shri | FADE RIFT [INBOX]

"It should burn regardless," she replies, voice slightly muffled, "once the war is done."

Because as much as it was granted better purpose, now, this stone and mortar was the home to a great deal that was fucked up.

"We'll burn it down and go back to Talonhold." What a fairytale ending.

She falls silent, with it. That was true, she could not deny it. She felt it like some old echo bearing down on them all. A reminder to Lakshmi at least, of all she must fight for. All she must never forget.

"Sometimes it feels like the walls ache. All the pain in them." But then - laughs, and burrows against her, turning her face into her hair and huffing into it. "Up into the cold, you're cruel to me, Saawariya."

A quiet sound of agreement. This place should never have been made to be permanent.

Tilting her head, she retaliates - leans into the playfulness, that she might lighten Lakshmi's mood, and nips Lakshmi's jaw with her teeth. "I didn't know you were so fearful."

It's hard, not to want more. To stick by the arbitrary rules of going slow of making sure to embed this in more than just skin on skin and the sharp inhale of breath that is the unending effort of drinking each other deeply. Because she values Magni for so much more than the clumsy touching in the dark.

But it's harder to refuse when there are teeth on her jaw, a hot breath on her neck. Her heel digs in against the bed. "Of snow? Always." She chuckles. "You love a daughter of the desert, I am afraid. I detest the cold."

"I do."

Lets that be all she says, because it seems plain enough. They have spoken plainly of their feelings, though perhaps without stating them so directly. On Magni's part, at least. Words were words. They be false, but she was... learning to trust them to be more, from Lakshmi.

With that, she pushes herself up, holding above Lakshmi so she can look own at her, though not trying to keep herself out of reach.

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And suddenly, she realises she does too. Lying underneath her, at ease with her her mountain, her silence between hammer blows. The heat against skin from something terrifying strong enough to mold her, shape her, direct her. But not by breaking her. But by words, touches, who no matter how close she came to shattering her teeth on the bite, Magni never flinched from. Magni never tried to file down those points, she only gave them an edge.

That was - that was -

Her hands reach up as she rolls squarely onto her back, her shoulders falling open, that knot of tension she only ever called duty sunk away for the time being out of them. It's in wonder, fear and happiness that she traces Magni's cheek, touches Magni's hair. Drawing her, mapping her, knowing her own shape within this space. Knowing Magni in herself.

A soul cut apart, pieced back together with the parts of another. That was what it felt like, at times, and she reasons, she is no poet, no orator worth noting, but ever how it felt. Melded together at tail ends. How fitting that she felt so often burning, to love a smith.

"Magni," her hands stop, so light they tremble like a wisp, hold so adoringly they shy on breaking that which she touches. Looking over every bit of her like she intended to remember it, with her old woman's eyes out of her young woman's face, which is to say - vulnerable, and no more than herself. "I never wanted for much," only too much of everything. "And I lost what was mine to protect."

I will lose her too, she must remind herself, but can't stomach it in this moment. I will lose her and she will fade and I will be left behind, that is what I chose. "Whatever good, still a person, left in me, is yours."

Human, we are not human, Galahad bitterly said in the dark. How hard a thing it was to hang onto. "I love you with all of me that is left."

Why does she add all those qualifiers? It seemed a constant in Lakshmi's existence, in her being, that she add limitations to all things. Not in such a way that it makes Magni doubt the depth of affection, not a wound to her, but as though Lakshmi carves away pieces of herself each time she speaks so.

Dismisses her own humanity, goodness, heart, as though struggle and knowing the darker sides of yourself and seeing them might the good parts less good than someone who has never had to realise the shadows existed at all. It was like the movement of the sun; if you live eternally in midday, there might be fewer shadows to encounter. For most, though, the sun travelled almost relentlessly, but knowing the long shadows could come and go did not make the midday light any less bright. Perhaps simplistic - she is no poet or politician, and she was hardly one of the great rangers of the Avvar to know all there was to know about the movement of the sun and what it could tell you. Sometimes, though, grasping things more simply seemed to spare her being caught in the traps that snared her tiger so viciously.

