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[ It's late-- Well past the sun setting on the horizon, and those in Haven are (presumably) asleep. Assumptions should show that this is the perfect time to infiltrate the gates, but being heedless of possible guards and night owls are what cause Ellana's footsteps to remain silent and slow. ]

[ Many days have passed since she's left her people back home. Ever since the loss of a fellow clan member, a certain someone whom she had grown up with, there was absolutely no negotiation in Ellana being the one to go after her. Through the devastation of the Conclave, the loss of their beloved Keeper, Eliana had managed to get caught in the crossfires somehow. It was only to be expected-- Liaran was her older brother after all. With Ellana having been the Keeper's Second, she had to stay behind with the others. In the midst of all the bloodshed, it hadn't taken long to discover that their leader had come to his demise... Yet Eliana was nowhere to be found. ]

[ Months had passed, and so had demanding letters that had gone unanswered. When the elders began talking of making funeral arrangements, Ellana had had enough. Without batting an eyelash, she left their village. Fast. ]

[ Eliana is all she has left. While the terms of their relationship bore no title and murky waters, Ellana never lost a shred of love for her. They had grown up together, nevermind the strong bond she held with her brother. It only makes sense that, in his absence, she be responsible for his beloved sister. Once Ellana passes through the gates of Haven, her footsteps become determined, hard, the staff at her back already glowing a mad and sharp blue. Tiny sparks of electricity crackle and echo through the halls until they make way to the War Council. She will start from the top and work her way down, prepared for disaster in the name of her best friend and her late leader. ]

[ Her foot kicks at the door, busting it open. Ellana reaches back for her staff with a burning intensity in her eyes. ]

Alright, my well of patience has run dry and I prefer to make this fast.

WHERE IS SHE?!

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[She had never asked for this. Eliana had only ever wanted an adventure, a chance for a tale and she had begged them all to let her go with Liaran. Begged and when the Keeper had finally cracked and allowed it there was little Darina could do to stop her sister. Eliana had always been stubborn in her own ways, had always been able to charm her way into getting what she wanted and surely, with Liaran she would be safe. Her brother would never let anything happen to her.

And he hadn't, in a way.

The weight of Liaran's death weighs heavy on her shoulders all the same, as troublesome as the mark that sits in her hand. Both keep her up and night and it's out of that she doesn't mind these late night war table meetings. She doesn't understand much she knows but her knowledge is growing in all things, shem politics and warfare becoming easier to understand and really. Cassandra and Cullen can handle much of that, while Josephine and Leliana handle the rest. Her purpose it seems, is just for another voice, or to be kept aware of all their plans.

But night time stretches out, bringing tiredness with it. For all her restless sleep she still does need it and she feels her exhaustion creeping up her spine, making her eyes start to close as she half heartedly nods along to whatever Josephine is saying. Something about some nobles, names she never even heard before all this.

The bang of the door being kicked open has them all alert though, Eliana finding herself being pushed back as Cass and Cullen both draw their swords, ready to protect the Herald. But the voice is familiar and Eli straightens up, eyes wide with surprise as she tries to get back past Leliana.]

Ella? [A huff and she shakes her head at Leliana, silently telling her to stand down as she moves forward] No- Cassandra, Cullen, it's fine, please, don't. She. She's a friend.

[And then some she supposes, but right now her focus is getting around her guards to see her friend properly]

[ Her blood is boiling, coursing through her veins which seemingly makes the voltage within the orb of her staff pulse heavier and thicker. There's a fire in her eyes, a sense of determination to find her long lost friend and love. Nothing will stop her, consequences be damned. And it takes a moment for her to realize that there is nothing but peaceful conversation going on behind the door she breaks into. ]

[ The sound of swords being drawn prepares her for battle, but nothing prepares her for the vision of a seemingly fine Eliana behind those who protect her. ]

[ Her brows her furrowed, but they ease up the instant her gaze meets with the other elf. Suddenly, those around her are invisible, if only for a moment. Once it comes to her attention that this was a meeting of sorts and hardly a torture session? Ellana draws back, lowering her staff and dimming the light purging from it. ]

Ah--

[ She takes a step back, forcing a smile. This is embarrassing. ]

I had expected something more...

[ Ellana laughs. ]

There is a lot less torture and death behind this door than I had anticipated. Imagine that.

[Another quiet word has Cassandra and Cullen both sheathing their swords, stepping back though their gazes stay on this newcomer, wary and mistrustful. She certainly has made an entrance but eli can't bring herself to care about that not now with a familiar face, a person she loves, a bit of home in front of her.

There are questions to be asked though, and Eli can't hide the shake in her voice when she speaks]

El...Ella? What are you. [her hip bumps the table as she rounds it but Eli can't bring herself to care despite her wince] Why are you here?

[She doesn't really care about the answer to that though, that much obvious as she surges forward. She practically throws herself into her friend's arms, her own hug tight as she presses her face to her shoulder, mindless of the others in the room]

Creators. I-I've missed you. I've missed you all so much. [and then catches what she's said, Eli's snort soft as she lifts her head to meet her gaze] Torture? Ella, that's, did you really think that? That's ridiculous.

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[ Suddenly, the more Eliana speaks, the less she thinks about the pure embarrassment that she has made of herself. ]

We've been worried sick. We lost you, why else would I have--

[ Never mind that. It doesn't matter anymore. When everything starts to catch up with her, the loss of Liaran and so many others, nothing else going on around them seems to matter anymore. Ellana feels a rush of relief, but a thirst for touch to seal what seems like a reverie. She drops her staff, bolting for her with arms wide and eyes glassy. ]

Thank the Creators you're in one piece.

[ Ellana holds her tightly, one arm firmly around her middle while the other snakes around her back and takes a palm to her hair. There's an instant rush of tears, her face burning hot and her throat stuck shut. ]

Shit, Eliana.

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[oh gods. Gods she hadn't realized how much she missed her, missed their clan. Liaran has always been on her mind but the rest of them... She couldn't let herself dwell on them, on home because it would just make it harder. She couldn't go home after all, had a duty to do here and she was strong enough to see it through.

But Creators, when Ella's grip on her tightens she can feel something in her break. Her tears pull at all the grief Eli's tried so hard to bury and she shudders, hiding her face against Ella's shoulder again as a soft noise escapes her, just before the tears.]

I'm okay, I promise, I am.

[she's crying now yes, but that's ok. It's okay but she grips a little tighter at Ella, shoulders shaking and behind them her advisors seem surprised. Small wonder really, because as small as Eli is, as young as she is she's kept all this buried, not trusting anyone enough to let herself be seen like this.

But Ella. Ella is home and heart, and Ella knows the pain she feels. Ella is safety and she lets herself crack, even as she hides her face against her shoulder.]</SMALL Gods, Ella.

