One More Shot [cw]

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Maeve Legarde

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One More Shot [cw]
« on: September 16, 2018, 11:36:36 AM »

Daddy had decided to go big for the last show of the season. Everyone wore glitter and paints that glowed of their own volition when the lights were dim. The patterns traced on Maeve’s skin matched her Jewels in color. Geometric designs that seemed to distract everyone she spoke to when the show was over.

Which was everyone at the inn, really. So many goodbyes to say! Tents were coming down as she kissed cheeks and laughed at drunkards jokes. The paint on her body slightly smudged by over-familiar hands as she worked her way to the bar. Her very favorite friend would get his own goodbye later. Tomorrow everyone would be busy packing up their wagons. Maeve had not spread out much, she never did, so there were only her Peeper’s toys to find and a few odd pieces of costume to track down.

A small knot of apprehension twisted her stomach as she spoke with Talimar of just that. His only suggestion was to try the washroom. Or his sister. But Maeve had done both before and the end result had been… less than pleasant. Poor Rian. If the guilt didn’t eat her alive the heat that traced her thighs when she saw the eyrien woman would.

She had to have them, though. So she found Rian and gave her a grin that might have been shy if Maeve knew how to be. One manicured nail tracing her lower lip she tucked into the doorway of an empty room, ”Rian, dear, I hate to bother you. It’s just that, we’re moving on in the next day or two. And I never did find my green leotard. Now I’ve a pink skirt missing too. Sorry.”

Her voice held all the apology she could muster. Teeth flashing lightly. ”I’ll keep my hands to myself, I promise.” She held them up, palms flat, as if that would somehow strengthen the claim.

Of course Maeve would behave. For as long as Rian wanted her to. But she knew, too, that there was a pent up need in them both. Leftover from their last encounter. Now the shock had worn off, and she couldn’t help wondering if Rian was curious to try again. She certainly wouldn’t be afraid to encourage more kissing before time ran out. It might be seasons, or even years, before they came back! ”Tali said they might be in the wash house, but… you’re old laundry lady always gives me the stink eye. I don’t want to go alone if she’s in there.”
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Rian

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Re: One More Shot
« Reply #1 on: September 16, 2018, 12:19:39 PM »

Their housekeeper had quit. Gone off to marry some farmer in the next province. Rian hadn’t realized there had been any sort of courtship happening. Which had made Tali laugh and pull her braid like they were kids again. It also left Rian with the bulk of the house work. She didn’t like making up rooms after the guests had left, but they hadn’t found a replacement yet, so she dealt with all the sticky psychic and not psychic left overs as best she could.

It was a lot easier when you had sudden guests to interrupt the tedium.

”Hi, Maeve.” Rian greeted over the pillow she was stuffing back into its now clean case. They had been almost avoiding each other since Rian had run away. A few half started and mostly stuttered apologies on Rian’s behalf before she had to dash off to another task. Or away from her brother who had been twice as annoying since his visit to the Eyrie.

”A skirt now?” Shaking her head, Rian dropped the pillow back on the bed and dusted her hands off. ”Don’t worry about your hands.” A smile tucked beneath her teeth as she bit her bottom lip. Rian really didn’t want her to keep her hands to herself at all. But she did wonder how Maeve managed to lose so much clothing. ”You should start vanishing these things when you take them off,” she teased.

She shook the blankets out over the bed and gave the room a looking over. It wasn’t tidy, but it was clean. Clean enough for Rian anyway. Smiling, she waved Maeve out of the doorway, snorting at her words.

”Okay, come on. We’ll go look in the wash house, and I’ll protect you from the crone.” She probably did give Maeve the stink eye. She gave everyone the stink eye. Fingers fidgeting with each other, Rian lead Maeve back down through the inn and out to the wash house. The old woman wasn’t at her post when they went in, her stool eerily empty in the middle of the room. The vats were all still bubbling though, and there was a fresh batch of clean laundry heaped on a table.

”We start here before poking through all the wet stuff.” Rian sorted it as she went, dropping items into baskets under the table. Linens, bedding, towels. Another basket for her and Talimar’s clothing and another for guests. And Maeve very warm beside her in the already damp air. Rian peeked, sweat collecting at the nape of her neck and above her lip. Eyes tracing the way the air made Maeve’s clothes sticky.

”I am sorry, about last time.” Last time. Not this time. Maybe this time. ”I think I found your skirt,” she whispered, turning toward Maeve with a nervous flutter, pink fabric hanging from her offered fingers. ”Its hot in here. Hopefully nothing shrunk, if its delicate.” Rian licked the sweat from her lip and shrugged it from between her shoulders where it tickled.

Maeve Legarde

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Re: One More Shot
« Reply #2 on: September 17, 2018, 12:23:34 AM »

”I’ll remember that,” Maeve started, tone suggesting it was nearly a promise. Then one corner of her mouth quirked up into a grin. ”the next time I’m the one taking them off.” Most of the time she had help. And who was she to interrupt passion with complaints about laundry tossed aside?