"You love me," she replies, a gentle correction, tilting her head to kiss the heel of Lakshmi's palm. "You are mine. All of you."

Whatever parts Lakshmi holds in shame, berates herself for, thinks herself apart from others. I love you with all of me that is left, she says, as though she is lesser, fractured, for all she has endured.

It's too much to put to words, to ask Ti hear it again, where it digs in between like a knife slotted through ribs. Her chest hurts, her lung hurts, her heart hurts. Her arms slide around Magni's neck, and draw her down, meeting her in it half way.

To kiss her, curling up with her belly tense with her holding herself still, her fingers scratching and bunching in her shirt. Coarse little breathes that take the place in even daring to part.

To finally, finally, after all this distance and cautiousness, give all herself over again. Maybe she meant to make this desperation longer, but she was greedy and gutted like a burned out room. She takes and takes and takes, wants to fill up that space with the things Magni could make there. Slanting her mouth against hers, lips parting, tongue against her teeth. It isn't to seduce, or even to demand.

It is to need, to affirm that need for only this. To for once not cut her own hands off from those things that keep her whole. Magni was so precious, fine as gold. "I want your hands on my body," she says at last. Which is useless sort of articulating what she really means.

All. All. She said all parts. These destructive brutal hands, these twisted limbs and burning things. All gunpowder and good for perhaps something beautiful but on in the ability to tear apart air. She said - she said all. She did not look away and she wanted, all. "Every part of me. Every part of you." she barely pulls her mouth away for the utterance, only punctures it with the forward movement. Those fisted hands in material that tug up, looking to find the flesh underneath. Real whole things, not half made dreams to keep her warm at night.

Slower, slower. Her hands that were braced against the bed shift, so she is propping herself up with one elbow, bringing herself closer to Lakshmi and resting her weight against her, as her other hand rests at her hip and eases gently up to her ribs. Slow, careful, savouring this as she re-discovers the warmth of Lakshmi under her hands.

"Every part," she agrees, softly, fingers lightly tracing across abdomen and slowly circling her navel. "But— we can keep waiting, if you want."

Part of her hopes to every god that Lakshmi doesn't say she wants to keep waiting, yet even so, they had spoken of waiting and of trying to draw this out, and she won't let them both give way if Lakshmi wishes to hold to that.

The words are mumbles against Lakshmi's mouth, all the less effective for being spoken between kisses, and she fights the urge to lean down and suck at her neck and roll her hips tauntingly, no matter how she wants to.

"Not a chance," she breathes, and it's so little a thought in her mind she doesnt even sound like she usually teases. Just goes back to kissing her, like she might find a cure to all suffering inside the rhythm of it.

Taking those handfuls of her shirt she pulls it up Magni's body. Sure she gets the idea of what Lakshmi wants, (hard she thinks otherwise), she runs her hands over her bare back, her skin, feeling her rough and smooth, tracing the familiar scars like old lines on a well travelled map.

Because she will have none of that patience now, she will have Magni and she will have all of her. Her legs uncurling, parting either side of Magni's hips, letting her settle between them as a firm weight she has ever found intoxicatingly solid. Curling one leg around her, to keep her just there, just right there, close and real. "Get me out of these clothes."

A quiet, warm laugh against Lakshmi's mouth, kissing her as long as she might she might before the material is pulled over her head, balling it up and letting it fall to the floor on the side of the bed. And then with that done she slides her hands behind her back and hauls Lakshmi up into her lap - Magni sitting back on her heels and holding Lakshmi flush against her, eyebrow raising just a little, taunting.

"I remember you saying you didn't need help to undress," she replies softly, voice rasping, small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

There are new scars they both bear since the last time they saw one another like this, amongst them a gnarled mass of tissue where the arrow had struck Magni's lower back. Leaning back enough to look at Lakshmi, though, she does not seem to take stock of or carry concern for such things. "If you are afraid of the cold, isn't it better to stay dressed?"