[ Ever since the loss of their Keeper, of her friend, it's been nothing but chaos. Given that Ellana had been second up for leadership, she was instantly brought on with the weight of their clan, to make tough decisions and take leadership in Liaran's absence. And it's hardly been an easy feat, especially with Eliana missing and presumed dead or worse. Only when word of this "Herald of Andraste" did she start to feel somewhat at ease, but who was she to know for sure that it guaranteed her safety? The Dalish are frowned upon, hated and enslaved, and it was only natural of her and the rest to presume this was Eliana's fate if she were alive. ]

[ But that all melts away, just at the sound of her voice and the feeling of her solid form in her arms. Months had gone by of Ellana merely dreaming of a mundane quality such as the smell of her hair. And so many of those months where she had maintained this stern leadership-like behavior have made her cold and stiff. Yet she melts at the sight of her beloved. Awkward past aside, that love never left, and it shows. ]

It's alright. It's alright now, I'm here, Eli. I'm here and we won't get separated again.

[ Eliana's advisers? Long forgotten. If only until she pulls back to grab either side of Eliana's face to gently kiss her forehead, thumbs massaging affectionately at her temples. ]

[ She breaks off a moment, eyes meeting with a rather confused Cullen first, and Ellana wears an awkward smile yet again. Looking back at Eliana, she speaks. ]

I've a feeling I barged in on something important. Is there... A way we can continue this elsewhere? We need to talk.

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[It's almost as if no time has passed at all. Ella still feels as she always did, lean and lanky, just those few inches taller than Eli that makes it so easy for her to hide her face against the other girl's neck. She still smells the same, the smell of thunderstorms that seems etched into her skin, the remements of her favoured magic and Eli laughs through her tears, a burbly sort of sound.]

I know. I know, I know, but Gods, Ella... Gods...

[Letting Ella draw her head back she finds her eyes close as her brow is kissed, the touch comfortable, an intimacy she hasn't allowed herself in many months. There had just been too much going on, too much lost and so much uncertainty in who to trust. Not like it was back with the Clan, and she finds herself sighing, tears coming to a stop as Ellana massages her temples.

Though. Right. Her advisors. Shit. Eli can feel the blush on her cheeks even before she looks over her shoulder to them, to looks a mix of curiosity, wariness- a hint of hurt in Cullen's face she recognises and her heart, her gentle heart aches that little bit.]

I... We were... [It's Josephine that nods, clearing her throat politely. "Go on Herald. It was time we all finished anyway. We can continue in the morning" and gods she loves Josie, relief flooding through her.

She doesn't hesitate to move, almost as if she's afraid she'll get called back and her hand fits so easily into Ella's hand, Eli only giving her a second to grab her staff again before she's tugging her down the Chantry's hall, to the main doors and back out into the crisp night air. At night, at least, they have some privacy, only a few guards out and about, even though light and laughter still spill from the little tavern, but Eli has other places to be tonight and she tugs Ella down the path to her own little quarters]

Come, this way. We'll go to my rooms, we can talk there. [She glances back at her, and even with tear streaked cheeks Eli can't help her smile from forming, the pure joy and relief she has at seeing a familiar face, at someone she loves] I... we have a lot to talk about.

[ There's immediate relief in the offer of going somewhere more private, given that the feeling of being watched isn't exactly preferable. With a grateful smile and nod of her head, El takes one last look at the others before Eli drags her away by the hand. ]

Many thanks.

[ She waves with her free hand, after propping her staff onto her back. Ellana holds onto Eliana tightly, taking in that feeling solidifying that she's alive and very much real. Once they make it to her quarters, it's simple to find further comfort. ]

Let me have a look at you.

[ Ellana takes both Eliana's hands, holding them firmly and ushering her arms out to the side. She looks at her, checks everything for signs of injury or illness. It's just her way, considering she had expected her to be in far worse shape than she had found her. ]

Gods, what happened?

There are... Rumors. About you. That Andraste had called upon you in the wake of the Conclave.

Is this true?

[Her quarters are small, to some standards, but to a Dalish elf, someone used to sharing all her space, to sleeping tucked amongst her family, the space is painfully big. She stands it because she spends so little time in it, and because of that, the room doesn't looked lived in at all, besides the messy bed and her bow against the wall, the scattered papers of reports and other such things piled on a desk. It's just a room, it's not home, and it's clear of that in a glance.

Not that she spends much time looking at it as Ella pulls her around, looks her over and Eli feels a smile forming again, a sad sort but her relief is clear. She lets her fuss simply because it's been so long since she's felt like she can let someone do that]

I meant it, I really am okay. [Well aside from a few bruises and cuts here and there, but she got those often enough before all of this.

As for what had happened... well. That's a question and a half and Eli glances down, to the green mark in her hand, her answer honest as it always is, though this time she lets her fear be heard]

I don't remember anything El... I remember... being on the road with Liaran, I remember that we reached the Temple and then... nothing. Not until I woke back up here, with this [she wiggles her hand in case Ella somehow misses what she means] and then everything else, is what they've told me.

[She frowns, her snort soft]

It seems a little ridiculous, doesn't it. That Andraste would chose an elf, a Dalish elf, to be her Herald. [Another soft sound] There are a lot of ridiculous things about all of this though.

[ El gets a good look at the place, knowing right away that this is absolutely a temporary space. But that's not her main focus, and her eyes only barely leave Eli's for a few moments before they're right back on her. She listens, intently even, at least relieved that nothing in Eli's description brings about notions of torture or mistreatment. ]

I... Would be a liar if I said I've heard of stranger things.

[ Her hands slide down Eli's arms, grasping her hands where she takes the one bearing the mark to take a good look. ]

The irony of Andraste choosing a Dalish elf is not lost on me. I would say that gods work in strange ways but... Never like this.

[ But never mind that. Andraste's blessing or not, Eliana is safe and alive. Whatever thoughts about the looming dangers that large hole in the sky holds, they're set in the back of her mind. It's been a long, stressful journey, and it shows in Ellana's face. ]

Either way, thank the Creators that you've still ownership of all your limbs and your pulse.

[ Her hands take to Eliana's face again, cupping each cheek as she sighs with relief. Ellana's eyes are glassy, red, the threat of tears ever present. She knows that Eliana's gotten word of her brother's death-- Whether it be from direct sight at the Conclave or the many messages that she hopes have at least been seen-- She saw it in Eliana's features the instant she broke through that door. Both of them have always been strong in handling emotion, in maintaining responsibility. In their adulthood, both have learned the importance of staying strong for those who depend on you. Ever since Ellana had taken the responsibility of working beside their Keeper, she'd learned that maintaining a strong sense of ownership came with their clan relying on her. ]

[ As such, she's hardly shed a tear since her return from the Conclave. Without both of her beloved friends. One announced dead, the other missing. Now? There's absolutely no way to maintain that wall. Just gazing into Eliana's eyes opens the dam. Her eyes squint a moment, large tears squeezing through them when she blinks and lets out a soft, yet pained sound. ]

I've missed you--

[ A choked sob. ]

So much.

