[Lune tries to move her hips in time with Sciel's fingers, tries to work herself towards a climax that's tantalisingly close, but she can't quite find the rhythm, can't stop her hips bucking erratically against Sciel's able tongue. All she can do is follow along to the best of her ability and trust in Sciel's skills. Easy to trust, really; Sciel is confident, steady, and with every thrust of Sciel's fingers and every twirl of Sciel's tongue Lune feels pleasure curling hotter and tighter inside her.
Her muscles tense, she clenches hard around Sciel's fingers, and for a moment her own fingers inadvertently tug a little too hard on Sciel's hair. If only she had the capacity to make a mental note to remind herself to feel bad about that later.]
Sciel—
[Her voice sounds positively ragged.
It's with a sudden sharp cry that she comes, an explosion of sensation that defies quantification. All she can hear is the thundering of her heart in her ears, and all she can feel is Sciel, Sciel surrounding her and filling her, her whole world reduced to this gorgeous woman.
And then, all too quickly, it's over. Reality starts to filter back in, even as her muscles continue to spasm, little aftershocks of pleasure still wracking her body. She groans, opens her eyes, and looks for Sciel.]
[ Sciel is patient. It's part of her personality, in most cases, but also...why not? There's nothing outside of this moment, or outside of the Tower. Her sole focus is on pleasing the beautiful young woman who'd happened upon her solitary confinement. So though the two of them struggle a little to sync up, she just redoubles her efforts, tongue and fingers working tirelessly to help get to the finish line.
There's increased pressure (that sweet, incredible warmth) around her fingers, and then there's a sharp, differently pleasant yank of her hair. Sciel merely smiles against Lune's core, taking it all as a sign that they're back on track. ...Though she utters her own muffled, needy sound at the sound of her own name like a desperate plea in the other woman's lovely voice.
Fuck. Her own desire flares up with renewed need and it's all she can do to tell it to pipe down, wait its turn, while she keeps her focused on the pleasure she's nearly brought to bear in front of her. ...And it isn't much longer, either, when Lune comes: her body shuddering, clit swollen and pulsing as the sensation sweeps over her in waves.
Sciel doesn't pull back yet, but does slow. Uses her fingers and mouth to see Lune through to the afterward, but while keenly aware of the associated sensitivity. As such, she gently withdraws her hand and traces gentle lines along Lune's inner thigh instead, slipping too from the clit to press lingering kisses along every inch between her legs.
Eventually she resurfaces, lips slick, eyes bright. ]
You okay? ...Lune? [ Sciel asks lightly, tilting her head a touch to try and get a sense of how her partner's doing. If that was alright, if it was good, if she's in any discomfort at all. ]
[It was all a bit clumsy on her part, Lune thinks, unable to shut out the little niggling part of her brain that insists on self-critique even in situations where she's meant to simply be enjoying herself. But despite that, it was shatteringly pleasurable, not quite like anything she's experienced before. Another shudder ripples through her as she focuses on Sciel's hands and lips caressing her thighs, letting those soft, gentle sensations guide her back to the present moment.]
I'm okay. [A smile crosses her face as she disentangles her fingers from Sciel's hair, and runs her fingertips over the spot where she tugged too hard.] Better than okay. I feel... [Light-headed. Tired, in a blissful, peaceful sort of way.] Perfect.
[With the same care she used to extract her fingers from Sciel's hair, she manoeuvres herself so that she's once again stretched out across Sciel and can lean down to kiss her. She groans at the taste of herself on the other woman's lips.]
I'd like to do the same for you.
[Her hand slips downwards, settling on Sciel's hip.]
[ Lune's fingers are entrancing, she thinks. Beautiful, slender instruments in their own right. Sciel leans into the touch at her scalp, eyes fluttering briefly shut with a deep sigh. When the other woman withdraws a bit she opens her eyes again, following wherever those hands might go with a charmed little smile. ]
Good. [ And then: ] You taste incredible.
[ She sucks on her bottom lip after the kiss, holding onto the taste, the sensation. It's...intoxicating. Pleasing this vibrant, stunning stranger has been in a class of its own, continuing to fog her mind with both curiosity and desire in equal measure. ]
I'd really like that. [ Sciel replies firmly, her body nearly vibrating with how intensely she'd love for that to happen. There's another shuddering breath as she tries to keep it together, to rein in the rising tide of need to an appropriate level, considering Lune's only just mentioned going down on her and hasn't actually done so yet. Still, it's difficult: the idea itself, so close to becoming reality, is electric.