Then it inevitably wound up left behind. Not that it had caused her any trouble, or given her a single reason to complain so far. Only good things had followed the trail of her missing wardrobe. Like frisky kissing with pretty girls, acquiring a very soft button down that still smelled like Talimar, and now another chance to make nice with Rian.

She didn’t care if all her clothes disappeared.

”My hero.” She giggled. Making room for the other witch she turned on her heel and leaned against the hallway wall instead. Hands caught in a twist of fingers behind her back. Head tilted and eyes wandering while she waited. Falling in step behind her friend. Just far enough behind to get a decent view down the staircase. Which did wonders for Rian’s already wonderful backside.

Out of doors she hummed in amusement at the absent way Rian’s wings shifted towards the sun. Sometimes she wondered what amalgamation of races went into her making. When the wind danced over her shoulder blades she could almost imagine what flight felt like. And she didn’t think her family looked particularly Hayllian or Dhemlanese. Perhaps they’d stemmed from unfortunate Eyeriens with no wings. Or just rolled into existence with their line of wagons already in tow.

They exchanged the sweet rural air for the dense humidity of the laundry vats, turning Maeve from her daydreams. At least for a minute. ”do you think she fell in one?” The witch whispered with a giggle as they both stared at the baren stool in the room’s center. ”Maybe she knew you were coming to guard me and fled for the hills.” She added with a wink. Still bouncing along like an excited puppy, two steps behind. Together they settled around the table of mostly dry things. They might have been fully dry. Maeve’s palms were too damp to tell. Working alongside Rian she tossed towels with towels and sheets with sheets. All her weight resting on the leg closest to Rian. Subtling leaning in.

”Woo, no wonder she’s so wrinkled!” Maeve laughed, passing her hand across her brow. It was very warm. A clinging sort of warm that made the oversized shirt she wore almost sheer. Instead of looking down at the clothes her hands sorted she looked at Rian. Feminine without being girlish the way Maeve was. It wasn’t fair she had such small breasts! She’d nursed Peeper for what felt like a lifetime. But any growing they’d done had left her with the milk after he weaned off to better eating.

Distracted by Rian’s voice she looked up with a curved eyebrow and smile. Shoulder bumping into the other woman purposefully. ”Stop that. There’s nothing to be sorry for.” It had just been a little experimenting. If anyone should have been sorry it was Maeve, running the poor woman out of her own inn!

The kissing had been grand, though, so feeling apologetic was hard. ”Oh, so you have.” Maeve confirmed, eyes drifting down to the slip of pink chiffon. Another wicked smile consuming her face at the softly spoken words. She didn’t have to ask why Rian whispered. It just felt like the thing to do. A bubble of nervous energy enveloped them, separating their space from the larger room. Neither wanted to pop it. ”Do you think it might have?”

It had not. Even Maeve knew enough about laundry to know that. Surely Rian did as well. So Maeve obliged them both and played along. ”I’ll just try it on to be sure.” Without her shorts to hold the folds up her shirt fell to her upper thighs. Hiding all the underthings she wasn’t actually wearing from sight. She worked her bare feet out of one bottom and into the next. Sliding the skirt up around her hips. It was made to go over her show costumes. Flimsy and barley thigh length. A few layers keeping it from being completely transparent. ”Feels okay.” She said, turning slightly to get a look at as much of the back as she could, ”How’s it look? Shrunken?”

Rian

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Re: One More Shot
« Reply #3 on: September 17, 2018, 10:33:11 PM »

”Oh.” Blushing Rian looked away. Face ducking behind her hair as she laughed nervously. No. It probably wasn’t Maeve losing all her clothes. ”Right.” Shrugging her stupidity away, Rian got them moving. Or at least herself. Maeve lingered, stretched along the hallway wall. Rian glanced at her as she passed, eyes lingering too, even as her body kept moving forward.

”Hardly that.” She chuckled. Rian had never been a hero in all her life. But if Maeve wanted to pretend as much, well... yes, that was fine. She smiled as she looked behind her. Maeve humming to the sunlight as they tramped down the short path between the inn and the wash house. Warm, humid air welcoming them in. Not half as pleasant as the crisp air outside.

”No.” Rian snorted. ”She eats and sleeps too. Sometimes.” Rian wasn’t really sure when, though. And her eyes glanced at the big wooden tubs in suspicion until Maeve made her laugh. ”Please! I don’t think she’s afraid of anything, least of all me.” The witch had seen things, Rian was sure. They shared looks sometimes that said more than words could. Exchanges made in silence.

Silence was nice sometimes. Like now, as she and Maeve worked in tandem. Sorting through laundry in hopes of finding the lost clothing. Rian half hoped they would never turn up so she would stay. But that wasn’t how circus’ worked, she knew. And she didn’t think that was how Maeve worked either.

”Yes. I keep suggesting more ventilation but she always grunts at me when I do.” A woman of few words. She mostly made herself understood with scowls and clucking. Rian swept her hair away from her neck and shook another towel into the basket. Eyes sliding toward Maeve. Maybe there was a reason the crone liked the damp. Rian was surely discovering one.