[ Ellana doesn't care or mind about their past, about their still-present complications. With tears flowing like a river from her eyes, she captures Eliana's lips in a desperate, yet passionate kiss. The hands at her face hold her in place, while her body molds against her with the desire to melt into her like snow on wet grass. ]

[She chooses to say nothing about waking up on cold stones, with shackles on her wrists. Of being faced with questions she cannot answer of each look initially being one of mistrust. Even after she closed the first rift, made the steps to try and fix this, save them all, it's been a fight to get where she is. She's lucky to have the companions she's amassed, but other alliances are harder to win, filled with politics she doesn't understand.

Daily she wonders what it would be like if Liaran was here. He would handle this better she's sure, it's what he's been learning to do since she herself was just an infant. Even Ellana would have a better grasp of it, as brash and hot headed as she can sometimes be. Eli was only ever a hunter, happy to be just that]

I don't understand it at all.

[She studies El as she studies her hand, seeing the exhaustion in her friend's face. The worry that's still there, and she wishes she could smooth the lines of her frown away. But her shields have been stripped down in a second with her arrival, and unlike her companions here... El will know if she lies. She can't pretend like everything's fine, that she's okay, really, because El knows her.

The touch to her cheeks make her shiver, cheeks warming as she meets her gaze again. A lot can be said in a gaze she knows, and in truth Eli can read El's face as well as she can. She can see the relief in her eyes, shining with tears. The way she feels, she understands her grief without even having to mention it. She still remembers going back up that mountain, seeing the corpses there with their features burnt away to leave only charred skeletons with the stench of burnt flesh. One of them could be Liaran, but she would never know which. Never be able to bury his body as it should be buried and she shudders again, her inhale sounding wet from the tears she holds back now]

El...

[She never gets a chance to continue and in truth she's not surprised that Ellana kisses her. It's a kiss of relief, or joy that she's fine she knows, a kiss that with their history means so much. And Eli knows she never stopped loving Ella, and the kiss feels right. One of the few things that's felt right in so long and she finds herself reaching up, sliding arms over El's shoulders to pull her closer as she surges into the kiss. Her lips are easily coaxed into parting for the other girl as she shudders again, her whine soft if desperate sounding, her fingers pressing into the back of her neck and she won't break this for anything]

[ In truth, Ellana finds almost a sense of comfort in knowing that she had been one of the few to see the remains of their beloved Liaran. With her stance in authority, with those relying on her in his absence, it had been her to identify the body. It had been her to start ritual in his burial, though only so much closure could come from what little had been left of him. It was a burial not fit for someone such as himself, and certainly not for anyone. So much more fear came from not finding a body matching Eliana's description, the mystery as to whether or not she was still alive loomed in the back of her mind for so long. To be able to touch her, smell her, taste her again... It's finding her sanity when she so desperately clung onto what little remained. ]

[ All of this... Walking in Liaran's footsteps, maintaining balance and serenity within the clan as they all mourn and worry for what little is left... It's too much on Ellana's shoulders. She knew those surrounding her would depend on her someday, but she had some sort of strange, almost childish belief that Liaran would always be there. It went the same for Eli... With her almost practically an only child, Liaran and Eliana were her heart and soul. Losing one meant losing a limb, losing both meant losing herself entirely. To be relied on as leader amidst all this? It's taken an obvious toll on her. ]

[ But Eliana returns the gesture, and it somehow revitalizes her energy and soul. There's a hole in her chest that begins to fill, though the one Liaran left would remain open to fester. Eliana has always been, and will always be, her rock and pilar. No matter how much she loves their clan, Eliana has always been her true love and home. Miles away from their settlement, she feels as if she is wrapped in her favorite blanket when those arms entangle her and trap her close. ]

Mm-

[ Through choked sobs and wet cheeks, El deepens that kiss, her hands eventually meeting with the small of Eli's back, ushering her backwards in a sort of dip. Tongue and teeth clash, eyes tightly shut to the rest of the world where only she and Eli exist now. Her heart soars and her skin prickles with heat, tears hot and leaving cold and wet trails in their wake. ]

[Her grief is pushed down, buried again as Eli lets herself go into the kiss. Later she'll let herself feel, let herself cry- for once, for all the tears she's been holding back, later. Right now Ella is warm against her, as lean as she always remembers and she's never really forgotten how their bodies fit together. How right it feels to kiss her, to press her hips against hers as Ella dips her back. It's been- well, only months really, but years between them and Eli always was naturally a person who wanted to be touched. To have someone, to share her love for them in the most intimate ways. But here, in Haven, surrounded by humans she's held herself back, to wary of what people might think or say.

But in this room, there's no one to see. No one to judge and so she lets herself go, lets herself moan, softly into El's mouth. Already she can feel her pulse jumping, a warmth spreading through her and her tongue twists against El's tip tracing the roof of her mouth before Eli finds herself needing to break the kiss for air, her breaths akin to panting as she presses her brow against her friend's]

Fenedhis, El, I've missed you so much...

[The way she says it it's clear she's not just talking about from when she left the clan to go on this stupid adventure. She means the years before that, from when they decided it wouldn't work, and she means it. She's missed her so much, missed her kisses and her love and she shivers, lashes fluttering against El's cheek as she closes her eyes]

[ Ellana has let herself get caught up in a passion that she hasn't rightly experienced from anyone else in years. With the emotional whiplash that is not knowing whether or not her soulmate is alive and the loss of their leader, it's... Taken an interesting toll on her. Days have gone by without food, sleep... It's so easy to forget about why things hadn't worked out when the one you've been so certain is dead or hurt is right here, perfectly safe. ]

[ Neither of them were cut out for relationships... With Eli's deep and vast well of love and devotion she feels for so many, and El's lack of... Well, focus, had been the undoing of their relationship. But that was so long ago, and they were so young. So much has changed since El had received her vallaslin, since she became the Keeper's Second. ]

[ But she stopped thinking about all of that the instant Eliana had gone missing, and even more so when she found her. There's a desperate, shaken gasp for breath when their lips finally part, leaving both trembling against one another like leaves in a powerful windstorm. Their actions led them both to a wall for leverage and balance, both of El's arms trapping Eli against the cold, stone surface while her hot breath gently caresses damp lips. For a moment, there's silence, just the sound of trembling panting in an empty room. ]

[ El knows what her beloved is implying-- Those words go far deeper than their mutual absence after the Conclave. It has her heart swelling and throbbing, her chest aching and her stomach fluttering. She can't help the smile at that, the weak little chuckle that follows. Still, her eyes are shut, taking in the sensation of their warm brows glued together. ]

I've always said there's an invisible binding here... I have never been able to quit you, and you being so far away...

[ Ellana sighs again, a desperate moan falling shortly behind. Her hand takes to Eliana's side, gently dragging down her hip and thigh, fingers leading to the other to slip between. ]

Eli, you're my other half. My heart. Such a ridiculous distance felt as though I was ripped in two.