So helpful.

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It makes her toes curl, she does not think she will ever be sick of the times when Magni uses all that strength like that with her. Makes her all shakey, eagerly so, how she wriggles in closer with her hips, perching that little so they pull of even.

"Blame -" her head tilts, wanders, works against her neck as she continues the wandering of her hands. "These lowlander uniforms. They are not so easy to get out of."

Something Magni no doubt would happily find fault in. When she pulls back, lips full, pupils wide and her teeth scrape as she looks Magni up and down, raking over her bare upper body eagerly in an appreciation she doesn't have a reason to hide. It's still so hungry, though like even this close, this near, this much, it is still not enough.

But that little smug reply, that deserves only one response. One grand thing to Magni being so much taller, but still a woman, her head lowers, nearer to her chest. "Cold is it? Well let us see if you can stand heat." a merciless application when she closes her mouth around her nipple, teeth just, just enough to sting as she let's her hot breath curl around skin far too sensitive for this kind of wanton abuse.

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Her breath catches, Magni gripping Lakshmi tighter as that heat closes on her nipple and the sharp reprimand of teeth comes. Fingers tangle roughly into Lakshmi's hair and drag her head back to expose the line of her throat. A moment of hesitation where she leans down, fingers still holding tight, lingers just shy of Lakshmi's mouth. Gaze holds hers, and drops to the temptation that was those lips, the promise of kisses that had been all she wanted for so long that it seemed almost funny how they'd only clumsily stumbled into this.

And, without indulging either of them, she veers away to kiss Lakshmi's throat and suck hard at the skin. Neither following Lakshmi's instructions or answering her questions, it would seem.

Hunger, yes, a demand in her that feels as necessary to her survival as the breath in her lungs, as open-mouthed kisses traverse her throat and neck, and then she bites hard at the exposed point where neck and shoulder meet.

She pulls against it - of course she does. But less to do with fighting Magni, for it seems she has a way of talking her out of the worst of her moods, but to feel that stinging sensation of her hair being pulled just the way she likes.

Caught and has no choice but to accept something that feels far too good. Teeth that make her cry out, arching into her. Hands bracing on her shoulders, nails scraping and digging into skin as she rises and falls with deep breaths.

"Ishq," hissed low in the back of her throat, turning heat over in her belly. "More, again."

Even if - that wasn't what she was saying just a moment ago, giving orders, this has barely that ring to it, less demand and instruction, more desperate push forward and upturned greediness for having as much as she can as soon as possible.

Perhaps Lakshmi can feel the smile against her skin before Magni flicks her tongue over the bruising skin, and then obeys that demand. Harder, this time. Her fingers stay gripping Lakshmi's hair, even as her other hand trails slowly, heavily, over her ribs and drops starts to do away with the fastenings of this damnable uniform Lakshmi has seen fit to do herself up with. A point she might complain about, if not for the fact that she's finding herself far more pleasantly engaged.

Another bite, slow and hard, before she tilts back just enough to lightly kiss the skin she has shown so little mercy to. "Indecisive, Manikarnika."

Too amused to be much of a reprimand, as she finally manages to undo part of the top and tug at it, quiet demand (request) for Lakshmi to get rid of it.

"Normally you give such good instructions."

"And you usually have better things to do with your mouth than talking -"

Luke that, that little tug, all indication and she has to shimmy herself free of Magni's fingers, hands, that sure trapping grip that is not it for strength, it is that the reasons to leave it turn to water in her fingers, never easy to keep.

But she does, her hands criss crossing to the hem now loose from her always too neat way she dressed herself. Yanking it up, unravelling herself, and haphazardly thrown away to the other side of the room. Just the bit of wrapping she keeps her chest bound in when she's working. Something else to keep Magni waiting but mercifully easier to get undone.

