shri | FADE RIFT [INBOX]

[ 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?

You should certainly - ah,

[ Whatever quick, witty and clever thing, she absolutely was going to say is gone, just as soon as she presses in. Her back curves down, lowering herself down onto her elbows by fractions. The pressure, the angle enough to hitch her breath by seconds for the centimetres she seems to move at. ]

- hold out, for the delivery.

( Magni smiles, leaning down - shifting the pressure, albeit that not being the purpose of it - to kiss Lakshmi's back. She stays close as she rocks back, and then forward again, agonisingly slow. One of her hands rests at Lakshmi's shoulder, a silent question, head tilted. Okay? )

[ Carefully, slowly, her hand curls up against the sheet with the movement. A reactionary need to stabilise her breath. Keep her body still for Magni. Even when her brow furrows, her eyes sliding shut, that little gasp that doesn't close her lips, caught between pushing back normally and just - letting Magni adjust. A haze fog in her mind, shifting her weight with each testing movement to make sure her legs wouldn't give out underneath her.

( They would, of course, Magni had a way with that, but at least not right now.) ]

Mm? [ The kiss blinks her eyes open, her head tilting back, up, her heart beat inside her mouth as she catches the side of Magni's face to kiss her. fine. ]

( Her smile is breathless, and she grips Rani's hips a little harder, resuming moving - slow at first, and then drawing back and thrusting forward again much faster, as she pulls Rani's hips back towards her. To see how far she can push her, not let her settle into that fog, and let them both get lost in this when work and the strain of the war and the Inquisition can be so much. This is a shared exhilaration, a shared freedom, and she leans down to kiss Rani's back - grins, bites. )

This might be the most cooperative you've ever been.

[ God, that felt good, she doesn't fight her overmuch, not even for the sake of it. She wouldn't be fooling either of them. Holding the tension of it across her shoulders, her back curving down, because fog it is, encroaching, settling like a malaise, wrapping around all her limbs and dragging down, down, down. Even when she bites, the best Lakshmi can do is groan deeply. Her arms buckling momentarily before she catches herself. ]

I take my diplomacy- [ shit, her breath sticks, scrunching up material in both hands when she's driven flush into and there is so much and - ] - seriously.

[ Which is more a hiss than a word. ]

( She sees that buckling, and her smile turns wicked. Her hands press down at Rani's hips. )

Down.

( Quietly, as she slows to stillness, and urges Rani to lie on her stomach. And then, she leans closer, so she can murmur in Rani's ear to tease her, )

Unless you think it beneath you?

[ She drops, didn't take more than that push, the steady pressure. She crumbles under it. Her arms curling underneath her, and she presses her face into the crux of her own elbow. Adjust like that, half hidden away as she takes deep breathes to stilll herself from squirming too much. ]

The only thing that is going to be beneath me is you, if you don't stop talking -

[ she shivers, but the stillness lets her unfurl from being quite so still in little ticks of untensed muscles. Can't help that she stretches out underneath her, tilting her face into her voice, sighing softly, turning up into it despite the ire, the want to hide her face away. Because despite the ire of her words, she nuzzles the side of her face, warmth looking for warmth, breathing against the curve of her ear. ]

( Another kiss to Rani's back, her shoulder, and then her jaw, as Magni settles closer to her. One of her hands reaches for Rani's, gently squeezing as she steadies herself, and then presses closer, hips rocking agonisingly slowly. )

That encourages more talking.

( Quiet, before Magni lets herself fall into near-silence again. Her forearm rests against the mattress, as she carries on, slow and careful, a reverent contrast to the relentless pace of before. This is a closeness to be savoured, slow and drawn out, adjusting the tilt of her hips to see what different sensations and pleasures she might bring her Manu. )

[ She's such a solid thing, a weight that pins her so slight, so near. Hanging on by clenched fists into the blanket.

But she doesn't part for any little bit of contact she can have. Her head tilts back, resting against Magni's shoulder, tucked into the crook of her neck. That long black hair tangled against her neck, her face, the corner of her mouth. A mess underneath her, shaped between breaths. It isn't the demanding, endlessly driven force, and she doesn't feel played with.

