Post by max on Feb 4, 2010 10:36:56 GMT 10
Title: Dancing Lessons
Rating: R
Length: 692
Competitor: Uline of Hannalof
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: Continuation from Sororitas, kind of. A bit smutty.
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‘What do you mean, you’re not dancing?’ says Adie, her voice dangerously quiet.
‘But Adie, you know I can’t dance.’ Kel pleads, her hands raised palm up in supplication to her sister’s better judgment. ‘Have you forgotten the Festival of the Moon?’
‘You were seven,’ says Adalia, her words tiger-slow with menace, and for the first time, Kel notices the glint of mania in her eyes. ‘Thirteen years have passed since then,’ she continues, while Kel mentally notes how far away she is sitting from the door and windows – how many steps it will take her to reach them if her sister snaps. ‘And you’ve spent most of them at court,’ and for all her self-control, Adie’s voice is getting higher and louder and Kel suddenly – worriedly – remembers her belt knife is oh-so-usefully sitting on her desk, many hallways away from here, as Adie’s trembling fingers close around a letter opener. ‘And you’re telling me you can’t – ’ her voice a squeak now, Kel blessing the solid wooden dining table separating them. ‘Can’t – ’
‘Excuse me,’ comes a melodious voice, ‘But I would hate for our week together to start so poorly,’ and both girls turn to the doorway.
Kel’s heart and stomach seem to flip flop as Uline floats into the room, dressed in a green wool gown whose cut accentuates the neat curves of her slender body, her only jewellery a delicate silver chain resting against her collarbones, the simplicity of her dress serving only to illuminate her own loveliness. It is the first time she has seen the older girl since Oranie’s wedding, and for a moment Kel wonders if she imagined the whole encounter – surely this perfect, polished, jewel of the court never lay down with her one day when the world caught on fire.
‘Oh thank the Goddess you’re here,’ says Adie, dropping the letter opener, face breaking into a smile as Uline slides into a seat next to Kel who finds her power of speech suddenly gone, can only glance at her shyly through her lashes.
Adalia, unaware of the undercurrent of heat rushing through her sister’s body, passes Uline a slate displaying the seating arrangements she has planned which Uline languidly begins to correct with a piece of chalk, shifting people while Adalia apologises for both she and Kel, explaining that Kel has to dance, but Kel says she can’t dance, and she, Adie, is at her wit’s end because Kel is a legend now, ‘And legends just need to know these things.’
Suddenly Kel feels a hand on her thigh, beneath the table where Adalia can’t see, and blesses her Yamani training for not betraying them.
‘You’re quite right,’ says Uline, her eyes on Adalia, her hand tracing torturous circles up Kel’s leg, her voice serious and soft and grave. ‘Keladry is a lady knight,’ and she stresses the lady as her hand reaches Kel’s waistband and slides beneath it to stroke Kel’s lower stomach. ‘And – I know you’ve seen me dance.’
Adie nods as Kel plays with fabric swatches on the tabletop, her hands trembling. ‘You’re one of the best dancers I’ve ever seen.’
Uline doesn’t reach any lower, and Kel can’t tell whether she is more relieved or more vexed to feel the hand retreat back to its owner’s lap as Uline looks at her for the first time, her eyes betraying promises Kel can’t quite comprehend but aches to pursue.
‘I’ll teach you as much as I can before Samhain, Keladry.’
‘Brilliant,’ says Adie, smiling with relief as she stands and Kel remembers her sister exists at all. ‘I think I’ll find us some tea.’
As soon as Adie closes the door behind her, Uline leans in for a kiss that Kel returns, dizzy with the sensation of the mouth so soft and tasting of honeysuckle.
‘Thank you… for everything,’ says Kel when they break apart.
‘The pleasure’s mine,’ Uline replies, before revealing far too many pearly teeth in a wolfish grin. ‘You should be warned, though,’ and her mouth is pressed against the delicate shell of Kel’s ear as she whispers, ‘I am going to work you until you drop.’
