FADE RIFT [INBOX]

[shri]

ＬＡＤＹ ＬＡＫＳＨＭＩ
( 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.
  

Comments

[villieldr]

( 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. )

[shri]

[ 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. ]

[villieldr]

( 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. )

[shri]

[ 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. ]

[villieldr]

( 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. )

[shri]

[ 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. ]

[villieldr]

( A gentle sound, soothing, as she slows and stops. Pauses for long moments, kissing Rani's shoulder, before she carefully draws away, unfastening the harness with one hand and working it away so it can be banished to another corner of the bed, before she settles.

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.

[shri]

[ Her breathes go shuddery, as she regains them slower by half measures. There were things to be said of course - one sip of the blackwater would recover her, so she could might even be able to say them clearly.

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. ]