She can't help it, though: first, she leans in to steal another kiss. ]
Just tell me where you want me. [ Comes the lilting flirtation, because what she means is 'do I need to shift at all,' but also what she means is 'I want you everywhere.' ]
[Lune can't help but flush at the compliment, and the reminder of what Sciel was just doing and what Lune would very much like to be doing to Sciel. But, instead of diving immediately downwards, she takes her time, returns Sciel's kiss with another quiet moan before kissing a meticulously charted line from Sciel's jaw, down the length of her throat, between her breasts and across her stomach. As eager as Lune is to reach her destination, she wants to explore every bit of uncharted territory that Sciel's body offers her, to savour the taste of her sweat and the feel of muscles shifting under her skin, and to feel the thundering of Sciel's heart beneath her lips.]
I want you right where you are. [Meaning: 'I don't want you to move.'
The hand on Sciel's hip slides toward her inner thigh, massaging in precise little circles as she pushes her leg out and up, making more room for herself. With the same attentiveness with which she'd just kissed her way down Sciel's body, Lune presses a light kiss to Sciel's clit.]
I want you right here. [Meaning: 'This is where I want my mouth to be.'
Where Sciel was firm, decisive, yet patient, Lune approaches Sciel like she's a puzzle to solve, a new sort of creature to study and analyse and catalogue. She keeps her eyes up, watching Sciel's face, the rise and fall of her chest, as she runs her tongue in a tight circle around Sciel's clit. Her free hand, the one that isn't still digging into Sciel's thigh, teases against Sciel's entrance. She starts by slipping one finger inside—
And immediately finds herself distracted by the clenching heat around her finger, hotter than a furnace. She's used her fingers on herself before, but it's surprisingly different when it's someone else, when she can feel the way Sciel flutters around her and see how wet her finger is when she withdraws it, all because of what Lune's doing to her. It's simultaneously humbling and thrilling and fascinating, to have this sort of effect on someone.
She thrusts her finger back in once, twice, before adding a second finger, keeping a perhaps too-careful rhythm as she laves her tongue around Sciel's clit, still trying to watch for Sciel's reactions, to gauge how well she's doing, how she might need to adjust, how she could improve.]
[ They're both inexperienced, but...this all feels so beyond the level of two young women clumsily exploring each other's bodies. She'd felt oddly comfortable buried between Lune's legs, finding with relative ease the little ways to elicit pleasant twitches and moans out of the other woman. Sciel marvels now at how easily Lune seems to read her body like a map, traveling along its peaks and valleys with the sweet trail of her mouth. Her own chest rises and falls slowly with steadying breaths, the awed smile going a little crooked with fond amusement as her partner speaks, flirting shamelessly.
Well. "Shame" certainly has no role here. The green-eyed woman shifts her hips as another surge of desire courses through her just from the meeting of their eyes, even before Lune's mouth is at her clit.
There's a burst like fireworks and she gasps sharply, color blooming in her cheeks. Merde. Just that initial contact courses through her like and electric shock, flooding her body completely, and she arcs her spine and neck with a slow, uttered moan of her own. ...But she doesn't keep her head rolled back for long since the other woman's eyes are still fixed on hers, and so Sciel swings her gaze back around and stares back with an almost wary acceptance: Lune is about to destroy her, and she can't wait.
Those clever, beautiful fingers press inside her, generating another overwhelming sensation that joins the buzz at her clit. With everything she has, Sciel resists the urge to lean back again and soak it all up, surrender fully to the sensation, because a part of her remains sober enough to want to assure her partner that this is all incredible, actually. ]
Lune, that's -- [ She can barely get out the words of encouragement, though, with the lightness in her head and pounding of her blood. There's another deep breath as she tries to get herself under control, but it's all she can do to finish speaking with a brief: ] perfect.
[ And then she's under the waves of pleasure again, body opening like a flower for Lune to pluck. ]
[Discovering some long-lost text, some piece of information that unlocks untold possibilities, the excitement of the new... Lune's always loved it. Curiosity and the hope of satiating it is what keeps her going through the pressure and the sleepless nights and the thoughts of what might be passing her by while she spends day after day with her nose buried in books and charts and notes. But this...
Watching Sciel nearly come apart on her fingers and her tongue, watching her fight to retain her composure, is breathtaking in a way no text or document ever could be. Lune would happily spend day after day buried here, between Sciel's legs, unwinding her every breath and shudder and moan, every shimmer in her eyes and the way her voice strains to get words out, because the possibilities of Sciel seem endless.
She keeps up the steady rhythm of her fingers – that seems to be working – but lets her mouth wander, trailing downwards to run her tongue around Sciel's entrance where she's stretched around Lune's fingers, groaning at the exquisite taste of her, before kissing her way outwards to Sciel's thigh. Experimentally, she catches skin between her teeth, not enough to leave a mark but enough to pinch ever so slightly.]
