shri | FADE RIFT [INBOX]

( 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. )

[ Rather than be ashamed over it ( what was the point of shame, really, when she was on her back, on her desk, with a mountain of a woman caught between her legs, two knuckles deep in her? Where would one even start ? ) she laughs a rough deep sound. Got Magni caught, and plays with her there, smoothing toes against the back of her shoulder blade.

Because each slide keeps her pulse up, keeps her heart in her mouth. Doesn't give her enough to even keep going but drives it like a point. One second full, the next achingly empty. ]

Privacy is a hard thing to come by for a Queen. [ Servants that had to be at every corner, the guards always at the door. Which is a half-truth to living in slums makes it impossible after a while. But - ] - But I would rather it be you.

( Magni hums quietly, bending low again, and her fingers move slowly, until she draws them out, leaves that frustrating absence. Only for a few moments, but perhaps that is enough to be frustration.

Kissing lower, lower, until she dips her head to offer a slow flick of her tongue, and slowly drags it over Manu's clit. Her eyes close, as she focuses just on trying to make her feel, on letting the tension in her rise, but not letting her approach the edge.

She could reward, just as she could torment. )

[ The build is its own reward. Feeling herself curling in and in and in as Magni pulls away, leaves her empty. Makes that slow drop of her head so pointed, a thing to watch by exact measurements, to catalogue the heat of the breath playing against the vulnerable skin of secret kept covered corners, the tickle of hair close to her body.

She breathes out her sigh loudly in relief of it when that mouth closes warm and attentive. Plays to her in that easy intimacy that makes her feel known, figured out in the best, base, sort of way. That one touch can make her buck, another with the tip of her tongue makes Lakshmi's breath drawn in and her belly go taut with the strain. Hard muscles and stiff limbs. Writhing below her like a snake pit, twitching and turning and yet never leaving. It goes nowhere, nothing to tip her too far. Not beyond letting her head rolling to the side. One hand lifting away from the top of the desk to drop down to Magni's head. Carding through her hair, cupping her into the crux of her body.

Until at long last - like that, she cannot stand to be anymore. A croak of her voice between the tumble of soft little - ah - catches of her voice, and the lower - Magni, Magni, Magni - calls. Tugging her by her hair that up. She's pulsing, that pooling heat that smears its proof between her thighs, that she thinks she sees on Magni's lips and so desperately wants to kiss away. Hates pulling that mouth free at all when there is so much it can give her but: ] If you're intending to use that - [ Her eyes flick, brief, across to the toy kept in the box. ] I don't think I could refuse it right now.

[ See how we end up. End up here as some middle point, where she needs something more, and happy to take whatever Magni could give her and without some sense of her propriety to make her too flustered not to ask. ]

( She is focused on her task, and it takes her a moment to respond to the tug at her hair. Slowly, she looks up, and the faintest smile quirks her mouth, before she slowly straightens up. Nods, before she brushes a shine away from her lips with her thumb, and begins to unbuckle her belt and do away with her trousers and remaining garments. There’s a deliberate slowness to her movements, making Lakshmi wait just that hit linger, as she draws the harness out of the case and steps into it, fastening and adjusting and making sure the weight of it hangs right before she moves closer to Lakshmi again, trailing her fingertips over her shin, her knee.

It would be a lie to suggest that she’s not affected by this, that her heart isn’t beating faster with anticipation, and she rests her hands on Lakshmi’s thighs and pulls her closer. )

What do you most desire, first?

( Magni has her own ideas, yes, and Lakshmi had already made fine suggestions. That doesn't mean she can't check for priorities. That's the thoughtful thing to do, surely?

Less thoughtful is probably how she leans down to kiss along Lakshmi's shoulder, her collarbones, wherever she might move that is distracting. )

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[ There is eagerness, plenty, a blush that belongs to a much younger would who is flustered that this is even happening, and a much deeper sort of growl that wants to tear at it all in the sheer impatience. A heady mingle that leaves her warmed limbed, glad to wrap around her as she leans in. Sliding her hands over her back in broad lines. Humming faintly to each kiss, touch, distraction that leaves her tongue thick in her mouth. ]

You. [ Is the laughed, bitten response as she nips the top of Magni's ear where she can reach. But her hands find her shoulders, a moment later, and push her back up. ] Sit. The chair. Sit in it.

[ A nod of her head in the direction. Pushing herself by her elbows to wait, watch her. ]

( Magni bows her head, respectful, and takes steps backwards towards the chair, setting her hands on the arms of it and sinking down. Her legs sprawl in front of her, an inevitability when she seems to be too tall for most furniture in the lowlands. Her brow quirks, curious and challenging, as she smiles.

She enjoys watching Lakshmi, the blush on her skin, the rise and fall of her chest with her breath. Her hands itch to grasp at Manu, pull her close and run over her skin, but she is doing her utmost to be patient, to draw this out, challenging as it is. )

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