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When she wakes up Eli can already feel the heat in her skin, the way it crawls through her, leaves her feeling strange and light headed. A fever, it must be, and she supposes that maybe Cassandra was right, maybe she should have worn her boots more when they were in Crestwood, just like she knows she's going to get a disappointed face for it. But. She can still do things, she's sure. There's paperwork to do, things to plan and she makes herself crawl out of bed, only to find herself swaying on her feet, gasping softly as the world spins and shit. There's no way she can work today she realises.

Josie is understanding at least, return Eli's note with her own stern command to leave everything to her advisors, that she's earned a rest and then some. And so Eli crawls back into bed, leaving the balcony windows open for fresh air. For cold air, to try and cool the fire in her skin, the ache in her and as she tosses and turns, naked under silk sheets realisation starts to creep in. She's no idiot, she's had the talks from her hahren, and from her sister but.... the time had come and past when most got their heats and nothing had ever come. Not until now and Eliana shudders against her sheets feeling the first signs of wetness, of want between her thighs.

It gets worse. The heat in her just builds and builds, and clothes, sheets they all become agonising on her skin. There's a stain of wetness on her bed, from where she tosses and turns and she shouldn't touch. She knows she shouldn't but it aches, it hurts, more than she's ever felt and maybe. Maybe if she can just make herself come it'll get easier. It'll get better and her hand slips between her slick thighs to touch herself, her folds slick and ready and the brush of her fingers over her swollen clit makes her need spike, makes a cry escape her and Eli shudders, her free hand clenching in the sheets as she starts to fuck herself with her fingers, feeling how eagerly her cunt clenches around them, body seeking, needing more.