mahalakshmi | AU - MAGNI & LAKSHMI

"You have not." That at least is an easy push back as she lifts the other leg, repeating the same process. Watching the water trickle down her leg, curving around the shape of her ankle and dripping back into the water. "I would never."

She leans forward, like she makes to mean it particularly, or just that she wants to a lot - and she kisses the top of her knee that she is scrubbing, massaging around. A briefly tickling thing, before she smoothes the sensation away with another swipe down of her fingers.

"I have." She tilts her head each way, gestures to wear muttonchops might be. Very similar, she seems to suggest. It's uncanny.

Ah, but then Lakshmi kisses her leg, and that silliness is knocked out of her. "Uh," she starts, a bit wobbly.

It's... so very much, to see her being unmoored in such a way. Her steady, steady mountain. She licks her lips, as she pulls away, the soft taste of oil, water and skin on her lips.

Her hand drops, cupping to catch water in her hands. Bringing up, she tips them, to splash water over her leg, watching it wash down her legs. Washing away the oil, the faint grit of grains. It leaves her skin smooth, soft, under her touch. Didn't dare to do more. Not right now, working up to - to more of that, as the water rolls off her body. How it burns with the need. That as she works all the way oil. That... that is too much, by itself.

It's too tempting, to not, to stop herself from lowering her head again, sliding her still slightly oiled fingers over the inside of Magni's knees. Bracing herself between them, to kiss her again, this time, a little higher up on the inside of her thigh. Little, barely a little tickle of her breath on damp skin.

"Please," she says very softly, without even meaning to. Immediately bites her lip, looks down - embarrassed, really, to have been pleading or demanding. She can feel her skin burning with it, blush heavy on her cheeks, her neck, tell-tale across the top of her chest, just below her collarbones.

It makes her abdomen tighten, some fearsome wanting curled hot in her belly, in her chest, seemed to grow with each beat of her heart. It's like she can feel her pulse right through her, and the kisses are so gentle and so wonderful and nowhere near enough. She isn't, truthfully, very aware of what enough would be, just that she wants Lakshmi to touch her, to be close to her and inside her.

Even so, they are taking steps, and the steps involve Lakshmi washing her, and she shakes her head at herself, sheepish. "Sorry." Even softer than before, seems as though she is trying to seem smaller than she is.

She doesn't look up, but the - word deserves a response. So she doesn't say anything, but when Magni mumbles the sorry shortly afterwards, she turns her head in the line of kisses, and there, just there, halfway up her thigh, she presses her teeth in an exact, slow pleasure. In and in and in.

Then she moves away, kisses a little lower, following her adoring bath, a little more meandering, now. Finding new places, a sort of discovery of a new place.

And when her mouth stops, dangerously close, but not too much further, unwanting to be go too further when she doesn't know what she wants to do, only a sure, that it feels like a kiss. Lakshmi lifts a hand from where it braces her. Soft with oil and lifts...

Lakshmi touches to her, intimately, mimicking, mapping, and slowly drags her fingers over Magni's heat. Feels how warm she was, as Lakshmi had been, and feels a relief to know that they both burned. Better than words, for this is knowing as gently, slowly, she eases her fingers into Magni, the same way. Just her first fingers. Looking up to see how - how it was, that she was liking it. That it was as it had been for Lakshmi.

Her breath catches with the bite— feels, truthfully, like it could be catching with every attempt she makes to breathe, for how short of breath she feels. As Lakshmi's teeth sink in a bruising, wonderful pressure, she makes no attempt to stifle the moan that it draws from her. Low, quiet, hand dropping to caress Lakshmi's hair very lightly. Watching her so intently, and she wants nothing more than to just pull her into a kiss, pull her closer so they can tangle up together.

She's partway convinced to drag Lakshmi closer when her fingers graze against, soft and slow and then firmer. A gasp, and her fingers tug at Lakshmi's hair as she leans down to demand a kiss, then, partway muffles her moan again Lakshmi's jaw as she presses forward to try and meet her hand. Too eager, she suspects, by far.

"I want you on top of me," she says, partially a realisation, and realising in the same moment that could mean lying on the floor, and almost not caring - except that is certainly not fine enough for her Lakshmi, her Rani, and her skin is flushed, lips parted.