Especially - especially - that she doesn't reach for it, rather to the rope of hair, tugging free the band she tied it off to undo it. Letting her hair come free, cascade down, down, down, her shoulders and over her chest. Where they're sitting down, it pools at her knees like a thick curtain.

Quiet laughter as Lakshmi's hair falls from its fastening, delighted and amazed by the sheer volume and length of it, sweeping it aside. Where she had been holding Lakshmi close to her and offering support for her balance, now she abandons that. Surely the dangerous tiger on her lap can see to keeping her own balance, as Magni brings both hands to do away with her belt and unfasten her trousers, starting to tug them down Lakshmi's hips and thighs as much as is possible with their present entanglement.

"You like me talking." Playfully smug, as she jerks the belt from the loops keeping it in place, holding it folded in half between her hands, and then looping it around the back of Lakshmi's shoulders to draw her closer, lingers so close again—

Before shoving her backwards to fall onto the mattress, unless she catches herself. Scoots herself back, as well, so she can roughly tug those trousers down and let them join the other things carelessly tossed on the floor.

Which leaves her - with a little of wriggling on her end - very exactly in nothing at all. Dressed in but hair and skin. Looking down herself, arms stretching above her head on the pillow, a litany of too many scars that are starkly cut on her sun stained brown skin. The playful smile curls on her lips, lifting one foot, down, and hooks on Magni's own pants on the loop of the belt. Toes curling around nimbly and tugs at her, to jerk her in closer. To not let their seperation linger for a moment longer than she has to.

It is freeing, luxuriously, tempering the need, the want, the ache of the simple astounding truth, love and to be loved. "Perhaps I shall be you, then, and stay as silent."

Tugged forward, she lets herself be guided, kneeling and with her hands anchored either side of Lakshmi's hips. Just enjoys being over her, gazing at her, making sure she has her memorised all correctly, as she leans down to the memory of claws left emblazoned across Lakshmi's abdomen. Kisses the scars lightly, slowly moving upwards and leaning across to kiss the arch of her ribs. Not the hungry kisses of before, all bite and heat. These are slower, reverent. The rush to undress done (or, the rush to undress Lakshmi done) and now she can take her time, appreciate this after all that has passed. The loss of this closeness, the abrupt horror that she might never be able to show Lakshmi just how much she adores her, the struggle they'd both wrangled about what and how things would be dealt with

There are many thoughts that threaten to, try to crowd her mind, and she resolutely presses them back. Just kisses below Lakshmi's navel, breath warm over that sensitive skin, and glances up to her lady.

"I never wish you to be silent," she says, very softly, before lowering her head to gently bite the inside of Lakshmi's thigh.

She writhes below her, digging her shoulders back into the bed to offer her body up against her mouth, her wandering touches as Magni snakes over her, taking her in.

It is not that she cares to be beautiful, or vain, she knows this body has long abandoned such claims. But under her, regard in such a way, it makes her breath catch, her eyes half closed and her skin warm, even against the cold of the gallows room still chilly of a evening.

"I do not think I could be, when you look at me like that." she breathes it back, sinking against the bed, her knees parting with it.

Letting herself be open and content in that. Feels the teeth in her skin, the heat of Magni's mouth with it. Missed it, not just this - or course not just this - wouldn't have been such a mess from start to finish if it had been just this. but oh, there was a way to watch such a tall, proud, strong woman, settling between her thighs, where her knees ended up either side of her shoulders, watching that messy curl of fine blond hair brushing against sensitive skin that makes her toes curl.

A little smile quirks at the corner of her mouth, not bashful or embarrassed for all that it's understated. No, she's pleased even if a little surprised by the comment, as she guides one of Manikarnika's knees over her shoulder, and returns her attention to slowly bites down on the inside of that thigh, sucking up a mark on the soft flesh as her hands trace slow, teasingly light patterns on her abdomen.