You taste incredible, [she murmurs, eyes still on Sciel's face, still observing.
And then her lips are back on Sciel's clit, a light kiss followed by a light brush of her tongue. She slips her fingers out and tucks a third alongside them.]
[ Sciel is, and will always be, a realist. Even in the ease with which she tends to project optimism, there is a groundedness beneath it all that keeps her tethered to the harsh truths of their world. ...Even so, she allows herself the sort of little fantasy that a person has when somebody is between their legs and making them feel insane: maybe this could be the start of something, maybe she and Lune would find time to meet on a daily basis, maybe she could introduce her to her parents -
Briefly tipping her head back again, Sciel almost laughs aloud at herself. The waves of bliss coursing through her body are too dominating to really think through anything like that, so she lets the thoughts drift off like feathers on the air, settling back in to the present with a relaxed smile on her parted lips. ...Lips through which she sucks air, sharply, as Lune's mouth drifts downward to kiss along her entrance and thighs.
Fuck, she thinks, lightheaded with pleasure. The comment earns her partner a look that is at once mischievous and grateful, then there's another automatic moan as that beautiful mouth returns to her clit, sending a fresh spike of electricity shooting through her. And she's about to warn Lune to not stop, that she can feel it building in her toes, when a third finger presses within her, adding to the incredible friction.
Sciel nearly comes undone immediately, but focuses everything in her being to holding on for just a little longer, to savor each and every sensation, even as she lifts her hips and squirms a bit with the intensity. ]
[What Lune lacks in experience, she makes up for in precision and care. She's going to do this right, because Sciel deserves no less, because she wants to see just how high Sciel will climb before she falls, and how beautiful she'll be when she reaches her peak. And yet, it's surprisingly difficult to focus. The curve of Sciel's neck when she rolls her head back is long and graceful, her skin glimmering in the dim light, and Lune is sorely tempted to abandon Sciel's cunt to kiss her throat instead. The look on Sciel's face, the way her hips writhe as Lune slowly pushes three fingers into her, the blistering heat surrounding Lune's fingers, it all feels nearly as intense as when their positions were reversed, and she moans against Sciel's clit as she feels arousal flare in her chest.
After a few distracted moments of staring at Sciel — fuck, she's captivating – Lune recommits to her fingers' steady rhythm, driving into Sciel hard but not too fast, as her tongue continues to lave around her clit.
She draws back just long enough to ask,] Is this enough?
[And then the heat of her tongue is back on Sciel's clit, while her eyes remain up, fixed on Sciel's face.]
[ Is it enough? She utters a shaky, breathy laugh. ]
It's -- perfect. [ Sciel manages to reply, though only just. If Lune is finding it difficult to focus, then she might remember how difficult it is to do anything when a beautiful woman is buried between your legs with her tongue dancing across your clit. It's a miracle she's lasted this long, head swimming with desire for a woman she'd just met, body teetering on the most exquisite of precipices.
She tries desperately to hang on the to sensations: to commit every inch of Lune to memory and how those inches feel within her. The pressure, the friction, the heat. Fuck. Whether she's thinking about the minute details or letting herself float along for the ride, the end approaches just the same. Because Lune meets her eyes and Sciel loses herself completely in them, reaching her peak as they make that contact.
The other woman will feel her partner come undone around her, shuddering in waves, letting herself vocalize without embarrassment the divine feeling that crashes down on her. Her clit continues to pulse against Lune's mouth as Sciel orgasms and she digs her fingers into the ground beside her, desperately trying to anchor herself to something.
It comes and goes, leaving the sweetness of afterglow in its wake. Her bare chest rises and falls as she merely exists in that moment, body still winding down and hyper-sensitive. Lazily, Sciel lifts a hand to finger loosely through Lune's hair, lip quirking upward in fondness and gratitude. ]
Merci. [ Her teeth flash in a more open grin. ] That was...divine.
[Nothing is truly perfect, of course, and Lune has no doubt that, with practice, there's a lot she could improve upon. But she takes what Sciel says the same way she meant the word when she said it earlier: that some elusive 'better' may exist somewhere out there but she doesn't want for it, that this is everything, everything, she could want for in this moment.
Her eyes never leave Sciel's face as the other woman tenses and then suddenly unravels. Beautiful, just as Lune thought she would be, so beautiful Lune couldn't tear her eyes away if she wanted to, riveted by the tension in Sciel's shoulders and neck and jaw, the way her fringe clings to her brow, the way her skin practically glows. She can feel Sciel's inner muscles clenching and relaxing around her fingers as she keeps up her pace, not slowing or easing back until Sciel begins to relax. Finally, when she does, Lune slips her fingers free and draws one last line up the whole of Sciel's cunt with her tongue.]