”That’s one then.” Fabric soft and strangely porous as it slipped from her fingers to Maeve’s with a shiver. ”Maybe.” Maybe it had shrunk, would be too short to take with her. Too short to... well. They would find out. Heart caught between running away and being still. Or were those her lungs frozen? Cheeks warm and lips licked to clear them of sweat. ”Alright.” Rian whispered as Maeve’s shorts slipped down her legs.

Stomach fluttering at the way she moved from shorts to skirt with such ease. Graceful in an effortless way, even when she wasn’t performing. ”Looks okay too.” Rian managed to get out as Maeve turned, skirt higher in the back as it flit along her thighs. Lifted by the slope of her... ”I got nervous. But I shouldn’t have run away.” What would have happened if she’d stayed?

What would happen now, if she touched the edge of Maeve’s skirt, there at the back of her thigh. Or measured the length of her nipples beneath her clinging shirt. She looked good in that shirt. Rian bet she looked better out of it, wings rustling as she leaned. Remembering the way Maeve’s hand had felt slinking up her stomach to cup Rian’s breast.

She wanted to try this time. Lips less hesitant this time. Hand sweeping up, lifting the skirt up over Maeve’s hip before it fell away, too short to stay with her hand as it ran up Maeve’s side and over her shoulder.

Maeve Legarde

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Re: One More Shot
« Reply #4 on: September 18, 2018, 05:21:44 PM »

Maeve’s laughter was softened by the weight of the air. Hair sticking to her cheeks and chin, too short to cling to anything else. ”Probably afraid of what will happen should she dry out.” It was probably unkind to say such things. Askavi had been a very unkind place before and during the war. She had often heard her father speak of the atrocities the circus had encountered along the borders. Someone that old must have experienced unspeakable things.

The thought made her bashful. Reminding the witch that Talimar and Rian were centuries old, too, and had likely experienced the same. Among the short lived her own 90 years seemed extraordinary. She forgot that she could look and feel the same age as an Eyrien who had lived three times her years.

Maybe that was why Rian had run away before. A strange imbalance of experience. Tipped in which direction she wasn’t sure. Luckily she didn’t have to dwell on any of that.

This time things were different. An almost tangible change. This time they were equal in wanting. And ready for the experimenting. ”I shouldn’t have pressed you before you were ready.” Maeve admitted. Fingers fidgeting along the hem of her skirt. She liked the texture of fabric. Soft, silky, but a near enough to mesh for the stitches to be felt.

”Thanks. For helping me find my skirt. I suppose its been so long for the leotard I’ll just have to make another.” Her voice lowered until the end of her sentences could barely pierce the air. Furtive temptation melting seamlessly into gentle caress. Gravity pulling the women towards one another. She tugged at Rian’s hips to bring her closer. Spine bowing along Rian’s touch until they were near flush. Lips calm as they met and parted over one another. Maeve shivered in eagerness but only kneaded her fingers busily against the firm mounds of hip bone.

She wouldn’t be overzealous this time. Even if Rian stroked goosebumps across her skin with every little touch. If feigned gentle caution then perhaps Rian would take the lead. Then things might have a better ending. Mother Night did Maeve hope so. Thighs slick now that her shorts were absent from between them- mostly with the humidity of the room. And Rian had a special sort of flavor. Vaguely sweet and a lot salty. It made the room spin in heady delight. She wished for a chair so she could put the other woman in her lap and had called the old stool over before remembering this was Rian’s turn.

Rian

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Re: One More Shot
« Reply #5 on: September 21, 2018, 09:11:37 AM »

”Maybe!” Rian giggled, imagining the folds of the crone’s face sagging without moisture to keep them plumb. ”I think she’s older than Askavi.” She was good at laundry, though, and got nearly every stain out. Plus she did most of the mending, and was very good at quelling drunks with a look when she wandered into the inn. She just didn’t talk much, if at all.

Stretching her wings out, Rian rocked from side to side to stretch her legs. Bumping into Maeve on occasion, shoulders and elbows brushing as they worked together. Rian had never realized how much laundry there was, even when she was putting half of it away. She never saw most of the guests clothing though, and only got what was clean and folded to put away. But slowly the heap dwindled. Skirt found.

And tried on.

”If it shows up, I’ll hold on to it for you.” Maybe they would come back this way some time. And there would be more chances to feel the texture of Maeve’s skirts. And her lips. Rian leaned in, melting to the pressure of Maeve’s hands on her hips. Eager to give in this time. Breasts brushing now that they weren’t leaning over their own knees to kiss. Slipping her arm around the other woman, she pressed in close until she’d back Maeve into... not the table. The stool.

How had that gotten there? Rian blinked, mouth resting against Maeve’s cheek as she breathed her in. Desire a hard coil in her belly. Smiling, she turned them, ass bruising against the stool as she dropped herself onto it. Hands working under the hem of Maeve’s shirt. Or was it Talimar’s? It didn’t matter. Where ever it had come from, Rian wanted it to go back.

