AU - MAGNI & LAKSHMI

[mahalakshmi]

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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[villieldr]

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.

[mahalakshmi]

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."

[villieldr]

"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.

[mahalakshmi]

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.

[villieldr]

"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.

[mahalakshmi]

"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.

[villieldr]

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."