Maybe she should keep her in suspense, keep drawing this out all the longer. The downside to that, of course, is that then she will be denying herself, and she's not sure she has any great desire to do that. For now she satisfies herself with this, the slow build of tension, bring her mouth close enough that it might seem she is determined to finally kiss her, before tilting her head and kissing along Lakshmi's hip instead. Taking time with it, and perhaps in part because they never really let themselves take the time before, not like this, and certainly not so honestly.

So she keeps moving without offering contact where it is anticipated, but kisses and touches in ways there all reverence and no teasing.

Too much truth in that - her own folly, no doubt, not used to this kind of time, this kind of place, the idea of being able to stay put for one night after another. Not just existing, but being somewhere - enough to...

Enough to just close her eyes. Let her body sink back into the bed. To do nothing else but let Magni wander, kiss her. Take her time and not push and shove with elbows and knees to one desperate point. Responding like there were strings to each kiss and she but a puppet to dance to them. The twitch of the hard muscles down the inside of her thigh, the tense in her belly as she has to fight to keep still and not buck, helplessly, looking for more contact. That the warm air of her mouth, their skin so close, to the cold air curling around her so intimately.

The next breath is deeper, shuddering, and far be it for her to sound petulant, but there is unhelpable neediness to her voice, as she curls Magni's name deep in her chest and past her lips, waiting, fingers smoothing over Magni's shoulders and neck. Coaxing her, not so much to one place, but close and near and in.

Strange to think, that this is the first time they are entangled in this way and being entirely honest with each other. The feeling, she knows, had begun to reach in and entwine itself around their previous meetings, but this time they both know it, confess it and celebrate it - it isn't a secret taking hold of their hearts. Aware that Lakshmi is relaxing, giving herself over to it, Magni smiles against her abdomen as she kisses down from her navel.

A pause, then, no kisses and no contact from her mouth, just her fingertips resting at the crest of Lakshmi's hips, and then a cool stream of breath against that most intimate part of her, before Magni's tongue presses warm against her. Slow, languorous and savouring each moment of it, remembering and rediscovering the best way to bring Lakshmi pleasure. Her hands grip more firmly at her hips, fingers callused but careful, and Magni's tongue presses inside her.

If she is needed then she will give and give, but let it be slow for now, let it be drawn out so Lakshmi can know every possible moment of pleasure and how dear she is to her.

It's too intoxicating a feeling, like being painted in colours on Holi, drinking deeply from a cup of bhaang, how her limbs feel heavy, her body rolls in one long sinuous movement. Her chest that rises and falls, sometimes rhythmically, to the press and touch of Magni's rhythm, that she is still when Magni still, that she arches and twists when Magni moves.

Other times, it's hitched, building, little pressured flicks that twitch and turn her. Love drunk and heady, so at easy to turning belly up, flat on her back, rolling against Magni's tongue, her mouth, the heat that beats and pulses through her like a drum.

When she moans, with her eyes closed, it's thoughtless and unstructured between the thick draws of breath into her lungs, not high or sweet. Dry and catching on the back of her throat as it tumbles out of her chest, past her lips. Vulnerable not because it was a soft cry, but because it was her without anything else to dress it up.

If she had her way, this would go on for hours. Drawing it out and keeping Manikarnika at the edge of pleasure so she could watch the slow roll of her body, the shift of powerful muscles and the shudders of breath from wanting. Leaning up, she lifts her mouth away to gently bite and then kiss her hip. Her right hand dragging up the inside of Lakshmi's thigh, slow but without the teasing, circling touches of before. Her callused fingers graze over the soft, sensitive skin, and she presses down harder with the kiss to Lakshmi's abdomen as she presses two fingers inside her.

Not done with her worship, not satisfied, and determined to draw this out and push Manikarnika to the very limits of what she can endure in all the most pleasurable ways. Exhaust her with adoration, as her fingers withdraw and press back in with so slowly, not quite allowing a rhythm to develop - not so easily as that.

She wants her to know how she adores her, but perhaps she wants to tease her and make her beg just a little, as well, and she sucks at her abdomen to draw a dark, purpling mark up on her skin.

FADE RIFT [INBOX]

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