shri | FADE RIFT [INBOX]

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. )

Edited 2018-10-26 12:18 (UTC)

[ 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. ]

Edited 2018-10-26 14:04 (UTC)

( 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.

( She doesn't mean it to tease. It was intended to be something drawn out and savoured, and instead she is met with Lakshmi demanding that she quicken. It's enough to surprise a grin out of her, a quiet laugh, as she deliberately slows all the more. )

Your majesty?

[ It would be Magni that asks her a question right now. One she cannot manage the answer to - her face turning up, nuzzling warm kisses against the side of her cheek in breathy soft hitches of her voice. Looking to press an advantage she has for more contact when she was being denied.

( Half truth - the aching miserable sweetness to the fact that she could not part a single corner and curve of them without it costing so much of herself ). ]

You play with me, Saawariya.

[ It's broken between the whine that slips into her voice, unbidden and would be humiliating otherwise but she was - quite beyond that, clearly. Murmured far too intimately into Magni's skin. Her leg curls around, hooks underneath Magni's to pull her in. That even as it's slow, she's as deep as she can take her, eyes closed, eyebrows pinched together on that one feeling. ]

( She makes a soft sound as Lakshmi murmurs against her skin, and she tilts her head to sooth her with a kiss. Not the bites or roughness of before, but gentle. Quiet, a murmur, )

Only because you enjoy it.

( And if she isn't enjoying it right now, that won't do. Magni begins to move her hips again, slowly rocking against Manu harder, as she seeks out one of Manu's hands to clasp, twining their fingers together as she lets her pace escalate, and her fingers quicken in turn. She will keep moving now, until she feels her, hears her fall apart with it. )

[ She turns up to it like the petals of something unfurl - or because they both know she deserves no comparisons so soft - the hand loosening on a blade, fingers uncurling, pressing flat to Magni's shoulder blades. Kissing back fully, little needy noises that build with her lips press to her Magni's. Because oh, she did enjoy it. The disregard Magni so often had for the boundaries Lakshmi put in place. All iron to everyone else, blown away like sand as Magni stepped over them.

Until she's given over to it totally, her fingers knitting with Magni's, interlocking tightly. It's not as violently shuddering a feeling, too deep, too meaningful, to much an exact press of pressure. She shouldn't be allowed herself half so easily, to be led so easily. Pinned down, locked in, pressed as close as physical bodies allow. Briefly, if she turns, it is only to bite a kiss against the hand next to her head, soft on Magni's callouses and hard beaten hands that make her curl up.

Not that it overwhelms, only that it is so much, so very much, that there is no choice other than to feel it. Until she scarce breath, scarce hear all but the heartbeat in her ears. It's going to burst her heart from her chest when Magni thrusts deep again and again, quicker, sharper, smoother, and there is still that illicit ridiculousness to the whole thing, that Magni knows her business and knows Lakshmi well enough that each drive of the hips into her with the toy is going to make her - ]

I'm- [ Gasping, pleading, trying to draw in a breath. She can't even push back at this angle, her leg kicks down, hard, driving heel first into the bed and skipping on the blankets as she tried to find purchase to push back against her. Her hair sticking to her skin in sweat, her breasts rising and falling with each desperately inhaled breath. Bare to her bones and too open for it, sobbing soft broken words that have little meaning and yet all of it.

Too much, too full, too fast, she can scarce breath when she comes, her back twisting up, tangled and twisted and pulling Magni as deeply to her as she possibly can. ]

( Watching her come, feeling the shudder of her beneath her, the grasp of her hands at her back, makes Magni's breath catch.

She slows with that crack in Rani's breath, her words, and with that hard pull closer. Doesn't stop immediately, but slows, until the stop is gentle rather than sudden and jerking. Her hand still clasps Rani's, the pad of her thumb gently brushing at the skin to sooth her.

Her breath feels loud and heavy, in the aftermath, skin shining with the exertion of it, and she leans down to kiss Rani's cheek, her jaw. Three kisses, before she eases back to catch her gaze, once Rani should open her eyes - just to check in, to make sure she's alright, without wanting to interrupt her with words if she's having a moment and able to savour it. Her Manu seems to her to be a woman who rarely takes these moments for herself, amidst all the work.