[ That hand deftly slides upward, cupping her mound, hungry to feel its warmth. ]

So much pain... You felt it too, didn't you?

[Ella's appearence offers her something she hasn't had for so long. It's familiar, a touch of her old life, something she could even call normal. It's no wonder that she reaches for it, clings to it. It's a chance to drop the mantle of Herald they've put on her shoulders, to be Eliana again, 19 and scared of everything that is happening. 19 and young, she doubts they know how young and she shudders, nuzzling slightly at El's cheek]

I know. [She laughs softly, a gentle sound as she leans back against the wall. El's arms trap her there yes, but she hasn't felt safer than she does right now in a long time. It's a sad sound and Ella always did have a flair for the dramatics, much more than Eli ever did, always happy to follow along with the older girl's plans no matter what trouble it got them in. Ella is in many ways a soulmate to her, her bestfriend and her first true love, binds that can never be broken]

Oh Ella... [She means to stay more but the words fall short as her breath stutters at Ella's touch. It's been so long and a part of her knows they're rushing again, that they should be slower but she needs to be touched. To be cared for, to be loved and she knows Ella feels that for her. Knows that with Ella she can anchor herself a little better and her hips arch again as the touch drops lower and she gasps softly, lashes fluttering again as instinct has her pressing down against the offered hand, pants thin enough that Ella can surely feel her warmth]

I have, I did... Ar lath ma, Ella, I always have.

[ That desperate cling to nostalgia goes both ways. With much of Ellana's childish tendencies out the window in trade for her adulthood and leadership, the days of old have never left her mind. Eliana's always been associated with that. So much regret still lingers within her for things having failed between them, but their love never died. Not even for a second. ]

[ El always did have a love for dramatics, for a sight of the world in the color of roses. It was her way, it was her love for romance and drama. Though she had left much of it behind for her duties, that love for description never left her. But in that love for romance, none could truly give or shove love and passion more than Eliana... Perhaps that's why it was so easy to fall for her, because she provided what no one else could. ]

[ Ellana shivers at those three words, spoken in a shaken breath yet so strong in its delivery. Eliana's beautiful voice seems to echo only in that proclamation, and it has her nearly melting into a puddle at her feet. She moans again, desperate to feel that love she never felt from anyone else but her. ]

Oh--

[ She hisses, her nose brushing along the curve of Eliana's neck. Her hand seems to paint a picture of her desperation, of how easily a nerve has been struck when the other joins it and begins quickly fumbling with the clasp of her pants. ]

Sathan, say that again.

[ Ellana begins devouring her neck, teeth and tongue tasting every corner it can reach. She suckles down on Eliana's fair skin, keen to make a mark. Once the clasp of her pants has successfully been undone, a hand slips inside, fingers quick in sliding past her folds to assault that delicious bundle of nerves through wet flesh. ]

Ar lath ma.

[She's quick to obey as soon as El asks. Always was and just hearing how her confession wrecks her lover wrecks Eli a little more. 3 simple words, words Eli means with all her heart and it's El's soft hiss against her throat that has her moaning softly, lifting her chin so she can bare her throat for the other girl. It's been years but it's easy to fall into the pattern again and Eli needs it. Needs this.]

Ar lath ma.

[It's a gasp this time as Ellana's teeth find her skin, tugging at the skin. It's easy to bruise her fair skin, easy to mark and easy to make her flush and Eli whines softly, shifting her legs apart. She needs more, wants more and she's glad that El still seems eager to rush and get to the point, Eli lifting her hips as soon as her pants are undone. Softly she hisses at the touch and she could blame it on how long she's been chaste but Eli's always been quick to arouse and El knows that, knows Eli's body as if it's her own.

And so she rocks her hips against her hand, gasping and grinding against her hand when Ellana finds her clit. She can feel how warm her cheeks are, knows how easy she's being but she can't bring herself to care as she works herself against Ella's fingers, throat still bared for her marks even though she knows they'll bring questions tomorrow. Tomorrow is later, and later is unimportant and Eliana moans again, panting again]

Ar lath ma, El, please... sathan, lemme... lemme, please? [Funny, how she gets shy here. Always has, but she gasps, making herself look up and meet her lover's gaze, uncertain if she wants more for the girl to give into her request or make her wait for more. Either way, as long as it's Ella]

[ The fulfillment of her request seems to easily be Ellana's undoing. Once, then twice she says it, and Ellana's entire core begins to burn with a fire she rightly hasn't felt in years. As her teeth pull back from her neck, they move to Eli's ear, a throaty moan following at those words gracing her senses yet again. To hear such words of passion and love fills more within her than she could ever anticipate. Slender yet skilled fingers trap Eliana's clit between them, rock seamlessly in a wet friction when she feels it harden at her touch. It's been so, so long since she's been able to experience this side of Eliana, and somehow relief makes it all the more enticing. ]

Gods, I love you too. So much.

[ In the midst of working her sex, Ellana hears that desperation from her, a begging request to move things along or give her her own leverage. Of course. Far be it for Ellana to deny that, especially now. ]

[ Ellana drags her tongue along the shell of her beloved's ear, hot breath coating wetness before she breaks away to meet her gaze. And it's then that she's locked in those beautiful eyes she's never been able to truly get lost in since before they had broken things off. El hums thoughtfully, forehead pressed against her own briefly before pulling away. Slowly, she removes her hand, holding it between them for both to see. ]

[ In the middle of their passionate reunion, it's hard not to retain that devious nature she so missed sharing with Eliana. El parts her fingers, thick wetness creating a thin veil connecting them. Gods, she's so wet already, and El can feel it likely the same for herself. Gaze still locked with Eli's own, Ellana devours the wetness coating her fingers, both slipping deep in her mouth as she hums delightfully. Just as sweet as she had been years before. ]

[ Grasping both sides of her face again, Ellana takes Eliana's lips in a passionate, yet short-lived kiss, her hips crushing against hers in a brief moment. El breaks off, yet keeps their lips just barely touching. ]

Tell me what you want.

[She's a wreck and it feels as if they've only really just gotten through the door. Like they've only just been reunited and a gasp of a laugh escapes her at that thought. At the thought of El not having even enough control to wait until now, those few precious minutes it had taken to get back to her rooms. Of what her advisors would have done if El had pinned her to the war table and done this.

A thought though, for later, but the thought and her laugh escapes her when El's teeth find her lobe, her whine high as her body arches. Heat floods her and she can feel how slick she is between her thighs, how tense her muscles feel like already. Between the bite and the fingers trapping her clit, pulling and pressing against it she can't even think. Just feel, just moan, her fingers scrabbling at El's shoulders for a grip]

Fenedhis, Ella, El, sathan.

