her and it is just a tease. A pressure and no more. But one she rolls into. Her hips bucking, forcing that little bit of friction as she looks down her body to her, eyes still half shut, smile still lazy. Her whole body laid flat on the desk, hands above her head as she lightly grips onto the edge of it.

Licks her lips, drags teeth on skins - draws in a breath and: ] Well?

( A glance, her brow raising just slightly. Well? She asks right back.

Her palm presses down against that search for friction, and slowly, so slowly she slides her hand lower, so two fingers dip into Lakshmi, and then she draws away again, as she sucks at Manu's abdomen, below her navel. )

It's been a long day. Perhaps you should rest.

[ She sighs, a little content squirm as she gets friction, gets the heat her fingers inside of her, pressing back with a slow rock of her body. Enjoying each and little feeling for what it is. ]

If you go, you ought to know I will not be moving here until I finish what you started.

[ And you won't be here to enjoy the sight. Let her walk away from that image. The lips wet with kissing, her knees trembling that slight way Magni knows now. The nails dragging up the inside of her thighs in a sharp sort of pleasure that hurts. The way they scratch on the wood now in a eager sort of demand but she makes sure to keep her hands off or that would surely make it too obvious. ]

( Magni's mouth quirks a little at the corner, and her response? Is to push two of her fingers into Manu, barely granting her enough time to finish those words.

That attitude. She enjoys it far too much to complain, and a quiet laugh rumbles in her chest. Slowly draws out and presses back in. )

Oh?

[ It is a foul attitude, and it is a good thing Magni finds no objection to it. Too mouthy by halves, but at least not as vile as the Gwen's comes out with. More she places the blade to a fine line, and pushes, seeing what will come apart. How the pieces will fall.

But there is a glorious tumble to it. With someone who does not mind it, who pushes back. That she can fall with.

Her leg lifts, hooking thigh over her knee, her bare heel digging into Magni's shoulder briefly in a reflexive flex of muscles, pulling her and those fingers deeper into herself. ]

Mm, saying your name, perhaps I'll press that - [ Oh, good lord, she had no idea what to call it? Physicians instrument? That hardly seemed right. ] - into myself. See how it suits me while you aren't here.

( Almost a stumble forwards, but she catches herself, bracing her other hand against the desk, as she draws her fingers out, allows a long pause, and presses them back in. )

You could. I think you like having someone to see you, though.

( Just, you know, raising that point. )

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