shri | FADE RIFT [INBOX]

[ 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. )

[ She is drastically to tall for the whole room, and as if that hadn't been the reason Lakshmi had looked that way to begin with, out of everyone in that crowded tavern. Any other time, perhaps, it might be ridiculous, but she found it so painfully endearing. Looking her over with a tilted. Out of place and broad, and so utterly Lakshmi's own right ten.

She catches her hands on the edge of the desk. Pushing up against the ledge, getting her legs underneath her ( that little shake that if it were anywhere else she'd do her best to hide but here - ? ) before she hops down. Landing cat quiet on her bare feet. Pressing on her toes briefly as she walks forward slowly. Taking that few steps before she can sink over her. Nestling her knees either side of Magni's on the chair. Lifted up above her, she doesn't sink down immediately ( perhaps savouring the few times she might be taller than Magni ), rather stop and kiss her, softly, indulgently, carding the hair back from her temples with slow rakes of her nails against the other woman's scalp. Cupping her face. Sliding to brace either side of the throat.

Like this, they were a little more, in a way Lakshmi enjoyed. Gently shifting her body when she thinks she can stand no more. Dropping her right hand between them to touch at herself briefly. Been so long since she'd had a man, but certainly had more of them than women. But at least the patterns to it were familiar. When her fingers are slick, she drops her hand to the toy, sliding over it. Maybe on a man there would be teasing her, how she angles, pressing against it, running it along herself.

But as it stands, it is only to tease her own being. That ache built up without end but looks for it still. Before she sinks, down, down, down, once she's sure its enough she doesn't push or shove or direct, just moves to brace her hands on either of Magni's shoulder, a terrible little whisper of a noise that - it's been an age, and this isn't exactly the same as a man. There isn't the heat of it, the softness of it, but a settling feeling. A fullness that made her toes curl up, as she adjusted to the difference of say - Magni's fingers, or Magni's tongue. Leaning to balance herself as when she looks back to her, she's short of breath, panting softly, that terrible to openness to her gaze. ]

Saawariya.

( As soft spoken as always, with the same roughness around the edges. Quieter, and maybe rougher as well, as she swallows as though to make speaking easier, without going so far as to try again. That drag of Lakshmi's nails against her scalp and the this intoxicating closeness, the feeling of what could be vulnerability and is instead a sort of exultant trust at the hands bracing against her throat. Her chin tilts up, and the scar across the skin stands out more clearly, a messily healed gnarling of pale flesh.

There is little room to think of such things, when Manu is so close to her, kissing her, when she is slowly dropping down and Magni can see, hear, feel the changes in her breath, that sound she makes. It coaxes a rough breath out of Magni, as her hands rest at Lakshmi's hips, holding her steady for long moments, before she slowly rocks Lakshmi's hips. Not up, not yet, more a slight tilt, before she gently bites at her bottom lip. )

All well?

( Before she proceeds, does more, before she does all the things she has been daydreaming about when she should have been more focused, probably. )

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[ In the daylight when she prefers this - particularly to straddle, to sit in close - is not something she'd admit. But like this, Magni is not quite so tall, even if she feels that strange slightness in how her hands grip her hips. Broad on the soft parts of her body. Stable and something to press back into.

They can meet as equals in that space, neither one greater or smaller, she can meet her eyes and have it returned as she kisses her, pulls back, to watch her face with her lips soft-parted in the little sigh when she's moved. ]

Well.

[ Her swallows down roughly, trying to get something of her proper self back in her throat but it does not come. Just a rough, dry, rasping sound, bound up tightly in the back of her throat. Because been too long, always, she finds where Magni is concerned, and her body rolls. Feeling the drag as she doesn't lift her hips so much as with knees digging into hardwood instead to balance. ( A pillow, she's getting for next time, which is its own intoxicating notion ), her back curves and her chest leans in. Flexing muscles in her legs, instead, pushing herself in a slow roll up that curves her back just so, - it aches - to sink back down, - and it's so damnably, wantingly, warm. She can't help when she groans, eyes lowered as she watches Magni's teeth press against her skin. ]

( Well, she says. Magni’s breath feels shallow, and leans forward more, chasing Lakshmi for a proper kiss. She does this, even as she very slowly braces Lakshmi’s hips in her hands and draws her upwards, waiting, and slowly guiding her back down. Careful, and perhaps agonisingly so, because this is new for them. Magni swallows, her throat feels very dry, and she is doing her best to stay still as she watches Manu to make sure this is good.