[She knows she's begging, knows how desperate she sounds but El pulls back and Eli whimpers, almost feeling as if she could cry. Her clit is throbbing for more of her touch, her body wanting to feel those fingers push inside her, fuck her till she screams but she can't look away as El lifts her fingers, so obviously slick with her want and she whimpers again, shivering]

Please...

[She whines again as she sucks on her fingers, her mouth dry and something between her hips clenches. A touch now could make her come in seconds and she aches for it, hips moving uselessly against the air as she wets her lips. She still can't look away, breathing more like shuddering gasps as El so diligently cleans her fingers, not even leaving a single smear of her own slickness to taste] El, please.

[She surges forward before she can even kiss her mouth and Eli's tongue slips out, tracing the seam of El's lips, desperate for a taste. To tangle her tongue with her lovers and let El swallow all her cries as she jerks her hips against hers, seeking friction and being denied. Just like she is when she tries to kiss her again and Eli whines, frustration lacing through her]

I want... I want you [Her cheeks burn at that, gaze flicking away as her words tumble out of her.] I want to... to come, to be fucked, just, please, please don't, don't make me wait.

[ How could she forget this? How Eliana becomes mush beneath her fingers, how words become so difficult and she so desperately begs with that delightful voice of hers? It's the star of her dreams every night, especially the nights where she had been so convinced Eliana was long gone and with the Creators. Dreams of making love, of telling her everything she never got the chance to tell her. Her begging sparks goosepimples across every little exposed bit of flesh-- Little there may be with all of her armor still on. ]

[ Ellana smiles, grins even at the stuttering attempts at making a request. Hearing such harsh language coming from those sweet lips never ceases to please her, and even more so now with the many years between their last passionate affair. ]

I'm in no place to deny you, especially with such bold demands.

[ She's breathless, shaken still, emotions still tugging at her composure. Though she feels more herself in such a position, with Eliana begging for more. El grabs her by the hips, firmly holding on as she ushers her to the bed and quickly pushes her upon it. Quickly, she works at her robes, throwing off whatever she can as she mentally goes over how thoroughly she'll fuck her with her hands-- ]

[ Those hands, of which, ghost over a pouch she had forgotten about since leaving. It steals a laugh from her, a shake of her head as she pulls a phallic-shaped item from its confines, tangled in a harness-like set of straps. She'd completely forgotten about the funny remark she had made to herself as she packed away her things... Of how she would so happily fuck Eliana senseless for making her worry upon finding her. ]

Completely forgot about this thing. Imagine that.

[ Nevermind funny banter, though. Ellana quickly throws off the remainder of her clothing, leaving her in nothing more than her undergarments: a thin pair of shorts, her small, almost nonexistent breasts free to breathe. And El wastes no time strapping herself in preparation. ]

[Memory reminds her what that smirk means for her, what it promises and Eli shivers again, feeling herself clench on instinct. It promises pleasure, but it promises to test her limited patience. In sex El's always been able to show some more control, a trait Eli finds herself almost envious of again as she wets her lips before biting them]

Y-Yes?

[Relief, of sorts, that Ellana seems to be more eager to give her what she wants with waiting to much. She hopes and she moves quickly on graceful feet as Ella tugs her around, eyes bright and wide as she she's pushed down and Eli is quick to start shedding her own clothes, stripping off her coat before she tries to get started on her boots. A task made harder with Ella stripping in front of her, her attention easily caught]

What?

[It takes a moment to recognise what El has in her hands and when she does Eliana flushes darker, feeling her breathing catch. She had been expecting hands and tongues, both fine things, both things she knows Ella is skilled in. But to have her dick too...

If she was an Andrastian she'd think she'd thank the Maker here.

Instead she tries to play off the way she lights up, biting her lip to keep her whine in.]

You brought that with you? Creators, Ella, what were you even planning?

[What was she thinking, she almost ask but that seems like a dangerous question and Eliana's cheeks are a permanent red now as she tugs her tunic up and off, leaving her in her pants and her breast band, the knot of which she fumbles with when she looks up and sees El strapping herself in. It makes her mouth dry again, to see El like that, her cock jutting from her legs, her body lean and firm, more so that Eli's own slight frame is.

She's gorgeous and stripping is a secondary thought as she studies her with eyes, her voice full of want] Ella...

[ There's a gentle breeze that so beautifully meets her now-exposed flesh. Her nipples harden both at the brief chill and the promise of whats to come. She licks her lips as she watches Eliana strip what remains on her body, clothes carelessly dropping to the floor and piling on top of one another in a beautiful, disaster of a mountain. ]

[ Ellana stands back, one hand at her lips while the other grasps the thick, firm cock strapped to her waist. She chuckles at the question, fond of the ridiculous notion she had made for herself when she left. ]

I've been stressed, beloved. Somehow, leaving home with this under the expectation of fucking you senseless for worrying me when I find you? It made my feet feel lighter.

[ Because what better way to deal with serious times than with a funny joke? Although, it's not so much of a joke now, considering it's to be done, is it? ]

[ Ellana strokes her sensationless need, lifeless in its existence, yet only in technicality. No, El feels plenty as her palm meets the tip of the phallic length, hissing once more as she grasps it tightly and wriggles her fingers which begin to glow with an amber light. A bit of a magic spark heats the length, warming it just right for what's to come. El bites the tip of her finger as she takes a step forward, eventually crawling over Eliana with anticipation. ]

Even leaders need to find humor in the most trying of times... Although, it's not so funny right now, is it?

[ Arching herself over her, El reaches back, forcing Eliana's legs to spread wide. She takes her length, grasping it firmly as she begins teasing the hot, hard tip at her folds, parting them before dragging it against her soaked flesh. ]

[ El then leans in, tongue dragging along the point of Eliana's ear before she whispers. ]

Say it again.

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[Thought catches up with her and Eli shoves her pants and smalls off, shivering as her slickness smears down her thighs. It's not the first time she's been turned on in the past few months, but it is the first time she's actually seeked to really do anything, that she's let herself make this need build. And it's almost embarrassing now, even if Ella has seen her like this before, bare and needy and she manages to get her breast band off as well, feeling none of the insecurity she might feel with another.

She knows she's leaner than a human woman, with small hips and small firm breasts. She's not built for the curves they seem to idealise, but Ella loves her. Ella's worshiped her body before and she shivers, knowing that she must be looking even as she scoots back a little on her small bed, a look of sadness flicking across her face]

El...

[Wordless she reaches up for her, swallowing as her gaze flicks down, sees the way she strokes her cock. It's been months and El's always favoured something on the thick side, an urge Eli is sure she's picked up from her and her countless whispers of how hot she looks filled with her cock. It makes her clench again, feeling her wetness grow and she swallows, dropping back against her pillows as El parts her legs]

Fenedhis- [She makes it hard to think after all, with how she slides against her clit, how she presses against her but doesn't quite give her what she wants and Eli whines. Arches up against her, fingers finding her shoulders again as her eyes close and El knows how sensitive she is around her ears, what this does to her and she whines]

Ar lath ma, Ellana! Ar lath ma, now please, please fuck me!