”Can I take this off?” What would be underneath? She worked her knees between Maeve’s, one hand tugging at a thigh. The stool was a good idea. A really good idea. Closer. Lips brushing Maeve’s belly, then ribs. Rising as Maeve came lower.

Maeve Legarde

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Re: One More Shot
« Reply #6 on: September 21, 2018, 08:37:39 PM »

”No one left around to say otherwise.” Maeve agreed. Their combined laughter a pleasing sound. The way it sliced through the density of the air making it ring more merrily than it would have out of doors. Or in the smoky barroom.

This was, altogether, a much more satisfactory setting. Less pressingly intimate than a bedroom with the door shut. But still very private. ”Please do. We’ll be back around.” Eventually. Who could say when? Maeve didn’t always travel with the circus though. She could visit if she wanted.

Stomach fluttering as they met passion to passion. Of a height so that neither had to stretch or strain. Bodies turning and brushing and slipping over one another. Moisture from the air along their calves and thighs. Damp shirts clinging until their breasts kissed too.

Rian didn’t seem half as nervous. Tugging their bodies even closer. Tempting Maeve to explore. She held out. Worried she might yet drive the other woman away. With a soft thump the stool fell back on all fours. Bumped by their legs as Maeve absently walked backwards. Both looking for an anchor to latch their heat to. A place to settle and do more touching.

Sweet, sweet woman. Hands pushing hair from both their faces Maeve let Rian catch her breath and bearings. Stool studied for a second before she sat. Maeve was not shy, even standing over Rian as if on display. She lived in the spotlight most nights. Smile gentle she moved her hands to lean, feminine shoulders. Skin tightening wonderfully as fingers skimmed up the shirt she wore.

Left leg planted on one side of Rian she rested the shin of the right on Rian’s thigh. ”Yes.” It made the air heavier. That heated question. A fat bead of sweat tickled its way down her back. Arms lifted to help the shirt over her head. And then vanished with a playful wink. This one wouldn’t go missing. Naked skin. Warm lips. Maeve tried not to think how very like Talimar’s they were. Soft and so sensually shaped. Trailing their way up her stomach and looking for higher places. Bare to the air her nipples tightened in wanting. Other things tightening in anticipation too.

She cupped Rian’s face in a palm. Then slide the other down her back, splayed fingers brushing the roots of a wing. Fascinating things that they were. With a small sigh of satisfaction she wrapped her fingers around its base, while Rian wrapped lips over her own target. Weight settling across Rian’s lap and face turning down to watch.

That tug of pleasure rippling down between her legs as if it were all connected. ”Take yours off too.” She wanted her chance to pinch and tease.

Rian

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Re: One More Shot
« Reply #7 on: September 21, 2018, 09:13:28 PM »

Rian’s lips curled in a smile over Maeve’s lips. Wink viewed through her lashes, and over the rise of small, pert breasts as the shirt was lifted unto the air and vanished. Shuddering she searched higher, tasting the shallow places between Maeve’s ribs. Drawing warm, sweat slick skin between her lips as she sucked. Eyes closing as Maeve ran hands through her hair and down his shoulder.

The skin of back draw tight under the touch. Wings flaring wide in invitation. Eager as her mouth. Whimpering, she drew her cheek along the side of Maeve’s breast before settling her lips around the nipple, tongue slipping down its length as she drew it in. Hands tightening at Maeve’s hips, wings sweeping. It felt good, the way Maeve clung to her wing. But she tasted better.

Rian opened her mouth wider, arms circling Maeve as she settled into her lap. Warm and soft and sweet smelling. Sucked hard, rolling the nipple under her tongue. Feeling it with her lips. Hard and puckered. She squeezed, rocking her hips into Maeve’s thighs. ”Mmm.” Was all the agreement she could manage, face nuzzling the other breast, looking to see if this one tasted or felt any different. Reaching between them, she tugged her shirt, vanishing it from her body rather than fight it over her wings.

Hand empty she let it follow the path her mouth had taken. Up Maeve’s belly and over her ribs until she could cup the breast she’d abandoned. Back arching to let Maeve have whatever she wanted. Aching for all of it. Gasping, Rian shivered top to bottom, tipping her face up for more kisses.

Maeve Legarde

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Re: One More Shot
« Reply #8 on: September 22, 2018, 12:25:39 AM »

No wasting time then. Maeve was glad. Mouth and hands both itching for their share. Raining kisses over the other woman’s lips until their bottom lips were rosy and wet. Nipples tried, softly at first with palms that smoothed over their very tips. Gradually turning to pinches, then plucking. How far could they stretch before it was unpleasant? How firmly did Rian like them squeezed?

They explored one another in a haze of steam. The sharp, clean scent of laundry soap suddenly an erotic element. Washing clothes would always bring up pleasant memories now.

Fingers searching a bit lower Maeve curled deeper into Rian’s lap. Grinding her center on nothing but the waistband of the other woman’s clothes. Skirt a thin slip between them and nothing more. Greedy, Maeve wanted it all. Nails rasping at the fabric that kept her from petting sweeter spots.

