[ Sciel meets Lune's lips with a low, pleased hum, crashing back against her mouth with a renewed hunger. This time she's more bold, tongue pressing for permission to enter, to explore, to tangle with Lune's own. In the meantime, one of her hands cups the breast, thumb circling the nipple in intentional orbit.
It's difficult, but not impossible, to focus on pleasing her partner when the other woman's fingers are below Sciel's waistband, moving along the wet heat that waits there. There's a low, desperate moan from within the young farmer as she nearly bucks into the contact, mind wildly overcome with desire for those fingers to go farther, faster, deeper -- ]
Merde -- [ It feels as though her blood has ignited within her; when she breaks for air, she's heaving breaths. Even so, the break is brief, and she closes the distance again soon to get another taste.
Then she's on her back, chest rising and falling heavily, expression shifting gradually from ravenous to surprised to pleased. ]
Go on, then. [ Comes the encouragement. While Lune works off her bottom half, she quickly removes anything left on top, leaving her chest bare. There are already some tattoos there, lined in gold, but not nearly as many as there will be by the time they meet again.
In the meantime, Sciel seems unable (or unwilling) to leave her hands without the feeling of Lune, and so she lifts them to tangle in that raven hair, to drift across smooth shoulders: whatever she can reach. ]
Can't believe I almost spent today alone. Reminiscing. [ There's a faint, sardonic smile at that. ] Luckily, you've spared me that.
Would it be terribly corny of me to say I'd rather make new memories than dwell on old ones?
[Lune's focus has narrowed in on one singular goal: get Sciel's clothes off as quickly and efficiently as possible. Shoes are discarded, followed by a hurried manoeuvring of Sciel's legs to pull her trousers and underwear off. Every new inch of exposed skin is a thrilling new location to chart, and Lune wants to explore it all. She can't stop smiling giddily at the prospect of so much to discover.
And finally, finally, Lune is kneeling over a fully naked Sciel, Sciel's legs bracketing her hips, gazing down at a woman she'd called beautiful earlier without being able to truly appreciate just how beautiful she is. The sight of Sciel beneath her steals her breath away, if only for a moment, leaving her – possibly for the first time in her life – speechless.
The tattoos catch her eye and pique her curiosity, momentarily distracting her from how very naked the woman underneath her is. There's so much she wants to ask, so much she wants to learn about Sciel. She starts to trace the tattoos, her fingers mapping the lines with precision, though Sciel's hands on her make it difficult to concentrate and her own hands are uncharacteristically unsteady.]
What do your tattoos mean? Are they pictos, or just body art? If they're pictos, what do they do? Do they help you with your work? [Lune struggles to imagine a reason for anything that isn't to do with work.]
No, you're absolutely right. [ The less said about their losses and the Gommage, the better.
Lune's seen to swiftly liberating her from her clothes and Sciel shifts beneath her, stretching up a little, arcing her back. ]
That's better. [ She murmurs, lifting a hand to the other woman's own waistband. ] Though I think we've still got some work to do, no?
[ It isn't just Lune who wants to see all of her partner, after all.
The questions elicit another endeared laugh, and she covers the wandering hand with her own as it presses to the lines in her skin. ]
Pictos. [ She confirms, corners of her lips quirking further upward. ] Some of them help with my work. Some of them don't.
[ Eventually, she'll swap them out for those that would help on the Expedition, which augment the fighting style she'll adopt. For now, though, there's a bit of a crackle and a flurry of light and shadow and she's got a tarot card between two raised fingers. ]
Your card, mademoiselle? [ It's "The Lovers," because of course it is. ]
[Lune grins, delighted, and plucks the card from Sciel's hand. Of course it's The Lovers.]
I didn't know there was a lot of card play involved in farming. [Still struggling to wrap her mind around the concept of using pictos purely for fun.
Still smiling, she leans down for another kiss. It's amazing that she's found anything to smile about today, but every time her mind starts to drift back to the Gommage, her parents, the Paintress, Sciel is there with her bright eyes and infectious laugh, inviting Lune to lose herself entirely.