From a day in the smithy, Magni is hardly lacking in means to exert herself. As much as she loves her work, this is a very different form of satisfaction, of pleasant tiredness settling into her limbs as she begins to carefully draw back - if Lakshmi lets her, at least. )

[ She certainly isn't allowed to go far, by any means. Even if as she comes back down, her body sinking back into the bed - she has none of the fierce grip she had a moment ago. Settling and falling away to let her roll where she needs to, but not to go far. Warm limp limbs that drape over her, burrowing into her side contently. Her eyes still closed, her body stretching out. Everything about her all at once, relaxed.

What she does manage is a warm kiss to her shoulder as she tucks herself in neatly and comfortably. A slight shiver of sweat cooling on her body now that she wasn't breathing so hard, pushed like she'd had to run a mile. Just a little slip of smoke ad air and heat that settles in herself, dizzyingly content.

If that is why women went to get their hysteria treated, the whole practise suddenly made a great deal more sense. ]

( Rolling onto her back, enjoying the cool feeling of the sheets against her skin, Magni waits for Rani to make herself comfortable against her bringing her hand to rest at the small of her back. Her other hand is slowly unbuckling the harness, although she hasn't made any moves yet to lift her hips or slide it down her legs. She feels too content to see to that element of comfort.

Magni tilts her head, presses a kiss to Rani's temple (or her forehead, or her hair, depending on how exactly they're situated) and exhales, betraying the exertion and breathlessness that came with it. )

[ She smiles, silent to herself, rubbing her cheek against her shoulder briefly. But with her breath caught back in her chest, she finds the energy to not do much more. Her limbs tingling slowly toes curling up against her briefly. All pooled together. ]

If that is what I can expect from that thing then, by all means, I am quite at your leisure.

[ She turned her face up, indulgent into the kiss. Returning it messily, lipping against her jaw. ] But if you're going to be fucking me like that I am going to need to clear a few more hours next time. [ Laughing, briefly, taking a deep sigh and settling back with it. ]

( Magni laughs as well, although only quietly, and lightly pokes Rani's hip. )

You think we're finished? I thought you listed more—

( A tilt of her head. ) Demands? Suggestions?

( She smiles at Rani, and it doesn't occur to her to be alarmed by the warmth in her chest, the lightness of it. )

[ She groans, throatily, deeply, rolling half onto her back as she's pocked. Like so little a thing could send her sprawling.

To be fair to the ache in her legs, the faint tremble in them still, it most certainly could be. She just can't let Magni know that, or she'd never live it down. ]

I did have work to do before you... occupied me.

[ Not that she's going to be thinking straight about it - but she lets it hang like half a threat that she might, just, get out of bed right now. ]

You work for diplomacy.

( Magni shrugs, smile very slight. )

This is... improving relations with the Avvar.

[ She barks laughter at that, rolling up onto one arm. This time, her long hair falling over her shoulders, her other hand pressing against the bed beside Magni's head, peering down at her with the little smile. ]

Improving relations? Shall I write that in my report? 'I have found the Avvar to be quite agreeable to suggestions I put forth of hours of... rigorous discussion.'

( A nod of confirmation. There is surely a silly, clever play on words she could make here - the the Avvar put little stock in words, perhaps, that they are convinced with actions, but Magni just offers a small smile. She is not a wordsmith, nor is she particularly wordy at all. She's already offered plenty of them.

Instead, she leans forward, and sucks hard at the flesh over Rani's collarbone, nips it with her teeth, before pulling back. Not enough to bruise, just barely, but almost.)

[ She is ever a silent one, more direct than Lakshmi by halves, and that said more than it truly should.

But that particular thought has better things to consider, like the mouth on her skin that beckons her down. Her fingers digging in harshly to the bedding, curving, slightly, lowering herself to be in easier reach. ]

There is one problem with these negotiations, of course - [ on behalf of the Inquisition, of course. ] - you've yet to ask what would be beneficial for the Avvar. That is the crucial point, in these arrangements.

( Magni's hand slides to Rani's back urging her closer, as she bites down again, only to realise she is being asked a question. A slight tilt back, only enough to look up to her, head angling a little to the side as she thinks.

She opens her mouth, pauses, realises she thinks better of it, exhales, and then: )

Socks.

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