She broke free from a kiss and smiled around panted breaths. ”Do you think the floor is very dirty?” There were sheets they could lay out on. Mouth dipping she made a trail from Rian’s neck down. Tongue tracing the shape of her collar bone. Thumb skimming the bottom of a plump breast. The skin where it rested against her chest unbelievably warm. She pinched the nipple before catching it in her mouth. Suckling gentle with intermittent licks of kittenish delight. What a beautiful woman. They could have a fine time. A fine time indeed. Too bad she was Talimar’s sister. A dick in the mix would have been even more fun.

Briar

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Re: One More Shot
« Reply #9 on: September 22, 2018, 12:27:17 AM »

Briar beat the rain by a few minutes. Just long enough for Talimar to point him, wordlessly, to the wash house around back. Apparently they weren’t back on speaking terms. He wondered if this was a bad idea. What if Rian asked him to leave? Wings tucked in as a cold downpour started he swallowed his anxiety and decided to ask for a room anyway. It didn’t have to be the one next to hers this time. Surely she wouldn’t want him that close.

Ligure wasn’t safe for him today. And he wasn’t sure how long he would have to find somewhere else to be. If they would just give him a place for the night he would go back to his mother’s in the morning. Whatever it took not to occupy the same space as the curious queenling with the dark promise of a terrifying Descent glittering from the center of her blood Red Birthright.

He came in just as the tip of a pink tongue curled around a rudy nipple. For a moment he didn’t realize what he was seeing. Rushing into words so Rian would hear at least a few of them before demanding he leave. ”Look, Ri, I know you’re still mad at me buuuu-t-t-t-t.” The final ‘t’ sound landed hard in the center of his palate. Sticking at the top and turning to a clicking sound. Teeth flashing wide then quickly tucked away.

Eyes swift in their appraisal of the intertwined bodies before sweeping off and up to the ceiling. ”Sorry.” His voice sounded ridiculously strained. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to scream or laugh. What an idiot. The signs had been there, clear as day when he wasn’t ignoring them. Of course Rian wasn’t interested in him. Had never been. Briar was stupid for hoping, stupid for letting himself entertain the thought. If nearly killing her wasn’t evidence enough, this had to be. It was like a kick in the balls, and damn them both he liked it. ”Sorry. I’ll just- yeah.”

Doorknob twisting to let himself back out he stopped as the short haired stranger giggled. Releasing the bit of flesh she sucked with a pop. ”Your cute friend is shy, Rian.“ There was a question in her voice that made Briar shiver. Sick to his stomach and turned on all at once. He couldn’t resist the temptation to weigh their expressions. Mouth tight as his gaze slipped sideways.

”I’m not shy.” He couldn’t help assuring her. Looking at the pale body she made not effort to cover, since it was clear she wasn’t the shy type either. Lids drifting shut he felt the heat of blood rushing over his cheeks. He was an Eyrien Warlord Prince. He could have taken them both and had stamina to spare! But she was a stranger with eyes that laughed at him, and she was straddling Rian. His Rian. Almost friend and life changer.

”Is that thunder?” The woman looked towards the door he was holding cracked open as the air vibrated with the sound. Briar hummed an affirmative sound, eyes still on the sliver of floor his nearly closed eyes had settled on. ”Ah, too bad. Peeper will be worried, he hates bad weather,” She told Rian as if it were an apology. Briar didn’t look up but he could hear the soft sounds of bodies unfolding.

Why was he still standing there! Mother Night. ”I’ll wait in the bar.” He just needed a room. Mother Night. Mother Night. Why was he glancing up again. He couldn’t help it. Eyes hungry for what they shouldn’t have wanted. Had no right to see. She hadn’t looked at him when the tables were turned. But they were right there. Round breasts with peeks suckled red, one glossy with the stranger’s saliva. ”Fuck!” What was wrong with him! Briar covered his face, stifling a strangled laugh as the stranger chimed in between reapplying layers of her clothes. ”Sure, but I’ve got to make sure my kid is in bed first.”

Rian

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Re: One More Shot [cw]
« Reply #10 on: September 22, 2018, 07:20:19 AM »

She hadn’t imagined it, much, for all she’d thought about it. What it would feel or taste like. How it would happen. She’d simply replayed events that had already happened over and over again. Kisses they’d already shared, and how Maeve’s hand had felt cupping her breast before Rian had fled.

This time it was better. Because this time Rian stayed. Pressed full breasts into Maeve’s hand, and moaned against her lips when her nipples were plucked just right. And all of it was just right. Stroking Maeve’s warm back, and round backside. Fingers petting a thigh barred by the rising skirt as Maeve ground against her. Cupping her ass, Rian pushed her closer. Hips flushed and wings keeping them balanced as she leaned back, panting with desperation as Maeve locked lips around her nipple.

Her fingers kneaded lower. Deeper. Slipping into the warm crease where Maeve’s pulse fluttered. Tendon drawn into a tight ridge. So close. Damp. Now she imagined what it might feel like, twitching and thrusting beneath Maeve as her nipples drew her whole body tight. Fingers slick as she cupped Maeve in her palm, gasping in shock. At the feel, and the sudden rush of cold, dry air as the door opened.