[ Gods the way her voice sounds crying out such sweet, short words. Ellana's shoulders shiver, fingers clenching hard around her cock one last time before aiming herself directly at Eli's entrance. She moans into her ear, exhaling heavily as her cock slides with ease into her cunt. ]

Ah... Vin--

[ It doesn't matter that she can't feel what surrounds her cock. The heat radiating through is enough, her own pussy dripping wet as equally wet sounds follow her cock sliding inside of her. Ellana wraps her arms around Eli, holding her tight as she wastes no time in pulling her hips back for a harsh, deep thrust. She hums into her, a throaty moan and grunt as she pulls and pushes in again and again. ]

Ar lath ma, Eliana... Gods...

[She stiffens, briefly at the initial stretch of her cunt around Ella's cock. It really has been so long, previous female lovers not being as interested and with the men well. Sex there had it's only concerns, and even though she wears Mythal's marks on her cheeks she was never in a hurry to take on that duty.

But Ella... she's always let Ella do whatever she wanted to her, let her own curiosity build up under the older girl's tutelage. She's done things with El that she's done with no else and while it aches, gods it aches to be full she bares it with a whine, fingers sinking into Ellana's bare shoulders again as her knees press against her hips.]

Sathan, Ella, I-I-...

[She whispers her words even as her voice cracks and then oh- she can feel Ellana pressed against her, her cock buried inside her like a perfect fit. She's dripping around it, eyes squeezed shut and her legs impulsively slide around El's waist, pulling her closer with every thrust as she arches into them, feeling her own pleasure build]

Yes! Fenedhis, Gods, yes El, yes I-I- harder, harder, please, sathan.

[ Eli's sounds are delicious, music to Ellana's ears and a further reminder of the actuality of her existence and safety. How much she's missed her... Words cannot express it. She holds onto her, tightly, body trembling as Eli's nails dig deep into her flesh. ]

[ El moans into her, lips hungrily covering whatever they can reach on Eli's neck. She reaches down, hand grasping at her ass and pushing her upward for a better angle. Ellana thrusts into her harder, fucking her with every last ounce of energy she can muster (and there's certainly plenty of it). And there's a good, long while that she gives Eli exactly what she wants, until her mouth begins to water. ]

Haaah, Creators, how I missed this.

[ Ellana pulls out, fast, propping herself up on her knees as she holds on to Eliana by her behind, ushering her legs over her shoulders so she can dive in and devour her. Her mouth engulfs itself with nothing but Eli's delicious, hot and wet pussy, tongue darting out and dragging along whatever it can reach. She hums into her, moans to provide an immediate vibration. Tasting her reminds her all the more of how she's truly here, how she's really alive and well. ]

[ While Ellana has always had a vast sexual appetite, none have compared to Eliana. Her taste, her sounds, her seemingly endless stamina. It was her that turned her on to women, that made the female form such a strong preference. But if she had to choose, Eli would be the one and only to receive her passions. ]

[Every thrust is perfect, hitting the spot inside her and reducing Eliana to wordless cries. She can't think, can barely remember how to breath as she clings to Ella, heels pressing against the small of her back, arms tight around her neck. Everything is perfect and she doesn't even think of hiding it, muffling her curses and cries, her begging and pleading. Even if the walls of her little home aren't that thick. Let whoever is still up hear her, let them wonder about it if they want. That isn't a concern to her right now.

She's not sure when she first comes but she does, with a sharp cry as Ellana pounds into her, stamina never failing her. There's a gush of fluids from her as she jerks, her scream only muffled with the way she presses her mouth to Ella's throat. She isn't sure even if the second is a separate one, or just a continuation, her nails raking lines over Ella's shoulders and she finds herself thrashing against the hold Ella has on her, pleasure overwhelming her]

Fuck-! Ella, El, please, I can- I can't, G-Gods, I-I, please!

[She's babbling she knows and El seems to listen as she pulls out with a slick wet sound that has Eli clenching, has her whining. It's a reprieve and it's also not, her clit throbbing and her cunt slick and swollen, overstimulated and still wanting and she arches completely off the bed at the first flick of Ellana's tongue, a scream half swallowed in her throat]

Ella! Fenedhis, pala, a av'in, fenedhis-

[Elvhen drips off her tongue like slickness drips from her cunt and she's almost mindless as she jerks against the hold. Against Ella's mouth and away when it becomes too much, but she's never able to escape it. Her heels press hard against her back and she squirms, and one hand finds itself tangled in El's short hair, the other in the sheets as Eli comes again, back arching like a strung bow]

[ El could melt in the sheets at this, pleased by the tremors that wrack through Eli's very core. Ah yes, she's still got it. After all these years, she can still make Eliana come multiple times with just seconds apart. She hums, satisfied as she suckles down on her clit and pulls. With a wet pop, the flesh leaves her teeth and lips, El's head veering back as a thick line of arousal still connects them as one. Ellana sighs with content, smiling like a demon as she laughs. ]

Eliana, surely you're aware the Creators can hear your foul mouth.

[ Ellana grins at her, gazes locked shortly after she watches with delight her cunt contracting as hot, thick arousal gushes down her taint. ]

Naughty.

[ El pulls her hand back, striking Eliana on her ass hard. ]

-care, I don't care, I don't.

[She gasps her words, hips still jerking in tiny spasms as El lifts her head, giving her a break. She needs it, even if she's pretty sure it's impossible to gather up the mush that is her mind. Impossible with the way her clit throbs in pleasure, cunt clenching and she feels empty in a way she hasn't for so long. An emptiness she notices and she shudders, lifting her hips on instinct]

Gods, Ella- F-fuck!

[She curses at the slap, yelping as she jerks up again. Pale skin flares red, and Eli can feel herself clench again, feel the way arousal trickles out of her and she finds herself holding her breath. Keeping her eyes locked on El's, stare wide and surprised and wanting as she waits to see what she'll do next. If she'll smack her again, under the skin stays red and she bites her lip, feeling arousal throb in her and gods she hopes she will]

[ El jolts at that profanity, a look of shock that only lasts a brief moment. It's quickly replaced by a look of amusement. Of course, she feels obligated at this point to strike her again, hand roughly slapping that same spot for a better, brighter shade of red. ]

Mmm, look at this.

[ Ellana licks her lips at the thick fluids that drip from her folds. She hums in content as she sets her back down on the bed, sliding down the edge to better meet that delicious arousal that coats her so sweetly. ]

On your knees. I'm not done giving it to you for making me worry until I'm ill.

Edited 2015-12-12 06:09 (UTC)

[She whines, arching again and gods she's forgotten how strong Ella can make a slap. How much it can sting as the mark throbs on her ass, her clit aching from the way it makes her feel. The way she feels when Ellana licks her lips, Eli's eyes half closing as she wets her own, her nod quick and jerky as she moves quickly, eager to obey]

I'm sorry, I am. [Not that it was her fault for any of this. But an apology feels right here, with the way Ellana talks to her. She doesn't mind begging for forgiveness from her, playing along with this idea of a punishment from her lover and the change in angle makes her wetness slide down her bare thighs, Eli's eyes wide again as she glances over her shoulder.]