Her eyes are so soft, when they look up at her, so aching full of whatever this tremendous thing was. For surely it was so. Surely everyone must know it from looking at them to know it was there. This thing she hardly dared to name between them because it was too much hope.

That even as Magni speaks, Lakshmi goes to hush her, her wrist twisting to press her palm up - to give the relief that Magni's weight between her thighs had given her. Something hard to press back against, to grind recklessly into. That as she presses, she turns, shifting in closer with between her knees, leaning in to kiss every part she could. The words bubbling, half made promises and thoughts of something half as sinful as now is the thought of: "Later."

Because, because, - her fingers crook in, finding the rhythm Magni wants like a harpist found notes, plucking to hear the soft sounds Magni made, and like any good performance - "I want to watch you."

For a long time she has been concerned with Lakshmi's wants, what would make her happy and seeing those upheld. She has fretted and worried for her wellbeing and her joy, and though sincere, that feeling is entirely different to what she experiences now. Not simply wanting to see Lakshmi content, but as though to do anything but what Lakshmi bids of her is impossible. She's still leaning over her, close from that kiss, and as Lakshmi's hand presses against her she moans and buckles forward further.

But her Rani had said that she waned to watch her, no? It feels slower than it surely is, as she murmurs against Lakshmi's ear: "Yes, my Jarl."

Leans back, brings her hands to anchor at either side of her and gripping the chair, as she eases to lean against the back of the chair. She can't keep wholly still with how Lakshmi's fingers move, and she's biting down hard on her lip as she moves her legs a little further apart to give her more room to move, to allow more closeness even as Magni grinds against her hand and rocks into that contact. As much as it makes her want to close her eyes, she keeps watching Lakshmi, though her abdomen tenses.

Her gaze stays on her, an adoration so plain, so needful, it cannot be mistaken for other than what it is. I love you, I adore you, I want you so. Her fingers curl and rock, thrusting into her deeply, the pad of her thumb against her clit in small, slight circles which are so kind they must be a torment.

Because she is watching an avalanche down a mountainside, she is watching her mountain fall apart under her touches like she is the tremor that shakes the trees in an almighty earthquake. How good it had felt to be such a thing, as good as when it happened to her. Knowing the ache in Magni's legs, those little pulled in breathes where she can't sit still. That it feels.

Like a kiss.

It seizes her, as that, how dearly she wants her to feel as Lakshmi had felt. How she wants to unravel her just the same. Her head lifts, meeting Magni's gaze with eyes dark in the heat of it. Perhaps it is to make a mark of it, to make sure that it was alright too so that Magni could see what she was doing as she lowers her head, curls her fingers a little bit away.

And kisses her, there, just there. Her fingers deep inside of her, curling up and up. Her lips soft, and she kisses Magni across her clit like she did her lips, warm tongue and a soft sigh. Water on her tongue, but that other taste below it, drawing it up and over. Almost, almost unerring, because she looks up at her, thick under her lashes, still, gazing up at her without hesitation as she keeps her mouth there.

Her grip on the chair tightens, and her head tips back, the coil of her blonde hair tumbling down her back, but she makes herself look back to her wife. To see the adoration in her gaze, it— makes her feel as she never has before, feels as though her heart is bursting from the joy of it. Hips arching up, rocking to meet Lakshmi's hand, though she tries to rein it in. Not be rough or too strong.

And then Lakshmi lowers her head, brings her lips to her, and Magni cannot hold back her moan. She tries to cut it short, swallow it down, but the curl of Lakshmi's fingers renders the effort pointless. "Lakshmi." Her name breaks on Magni's tongue, and Magni's muscles are straining, breath becoming more ragged. The quiet is being drawn away, that armour slowly coming apart as Lakshmi's lips and tongue work against her, as her fingers move inside her.

Magni's carefulness and control is crumbling, and one of her hands cups the back of Lakshmi's head. Not holding her in place or pulling her closer, just a desperate need to be touching her, as her back arches and a loud moan echoes. Breath rasping, body not quite stilled, muscles trembling and Magni slumped in her seat.

She looks so beautiful like this, Lakshmi thinks so fondly, with her head lowered and her eyes up. But she doesn't ease up in it, her fingers thrust deep to the knuckle, her lips firmly against her working in those same quick motions until she is so absolutely sure that Magni could barely move a muscle.

Then deliberately, she moves back and slowly, slowly, slowly, moves her fingers away. It's different to the water, wet but slick in a completely different way.