I quite enjoyed it myself.
[Grinning, she slides up Sciel's body and plants a kiss between her breasts, another on her throat, another along her jaw just beneath her ear.]
I'd say, [she says, laughing softly as she recalls something Sciel had said earlier,] that was a very effective collaboration.
[ Sciel isn't really concerned with perfection. Not the way Lune might typically think about, focus on, it. To the young woman lying on her back at the top of the Crooked Tower, perfection is...fluid. A moving target. Something not to be concerned with, but to acknowledge when it feels right.
And boy, does this feel right. Her body is still coming down as they talk, heart still fluttering above its usual pace...and spiking again when Lune's tongue trails a goodbye along her ultra-sensitive cunt. ]
'M glad. [ Genuinely. With a deep inhale, she props herself up a bit to get a better view of her partner, rolling her head along to rest on her shoulder as she surveils Lune across her own body. Fortunately, the other woman is quick to close the distance, planting those tantalizing lips at various points along the way.
She laughs in turn at the echo of her own words, and the sound is unapologetic, warm, and deeply amused. ]
Very effective. [ Ahem. Considering. ] So...any more feedback for me?
[ Another callback that strengthens her grin. In the meantime, Sciel seizes the opportunity to return her own mouth to Lune's body, craning her neck to suck along the other's throat, careful not to hurt her but...also not necessarily avoiding leaving little reminders for later of the time they'd shared. The time they'd spent living, intensely so, on this annual celebration of death. ]
[Lune laughs again as she considers what feedback she could possibly give Sciel. Even knowing it's just a joke, she needs to say something, but the entire time she'd spent with Sciel between her legs is such a pleasurable blur that she's not sure she has even a joking response to give.]
High marks all around, [is what she settles on.
She fiddles lazily with Sciel's hair as the other woman keeps kissing her, relaxing into the feeling of Sciel's lips on her throat. She can already tell there'll be a bruise or two there come morning.
Come morning...
A shiver runs through her. She tries to pass it off as just being chilly – they're lying naked up in the Tower, it's not unreasonable that she would be – but she knows that she'll have to wake up in the morning and face the work ahead. Her parents are dead and they aren't coming back and Sol and Stella are off living their own lives and it would be so, so easy to lose herself completely in Sciel, to do this every night and maybe get to know her better and maybe fall in love and build a life together but there's too much work to ever allow for anything outside of it and nobody to do it but her. Maybe she should have already gotten started tonight. Maybe this was a mistake.
No, she thinks quickly, not a mistake. But a distraction.
Don't get distracted, Lune. You need to focus, Lune. You won't be able to concentrate on the work if your head is full of pretty girls.
She flops onto her back next to Sciel, staring up at the stars.]
I should... [Leave.] ...thank you. This was amazing.
[And it was. It's probably the most amazing thing that's ever happened to her. Which is why it can't ever happen again. She can't afford to have her head wrapped up in Sciel when she needs to focus.]
[ A silence stretches between them, but it isn't necessarily an uncomfortable one. A natural one, maybe. Because Sciel anticipates what Lune's about to say before she says it; though Lune is still a stranger, her earlier admissions about her parents, about the future expedition, come to mind. It'd been easy to see how diligent and serious this young woman is from the get-go, and she senses it again as it nearly drifts off Lune in waves.
Sciel turns to lie on her side, arm bracing her head as she gazes at the other woman, hopefully not for the last time. But...maybe for the last time in a while. ]
You're very welcome. [ Almost without thinking about it, she reaches out to brush a dark strand or two from in front of Lune's face. ] Thank you for coming.
[ Up to keep her company, or...the other meaning. Whichever. Both. ]
I won't forget this. [ She says after another pause, and her voice hangs with an offer: should there ever be space for it, she'd be happy for the mage to come knocking again. There is no expectation, but rather a door that will remain unlocked to her, if she were to find herself at that threshold again in the future.
Of course, she also means it in a more straightforward way: it'd been time incredibly well-spent -- pleasurable, and with an incredible woman -- and she commits every second of it to memory. ]
In the meantime, I'll be cheering you and your expedition on. I've got high hopes.
[Lune tries to muster a smile, but she finds it won't quite come. She wants to stay here, wrap Sciel up in her arms, and while the night away kissing her. She wants to lean against the fingers she feels on her face as her hair is brushed away. But what she wants is so much less important than what Lumière needs.
