She nods, and she's - nervous. Of course, she's nervous. Nervous like she had been from the first but... this was different. Worse than the rejection on a first night, worse than the whispering words in her ear.
This was all herself.
She rises, turning her back to Magni as she goes to the front of her dress. At least, in the effort of making the room warm, her now layers of cloak, dress and undergarments becomes too hot. Something that makes it somewhat of a relief as she undoes the clasp of the cloak from the middle and drops it onto the floor. Then she starts pulling at the laces, tugging at the loops and ties that held her together in her dress, until shapeless, it too falls away.
Down to her shift, she can feel her hands shaking almost as much as she had in undressing Magni. The sturdy bow that kept it done up in the middle of her chest suddenly felt like a wisp of air. Her whole body felt feverish, the belly clenching with low heat. Tensing below her skin. Would she think her beautiful? Would she still look at her like that? Would she place her hands all over her body, kiss her skin? Like books described it, warmly, trailing, finding secret corners of her?
She wouldn't know if she didn't move. Shivering in a way that had nothing to do with cold, she pulled the ribbon loose and lifts her arms up to push the material off her shoulders. Pooling around her feet so that she was naked as the day she was born.
Lakshmi doesn't raise her eyes to look at Magni, couldn't handle it right then, as she turns back around. Her rope of hair hanging over her shoulder to her waist, swinging like a pendulum. But she does lift her hand, tentatively reaching for Magni so she can balance herself to get into the bath. One long leg rising up with her toes pointed as she steps into the water. Then the other as...
Deep, deep breath, Lakshmi, she brings her other leg over. The giddiness, madness, feverishness works its way up her body, if she is to be daring, it must be now or never or they might never be in this moment again.
Bracing herself, she sinks down, but not far from her. In the water, eyes still low, she positions herself to slide around. Bracing her knees either side of Magni's hips and slowly sinks down to sit in her lap, straddling her. Finally, finally, near to her, she looks up at Magni, and she wants her so badly it fills her gaze wholly, that as she finally settles and she feels how they touch the noise is almost helpless as it slips from her lips, her face flushed in the steam or the wanting, they could be told apart. Just that her whole body feels so overwhelming hot.
"I want like to wash your body." I want to touch every bit of you, but her face might burn off if she said it.
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This was all herself.
She rises, turning her back to Magni as she goes to the front of her dress. At least, in the effort of making the room warm, her now layers of cloak, dress and undergarments becomes too hot. Something that makes it somewhat of a relief as she undoes the clasp of the cloak from the middle and drops it onto the floor. Then she starts pulling at the laces, tugging at the loops and ties that held her together in her dress, until shapeless, it too falls away.
Down to her shift, she can feel her hands shaking almost as much as she had in undressing Magni. The sturdy bow that kept it done up in the middle of her chest suddenly felt like a wisp of air. Her whole body felt feverish, the belly clenching with low heat. Tensing below her skin. Would she think her beautiful? Would she still look at her like that? Would she place her hands all over her body, kiss her skin? Like books described it, warmly, trailing, finding secret corners of her?
She wouldn't know if she didn't move. Shivering in a way that had nothing to do with cold, she pulled the ribbon loose and lifts her arms up to push the material off her shoulders. Pooling around her feet so that she was naked as the day she was born.
Lakshmi doesn't raise her eyes to look at Magni, couldn't handle it right then, as she turns back around. Her rope of hair hanging over her shoulder to her waist, swinging like a pendulum. But she does lift her hand, tentatively reaching for Magni so she can balance herself to get into the bath. One long leg rising up with her toes pointed as she steps into the water. Then the other as...
Deep, deep breath, Lakshmi, she brings her other leg over. The giddiness, madness, feverishness works its way up her body, if she is to be daring, it must be now or never or they might never be in this moment again.
Bracing herself, she sinks down, but not far from her. In the water, eyes still low, she positions herself to slide around. Bracing her knees either side of Magni's hips and slowly sinks down to sit in her lap, straddling her. Finally, finally, near to her, she looks up at Magni, and she wants her so badly it fills her gaze wholly, that as she finally settles and she feels how they touch the noise is almost helpless as it slips from her lips, her face flushed in the steam or the wanting, they could be told apart. Just that her whole body feels so overwhelming hot.
"I want like to wash your body." I want to touch every bit of you, but her face might burn off if she said it.