With it, she rises up maybe to fulfil and earlier request that she stands up in the bath, water pouring off her in a river. Stepping out of it - not to go far or even dry off. But to find Magni's lap and straddle here. Fulfilling that earlier wish. On top of her. The embarrassment given way to demand.

Her legs curling around her, toes curled up and half disbelief on being so bold but she could so barely help herself in the need and heat of it. How much she wants to watch Magni and -

"I could watch you for hours." her free arm hooks around her shoulders, anchoring for support as the other - those fingers sticky from where Magni had come so tightly around them and begins to press them into herself, still wet from water, from how Magni had made her come, and then from making her do the same, a slick streak against Magni's thigh. Sharing in that heat, now, in the most intimate way. "Show me, again." how she had touched her, worked her. To let Magni take control of her movements as she unsurely rocks against them.

She honestly has no intention of moving. The only place she wants to move to is their bed, theirs, together, so she can kiss Lakshmi as intimately as she kissed her, can keep on moving with her. Her breath comes in slow, ragged breaths as Lakshmi climbs onto her lap, and she smiles up at her.

"And I, you." A broader, hazy smile, hands settling onto the curve of her hips, and she bites her lip as her gaze drags down Lakshmi's body. But then that instruction comes, and that smile turns mischievous as she looks up at her and tugs her closer roughly.

"Show you?" Deliberately vague and confused, as she watches Lakshmi hungrily.

She whines unrepentantly as she's moved. Dragged up her legs and into her lap so closely, arching her back appreciatively. Feverishly dazed, eyes blown wine like she'd drunk deeply of her cups at dinner. Madly in love and demanding as she was, when she was not constrained by title, by eyes and position.

And to that - that boldness is unrestrained too. "I want you to show me," her lips full, breathless shared words. "I've don't know how to touch myself. You have to show me. Make me feel like that again, until I'm sobbing again."

"I'll teach you," she kisses her neck, sucking at the skin hard as she presses Lakshmi closer to her, hand on her back. Her other hand slowly trails up the inside of her thigh, and she tilts her head up to murmur against her ear. "What if I can't get enough, and I just need to keep touching you?"

Another bite to Lakshmi's neck, sucking hard until she draws up a vivid purple mark. "The secret is, um— anticipation."

Which is to say, she isn't touching her yet, fingers just lightly circling the inside of Lakshmi's thigh.

She shudders, twitching thoughtlessly to the teasing like a kite on a string. At much to the will of the wind as to the pull and tug. Her fingers twitching inside of her, rolling and trying to brace for more. Wanting for more but being denied. The kiss is barely a satisfaction, only peaks her, demands more of her, writhing in her lap, skin against skin.

"Teasing me, you mean."

Her voice is strained, even to her ears. But she carries on, even so, because stopping was a kind of death, she was sure. "How am I supposed to look at you, without knowing you like this?" Maybe she meant to keep that to herself but she thinks and then says it and takes not a word of it back.

"I'd never tease you," she replies quietly, gently taking hold of Lakshmi's hand, almost starting to guide her, and not quite committing to it.

That question, though, makes her look up curiously. "You do know me. Or do you want to know me better?"

Rich, definitely teasing, as she guides Lakshmi's fingers deeper.

"I mean-" suddenly it doesn't matter what she means, as Magni pressed against her, presses her own fingers deeper and she jolts, sharp inhale od breath, her mouth falling open, her eyes screwing shut.

Then she moans, terribly loud, head falling back, her chest lifting up. Rolling down quicker again. " - I mean, mean - when you take my hand in front of Krogstad, I am only going to be able to think of how good your fingers feel inside of me. When you say my name I will only, only," another hitch, feeling that trickle of heat as her fingers jerk again, so burning hot. "Only hear how you said my name when my tongue touched you."

Her legs were shaking all over again, maybe they never stopped, she could not rightly tell as she rolled, straining and twitching.

A soft groan, at that, the memory of the kiss so immediate and close.

"Should I be jealous that you react so to your own fingers?" Teasing, again, as she guides them further out before pressing back in. Slow, always so slow, not giving her the satisfaction of speed. "Will you still need my fingers at all?"

Her other hand drops to Lakshmi's rear, gripping tight as she had before. "Every time I look at you I will wish we were alone."

AU - MAGNI & LAKSHMI

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