The offer is audible in Sciel's voice: we could do this again. But looking at Sciel makes Lune's heart flutter in a way that she can't allow, so she sits up and reaches for her clothes. There can't be an again, because then there'll be a third time, and a fourth, again and again and again, and maybe it won't ever stop, because the more Lune gets a taste for Sciel, for whatever there is between them, the harder it will be for her to walk away.
She can practically feel her parents' eyes boring into her, their disappointment hanging thick in the air. She needs to focus. She can't get distracted. If she leaves now, she can start pulling out some charts tonight so that she'll be ready to work first thing in the morning. She'll need to go back through her parents' notes, everything they left for her in case they failed. She's been through a lot of the old records already, but there are more; she can start organising those tomorrow, too, and go back through the rest looking for fresh details. She won't get distracted again.]
You could join us.
[She doesn't look at Sciel. Her attention is fixed on buttoning up her trousers and pulling her shirt over her head.]
[ Sciel hopes that this isn't the last of it, but hope is a tricky thing in their world. As she slowly draws herself up and begins to get dressed herself, she half-watches Lune. Takes in the way that the other woman's body language changes, how her expression changes, how the very air around her seems to button up as she does. ]
Me, join the expedition? [ She doesn't quite laugh, but she does crack a surprised smile as she pulls on her boots. ] I don't know, I'm...not sure I'm cut out for all that.
[ She's just a farmer, after all. And the expeditions...important as they are, they're also -- historically -- a death sentence. Sciel may be an orphan now with no siblings to speak of, but she likes her life. Isn't exactly looking for an out. ]
I'll think about it. [ Comes the light reply, but she does mean it. No reason not to keep the idea tucked away in the back of her mind for a rainy day, even if it might only end up being a road not traveled.
Once all her clothes are back on, she reaches for the discarded bottle and lifts it in a little toast directed toward the mage. ]
[Once Lune's dressed, everything buttoned and buckled just as it's supposed to be, as though she hasn't just had one of the best and most intense experiences of her life, she stands and starts towards the stairs.
When Sciel speaks again, she stops and glances quickly back. Fuck, Sciel is beautiful, and of course with that thought comes the temptation: stay. Kiss her. Ask her back to Lune's flat. Ask her to breakfast in the morning.]
Avec plaisir, [Lune says softly, very nearly smiling.
And then she turns and leaves, hurrying down the stairs, leaving Sciel to her bottle and the rest of her night, hoping that she's at least left her a little better than she was before. Halfway down, she pauses, her hand hovering over the railing, her foot stalled just above the next step. She wants to go back. She wants to go back so badly. And that's the danger of it, isn't it? If she wanted Sciel less, if Sciel were less spectacular, if it had just been a bit of fun, maybe she would go back.
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Her muscles tense, she clenches hard around Sciel's fingers, and for a moment her own fingers inadvertently tug a little too hard on Sciel's hair. If only she had the capacity to make a mental note to remind herself to feel bad about that later.]
Sciel—
[Her voice sounds positively ragged.
It's with a sudden sharp cry that she comes, an explosion of sensation that defies quantification. All she can hear is the thundering of her heart in her ears, and all she can feel is Sciel, Sciel surrounding her and filling her, her whole world reduced to this gorgeous woman.
And then, all too quickly, it's over. Reality starts to filter back in, even as her muscles continue to spasm, little aftershocks of pleasure still wracking her body. She groans, opens her eyes, and looks for Sciel.]
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There's increased pressure (that sweet, incredible warmth) around her fingers, and then there's a sharp, differently pleasant yank of her hair. Sciel merely smiles against Lune's core, taking it all as a sign that they're back on track. ...Though she utters her own muffled, needy sound at the sound of her own name like a desperate plea in the other woman's lovely voice.
Fuck. Her own desire flares up with renewed need and it's all she can do to tell it to pipe down, wait its turn, while she keeps her focused on the pleasure she's nearly brought to bear in front of her. ...And it isn't much longer, either, when Lune comes: her body shuddering, clit swollen and pulsing as the sensation sweeps over her in waves.
Sciel doesn't pull back yet, but does slow. Uses her fingers and mouth to see Lune through to the afterward, but while keenly aware of the associated sensitivity. As such, she gently withdraws her hand and traces gentle lines along Lune's inner thigh instead, slipping too from the clit to press lingering kisses along every inch between her legs.
