:// Liana
Satisfaction was already given, little did Selina know. Each reaction, each tug, every resistant comment was already a step towards INTOXICATING yearning. Leliana bit brilliant ivories into her own lower lip, unwavering– compelled not to RUIN her would be lover’s mountainous victory. Intimacy came in several definitions when it involved these two, it could be brutal, violent. Waring frames, and an opposition inmorals. Grey, always grey. Saturated even while BATHED in brilliant sunlight, both preferred the coverage of night. It meant they could remain within the other’s GRAVITY ; close enough to TOUCH, to HATE, to want! Everything was always a test: how far she could push, how far Selina would let herself be PUSHED. If Leliana would stay, if she’d decide that the PROCESS was just not worth it? In the end, worth was what kept the assassin around. Each moment they spent together is like a palpable PIECE of insight ; adored,coveted. ‘ Isn’t THIS patient? As I can clearly recall, Kitten, the last WE met you forcibly pushed me against amassof FILTHY brick and told me to ‘shut up’. ’ Clarity melodically flowed from Leliana’s knowing maw. Desire could be tense, MESSY, carnal. With them it was never calm, never collected. The more they spent a part the messier it could be & Leliana found patience, languid interaction more appealing than the mess. However no complaint would bevocalized, even if wet muscle was meant to do that VERY thing. Palms cradle the curve in Selina’s lower back ; keeping her close. Full lips greeting her jaw ; peppering French affections down to the DIP in protruding collarbones. ‘ If you prefer me to be in AGONY, then so be it.
❜ i’m pretty sure you’re remembering that WRONG... ❜ she teased, the fondness in her voice bringing a smile to her lips. she REMEMBERED it full well-- remember what they did next. every encounter with leliana was worth recounting. the woman was a beautiful, fiery haired, enigma with lips sweet as honey and a tongue as sharp as lightning. they never let themselves get lost in the emotion of it all. only the passion. and come morning, one of them was missing from the other’s bed. it was easy. SIMPLE. and simplicity was a long desired commodity in the cat burglar’s life. she hummed softly as the lips touched her jaw, her head tilting involuntarily, raven curtains sliding across her shoulders, breaching the long expanse of ivory flaked skin before the other. she hated that she loved it when she called her KITTEN. it was childish, but oh so WRONG in all the right ways. her own hand latched at the assassin’s waist, fingers tugging at fine fabric, desperate to touch even more luscious skin. ❛ nooooo, not agony. just-- emmm, SOMETHING, like that, at least. ❜