The way she leans back, that groan, everything about her makes Magni feel tangled up in wanting, and she draws her up again. )

[ She moves with each move, no hesitation, a seamless sort of dance that she leans into. Until her forehead is against Magni's, briefly broken in those kisses, the trailing bites, or when the sink back down and she is so utterly, slowly, full, that her eyes shut, her head rolls back, and for one complete second, all of her self.

Doesn't mind the careful, doesn't mind the slow. Especially when it lets them be so close. Sliding them together so that they were chest to chest, pressing her face into hair, against her ear. Biting at it softly, pinching that little bit hard when she's sunk down. A litany she places against her that each time, a little more, a little more. Her voice deepens, not needing to be guided so much in that slow, slow pace, though she presses back into her hands every time. ] You make me feel like rain, piya.

[ It's whispered hotly into her ear, her breath tickling as pulls up and she hitches in, in, in, her belly sucked her shoulders hunching up. Almost free, her mouth parting in a needing gasp. Her lips soft against her cheek, even when her shoulders hunch in the sheer expectation of what it feels like to sink back down, to take as much as she can. More than just enjoying it herself, reasons, that if this were her fingers, Magni could feel how she tightens around each thrust, how tightly her body curls around in the effort to keep her in, could feel how wet she was by more than the smear of the thing currently fucking her.

But since it was not, and oh, how Magni was giving to her, it was only fair how she lets her eyes shut, her head bowed, and the moan to wrack through her deeply, pitching a note higher as she rocked back as slowly, not so much about adjusting now, it's nothing but smooth in each can't of her hips, she rocks them together. Knees hard into the wood, body lifting effortlessly. ]

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( Her throat feels very dry as she watches Manu rise and fall, feels the pull at the harness as she draws away and the satisfying weight as she drops lower again. It is almost an overwhelming thing, seeing her like this, as she feels teeth at her ear and savours the low groans rolling from Lakshmi's throat. It feels like the coming of a storm, the low and distant calls of thunder that seem to shake the very ground as they draw closer, the heat that comes before it breaks.

You make me feel like the rain, she says, and Magni feels like she is waiting for a storm to burst, longing for it. She doesn't manage to say it; thinks it, like she so often does, and neglects to grant it voice. You make me feel like rain reverberates in her, that breathy gasp that escapes against Magni's skin, and her grip on Manu tightens momentarily, before she holds herself back.

Be slow. Be gentle. She's too strong, at times, for her own good, and so she licks her lips and bites down on the inside of her cheek as she guides Lakshmi up again, again, trying to sate herself by keeping close, kissing and biting at the exposed line of Lakshmi's throat. One of her feet is braced against the floor and bouncing very slightly as a means of self distraction, as she tries to draw out another of those moans. )

[ There is a satisfaction to that hold, more so than that wicked, good, feeling, of Magni gripping her so tightly, so needily, to being wanted like this. This wretched closeness that she found herself so desperately looking forward to when she allowed herself the time to do it. Because that grip gets what Magni wants, a deep rumble of her voice, that breathy hiss as she bucks into it.

Pausing, where she's sunk down - feeling it deep within her, feeling the hands that grip on her skin and letting her eyes open brief, low lidded with her head tilted back. Only half conscious the fact she might be teasing her at all ( hopes so, for the utter teasing Magni so often gives her even when she does not mean too ). With it, she leans back, not so close. Letting her watch and trusting in the strength of her hands and that they would not dare leave her body.