Rating: R
Length: 692
Competitor: Uline of Hannalof
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: Continuation from Sororitas, kind of. A bit smutty.
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‘What do you mean, you’re not dancing?’ says Adie, her voice dangerously quiet.
‘But Adie, you know I can’t dance.’ Kel pleads, her hands raised palm up in supplication to her sister’s better judgment. ‘Have you forgotten the Festival of the Moon?’
‘You were seven,’ says Adalia, her words tiger-slow with menace, and for the first time, Kel notices the glint of mania in her eyes. ‘Thirteen years have passed since then,’ she continues, while Kel mentally notes how far away she is sitting from the door and windows – how many steps it will take her to reach them if her sister snaps. ‘And you’ve spent most of them at court,’ and for all her self-control, Adie’s voice is getting higher and louder and Kel suddenly – worriedly – remembers her belt knife is oh-so-usefully sitting on her desk, many hallways away from here, as Adie’s trembling fingers close around a letter opener. ‘And you’re telling me you can’t – ’ her voice a squeak now, Kel blessing the solid wooden dining table separating them. ‘Can’t – ’
‘Excuse me,’ comes a melodious voice, ‘But I would hate for our week together to start so poorly,’ and both girls turn to the doorway.
Kel’s heart and stomach seem to flip flop as Uline floats into the room, dressed in a green wool gown whose cut accentuates the neat curves of her slender body, her only jewellery a delicate silver chain resting against her collarbones, the simplicity of her dress serving only to illuminate her own loveliness. It is the first time she has seen the older girl since Oranie’s wedding, and for a moment Kel wonders if she imagined the whole encounter – surely this perfect, polished, jewel of the court never lay down with her one day when the world caught on fire.
‘Oh thank the Goddess you’re here,’ says Adie, dropping the letter opener, face breaking into a smile as Uline slides into a seat next to Kel who finds her power of speech suddenly gone, can only glance at her shyly through her lashes.
Adalia, unaware of the undercurrent of heat rushing through her sister’s body, passes Uline a slate displaying the seating arrangements she has planned which Uline languidly begins to correct with a piece of chalk, shifting people while Adalia apologises for both she and Kel, explaining that Kel has to dance, but Kel says she can’t dance, and she, Adie, is at her wit’s end because Kel is a legend now, ‘And legends just need to know these things.’
Suddenly Kel feels a hand on her thigh, beneath the table where Adalia can’t see, and blesses her Yamani training for not betraying them.
‘You’re quite right,’ says Uline, her eyes on Adalia, her hand tracing torturous circles up Kel’s leg, her voice serious and soft and grave. ‘Keladry is a lady knight,’ and she stresses the lady as her hand reaches Kel’s waistband and slides beneath it to stroke Kel’s lower stomach. ‘And – I know you’ve seen me dance.’
Adie nods as Kel plays with fabric swatches on the tabletop, her hands trembling. ‘You’re one of the best dancers I’ve ever seen.’
Uline doesn’t reach any lower, and Kel can’t tell whether she is more relieved or more vexed to feel the hand retreat back to its owner’s lap as Uline looks at her for the first time, her eyes betraying promises Kel can’t quite comprehend but aches to pursue.
‘I’ll teach you as much as I can before Samhain, Keladry.’
‘Brilliant,’ says Adie, smiling with relief as she stands and Kel remembers her sister exists at all. ‘I think I’ll find us some tea.’
As soon as Adie closes the door behind her, Uline leans in for a kiss that Kel returns, dizzy with the sensation of the mouth so soft and tasting of honeysuckle.
‘Thank you… for everything,’ says Kel when they break apart.
‘The pleasure’s mine,’ Uline replies, before revealing far too many pearly teeth in a wolfish grin. ‘You should be warned, though,’ and her mouth is pressed against the delicate shell of Kel’s ear as she whispers, ‘I am going to work you until you drop.’