”Briar!” Frustration, guilt, confusion. She wanted to hide, to shout at him to go away. There was fear too, racing down her spine as she remembered the way he’d crushed her too tight. It tightened her hand on Maeve’s thighs and made her eyes wide. Wings sagging as he started to leave. It was what she wanted him to do. To go away. To have never come at all so she could finish what she and Maeve had started.

So he never would have seen her like this.

”Well..” Rian sputtered, prepared to defend him. Not realizing what they both danced around, an idea that never would have occurred to her and didn’t even now. She wanted to cover Maeve mouth, though. Could practically feel Briar’s discomfort. Instead she pressed in closer so that their bodies were hidden against each other. ”We’re just...” We who and who what? Rian wasn’t sure anymore. Flushed from cheeks to nipples in lust and embarrassment.

Thunder saved them all from the unbearable uncomfortableness.

”Oh. Of course.” She had forgotten all about Peeper. Precocious child. She helped Maeve to her feet with some regret, smoothing the other woman’s skirt down. Her wings tucked under her arms, pulled almost like a robe around her body. Too shy to stand about with her breasts bared like Maeve. ”Your shirt,” she whispered, standing up too, and calling her own in.

”Alright,” she told Briar without looking. ”I’ll be in in a moment.” Wings lax against since he was leaving. She hovered near Maeve, helping her with her shirt, ready to steal a few kisses good-bye. She jumped when he swore, turning, shirt pressed to her chest, wings rising to shield Maeve. Why was he still there! And why did he have to look at her like that? Eyes wider, she looked over her shoulder at Maeve.

It all clicked into place, like tumbling dominoes.

”Oh. No. Not Briar.” He’d had enough fucking, Rian was sure. Her knees quivered at the thought though. It blossomed in her belly now that it had been spoken so plainly out loud. Briar was laughing, face covered when she glanced at him. Shaking her head, Rian fought her way into her shirt, one wing still stuck as she tried herding Maeve out. ”I’ll see you later. Your leotard might turn up.” Too agonized by it to kiss her under the open sky.

It would all be worse if Talimar saw.

Sagging, Rian wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and tried to get her wing free. She couldn’t look at him. Would he be disgusted by her? Like he was with all those other women? She hadn’t done anything to him. Oh why had he come?! Had he wanted to do what Maeve seemed eager for? Mother Night, she didn’t know which was worse.

”Sorry.” About Maeve. Her nakedness. All of it. Sorry for wishing him gone too so she could finish exploring. Fingers wiped on her pant leg as she remembered Maeve’s fingers scratching against the fabric, trying to pet the same place Rian had just been discovering. She was going to burn up from the inside out this time. If he hadn’t been there she would have sucked her fingers clean to see what the taste was like.

”Did you need something, Briar?” She’d bring in some of the laundry since she was out there. And it gave her something to do to keep her from having to face him. Sheets first, she figured. They could be hung up in the kitchen to dry since it was raining outside. She pulled the basket from under the table, hefting it up against her belly before finally turning around. Only just able to peek at him.

Maeve Legarde

    Tiger Eye to Summer-sky
  • witch
  • Played By: Jones

    acrobat
    Traveling Terreille
    23 Posts    103 marks
Re: One More Shot
« Reply #11 on: September 22, 2018, 11:09:01 AM »

Being nomadic had always been a joy to Maeve. Traveling, seeing new places and meeting new friends. It had made her brave and independent. But it also meant she was always dropping in on people that had built history together. Like now.

She didn’t have to test the newcomer’s caste to know he was a warlord prince. Tattooed skin, a flash of pleasure on his face before he could hide it, and the tinge of possessive energy. Body blocking the outside from coming in. If the door had been left wide open Maeve imagined his mere presence there would keep a herd of gawkers from daring to look in.

He was handsome. Dressed in the sort of finery court males wore. Made casual by the way he’d opened half the buttons on his shirt and rolled the sleeves up to his elbows. His blush surprising, and the way Rian stuttered into the press of their bodies. Held tighter as if Maeve were a blanket she could hide under.

It made Maeve sooth the long strands of sleek hair that spilled down between Rian’s wings. ”Yes. I see.” This man called Briar answered to Rian’s weak start of an explanation. He certainly looked like the sort that would have plenty of experience with what they were just doing. ”Yes, indeed.”

There was no need to agree, but Maeve was starting to feel a bit like a third wheel. Caught between a man and woman that wouldn’t look at one another. He looked at Maeve, though, with a simmering interest she recognized. She’d never been with a warlord prince. They could be dangerous, she knew. Nothing in her caste or person tended to call to their lofty caste.

His half retreat opened the door, and Maeve’s attention turned to the weather. Thoughts crossing the field to her son. Pity, they might have had some fun. Giving Rian’s helping hand up a soft squeeze she traced the curve of her freckled shoulder while Rian adjusted the lay of the skirt over Maeve’s thighs. The man said he was leaving, but Maeve wasn’t afraid to watch him. To see any of them.