She does need to get her trousers off, but instead of doing anything about that, the hand on Sciel's chest starts to drift, finding Sciel's breast, cupping it, running a thumb in a slow circle over her nipple. Maybe she's inspired by Sciel's pictos, maybe she just wants to try something new with one of her own, she couldn't say; either way, she conjures a little cloud of ice crystals in the palm of her hand. It's only enough to tickle, really, not enough to freeze, but it stands in sharp contrast to the raging heat between them. She holds the ice over Sciel's breast, feeling her nipple stiffen as her other hand slips down to Sciel's thigh.]
[ Sciel laughs in response, rolling her head to the side to look with amusement up at her partner. ]
There isn't. [ If only, though! ] I did say not all of them help with work. [ There's a pause before she lifts a hand to tuck a wayward lock of hair behind Lune's ear. ] Some things can just be for fun, you know.
[ Like this. She meets the kiss with a contented hum, moving her hand to cup the soft slope of Lune's jaw. ...Maybe the other woman's already learned the lesson, though, because the hand at her own breast suddenly goes lightly icy, eliciting a sharp inhale. It's not at all unpleasant -- quite the opposite -- and her eyes light up with surprise and delight. ]
Mm, you were right -- they are useful. [ The pictos, she means. And not for joining an Expedition, either. Sciel savors the touch, shivering slightly (though more out of pure sensation than anything), hips lifting a little as every new touch further stokes the pulse between her legs.
It's difficult to decide what to do with herself, loathe as she is to interrupt any more of Lune's clearly brilliant ideas, but she also isn't about to let her companion go without. And since her own hand offers none of the added stimulant that Lune's has to offer, she instead reaches for the still-present trousers, tracing the line of heat to where it burns hottest, circling and teasing in intentional, slow strokes. ]
...I definitely don't want you to move, but...I'd love to get rid of these, if you're not opposed.
[Lune groans against Sciel's lips she she feels the other woman's hand stroking over her trousers, her hips rocking of their own accord in search of more pressure, more friction, more everything, more...]
I'm not opposed. [Some detached little part of herself, the perpetual academic, can't help but observe how low and breathy her voice is, and how increasingly difficult it is for her to form words at all. Arousal is negatively correlated with cognitive function. Noted.] Quite the opposite.
[But she is opposed to stopping or moving away, and she has to do both to get her trousers off. It's with another groan – one of reluctance, this time – that she pulls away from Sciel and starts undoing her belt and trousers with precise, if hurried, motions. She stands in order to get the rest of her clothes all the way off, kicks her trousers and underwear off, and looks down at Sciel. Her heart is crashing into her ribs so hard she fears it might break them as she lands back on her knees between Sciel's legs.]
Here I am.
[She strokes along Sciel's inner thigh, feeling the tension in her muscles, marveling at the sheen of sweat glimmering on her skin. In the faint, diffuse light that shines from Lumière below and the stars above, she's practically glowing.]
All of me.
[As she leans down for another kiss, her fingertips find the searing heat between Sciel's legs, stroking once, twice, thrice in deft little circles around her clit.]
[ Lune's reaction encourages Sciel to continue, following the warm pulse from the crest of her hips and further down, pressing into the rock of the other's body to increase that delicious friction. Lune'll have to settle for that alone until she decides to-... ]
There we go. [ Spoken on a breath and with an amorous smirk as the trousers come off and away. Even though the time and effort taken, however small, leaves both their bodies woefully unattended and aching for the return of the pressure, the heat, the cold... ]
And there you are. [ She says it even more lightly, almost reverently. The sight of Lune -- all of Lune -- causes a fresh wave of not only base need, but also the kind of momentarily breathlessness that comes with seeing a gorgeous sunset. A work of both art and nature.
Sciel's expression softens as she reaches out to tug the other's hand toward her, pressing her lips to each finger in turn. ]
You're stunning. [ She murmurs, mouth hovering a little longer on the smallest finger in a more drawn-out gesture before she releases it again. ] More beautiful than anything in the sky.
[ Is it too silly? Well, whatever. It's true. Though she can't be corny for very long, because Lune closes the distance again and steals a proper kiss, one that Sciel returns and savors. She's already making pleased hums against the other's mouth when those lovely, slender fingers find her clit and she shudders, the sound turning a little desperate.