Just - savoured. Followed. Wanted. How it makes her whine, beg soft words that are formless to each strike, her lips press together, one knee curling up beside her to change the angle as Magni does. A hum that turns to something that whines long out of her throat as Magni draws back - slowly,slowly,slowly - and she's left shaking, waiting for the slide back in that - drops her head. Makes her shoulders tense, the muscles in her forearms lock to keep herself put. Straining, her hips twitching back towards her. Felt so focused on, so led down so sweetly she couldn't refuse the things that are asked without speaking. That when - when it's gotten to her, so deep inside her skin, the hand next to Magni's turns and knots their fingers tightly together. ]

( As Rani's weight shifts, body tilting, Magni slides down the hand not clasped with Rani's. Drags it over the planes of skin, over ribs, abdomen, explores hip and thigh, some strange mix of languid and urgent. And then, her fingertips dip lower, pressing against Rani and rolling slowly, seeking out more pleasure.

As her fingers roll, she kisses her cheek, open mouthed kisses that are clumsy with angle and proximity, kisses to make up the absence of words that she can't grant voice, doesn't know to grant their place in the space between them. Her own hair is coming loose where it was braided, and those parts that had hung about her shoulders are damp and giving way to waves.

Her hips are moving slower but heavier, and her fingers in deliberately quicker circles, as she pulls Rani further back off her stomach. )

[ She gives up any pretence ( and oh if that isn't the reason for it all, the relief all of it ) as her hips are lifted, moving to accommodate her in a way that isn't thought through so much as she's touched, she moves. Her head drops down into the pillow, all her hair sliding across her back and pooling below her.

They're all stuck together, in the way of sweat pooling on her bodies. In the way Magni's fingers feel rough on soft places, feel smooth on aching old scars. In the way that Magni's pressing her hips forward so deeply, pulls back so slowly, it drips aching wet down the inside of her thigh. In the way that she breathes as Magni breathes, only long exhale-inhale, deep breath held in her lungs until she feels dizzy.

Her back arches as best as she can to do as she's wanted. Spine curving, her free arm bracing like an animal's coil. But she hangs onto her hand still, tightly as she holds everything near to her - now or otherwise. ]

( Her own breath feels ragged as she keeps moving, and she can feel the tension in her Manu, can feel the flutter of her abdomen and the tension in her back and her hips. She is learning the ways of her body more and more, mapping her out, understanding what best makes soft, pleading sounds escape her throat and then what will draw out satisfied sighs and quiet, disbelieving laughter.

The fingers quicken, light and careful against all the sensitivity, but swift and dancing. )

Saawariya, ( murmured, so softly. Not urging or commanding - coaxing, encouraging maybe, but never commanding.

Her muscles are aching, back probably protesting, but she keeps moving still and kisses Rani's jaw, her cheek, her neck. )

[ Every bit of her aches, from holding on so hard. A mouthful of litanies, breathing out, broken up, sweat beading on her brow, tacky in her hair. The signs of it all there, her legs are starting to shake, her voice turning hoarse without even a word to it. Dragging on the back of her throat where she's given up anything artful or articulate or even pretence that this isn't - overwhelming. That she's turned overwrought.

That the only mercy is that she's got her face shoved down into the pillows that the sobbing she makes is half smothered there. But her hand reaches up, back, around, sightless but knowing where and what she's looking for. Magni's fine hair, half loose, and unravels it further when she shoves her fingers into it. Encouraging Magni down, into her, pressing along the length of her back. Refusing any space between them, not now, not now. ]

( Her fingers quicken. Those signs, the tension in Rani and the way she grips at her hair (makes Magni hiss a little, pleased at the accidental roughness of it) spurs her on, and she keeps Rani pressed close to her as she finally starts to thrust harder and faster with her hips to match the pace of her fingers.

To know the urgency in this, the physical need, to have a woman who is so strong and who she so admires in her arms and for her to be begging for Magni's closeness and relief with her body if not with her words (never with her words, she suspects) only sharpens, focuses, her efforts. She does not stop until Rani is undone, until she is shaking with the exertion of it. )

[ It takes too much and too little. Unable to brace her body half twisted like this, pinning like this - how she accepts it, half shame perhaps in another life, another time, how willing she is for it. But time at least takes away those young woman's stings, especially when she's in the company of someone who -

She chokes, her whole body feels so hot she's burning from the inside out. Desperately clinging, boxed in small. Rocking the little she can, as much as it's fitful because she's too overwrought to truly keep pace with it. Hanging onto her hand, onto her hair, grip turning painfully tight.

Then she goes still, perfectly, perfectly still. Her whole body curling inwards, tightly, tightly, inwards. Forehead grinding into the pillow, her back arching, her thigh trying to clamp together but unable too. So fast after so slowly, and she thinks she might weep over how good it feels, wrapped up in the truly impressive amount of heat Magni always seems to put out. The only safe place she has to be this so wholly, completely, undone. ]

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