Poor pent up babies. What was there to be shy about? She didn’t know. Wouldn’t be around long enough to figure it out, either. History between people was such a complicated thing, after all. Any number of things could have happened to make them so uncomfortable with one another. They were both comfortable enough with Maeve, after all.

Getting her damp shirt back on was harder than taking it off had been. Fabric rolling up and fighting to stick to her shoulders and chest. Cupping all the sensitive flesh that Rian had warmed with her mouth and hands. Maybe this male was dangerous. The way Rian flinched at his cursing made her worry. Made her not want to leave the other woman alone with him. Wings rising up like shields around them both.

Eyebrows puckering Maeve tried to find the answer in her friend’s face. A look at this Briar was all she needed to know why he had cursed in the first place. Lust looked pretty much the same on everyone. ”Oh. Sorry, then.” She corrected. Thinking that he certainly looked ready to fuck. Cheeks rosy with heat he was trying to direct at anything but the women in the room. ”I’ll come back in a bit. Just in case.” She promised as she giggled around Rian’s ushering. Stopping in the very occupied doorway to stare up at the sky.

Briar

    Blood Opal to Red
  • Black Widow Warlord Prince
  • Played By: Jones

    Askavi Territory Court First Circle Escort
    Askavi Terreille
    59 Posts    550 marks
Re: One More Shot [cw]
« Reply #12 on: September 22, 2018, 11:09:28 AM »

”Not me?” He repeated in surprise. That didn’t seem very fair. Were women that preferred women as possessive of them as men tended to be then? He wouldn’t have guessed. But he supposed it made sense now that the thought had crossed his mind. He wasn’t sure he wanted to share anyway.
Too many hands made him… well they made his skin crawl. Rian wasn’t a stranger though. He knew her. Trusted her. If she were part of the equation he thought it wouldn’t have been bad at all. Or maybe he would have just embarrassed himself in front of two women instead of one. Did he even really want to taste Rian if he couldn’t have her the way he wanted in the end? Better not to even wonder, he decided.

Briar realized belatedly that he was clogging the doorway. Eyes following the little witch’s up to the sky. A tentative probe checking both women. One with Jewels so light and a psyche so plain and honest he couldn’t help the protective hand he put on her wingless back. Twining a shield over her head to keep the rain off. She smiled up at him, and he wondered if she would come back later. ”Nice meeting you.” He mumbled when she said goodbye, turning to kiss Rian right on the mouth before dashing off into the summer shower.

He took a deep breath, tucking away another smile. It shouldn’t have pleased him so much. Watching their mouths connect. Not when it was the death blow to his own daydreams of romantic aspirations. ”Cute girlfriend you’ve got there.” Distracting her with ribbing so he could pluck her wing through her shirt.

Torn inside between wanting to pin Rian to the wall and smell all the places they had touched one another and the worrying he’d frighten her by being there. He settled with hovering. Wings hemming her in to the wash house just a little longer. Cloak materializing from nowhere and thrown over her shoulders without asking. ”I need a place for the night. I’ll leave tomorrow, you don’t have to put me anywhere near you. Hell, I’ll sleep out here if it makes you feel better.” The stranger had gone off into the field instead of into the inn. Maybe if Rian said no he could find her again.

He just might need to if he couldn’t beat some sense into his feeble control. With a sigh he stepped into the cold rain. Letting it remind him of good manners and proper behavior. Cleanse his sinuses of the lingering scent of feminine wanting and wetness that filled the washroom.

What he really needed was a drink. Something stiff enough to kill his own stiffness. Letting the rain soak into his own clothes he shielded Rian with a twist of his Opal. Afraid she’d be afraid of his Red. Once they were back inside the inn he hesitated at the door again. Looking towards the bar once before changing his mind. Good as it would have been, the effect would have been short. And probably not worth risking words with Tali.

His nose had healed well, but he had really hated fighting his friend. Had they been friends? He guessed not if coming to blows had been so easy. ”You know what,” This had been a stupid idea. He was sorry for coming. ”I shouldn’t have… I’ll go.” Somewhere. There weren’t really any other inns, but he had camped out plenty of times. Cruxvar might be happy for the company.

Rian

    Rose to Opal
  • Black Widow
  • Played By: dergon

    Askavi Terreille
    75 Posts    1035 marks
Re: One More Shot [cw]
« Reply #13 on: September 22, 2018, 11:55:58 AM »

Rian glanced at Briar. Her defense unwanted, it seemed. She tried to not look at Maeve’s breasts before they were tucked away. She couldn’t not look, though, and she couldn’t blame Briar either. They were nice breasts. Maybe he wanted to. Talimar did. Rian did. Why not Briar too? They were all the same as the men who clogged the tends to watch her spin on ribbons.

Hands on Maeve. Briar’s not Rian’s. She couldn’t bring herself to squeeze between them even though she wanted to. Too afraid of Briar, of touching him, and too worried about seeming possessive of what wasn’t hers. Neither of them, though she felt suddenly horribly jealous of both. Maeve grinning at Briar and Briar spinning shields over her like he had rights. It left her as dizzy as the kiss.