Merde. She nearly bucks against the contact as if it's the first time she's ever been touched. Instead, she manages to pull it together (albeit barely) and returns the favor, slipping her own hand now to attend between Lune's legs. Two fingers sweep acros the wet heat she finds there before traveling up to the clit, which she finds similarly reactive as her own, and massage in a steady rhythm. ]
Fuck. [ There's a shaky laugh uttered between kisses and Sciel leans back a little, biting her lower lip hard. ] That feels incredible.
[Lune withdraws from Sciel's lips just enough to laugh, her voice soft and husky. It's not the first time she's been compared to something in the sky – it's a natural comparison to make, given that her parents' one and only flight of fancy was to name all their children after celestial bodies – but it's the first time she's found the comparison genuinely flattering. Sciel is so sincere, her gaze so loving, how could Lune not be flattered?]
Now that is corny.
[And then she's kissing Sciel again, and she's not sure she ever wants to stop. When Sciel leans back, Lune leans forward, pressing one more kiss to the corner of her mouth with a soft moan, hips rocking insistently against Sciel's fingers. 'Incredible' is an understatement, at least as far as she herself feels. But she thinks she can make Sciel feel even better, if she experiments a little.
It's not easy, concentrating enough to use pictos while Sciel is strumming away so intently at her clit, and the ice cloud that Lune summons sputters a little as she trails it across Sciel's chest. She once again lets it linger over Sciel's breast, this time chasing it with her mouth, enjoying the feeling of chilled skin against her tongue and hoping Sciel will find the sharp contrast between cold and heat equally pleasurable. Her hand continues downward, over Sciel's stomach, her hip, her inner thigh, teasing the sensitive skin there.]
And that? [She runs her tongue in a tight circle around Sciel's nipple before pulling back. Her free hand is braced next to Sciel's head, holding her up so she can properly look at the woman stretched out beneath her.] How does that feel?
[ There's a half-hearted noise of acceptance at Lune's condemnation, but Sciel doesn't look especially bothered. Instead, the other woman drinks up every touch and kiss, pressing into the electric patterns at her clit and melding herself against the other's mouth. Part of her wishes (in a silly, sleepy sort of way) that she could just do this forever. Vanish within it, and know nothing else after this moment. Let the rest of the world just...fade away, and end after the most beautiful and pleasurable possible thing.
Sciel groans against Lune's mouth, and though it's muffled, the pleasure is very clear. That sound only intensifies as the chill returns to her breast and the cold is followed by the warmth of the lips that break from her own. It leaves her free to exhale roughly, gritting her teeth in a smile that is strained only because she's desperately trying to keep herself from unraveling. ]
Mm - [ Comes the grunt, before she sucks air through her clenched teeth. The cold intensifies everything, and a telltale lightness begins to build in her body, threatening a countdown of its own. ] ...Feels amazing, Lune. I'm...really lucky you've got such versatile pictos.
[ She's never had an experience quite like this, after all. Nothing comes close.
Not to be merely on the receiving end, Sciel shifts slightly so she can both allow her partner the access they both want while also keeping herself fully able to explore the other woman in turn. The fingers that have been dancing around Lune's clit dip down a bit and stroke the slick warmth below, pressing lightly at her entrance. ]
I want you to feel as good as I do. [ Comes the low declaration, her eyes sharp with lust. ] Can I...?
[ Those fingers wait, not yet pressing within, though they drift a little back and forth there, as if memorizing every lovely part of her. ]
[The ideal thing to do, Lune thinks, would be to continue trailing kisses in the wake of her hand, continuing to follow cold with heat until she reaches the apex of Sciel's thighs and can put her mouth where, thus far, only her fingers have been. She wants to taste her, she wants to hear the sounds Sciel would make if Lune twirled her tongue around her clit, or pressed her tongue inside her. But then she feels Sciel's fingers on the verge of doing just that, and she reevaluates. Perhaps the correct course of action would be to stay right where she is. The ice sputters out, even the thought of Sciel's fingers inside her making it impossible to concentrate.
As she meets Sciel's eyes, Lune is once again struck by her beauty. Her eyes, sharp and quick and bright, that smile, her freckles...
Lune doesn't much believe in fate, or luck, or anything but cold, hard numbers and facts. But whatever it was that drew Sciel here tonight, she's grateful to it.]
You've already made me feel better than I thought possible tonight. [Better than she ever has, really.] But yes. Please.