Eventually she resurfaces, lips slick, eyes bright. ]
You okay? ...Lune? [ Sciel asks lightly, tilting her head a touch to try and get a sense of how her partner's doing. If that was alright, if it was good, if she's in any discomfort at all. ]
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I'm okay. [A smile crosses her face as she disentangles her fingers from Sciel's hair, and runs her fingertips over the spot where she tugged too hard.] Better than okay. I feel... [Light-headed. Tired, in a blissful, peaceful sort of way.] Perfect.
[With the same care she used to extract her fingers from Sciel's hair, she manoeuvres herself so that she's once again stretched out across Sciel and can lean down to kiss her. She groans at the taste of herself on the other woman's lips.]
I'd like to do the same for you.
[Her hand slips downwards, settling on Sciel's hip.]
If you want me to.
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Good. [ And then: ] You taste incredible.
[ She sucks on her bottom lip after the kiss, holding onto the taste, the sensation. It's...intoxicating. Pleasing this vibrant, stunning stranger has been in a class of its own, continuing to fog her mind with both curiosity and desire in equal measure. ]
I'd really like that. [ Sciel replies firmly, her body nearly vibrating with how intensely she'd love for that to happen. There's another shuddering breath as she tries to keep it together, to rein in the rising tide of need to an appropriate level, considering Lune's only just mentioned going down on her and hasn't actually done so yet. Still, it's difficult: the idea itself, so close to becoming reality, is electric.
She can't help it, though: first, she leans in to steal another kiss. ]
Just tell me where you want me. [ Comes the lilting flirtation, because what she means is 'do I need to shift at all,' but also what she means is 'I want you everywhere.' ]
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I want you right where you are. [Meaning: 'I don't want you to move.'
The hand on Sciel's hip slides toward her inner thigh, massaging in precise little circles as she pushes her leg out and up, making more room for herself. With the same attentiveness with which she'd just kissed her way down Sciel's body, Lune presses a light kiss to Sciel's clit.]
I want you right here. [Meaning: 'This is where I want my mouth to be.'
Where Sciel was firm, decisive, yet patient, Lune approaches Sciel like she's a puzzle to solve, a new sort of creature to study and analyse and catalogue. She keeps her eyes up, watching Sciel's face, the rise and fall of her chest, as she runs her tongue in a tight circle around Sciel's clit. Her free hand, the one that isn't still digging into Sciel's thigh, teases against Sciel's entrance. She starts by slipping one finger inside—
And immediately finds herself distracted by the clenching heat around her finger, hotter than a furnace. She's used her fingers on herself before, but it's surprisingly different when it's someone else, when she can feel the way Sciel flutters around her and see how wet her finger is when she withdraws it, all because of what Lune's doing to her. It's simultaneously humbling and thrilling and fascinating, to have this sort of effect on someone.
She thrusts her finger back in once, twice, before adding a second finger, keeping a perhaps too-careful rhythm as she laves her tongue around Sciel's clit, still trying to watch for Sciel's reactions, to gauge how well she's doing, how she might need to adjust, how she could improve.]
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Well. "Shame" certainly has no role here. The green-eyed woman shifts her hips as another surge of desire courses through her just from the meeting of their eyes, even before Lune's mouth is at her clit.
There's a burst like fireworks and she gasps sharply, color blooming in her cheeks. Merde. Just that initial contact courses through her like and electric shock, flooding her body completely, and she arcs her spine and neck with a slow, uttered moan of her own. ...But she doesn't keep her head rolled back for long since the other woman's eyes are still fixed on hers, and so Sciel swings her gaze back around and stares back with an almost wary acceptance: Lune is about to destroy her, and she can't wait.
Those clever, beautiful fingers press inside her, generating another overwhelming sensation that joins the buzz at her clit. With everything she has, Sciel resists the urge to lean back again and soak it all up, surrender fully to the sensation, because a part of her remains sober enough to want to assure her partner that this is all incredible, actually. ]
Lune, that's -- [ She can barely get out the words of encouragement, though, with the lightness in her head and pounding of her blood. There's another deep breath as she tries to get herself under control, but it's all she can do to finish speaking with a brief: ] perfect.
[ And then she's under the waves of pleasure again, body opening like a flower for Lune to pluck. ]
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Watching Sciel nearly come apart on her fingers and her tongue, watching her fight to retain her composure, is breathtaking in a way no text or document ever could be. Lune would happily spend day after day buried here, between Sciel's legs, unwinding her every breath and shudder and moan, every shimmer in her eyes and the way her voice strains to get words out, because the possibilities of Sciel seem endless.
She keeps up the steady rhythm of her fingers – that seems to be working – but lets her mouth wander, trailing downwards to run her tongue around Sciel's entrance where she's stretched around Lune's fingers, groaning at the exquisite taste of her, before kissing her way outwards to Sciel's thigh. Experimentally, she catches skin between her teeth, not enough to leave a mark but enough to pinch ever so slightly.]
