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FADE RIFT [INBOX]
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( Lady Lakshmi, Bai Saheba, Rani Lakshmibai )
( Lady Lakshmi, Bai Saheba, Rani Lakshmibai )
ＶＯＩＣＥ | ＡＣＴＩＯＮ | ＮＯＴＥＳ
- Unavaliable To All:
- 30mins around dawn
Only to Voice: - Hour training morning and evening
- Any time she's gone riding.
- When she's in the field.
Only to Book: - When she's otherwise in a meeting, leave a message.
- Very late at night or early in the morning.
Other: - She usually takes her morning meals in the mess hall with everyone else.
- Her days are usually spent in Kirkwall seeing to either her personal business or Inquisition tasks.
- She has a bath twice a day, every day.
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This might be the most cooperative you've ever been.
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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. ]
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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?
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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. ]
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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. )
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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. ]
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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. )
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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. ]
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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. )
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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. ]
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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. )
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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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Lying alongside Rani, Magni gently, lightly, runs her fingers down Rani's side. Traces over her ribs, crests at her hip and follows part of her thigh, before beginning to feather back up. Anchoring and soothing a means of focus without needing to be overwhelming or heavy. Another kiss to Rani's shoulder, and her back, but she does not presume to cuddle her close, lest she need a moment to recover and to breath, her Manu.
She remembers the things that Rani has called her. Piya, others, and she does not know if she knows a word that can carry the same meaning, that can make Rani feel the way she feels when she is called that.
What she does do is speak, very softly, against Rani's jaw as she leans across her shoulder to kiss her. ) Rest, hyartad mitt.
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But it was more than simply being sharp minded, sharp tongued. It is that every touch feels too much, that her skin is shivering, that the little touches makes her go so still, tensing because after all that she is seared number and too sensitive. It is just enough, not too little or too much, to coax her back to the humble confines of ribs and skin and breath.
More than just the intensity of it all, more than just that she has Magni's hand and has not, will not, let go of it. It's that with it - she can do just that. Close her eyes and for once, just rest. ]