Her head leans back, her long hair shaking free down her back as her head tilts away. Shifting to brace her hand instead on Magni's shoulder, the other on the arm of the chair to balance herself between them. When she lifts herself again, it's with the conscious effort of herself on full display, that it was something for Magni to watch alone. Hers, all hers, like she promised, to look at, watch in that too quiet way that Lakshmi curled around as if her body craved it. As wanted a thing as fresh water in the worst summer days. That crack of monsoon air that splits the sky to rain in sheer relief, but for now it builds and builds and builds. Savouring, sinking into it, a slow sort of elegance to how she lifts her body, half for show, half too raw reaction. Moaning deeper, louder, as she sinks back, feeling that eager way she parts for it. Cut open and pouring it through the edges. Again and again and again each time she moves down, deeper and deeper a call of her voice. That too familiar taste of her own relief in it. ]

( It builds, and eventually, the sky will burst. Which of them is the sky, though, and which is the parched earth, is not so simple a question. She watches, transfixed, as Lakshmi rises up and drives back down, the lines and contours of her body, the tension in her muscles, the shine of exertion. With each time she grinds down, the pressure, that taunting friction, makes longing seem to wind tighten in her. It's nowhere near enough, and yet so enticing—

Enough. Magni braces against the ground and pushes upwards, supporting Lakshmi in her arms, crossing the distance to the bed in long strides. Barely controlled, barely aware, as she crashes them both down onto the bed, one hand tangled into the long, silky lengths of Manu's hair as she lands on top of her, kissing her with something close to desperation. No more is Lakshmi above her, although she could hardly go so far as to say that she's not still in control, when this is what she predicted - Magni on top of her, Lakshmi wound about her.

Magni murmurs against her skin, barely audible or comprehensible. )

Yours. ( The one word that might be made out, as she rolls her hips down hard - slow at first, before drawing back and pressing back in faster, starting a pace that escalates with each motion.

They are not in love, but Lakshmi is everything in the world to her. )

[ Her back bounces when she hits the bed, grappling briefly to keep her hold. Her arms sliding to lock move Magni's shoulders. To keep her close, keep her near. As if they could be closer than that steady pressure of Magni's weight pressing her down, the rock of hips into hers that keeps her pinned below her. Her knees hitching up around her waist, legs parted, all those hard muscles twitching as she strikes at exposed nerves and the sink back down faster -

- makes her cry out. Sharp and high, her hair tangled in Magni's hold, straining back into that sharp sweet pull on her head. Each sharper strike that twists her body up and up and up. Takes with it the permission to let that careful restraint of herself slip the way she knew Magni liked, that she would not give to anyone else.

The sort of honesty that was gut-wrenchingly too much. Not that she can manage the word, manage much of a comprehensible word at all as her voice cracks, pitching against her, lips falling open in a long string of panting, deep moans. Her voice too harsh to be beautiful, she knew, no soft sighing bride, but for Magni and Magni alone, she pretended nothing, but let all of it go for once.

Until those moans turn to sobs, those sobs to cries that come without stopping. Harder, again, more, a deeper breath, her hands pawing and clawing, over the blankets, the bed. Finding her lower back and sinking in with a hard curl, yours, yours, yours. ]

( As Manu's voice rises, Magni releases her grip on her hair, sliding her hand between them so that she can draw Manu closer with tight circles of her fingertips, pressing down as she keeps on moving, as Manu's nails mark her back and draw livid red lines across the inked patterns on her skin. The marks of her Hold, of her history, clawed over with the claims of a woman from another world - better not to read too much into that.

Hearing someone so controlled (because she was, for all the wildness that Magni knew was in her, someone who exerted a great deal of control, guarded her boundaries carefully) crying out so freely— the feeling of it was hard to describe.

Probably it wasn't quite so wondrous to the people in the surrounding rooms, but that has exactly nothing to do with Magni catching Lakshmi with a kiss. Her pace slows, though the movements stay long and heavy, and her fingers keep rolling circles against Lakshmi. )

[ And how desperately she does claw, that piece of hot metal to be beaten flat in strikes the way she has so carefully seen Magni work metal, she feels herself worked. She was close, she was so close. Her legs squeezing her hips tightly, hard as that was to manage when she could feel them starting to shake. Her whole body twitching with it, pulling and twisting, and - oh, please. A haze that she cannot stand for how it consumes her, from the inside out, tipping towards an end.

It doesn't come. She thrashes, twisting underneath her as her eyes open, a hunted, demanding expression as she looks up at Magni. Pupils blown wide, her lips full from being kissed so thoroughly. She sounds practically petulant, smoothing, gripping, trying to encourage her back to the fast pace. Straining underneath her with arches of her back, trying to push them together, rocking her hips to make her faster, get that friction back. Bucking into the fingers that promise but do not give.

And when none of it works, she tries to force words. Though it comes as no more than her name, pleading into her mouth. ] Magni.

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