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Inspired by the 10_orders community on LJ; original prompt - 'Take off your clothes'.
"Phèdre." Her voice is deceptively soft as she says my name, and my mouth feels suddenly dry. Melisande turns to look at me over her shoulder, her sapphire eyes raking over me with a fire that makes my knees weak. The moment she meets my gaze, she knows I'm as much hers as I've ever been. "Take off your clothes," she orders me. I hear the words, and recognize what they mean, but still, I can't move. She'd likely have been disappointed if I had; as much as any other patron I've entertained, Melisande loves the game of our exchange. And Elua, but I love the torture only this scion of Kushiel can give me.
When she turns to face me fully, I can see the flechettes dangling from the fingers of one hand and can't resist wetting my lips nervously. "I believe I gave you an order," she cooed, stepping closer to trail one of the razor tips against the smooth skin of my forearm.
"Yes, my lady." Even to my own ears, my voice is breathless, but I still can't seem to will my limbs to move. The sharp tip of the flechette leaves a thin line of blood behind, marking its passage over my flesh. But all too soon, Melisande withdraws the instrument as she circles round behind me to tangle her delicate fingers in my dark hair.
"Then do as I say, Phèdre, and take off your clothes before I cut them off you." What little breath I had stored in my lungs was expelled softly as her voice washed over me. With a calm surety I didn't know I was still capable of in the face of this woman, I pushed the fabric of my dress from my shoulders and allowed it to pool at my feet. Melisande's approval was evident in the gentle caress she gave my bare back, tracing the lines of my marque.
Not soon enough, the light scratching of her nails was replaced by the sharp edge of the wicked tool in her hand. Even after my previous experience with them, the sensation of my flesh parting beneath the blade still surprises me. Before my body has the opportunity to make any protest at the pain, my lord Kushiel's bronze visage swims before my eyes, accompanied by the familiar pounding of my blood in my ears, and I'm lost. However much time passes, I do not know. But at length, I can feel Melisande's breath warm against my ear as her free hand presses firmly against my naked waist and slowly travels lower.
"Phedre," she whispers, and somehow it's enough to bring a moan from my lips. Her sure fingers find the hidden pearl in my folds as the flechette carves another cut along the base of my marque. "Say it."
Pressing my head back against her shoulder, my tongue darts out to wet my lips again, and I dare to meet her sapphire eyes again. As it has always been since that moment she entered my dim cell in La Dolorosa and offered me the choice, I can deny my lady nothing.
"Hyacinthe," I breathed, only a moment before her tantalizing lips are pressed to mine. Oh Elua, but I love her...
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Pairing: Phèdre nó Delaunay/Melisande Shahrizai
Prompt: #13, Don't lie to me.
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