[It's not a grant of permission as much as a plea. She adjusts her legs, allowing Sciel more space, while the heel of her hand begins kneading, digging into the muscle of Sciel's thigh.]
[ Sciel merely inclines her head in acknowledgement, a sly little smile at her lips. And then she presses gently past that wet heat between Lune's legs to push within.
It isn't quite the finesse that she'll have one day: not at this age and with her current experience. But she's an intuitive person, and right now she's listening for the signs of Lune's body and nothing else. The two inserted digits crawl farther inside, her own body coursing with both envy and delight at the feeling: so much so that she utters another heady moan, clit aching with the absence of contact. Even that doesn't slow her as she continues her exploration, savoring each sensation and making note of the way each slight movement makes her partner react. ]
You feel incredible. [ Sciel murmurs, breaths shaky even when her hand's movements are fluid. It isn't long before she establishes a rhythm, albeit a variable one: pumping in and out with an inconsistent tempo that sometimes takes its time and sometimes suggest urgency.
Once she's happy with all that (solely based on how happy Lune seems, of course), she shifts again. Positions herself between those beautiful legs without interrupting service, meeting the other woman's eyes briefly before ducking down and letting her mouth join her hand. There's one decisive, languid trail of Sciel's tongue from the wetness at the other's entrance before she traces it up to the swollen clit, circling experimentally.
Putain. She nearly feels drunk on the taste of Lune's body combined with the excruciating buzz from her own. ]
[At the first stretch of Sciel's fingers pressing into her, Lune's head falls forward, a quiet groan escaping her lips.]
Fuck— Sciel, I—
[Between how busy her work has kept her and her near-inability to escape her parents' disapproving gazes, Lune's had precious little time for trysts. One day she'll be composed, confident, experienced; right now she's none of those things, and a little overwhelmed by how wonderful she feels. And when Sciel readjusts so she can run her tongue from Lune's entrance to her clit – too slow, too fast, not enough, too much, all at the same time – she briefly sees stars. One hand finds its way to Sciel's hair, tangling through the soft strands, as she rocks her hips in search of more.
She tries to pay attention to what Sciel's doing so that she'll be able to reciprocate properly, but her mind is, perhaps for the first time in her life, completely non-functional. She tries to put her thoughts in order, but Sciel's tongue immediately scatters them. She tries to note how deep Sciel's fingers are, how fast they're thrusting, how Sciel's tongue draws such perfect circles around her clit, but the intoxicating sensations won't let her do anything but feel.]
Don't stop, I— [She gasps at a particularly quick thrust. Her hips rock a little harder.] I'm close.
[ Even without Lune's warning, Sciel gets a similar message from the other's body. She abides by that heads up, of course, maintaining a more steady rhythm now to help carry Lune through to the end. Her fingers slip within and without, burying up to the knuckle, as she maintains pressure against the clit, tongue darting around it in firm circles.
Though they've just met, Sciel has gathered some things about her partner. Her studious, serious nature, obviously. Her ambitions, her focus. ...It's nice to see some of that armor come off now. It seems that Lune's been able to truly shed those preoccupations and let herself go -- or so Sciel hopes, anyway -- which makes her happy. After all...she'd been up here trying to get through one of the hardest days of her life. Talking to the stars and drinking to occupy her own mind. If they'd both managed to do that for each other, striking up electric chemistry in so short a time, then...maybe there's something special here. Something that could help them through even more of the difficulties ahead, if only they could lose themselves in each other.
For now, though, she'll focus on the present. Keep working Lune's body until she comes (at the very least). ]
[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. ]
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It's difficult, but not impossible, to focus on pleasing her partner when the other woman's fingers are below Sciel's waistband, moving along the wet heat that waits there. There's a low, desperate moan from within the young farmer as she nearly bucks into the contact, mind wildly overcome with desire for those fingers to go farther, faster, deeper -- ]
Merde -- [ It feels as though her blood has ignited within her; when she breaks for air, she's heaving breaths. Even so, the break is brief, and she closes the distance again soon to get another taste.
Then she's on her back, chest rising and falling heavily, expression shifting gradually from ravenous to surprised to pleased. ]
Go on, then. [ Comes the encouragement. While Lune works off her bottom half, she quickly removes anything left on top, leaving her chest bare. There are already some tattoos there, lined in gold, but not nearly as many as there will be by the time they meet again.