I swear, I didn't mean to Ella, I didn't. I' swear, I'm sorry, I promise. I won't, it won't happened again, I promise.

[ El sighs in content, the gorgeous view of Eliana's firm and gorgeous behind, her juices still flowing down her thighs in anticipation. She reaches down, a strange instinct to grab her detachable cock and jerk her hand around it, coating her palm with wetness. It makes it all the more effective to draw back and give a good, firm and wet slap to her other cheek. To balance it all out. ]

Of course it won't.

[ Ellana crawls over her a brief moment, lips grazing her ear yet again as she whispers: ]

Because I'm never leaving your side again.

[ And those words are genuine, gentle, without the teasing tone she's maintained up until now. But there's no time to dwell on it, as El gives not a single opportunity for dwelling. She simply slides on back, lips pressing heavy and short kisses along her ass, just over the burning sore. Her hands spread her wide, and there's absolutely not a single second more that goes to waste before her tongue drags along her sex, sliding up to her ass. El hums, prods her tongue deep within her, tasting her inside and out. ]

[Anticipation kills her, Eli's senses heightened, her body tight as she waits for the next slap. As she finds herself hoping for the next slap, that sharp sting of pain that helps level out all the pleasure she feels, helps to clear her mind right now. A battle she's still losing though as she glances back and sees Ella stroke her cock, Eli's cheeks burning as she wets her mouth. Hopefully, later, Ellana will let her clean it, will fill her mouth with it before letting her eat her out. Hopefully.

She yelps again at the slap, pulled out of the daze of her staring as her hips jerk, forward and then back and she squirms, pressing her ass against El as she leans over her, Eli's fingers fisting in the sheets as she whispers to her and she jerks again, seeking more contact than she's given.]

Gods Ella... Ar lath ma... ar'm mar...

[She wiggles again against her mouth, breath and words catching in her throat as Eli realises what she's doing, where she's going. She knows somehow, that when Ella licks her cunt she won't be staying there but the tongue against her ass is still a surprise and Eli moans into her sheets. It's been years since she's done this, Ella the only one who ever wanted to but she feels herself get wetter at the pressure against her hole, hips jerking as she tries to get some relief to her aching clit. She can't speak again, words stolen from her but she can moan and she does, loud and muffled only by her blankets as Eli spreads her legs further, seeking more]

Edited 2015-12-12 06:36 (UTC)

[ El can't get enough of Eli's confession pouring from her lips time and time again. It doesn't get old. In fact, each time she says it, it fills her heart just a little more. It warms her, fills that very void that had grown so large in their separation, and it somehow draws a shiver from her. The fact that those words are spilled so desperately as Ellana devours her from the inside makes it all the more delightful. ]

[ With a smile, her tongue rolls and flicks at her hole, tight and firm as she prods the strong muscle inside. Her hands make short work of the rest, magic chilling her fingers with frost as they slide along a hot, wet slit, warming with a glowing heat as they enter her and curl on contact. Ellana moans into her, legs pressing against each other in a desperate attempt to relieve the undying pressure there. Eliana's sounds, the way she shakes and writhes at her touch, it drives El mad, and it will be her undoing eventually. ]

[ For now, her fingers thrust inside of her, mouth working every other corner to ensure not a single nerve goes untouched. ]

[Her words are stolen from her again as El keeps going, each flick of her tongue enough to make Eli's hips jerk. To make the heat that pools in her belly start to burn hotter and she knows she must be dripping, her wetness impossible to control. It makes her cry out mindlessly even as she feels her body starts to loosen at each gentle push and flick, remembering their old games.

El's fingers are just an added bonus and she arches, away from the cold but the press of her mouth isn't much better and she's strapped between them, on the verge of another orgasm. A point she tries to cling to, a shred of pride making her want to last, just a little longer, just a little more even as she thrusts her hips down on Ellana's fingers, clenching tight around them!]

Fenedhis, El, I-I, s-sathan!

[ How she could have forgotten the way this feels, the way it smells and tastes is beyond her. Perhaps it's the years that have passed since their last romp, since they had officially broken things off. But with the distance having bound them to this emotionally, El could say easily that she has no regrets acting on her emotions. Truly, she hadn't quite planned on this happening. But the instant they touched, the second Eliana spoke with tears in her eyes, Ellana worked solely on instinct and habit. ]

[ Once she feels her clench around her fingers, Ellana lets out a gentle, satisfied sigh. She moans into her, one last kiss to her entrance before leaving her, a string of Eliana's arousal still attaching her until distance breaks it. She licks her lips, cleans her fingers once they're pulled out, just before crawling over her and flipping her over onto her back. ]

[ For a moment, just a second, El drops the teasing nature of the game. She nuzzles her nose, kisses it, pressing her forehead against her own and closing her eyes. ]

Ar lath ma...

I've missed you. I've missed that.

[She slumps forward, almost as if she's boneless as soon as El eases up on her. Gods, it's been months since she's had sex, years she thinks since she has come that many times so close together. She can still feel her clit throbbing, like a persistant little buzz from how over stimulated she is and Eli moans softly, the sound muffled by her sheets]

Oof.

[She's teasing mostly, when Ellana rolls her over and Eli moves with her easily. Sprawled out on her bed, legs hanging off the very edge nothing else really matters, not the cold, not the fact that she should be sleeping, or the distant sounds of the tavern. No there's just El,as hot as ever as she licks Eli's slickness from her lips before she bows her head. And Eli finds the strength to lift her hand, nuzzling her own nose against El's cheek as she threads her fingers through her lover's hair, slowly feeling her heart calm]

I know.

[She laughs, the sound soft and bright]

I missed that too. And you... Creators El, I missed you.

[Even just her friendship. The sex, of course it was fantastic, but El's companionship is worth far more than all the orgasms the girl could give her. To have her here, a warm weight against her, her breath matching Eli's would be more than enough.

That doesn't mean Eli's hand doesn't find her side, travelling down to her hip with some sense of mischief, as tired as it is.] Tired? [She finds herself half hoping that El will still command her, will still let Eli fall back into the comfort of not making decisions. Now, more than ever she finds herself needing that.

But she thinks she just might need Ellana's taste on her tongue more than that]

[ Everything in this moment is pure bliss, El having not felt so at peace in so many days. She wishes she could stop time, clear the world around them if only for a moment to just experience her. But Ellana supposes that this is enough. The silence, save for the distant sounds of the tavern and the pounding of their hearts. ]

[ She's prepared to speak a bit more, to elaborate on just how much she's missed her beloved, but she's easily distracted by the small, slender fingers that drift along her side and entice a shiver. Ellana smirks, a devilish nature in her grin as she hums against Eliana's cheek. Her hips wriggle, fingers tightening around the bed sheets and tugging hard. ]

After such a spark of adrenaline finally finding you? Hardly.