You taste incredible, [she murmurs, eyes still on Sciel's face, still observing.
And then her lips are back on Sciel's clit, a light kiss followed by a light brush of her tongue. She slips her fingers out and tucks a third alongside them.]
Do you want more?
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Briefly tipping her head back again, Sciel almost laughs aloud at herself. The waves of bliss coursing through her body are too dominating to really think through anything like that, so she lets the thoughts drift off like feathers on the air, settling back in to the present with a relaxed smile on her parted lips. ...Lips through which she sucks air, sharply, as Lune's mouth drifts downward to kiss along her entrance and thighs.
Fuck, she thinks, lightheaded with pleasure. The comment earns her partner a look that is at once mischievous and grateful, then there's another automatic moan as that beautiful mouth returns to her clit, sending a fresh spike of electricity shooting through her. And she's about to warn Lune to not stop, that she can feel it building in her toes, when a third finger presses within her, adding to the incredible friction.
Sciel nearly comes undone immediately, but focuses everything in her being to holding on for just a little longer, to savor each and every sensation, even as she lifts her hips and squirms a bit with the intensity. ]
Nngh - yes. Please. I'm nearly...
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After a few distracted moments of staring at Sciel — fuck, she's captivating – Lune recommits to her fingers' steady rhythm, driving into Sciel hard but not too fast, as her tongue continues to lave around her clit.
She draws back just long enough to ask,] Is this enough?
[And then the heat of her tongue is back on Sciel's clit, while her eyes remain up, fixed on Sciel's face.]
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It's -- perfect. [ Sciel manages to reply, though only just. If Lune is finding it difficult to focus, then she might remember how difficult it is to do anything when a beautiful woman is buried between your legs with her tongue dancing across your clit. It's a miracle she's lasted this long, head swimming with desire for a woman she'd just met, body teetering on the most exquisite of precipices.
She tries desperately to hang on the to sensations: to commit every inch of Lune to memory and how those inches feel within her. The pressure, the friction, the heat. Fuck. Whether she's thinking about the minute details or letting herself float along for the ride, the end approaches just the same. Because Lune meets her eyes and Sciel loses herself completely in them, reaching her peak as they make that contact.
The other woman will feel her partner come undone around her, shuddering in waves, letting herself vocalize without embarrassment the divine feeling that crashes down on her. Her clit continues to pulse against Lune's mouth as Sciel orgasms and she digs her fingers into the ground beside her, desperately trying to anchor herself to something.
It comes and goes, leaving the sweetness of afterglow in its wake. Her bare chest rises and falls as she merely exists in that moment, body still winding down and hyper-sensitive. Lazily, Sciel lifts a hand to finger loosely through Lune's hair, lip quirking upward in fondness and gratitude. ]
Merci. [ Her teeth flash in a more open grin. ] That was...divine.
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Her eyes never leave Sciel's face as the other woman tenses and then suddenly unravels. Beautiful, just as Lune thought she would be, so beautiful Lune couldn't tear her eyes away if she wanted to, riveted by the tension in Sciel's shoulders and neck and jaw, the way her fringe clings to her brow, the way her skin practically glows. She can feel Sciel's inner muscles clenching and relaxing around her fingers as she keeps up her pace, not slowing or easing back until Sciel begins to relax. Finally, when she does, Lune slips her fingers free and draws one last line up the whole of Sciel's cunt with her tongue.]
I quite enjoyed it myself.
[Grinning, she slides up Sciel's body and plants a kiss between her breasts, another on her throat, another along her jaw just beneath her ear.]
I'd say, [she says, laughing softly as she recalls something Sciel had said earlier,] that was a very effective collaboration.
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And boy, does this feel right. Her body is still coming down as they talk, heart still fluttering above its usual pace...and spiking again when Lune's tongue trails a goodbye along her ultra-sensitive cunt. ]
'M glad. [ Genuinely. With a deep inhale, she props herself up a bit to get a better view of her partner, rolling her head along to rest on her shoulder as she surveils Lune across her own body. Fortunately, the other woman is quick to close the distance, planting those tantalizing lips at various points along the way.
She laughs in turn at the echo of her own words, and the sound is unapologetic, warm, and deeply amused. ]
Very effective. [ Ahem. Considering. ] So...any more feedback for me?
[ Another callback that strengthens her grin. In the meantime, Sciel seizes the opportunity to return her own mouth to Lune's body, craning her neck to suck along the other's throat, careful not to hurt her but...also not necessarily avoiding leaving little reminders for later of the time they'd shared. The time they'd spent living, intensely so, on this annual celebration of death. ]
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High marks all around, [is what she settles on.