In the meantime, Sciel seems unable (or unwilling) to leave her hands without the feeling of Lune, and so she lifts them to tangle in that raven hair, to drift across smooth shoulders: whatever she can reach. ]
Can't believe I almost spent today alone. Reminiscing. [ There's a faint, sardonic smile at that. ] Luckily, you've spared me that.
[ And done much, much more, already... ]
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[Lune's focus has narrowed in on one singular goal: get Sciel's clothes off as quickly and efficiently as possible. Shoes are discarded, followed by a hurried manoeuvring of Sciel's legs to pull her trousers and underwear off. Every new inch of exposed skin is a thrilling new location to chart, and Lune wants to explore it all. She can't stop smiling giddily at the prospect of so much to discover.
And finally, finally, Lune is kneeling over a fully naked Sciel, Sciel's legs bracketing her hips, gazing down at a woman she'd called beautiful earlier without being able to truly appreciate just how beautiful she is. The sight of Sciel beneath her steals her breath away, if only for a moment, leaving her – possibly for the first time in her life – speechless.
The tattoos catch her eye and pique her curiosity, momentarily distracting her from how very naked the woman underneath her is. There's so much she wants to ask, so much she wants to learn about Sciel. She starts to trace the tattoos, her fingers mapping the lines with precision, though Sciel's hands on her make it difficult to concentrate and her own hands are uncharacteristically unsteady.]
What do your tattoos mean? Are they pictos, or just body art? If they're pictos, what do they do? Do they help you with your work? [Lune struggles to imagine a reason for anything that isn't to do with work.]
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No, you're absolutely right. [ The less said about their losses and the Gommage, the better.
Lune's seen to swiftly liberating her from her clothes and Sciel shifts beneath her, stretching up a little, arcing her back. ]
That's better. [ She murmurs, lifting a hand to the other woman's own waistband. ] Though I think we've still got some work to do, no?
[ It isn't just Lune who wants to see all of her partner, after all.
The questions elicit another endeared laugh, and she covers the wandering hand with her own as it presses to the lines in her skin. ]
Pictos. [ She confirms, corners of her lips quirking further upward. ] Some of them help with my work. Some of them don't.
[ Eventually, she'll swap them out for those that would help on the Expedition, which augment the fighting style she'll adopt. For now, though, there's a bit of a crackle and a flurry of light and shadow and she's got a tarot card between two raised fingers. ]
Your card, mademoiselle? [ It's "The Lovers," because of course it is. ]
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I didn't know there was a lot of card play involved in farming. [Still struggling to wrap her mind around the concept of using pictos purely for fun.
Still smiling, she leans down for another kiss. It's amazing that she's found anything to smile about today, but every time her mind starts to drift back to the Gommage, her parents, the Paintress, Sciel is there with her bright eyes and infectious laugh, inviting Lune to lose herself entirely.
She does need to get her trousers off, but instead of doing anything about that, the hand on Sciel's chest starts to drift, finding Sciel's breast, cupping it, running a thumb in a slow circle over her nipple. Maybe she's inspired by Sciel's pictos, maybe she just wants to try something new with one of her own, she couldn't say; either way, she conjures a little cloud of ice crystals in the palm of her hand. It's only enough to tickle, really, not enough to freeze, but it stands in sharp contrast to the raging heat between them. She holds the ice over Sciel's breast, feeling her nipple stiffen as her other hand slips down to Sciel's thigh.]
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There isn't. [ If only, though! ] I did say not all of them help with work. [ There's a pause before she lifts a hand to tuck a wayward lock of hair behind Lune's ear. ] Some things can just be for fun, you know.
[ Like this. She meets the kiss with a contented hum, moving her hand to cup the soft slope of Lune's jaw. ...Maybe the other woman's already learned the lesson, though, because the hand at her own breast suddenly goes lightly icy, eliciting a sharp inhale. It's not at all unpleasant -- quite the opposite -- and her eyes light up with surprise and delight. ]
Mm, you were right -- they are useful. [ The pictos, she means. And not for joining an Expedition, either. Sciel savors the touch, shivering slightly (though more out of pure sensation than anything), hips lifting a little as every new touch further stokes the pulse between her legs.
