Post by EymberFyire on Feb 16, 2010 19:30:28 GMT 10
Title: Weighing the Cost III (Version 2)
Rating: Strong R
Length: 940
Competitor: Lalasa
Round: 1/H
Summary: The conclusion...
Warning: This one's definitely a strong R. Please keep that in mind!
AN: I wasn't pleased with the last part three of this group of fics, and I've been re-writing it ever since I posted it. This one has a few elements that are the same in the last fic, but for the most part it's completely new. I do not often write anything smutty, so this one's a stretch for me! Many thanks are due to Lisa who looked it over for me. <3333
Why didn’t you write me, to tell me you’d be back?
Well… I…
Ah. I see, my lady. Forgive my presumptiveness.
The first kiss is gentle and hesitant on both sides. Kel’s eyes flutter shut and Lalasa’s hands slide their way up her shirt to grip the collar of Kel’s jerkin and steady them both. They draw back to look at each other, frozen with breathless astonishment that gives way to heat and desire. Lalasa wraps her arms around the back of Kel’s neck, pushing the knight against the wall behind her and parting her lips with her tongue.
And yet you’ve been back in Corus three weeks, and I had to hear from the gossips in my shop that the Lady Knight had returned.
You see…
That’s just cowardice, Lady Kel.
Kel is aware of many things in an instant – the softness of the body against her own, the subtle scent of lavender, and the way Lalasa tastes. Honey with a hint of cinnamon and the sharp undertone of oranges. Then Lalasa pulls Kel’s head to the side and she can only concentrate on the feeling of warm, wet kisses up her neck, and breath on her ear that makes her shiver.
Cowardice. I see. Well, what did you expect? Gratitude?
I didn’t expect anything from you. It was a gift given freely, one I do not regret, my lady.
Kel moans, her hands sliding down Lalasa’s back, then lower, and the woman arches against her chest. She grips Lalasa’s hips and lifts her easily, kissing her fiercely as she walks towards her bed. Lalasa wraps her legs around her instinctively, and when Kel moves to set her on the mattress, Lalasa pulls her down too.
Don’t call me that! Please, don’t call me that. Right now I need an equal. I need you to be my equal.
I’m sorry… Kel. I… I did it because it gave me joy. I never expected anything from you.
Kel fumbles with her jerkin for a moment, finally managing to throw it away, and Lalasa uses the distraction to straddle the taller woman and toss her own shirt aside. When Kel glances up, hazel eyes wide in surprise, Lalasa’s full lips quirk into a small smirk, and her brown eyes smolder through long lashes.
If this is what you want, I need you to say it.
I…
Nimble fingers pull Kel’s shirt from her breeches, and draw it and the breast band underneath over her head. Kel tries to move but relents as she is firmly pushed back onto the pillows behind her. Lalasa slides down the bed, torturously slow as she draws breeches off of well-defined muscles. Teasing fingers drag over the inside of Kel’s thigh, and she is trembling with need. By the time Lalasa has kissed and nipped her way up Kel is aching for contact and release.
Poised below her, Lalasa looks up, her breath warm and wet and delightful. “Is this what you want, Keladry?”
Her response is a wild smile, and a throaty whisper of “Gods, yes.”
Kel thinks she will cry out when two fingers slip inside. When a tongue moves with light, insistent pressure she can’t stop herself from doing so. Lalasa is exploring her, experimenting and teasing. A curve of her fingers rewards her with guttural moans and a flutter of her tongue leads to breathless gasps. She is becoming addicted to the way that she can control Kel’s movements, and the small sounds she is earning from her lover.
When Kel arches and clenches around her fingers Lalasa holds her hips steady and continues. Kel’s wide eyes are locked with hers as she looks up from where swollen flesh meets tongue, and Lalasa moves steadily with rocking hips until Kel falls back, crying out while her whole body shudders again. Lalasa basks in the heady scent and crawls back up to kiss Kel softly. Kel can taste herself on the other woman’s lips, mixed with oranges and honey and cinnamon. The room smells of sex and sweat and lavender, and Kel can’t help but smile.
As Lalasa leans over Kel, her hair spilling over her naked shoulders, the knight reaches a hand up to weakly tuck a strand behind her ear. She pauses, struck by the sight, and for once her expression is completely unguarded. She feels safe here, and there is no reason to hide her wonder and affection. All the hesitation and self-doubt that have plagued her for six long months are gone. She feels giddy and wild and a little bit reckless, and a pure and unwavering happiness. That it all comes from somewhere she never thought to look… She reaches up towards Lalasa, smiling with an awed expression.
The sudden, bare honesty of feeling and emotions visible on Kel’s face are stunning. Lalasa is exhilarated and a little bit frightened to see so much there. She is used to decoding and deciphering each glance and gesture. To have this mad riot of emotions laid out before her with so much trust humbles her. When Kel reaches up to cup her cheek in one large calloused hand, Lalasa presses gentle lips to her palm and wrist, and pulls the hand against her heart.
The moment stretches between them, and then eases back and away. It is something they will return to later. For now, Kel is being un-gallant, and that will never do. She sits up, kissing Lalasa fiercely and pushes her back down to the pillows.