She fiddles lazily with Sciel's hair as the other woman keeps kissing her, relaxing into the feeling of Sciel's lips on her throat. She can already tell there'll be a bruise or two there come morning.
Come morning...
A shiver runs through her. She tries to pass it off as just being chilly – they're lying naked up in the Tower, it's not unreasonable that she would be – but she knows that she'll have to wake up in the morning and face the work ahead. Her parents are dead and they aren't coming back and Sol and Stella are off living their own lives and it would be so, so easy to lose herself completely in Sciel, to do this every night and maybe get to know her better and maybe fall in love and build a life together but there's too much work to ever allow for anything outside of it and nobody to do it but her. Maybe she should have already gotten started tonight. Maybe this was a mistake.
No, she thinks quickly, not a mistake. But a distraction.
Don't get distracted, Lune. You need to focus, Lune. You won't be able to concentrate on the work if your head is full of pretty girls.
She flops onto her back next to Sciel, staring up at the stars.]
I should... [Leave.] ...thank you. This was amazing.
[And it was. It's probably the most amazing thing that's ever happened to her. Which is why it can't ever happen again. She can't afford to have her head wrapped up in Sciel when she needs to focus.]
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Sciel turns to lie on her side, arm bracing her head as she gazes at the other woman, hopefully not for the last time. But...maybe for the last time in a while. ]
You're very welcome. [ Almost without thinking about it, she reaches out to brush a dark strand or two from in front of Lune's face. ] Thank you for coming.
[ Up to keep her company, or...the other meaning. Whichever. Both. ]
I won't forget this. [ She says after another pause, and her voice hangs with an offer: should there ever be space for it, she'd be happy for the mage to come knocking again. There is no expectation, but rather a door that will remain unlocked to her, if she were to find herself at that threshold again in the future.
Of course, she also means it in a more straightforward way: it'd been time incredibly well-spent -- pleasurable, and with an incredible woman -- and she commits every second of it to memory. ]
In the meantime, I'll be cheering you and your expedition on. I've got high hopes.
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The offer is audible in Sciel's voice: we could do this again. But looking at Sciel makes Lune's heart flutter in a way that she can't allow, so she sits up and reaches for her clothes. There can't be an again, because then there'll be a third time, and a fourth, again and again and again, and maybe it won't ever stop, because the more Lune gets a taste for Sciel, for whatever there is between them, the harder it will be for her to walk away.
She can practically feel her parents' eyes boring into her, their disappointment hanging thick in the air. She needs to focus. She can't get distracted. If she leaves now, she can start pulling out some charts tonight so that she'll be ready to work first thing in the morning. She'll need to go back through her parents' notes, everything they left for her in case they failed. She's been through a lot of the old records already, but there are more; she can start organising those tomorrow, too, and go back through the rest looking for fresh details. She won't get distracted again.]
You could join us.
[She doesn't look at Sciel. Her attention is fixed on buttoning up her trousers and pulling her shirt over her head.]
The expeditions can always use more volunteers.
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Me, join the expedition? [ She doesn't quite laugh, but she does crack a surprised smile as she pulls on her boots. ] I don't know, I'm...not sure I'm cut out for all that.
[ She's just a farmer, after all. And the expeditions...important as they are, they're also -- historically -- a death sentence. Sciel may be an orphan now with no siblings to speak of, but she likes her life. Isn't exactly looking for an out. ]
I'll think about it. [ Comes the light reply, but she does mean it. No reason not to keep the idea tucked away in the back of her mind for a rainy day, even if it might only end up being a road not traveled.
Once all her clothes are back on, she reaches for the discarded bottle and lifts it in a little toast directed toward the mage. ]
Until then -- to you...Lune. Merci beaucoup.
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When Sciel speaks again, she stops and glances quickly back. Fuck, Sciel is beautiful, and of course with that thought comes the temptation: stay. Kiss her. Ask her back to Lune's flat. Ask her to breakfast in the morning.]
Avec plaisir, [Lune says softly, very nearly smiling.
And then she turns and leaves, hurrying down the stairs, leaving Sciel to her bottle and the rest of her night, hoping that she's at least left her a little better than she was before. Halfway down, she pauses, her hand hovering over the railing, her foot stalled just above the next step. She wants to go back. She wants to go back so badly. And that's the danger of it, isn't it? If she wanted Sciel less, if Sciel were less spectacular, if it had just been a bit of fun, maybe she would go back.
In another life, perhaps.
She continues on home. She's got work to do.]