It's difficult to decide what to do with herself, loathe as she is to interrupt any more of Lune's clearly brilliant ideas, but she also isn't about to let her companion go without. And since her own hand offers none of the added stimulant that Lune's has to offer, she instead reaches for the still-present trousers, tracing the line of heat to where it burns hottest, circling and teasing in intentional, slow strokes. ]
...I definitely don't want you to move, but...I'd love to get rid of these, if you're not opposed.
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I'm not opposed. [Some detached little part of herself, the perpetual academic, can't help but observe how low and breathy her voice is, and how increasingly difficult it is for her to form words at all. Arousal is negatively correlated with cognitive function. Noted.] Quite the opposite.
[But she is opposed to stopping or moving away, and she has to do both to get her trousers off. It's with another groan – one of reluctance, this time – that she pulls away from Sciel and starts undoing her belt and trousers with precise, if hurried, motions. She stands in order to get the rest of her clothes all the way off, kicks her trousers and underwear off, and looks down at Sciel. Her heart is crashing into her ribs so hard she fears it might break them as she lands back on her knees between Sciel's legs.]
Here I am.
[She strokes along Sciel's inner thigh, feeling the tension in her muscles, marveling at the sheen of sweat glimmering on her skin. In the faint, diffuse light that shines from Lumière below and the stars above, she's practically glowing.]
All of me.
[As she leans down for another kiss, her fingertips find the searing heat between Sciel's legs, stroking once, twice, thrice in deft little circles around her clit.]
And all of you.
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There we go. [ Spoken on a breath and with an amorous smirk as the trousers come off and away. Even though the time and effort taken, however small, leaves both their bodies woefully unattended and aching for the return of the pressure, the heat, the cold... ]
And there you are. [ She says it even more lightly, almost reverently. The sight of Lune -- all of Lune -- causes a fresh wave of not only base need, but also the kind of momentarily breathlessness that comes with seeing a gorgeous sunset. A work of both art and nature.
Sciel's expression softens as she reaches out to tug the other's hand toward her, pressing her lips to each finger in turn. ]
You're stunning. [ She murmurs, mouth hovering a little longer on the smallest finger in a more drawn-out gesture before she releases it again. ] More beautiful than anything in the sky.
[ Is it too silly? Well, whatever. It's true. Though she can't be corny for very long, because Lune closes the distance again and steals a proper kiss, one that Sciel returns and savors. She's already making pleased hums against the other's mouth when those lovely, slender fingers find her clit and she shudders, the sound turning a little desperate.
Merde. She nearly bucks against the contact as if it's the first time she's ever been touched. Instead, she manages to pull it together (albeit barely) and returns the favor, slipping her own hand now to attend between Lune's legs. Two fingers sweep acros the wet heat she finds there before traveling up to the clit, which she finds similarly reactive as her own, and massage in a steady rhythm. ]
Fuck. [ There's a shaky laugh uttered between kisses and Sciel leans back a little, biting her lower lip hard. ] That feels incredible.
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Now that is corny.
[And then she's kissing Sciel again, and she's not sure she ever wants to stop. When Sciel leans back, Lune leans forward, pressing one more kiss to the corner of her mouth with a soft moan, hips rocking insistently against Sciel's fingers. 'Incredible' is an understatement, at least as far as she herself feels. But she thinks she can make Sciel feel even better, if she experiments a little.
It's not easy, concentrating enough to use pictos while Sciel is strumming away so intently at her clit, and the ice cloud that Lune summons sputters a little as she trails it across Sciel's chest. She once again lets it linger over Sciel's breast, this time chasing it with her mouth, enjoying the feeling of chilled skin against her tongue and hoping Sciel will find the sharp contrast between cold and heat equally pleasurable. Her hand continues downward, over Sciel's stomach, her hip, her inner thigh, teasing the sensitive skin there.]
And that? [She runs her tongue in a tight circle around Sciel's nipple before pulling back. Her free hand is braced next to Sciel's head, holding her up so she can properly look at the woman stretched out beneath her.] How does that feel?
