mahalakshmi | AU - MAGNI & LAKSHMI

AU - MAGNI & LAKSHMI

if you'll be my light, i'll be your shelter

i. first meeting | a non existent engagement and a hasty marriage

ii. a tempertantrum in a thunderstorm | sticks and stones may break my bone but words will leave me with crippling anxiety (and a headcold)

iii. a kindness of intimacies | nsfw, sometimes, love is like falling into an icy lake

iv. just like the battle of troy, there is nothing subtle here | when the world conspires to consistently make you insecure about your wife.

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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."

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