[ This is the most energy she's had in, gods, months really. Maybe even years. ]

Would you like to see what you've done to me?

[ El hardly disapproves with moving things along, or even making proper demands. When it comes to her domain of the bedroom? Ellana feels like royalty, like an unstoppable force. The pique of her confidence always sparked behind closed doors, and almost especially with Eliana. ]

[ Ellana takes Eliana's hand, gently guiding it past the waistband of her undergarment, a heavy sigh at just the brush of nails along her mound. ]

Would you like to play with me? Make me yours again?

[Eli bites her lower lip as she waits, knowing she must look mischievous, cheeky almost. And she almost feels like that, as much as she is driven by merely wanting to bring pleasure to her lover. It's an old game for them, Eliana younger, always pushing gently at boundaries to see what Ellana will do. Always enjoying whatever it is she does end up doing, so called punishments never quite feeling like that.]

You didn't really give me a chance to breathe.

[Excuses, maybe. But she things it's a worthy one as she sits up, as she lets Ella take her hand and Creators she's missed this. Missed knowing how much she's wrecked another person with their own want, missed knowing what she's done to Ella herself and there's no hiding Eli's soft moan as she fingers twitch against Ellana's cunt, gently pressing against her clit]

Oh... [She sighs before she swallows, before she wets her lip and she can already feel her slight thread of control being taken away. She wants to wreck Ella like Ella did to her and so she bites her lip, dropping her gaze to Ella's cock, still slick and shiny with Eli's own wetness and heat floods her cheeks as she starts to shift closer.]

Maybe... first things first? You're... I made a mess, didn't I? [She's a little shy to speak about it, but doing is another thing. It's much easier to just run her tongue up the length of Ella's cock, holding the toy steady against El's body as she wraps her lips around the tips and Eli sinks down, moaning at the taste of her own slickness on her tongue]

[ Ellana shudders at such a simple touch, realizing just how wound up Eliana has made her. How she missed those mewls and cries for more, the taste of her skin and dripping pussy. To have her like this again is a gift she would be crazy to let go again, and she has no intentions on doing so. ]

Time is precious. I couldn't rightly wait any longer, and neither could you.

[ El watches her as they adjust positions, her eyes locking on those full lips when she bites them. It makes her stomach flutter, her cunt spasm with anticipation. Her head tilts while she props herself upright on her knees. ]

You did make me quite filthy didn't y--

[ She stops, watching as Eli begins to wrap her lips around her detachable member. And what a sight it is to behold. A shiver wracks to her very core when she hears her moan, the vibrations meeting with her pelvis that make her even wetter with anticipation. ]

Mmm, gods is this a pleasant visual. If only it were of real flesh and nerves.

[ Ellana reaches down, fingers slipping through Eliana's hair and tugging. ]

[She's always loved this, with Ellana at least. Others, boys, they had been impatient with her, too quick, too clumsy, but Ella always knew how to keep herself steady. How to let Eli adjust to the thickness in her mouth, let her get used to it before she even attempted to fuck her throat. Ella was always gentle, careful with her, even when they did play rougher sorts of game. Sometimes it felt like she even knew her body better than Eli did

And there's no denying how intoxicatingly powerful it can feel to be making a mess of pleasure of someone with just your mouth. Even if it isn't flesh and a soft moan escapes her, lashes fluttering as she considers that though. Gods, that would be nice, she wouldn't even mind it if El came down her throat. With her it would be acceptable and she moans again, shivering as El tugs at her hair.

It's so easy to let the other woman keep the control. It would be easier still to just stay still, let Ella decide where her mouth goes, how fast, how deep how much. But that's not the point and even as Eli shivers, holding her cock steady as she works it down her throat her other hand is moving. Up Ella's thigh, slender fingers slipping under her smalls and Eli moans again, broken and wanton when she feels how wet her lover is.

She takes it slow at least, just the one finger at first as she lets that digit sink into El's slick, tight cunt. But one becomes two so easy as she curls the two of them inside her, rubbing against a softer spot as she sinks down and she's proud that she can still do this, can still take the length of El's cock down her throat till her nose brushes against her stomach and it's hard to look up and see but she hopes Eli is proud of her]

[ Ellana has found herself quite taken with the visual, her neck craning as she looks down in a heated and lustful gaze. Her tongue darts out, licking along her lips before biting down on the lower half. Her hips slowly roll into Eliana's mouth, fingers tugging harder at her hair to tilt it in her favor, to get a lovely view of just how far she's gone. ]

[ Through icy-blue eyes, El's brows raise, and she swallows something thickly when she feels her pussy clench and tighten in anticipation. Wetness dribbles down her thighs, and she realizes just how hot she is nearly in time with Eliana's skillful fingers. The pressure is an immediate call to her attention, her body trembling on cue when she feels it and Ellana tilts her head back in a sudden, unplanned moan. It's been far too long since she's experienced, and Ellana hasn't quite taken the time for another lover since Eli. Too much time and effort to spend in another person who would need to learn every part of her. Eliana knows, her hands remembering her as if they hadn't stopped thinking about what they had done to her before. Eliana should feel an immediate pulse once those fingers curl, a tightening of anticipation for far more. Ellana's hand leaves Eliana's hair, reaching down and clenching hard to her shoulder. ]

Oh--

Fuck... Fuck, this will not do.

[ In a hurried desperation, Ellana reaches at her hips to undo the harness. ]

I need you, I need that tongue inside of me yesterday, Eli.

[She surrenders, completely to Ella's touch. Lets her eyes close and just feel, the weight of her cock on her tongue, so rigid and thick, the way it moves in her mouth as El rolls her hips. The feel of Ella's fingers hair, tugging the strands in a way that makes her shudder, makes Eli mewl softly around the length in her mouth, and she has to press her thighs together to abate the lust those pulls fill her with. She lets herself be Ella's, to use as she pleases as her fingers curl inside her slick pussy.

The moan makes her jolt, Eli finding herself breathing harder already and she delights in the clench around her fingers, already half rising as El grabs her shoulder and she needs it to, she needs to taste El again, a taste she's never quite forgotton and she doesn't care about the spit on her chin as she lifts her mouth off her cock, nods quick and jerky]

Yes, yes, please, El, please. [She knows she doesn't have to ask but she does anyway, even as Eli lays flat on her belly, nose brushing against Ella's hand as she gets herself closer. There's no time to pull her smalls off properly, just to the side and Eli pulls her fingers out to replace them with her tongue, pressing the muscle firmly against Ella's slit. And as the taste bursts across her tongue, it and Ella's scent making her heady Eli moans, tongue moving in quick flicks across Ella's tongue, one, two, three before she slides lower and presses it inside her with another moan]

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