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Sciel groans against Lune's mouth, and though it's muffled, the pleasure is very clear. That sound only intensifies as the chill returns to her breast and the cold is followed by the warmth of the lips that break from her own. It leaves her free to exhale roughly, gritting her teeth in a smile that is strained only because she's desperately trying to keep herself from unraveling. ]
Mm - [ Comes the grunt, before she sucks air through her clenched teeth. The cold intensifies everything, and a telltale lightness begins to build in her body, threatening a countdown of its own. ] ...Feels amazing, Lune. I'm...really lucky you've got such versatile pictos.
[ She's never had an experience quite like this, after all. Nothing comes close.
Not to be merely on the receiving end, Sciel shifts slightly so she can both allow her partner the access they both want while also keeping herself fully able to explore the other woman in turn. The fingers that have been dancing around Lune's clit dip down a bit and stroke the slick warmth below, pressing lightly at her entrance. ]
I want you to feel as good as I do. [ Comes the low declaration, her eyes sharp with lust. ] Can I...?
[ Those fingers wait, not yet pressing within, though they drift a little back and forth there, as if memorizing every lovely part of her. ]
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As she meets Sciel's eyes, Lune is once again struck by her beauty. Her eyes, sharp and quick and bright, that smile, her freckles...
Lune doesn't much believe in fate, or luck, or anything but cold, hard numbers and facts. But whatever it was that drew Sciel here tonight, she's grateful to it.]
You've already made me feel better than I thought possible tonight. [Better than she ever has, really.] But yes. Please.
[It's not a grant of permission as much as a plea. She adjusts her legs, allowing Sciel more space, while the heel of her hand begins kneading, digging into the muscle of Sciel's thigh.]
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It isn't quite the finesse that she'll have one day: not at this age and with her current experience. But she's an intuitive person, and right now she's listening for the signs of Lune's body and nothing else. The two inserted digits crawl farther inside, her own body coursing with both envy and delight at the feeling: so much so that she utters another heady moan, clit aching with the absence of contact. Even that doesn't slow her as she continues her exploration, savoring each sensation and making note of the way each slight movement makes her partner react. ]
You feel incredible. [ Sciel murmurs, breaths shaky even when her hand's movements are fluid. It isn't long before she establishes a rhythm, albeit a variable one: pumping in and out with an inconsistent tempo that sometimes takes its time and sometimes suggest urgency.
Once she's happy with all that (solely based on how happy Lune seems, of course), she shifts again. Positions herself between those beautiful legs without interrupting service, meeting the other woman's eyes briefly before ducking down and letting her mouth join her hand. There's one decisive, languid trail of Sciel's tongue from the wetness at the other's entrance before she traces it up to the swollen clit, circling experimentally.
Putain. She nearly feels drunk on the taste of Lune's body combined with the excruciating buzz from her own. ]
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Fuck— Sciel, I—
[Between how busy her work has kept her and her near-inability to escape her parents' disapproving gazes, Lune's had precious little time for trysts. One day she'll be composed, confident, experienced; right now she's none of those things, and a little overwhelmed by how wonderful she feels. And when Sciel readjusts so she can run her tongue from Lune's entrance to her clit – too slow, too fast, not enough, too much, all at the same time – she briefly sees stars. One hand finds its way to Sciel's hair, tangling through the soft strands, as she rocks her hips in search of more.
She tries to pay attention to what Sciel's doing so that she'll be able to reciprocate properly, but her mind is, perhaps for the first time in her life, completely non-functional. She tries to put her thoughts in order, but Sciel's tongue immediately scatters them. She tries to note how deep Sciel's fingers are, how fast they're thrusting, how Sciel's tongue draws such perfect circles around her clit, but the intoxicating sensations won't let her do anything but feel.]
Don't stop, I— [She gasps at a particularly quick thrust. Her hips rock a little harder.] I'm close.
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Though they've just met, Sciel has gathered some things about her partner. Her studious, serious nature, obviously. Her ambitions, her focus. ...It's nice to see some of that armor come off now. It seems that Lune's been able to truly shed those preoccupations and let herself go -- or so Sciel hopes, anyway -- which makes her happy. After all...she'd been up here trying to get through one of the hardest days of her life. Talking to the stars and drinking to occupy her own mind. If they'd both managed to do that for each other, striking up electric chemistry in so short a time, then...maybe there's something special here. Something that could help them through even more of the difficulties ahead, if only they could lose themselves in each other.
For now, though, she'll focus on the present. Keep working Lune's body until she comes (at the very least). ]
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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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