shri | FADE RIFT [INBOX]

( 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.

[ She doesn't lift herself up, she just leans in, stretching herself. But she does start to laugh. Incorriagable. ]

I am telling Herian that.

[ But she doesn't fight it, she throws her leg over her, straddling her waist. Perching in her lap, warmly. A little sore, happily so, settling back to look down her body at Magni. ]

But you've got to want more than that, would you rather me here? [ A sweep, watching her face, watching any little twitch that could give her a indication. ] Or maybe you'd prefer me lying on my belly? [ Her hands brace, either side to Magni's waist, smoothing up loosely, then back down. ] You do not even have to ask, simply move me. I can figure out the rest.

[ Magni, please. ]

( A heavy swallow, making the scar across her throat briefly shift as Rani straddles her lap, the harness still hanging at her hips, even if the buckles around her legs are loosened. Her focus is so much on Rani, that the words are almost lost, and she has to blink to regain her focus. )

This, after.

( Like this, with Rani on top of her, that should come later.

A little tilt of her head, for Rani to let her move, and then she moves from underneath her - slowly takes Rani's hands and sets them down on the bed so she's on all fours, kisses her shoulder, and moves so she is kneeling behind her, and leans down to kiss Rani's back, tilting her head, questioning. )

[ After, what? But, they're moving. She goes with the prompt, needing no more than that. At least the second where she needs to balance herself on her knees. Her hand reaching up as she turned half to see - what it is Magni is up to.

But the response to that question is at least, easy, light, her shoulders shifting, moving all her hair out of the way so Magni can have more space to kiss. That little bit - that she can never help, would never stop at least in Magni's presence: tilts her chin up, meets her gaze squarely.

Go on, then, I'm waiting. ]

( Kneeling behind her, Magni gently braces one of her hands on Rani's hips, trailing kisses down her spine, as her free hand checks the buckles of the harness.

Of course, Rani is waiting, but when has that meant Magni won't tease her? A bite to her back, and Magni leans forward, letting her height drape across Rani's back, so she can murmur against her neck, )

No more negotiations?

[ She jolts, a soft hiss as she's bitten, her back arching up. That shiver of skin that is too eager to be faked, too much to be anything else but her.

Not that she can go far, at the steady weight that rolls over her like a wave. Warm, skin, the soft press of Magni, strong beneath it, against her. How she wants it - the ways she does not expect it. Because there is something easy to this she has never deserved but turns up against like petals looking for light. Never allowed out of these quarters, repeated to herself over and over again, but for now - for now.

She pushes back, feeling that shiver of breath on skin kept hidden for the brush of death it usually is. Now, now just warmth, light and laughter and she hums, likes how it feels, the sort of things she has no walls built up against. ] I think the terms have been met.

[ Half drunk in the words with a sort of expectation that no doubt, Magni has something dreadful planned.

But at least it wasn't socks. ]

Oh? So then I should stop?

( If the terms have already been met, after all, what need was there to proceed? One of her hands trails up the back of Rani's thigh, sliding until her fingers brush against the slick already on her skin, the waiting heat, and she lightly presses against it. Not into it, just leaning against it, biting her lip as she teases, and slowly guides the head of the toy to rest against Rani. Presses only enough that Rani be aware of its location, as Magni bites Rani's back again. )

[ Hard to save face when her hips are twitching, looking for contact she already knows Magni will not give until she's quite ready. Tempting enough, follow the pattern to roll them over -

- No, she had asked, and - ]

Met, not satisfied.

[ Is the grit little breath, hard pressed between her teeth as her jaw clenches and she does her best not to push, not to pull. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Presses her face into her own arm, when she gasps, deep and hard, smothering it into her own skin. ]

( Her fingers trail down Rani's side, steady at her hip, and she murmurs something barely comprehensible save for a soothing tone as she slowly, slowly, pushes her hips forward.

Her other hand rests under the toy to guide it, and when she's satisfied, rests on Rani's other hip so she can gently guide her backwards, until the back of Rani's thighs are flush against the front of her own. )

You're saying I should hold out for the socks?

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