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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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"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.
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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."
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.