”She’s not.” Rian sputtered when they were alone. ”My girlfriend, or anything.” She was cute, though. There was no denying that. Too distracted to mind his setting her wing to rights. It was too hard to focus on him. Rian was too... needy. And Briar was big and warm and... dangerous. And Briar. He didn’t need that from her too. Or want it.

”That’s fine. There are plenty of rooms.” She’d give him a big one, in case he wanted to share with someone this time. They’d met now, and Maeve had a pull that a person just couldn’t resist, Rian knew. She sagged beneath his cloak. Confusion and guilt drowning anything else she might have felt or been feeling. All the desire she’d been suffering from seeping out of her toes.

”Don’t mention any of that to Tali, please.” Rian muttered as they lingered in the door. Briar looking at the bar as if he might go for a drink rather than a room. She shifted the basket to her hip and turned to look at him. He hadn’t come in. Wet when she was dry. Not just from his cloak, but because he’d been shielding her too. ”Well?” She prodded, and got not at all the answer she had been expecting.

The basket vanished so she could peel his cloak off her.

”Fine. The circus is that way,” she pointed with his cloak before stuffing it at him. ”You still have to give her time to put Peeper to bed though.” Nice meeting you indeed. Why had he even come at all? Rian wished he hadn’t, then she could have had Maeve and not had to move aside for yet another man. It was worse. Worse than knowing she was slipping behind her brother’s back to have a try with his fling, and she didn’t know why.

”Sorry, I can’t say which wagon is hers.” Rian had never been. She’d gone for a couple shows in the big tent and that was it. Trying to keep distance between yet another person she shouldn’t have been wanting. Calling the basket back, Rian stomped off to the kitchen to hang up the sheets. She hated the lot of them.

But she hated herself more.
Mother Night what was wrong with her?

Briar

    Blood Opal to Red
  • Black Widow Warlord Prince
  • Played By: Jones

    Askavi Territory Court First Circle Escort
    Askavi Terreille
    59 Posts    550 marks
Re: One More Shot [cw]
« Reply #14 on: September 22, 2018, 12:57:40 PM »

”Doesn’t mean you’ll be able to sleep with me in one of them.” Briar whispered into the fabric of his shirt, light blue turned transparent by the rain. Until the shades of his skin and the artwork that trailed over them showed through. He had crushed the air from her lungs last time they had been in the same room. And they hadn’t really spoken since. This seemed an unfair way to break the silence. Ruining her good time by existing again.

That was what he was best at though. Bad timing and bullying.

Face turning down at the hint of worry in her voice he narrowed his eyebrows. ”I wouldn’t. Even if he were speaking to me.” Another almost friend lost. Briar didn’t blame Tali an ounce. If he had a sister he would have been upset that someone hurt her too. How much Tali knew he wasn’t sure. So he hadn’t wanted to tell the other male anything that might embarrass or upset Rian more. A balance he couldn’t keep, and it had ended in blows. Two unsatisfying endings. Maybe he was best at those too. Determined not to pout Briar focused on the fact that he’d gone without friends most of his life; long enough to know how to survive without needing people.

Mind made up to spare them further he took the cloak thrust at him with deeper scowling. Pieces falling into place with every word. Circus girl. The one Tali had been seeing then. He wasn’t that out of the loop. That explained why she was worried her brother would find out. Not that she’d been necking with another woman, but necking with a woman Tali had been fucking. Briar licked his lips. The only dry part of him. A pool forming at his feet as he driped on the floor. ”That’s not… I’m not going to find your ‘friend’! Especially not if she’s Talimar’s ‘friend’ too.” He hissed in a whisper that carried despite his attempts to be discrete.

He didn’t even know the girl’s name! Sure she was tempting, but he was… afraid. No. Just nervous. They were strangers. And she had a glint in her eye that made him uneasy. ”I can’t just…” Briar caught his lip between his teeth. The inside of his cheek too. Biting back the words literally. It didn’t matter.

He’d ruined that witch’s good time anyway. She might be as upset about it as Rian. Who turned her back on him and walked away. Every step heavy he followed when he shouldn’t have. Waiting for the half privacy of the kitchen to get his last words in. ”Sorry I spoiled your afternoon.” And her life. ”I’m sorry for the eyrie too. That’s not the way I’d pick you to remember me if I had a choice. Take care of yourself, Rian.”

Maybe there wasn’t any place left for him in Askavi. He inhaled, imagining he could pick out Rian’s scent through the spices and roasting meats of the kitchen. Without naked women in his face it was harder to forget why he had come in the first place. Taking up another doorway he followed the grain of the wood with his hand. Ebenar was bad enough on his own. A jarring reminder of things he didn’t need reminding of. The nosy witchling he’d brought in tow hadn’t helped at all. With her curious fingers on his arm, licking his barriers… he shivered. At the memory and the cold. If he left now he might find the hunting camp before dark.

”If you like that girl, you should tell her. You’ll regret it otherwise.” He said before backing through the doorway again. Slicking back his hair and trying not to look as disgusted with himself as he felt.
 

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