shri | FADE RIFT [INBOX]

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.

Edited 2019-03-05 07:24 (UTC)

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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