At Lalasa’s questioning glance Kel smiles. “A chivalrous knight is always courteous and generous, my lady.”
Rating: Strong R
Length: 940
Competitor: Lalasa
Round: 1/H
Summary: The conclusion...
Warning: This one's definitely a strong R. Please keep that in mind!
AN: I wasn't pleased with the last part three of this group of fics, and I've been re-writing it ever since I posted it. This one has a few elements that are the same in the last fic, but for the most part it's completely new. I do not often write anything smutty, so this one's a stretch for me! Many thanks are due to Lisa who looked it over for me. <3333
Why didn’t you write me, to tell me you’d be back?
Well… I…
Ah. I see, my lady. Forgive my presumptiveness.
The first kiss is gentle and hesitant on both sides. Kel’s eyes flutter shut and Lalasa’s hands slide their way up her shirt to grip the collar of Kel’s jerkin and steady them both. They draw back to look at each other, frozen with breathless astonishment that gives way to heat and desire. Lalasa wraps her arms around the back of Kel’s neck, pushing the knight against the wall behind her and parting her lips with her tongue.
And yet you’ve been back in Corus three weeks, and I had to hear from the gossips in my shop that the Lady Knight had returned.
You see…
That’s just cowardice, Lady Kel.
Kel is aware of many things in an instant – the softness of the body against her own, the subtle scent of lavender, and the way Lalasa tastes. Honey with a hint of cinnamon and the sharp undertone of oranges. Then Lalasa pulls Kel’s head to the side and she can only concentrate on the feeling of warm, wet kisses up her neck, and breath on her ear that makes her shiver.
Cowardice. I see. Well, what did you expect? Gratitude?
I didn’t expect anything from you. It was a gift given freely, one I do not regret, my lady.
Kel moans, her hands sliding down Lalasa’s back, then lower, and the woman arches against her chest. She grips Lalasa’s hips and lifts her easily, kissing her fiercely as she walks towards her bed. Lalasa wraps her legs around her instinctively, and when Kel moves to set her on the mattress, Lalasa pulls her down too.
Don’t call me that! Please, don’t call me that. Right now I need an equal. I need you to be my equal.
I’m sorry… Kel. I… I did it because it gave me joy. I never expected anything from you.
Kel fumbles with her jerkin for a moment, finally managing to throw it away, and Lalasa uses the distraction to straddle the taller woman and toss her own shirt aside. When Kel glances up, hazel eyes wide in surprise, Lalasa’s full lips quirk into a small smirk, and her brown eyes smolder through long lashes.
If this is what you want, I need you to say it.
I…
Nimble fingers pull Kel’s shirt from her breeches, and draw it and the breast band underneath over her head. Kel tries to move but relents as she is firmly pushed back onto the pillows behind her. Lalasa slides down the bed, torturously slow as she draws breeches off of well-defined muscles. Teasing fingers drag over the inside of Kel’s thigh, and she is trembling with need. By the time Lalasa has kissed and nipped her way up Kel is aching for contact and release.
Poised below her, Lalasa looks up, her breath warm and wet and delightful. “Is this what you want, Keladry?”
Her response is a wild smile, and a throaty whisper of “Gods, yes.”
Kel thinks she will cry out when two fingers slip inside. When a tongue moves with light, insistent pressure she can’t stop herself from doing so. Lalasa is exploring her, experimenting and teasing. A curve of her fingers rewards her with guttural moans and a flutter of her tongue leads to breathless gasps. She is becoming addicted to the way that she can control Kel’s movements, and the small sounds she is earning from her lover.
When Kel arches and clenches around her fingers Lalasa holds her hips steady and continues. Kel’s wide eyes are locked with hers as she looks up from where swollen flesh meets tongue, and Lalasa moves steadily with rocking hips until Kel falls back, crying out while her whole body shudders again. Lalasa basks in the heady scent and crawls back up to kiss Kel softly. Kel can taste herself on the other woman’s lips, mixed with oranges and honey and cinnamon. The room smells of sex and sweat and lavender, and Kel can’t help but smile.
As Lalasa leans over Kel, her hair spilling over her naked shoulders, the knight reaches a hand up to weakly tuck a strand behind her ear. She pauses, struck by the sight, and for once her expression is completely unguarded. She feels safe here, and there is no reason to hide her wonder and affection. All the hesitation and self-doubt that have plagued her for six long months are gone. She feels giddy and wild and a little bit reckless, and a pure and unwavering happiness. That it all comes from somewhere she never thought to look… She reaches up towards Lalasa, smiling with an awed expression.
The sudden, bare honesty of feeling and emotions visible on Kel’s face are stunning. Lalasa is exhilarated and a little bit frightened to see so much there. She is used to decoding and deciphering each glance and gesture. To have this mad riot of emotions laid out before her with so much trust humbles her. When Kel reaches up to cup her cheek in one large calloused hand, Lalasa presses gentle lips to her palm and wrist, and pulls the hand against her heart.
The moment stretches between them, and then eases back and away. It is something they will return to later. For now, Kel is being un-gallant, and that will never do. She sits up, kissing Lalasa fiercely and pushes her back down to the pillows.
At Lalasa’s questioning glance Kel smiles. “A chivalrous knight is always courteous and generous, my lady.”