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Chapter 2 Unexpected Reunion
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Long fingered hands pressed against the bard's hips. "I've missed the sound of my name leaving your lips." Morrigan dug her nails into the bard's soft flesh just enough to make her lover squirm against her mouth. Teeth grazed along the outside of her entrance only to be soothed by a long flick of the witch's tongue.
Aching and wanting, Leliana's lips parted with a groan, her hips eagerly pressing forward in soft undulating waves. The witch's tongue found her slick groove easily, over and over again, lapping the bard's salty sweet nectar. "Oh Maker, how I've missed your mouth on me," she all but crooned melodically into the darkened room, her fingers grabbing a fist of raven locks.
"So it would appear." A low laugh tumbled from the witch's lips before her tongue protruded and probed inside the bard's wet quivering entrance.
"Ahh, Morriga—" Leliana's words was quickly swallowed by another groan, this time, louder and reverberating through her lover's ample quarters. The witch joined her with a low groan of her own as she savoured every drop she coaxed out of the bard. Her hands reached around the bard's firm yet supple ass, grabbing the tensing muscles and pulling them forward against her face, eagerly drinking her in and entirely happy that the Nightingale's essence now dripped down her chin. Her taste as always was exquisite and the witch greedily eked out more causing her lover to buck hard against her face and the door behind her till the bard's cries rose to a telling crescendo that ended with a shuddering gasp.
With a sharp quiver, the bard buckled forward suddenly, her parted lips finding the top of Morrigan's head, taking in the witch's intoxicating scent of jasmine and sandalwood through quick pants. Midnight strands, played against her tongue as she pressed her lips upon that crown of dark locks. Softly Orlesian profanity tumbled out while tears tracked down her delicate cheeks. "Tell me you're real and this isn't a dream."
The soft upturn of plum lips against her slick folds forced the bard's eyes to close again. "I never thought I'd miss the foolish things you say." That same sardonic sound never changed but the bard detected the witch's sentiment was genuine. Assertively she grasped at the neckline of Morrigan's dress heedless of how delicate it looked and pulled her lover up to meet her hungry kiss. Sweetness and salt and a hint of spice flooded her mouth as the witch's tongue explored her mouth with just as much enthusiasm.
During soft moans, Morrigan swayed on her feet as the bard guided her backwards to the four poster bed, draped in sumptuous burgundy velvet. Not wanting another moment to pass the bard pushed her lover onto her back while she continued her kisses down her graceful neck, sucking hard in places and marking the witch's pale skin here and there with purpling bruises. One particular spot always elicited a low growl from her lover and she smiled hearing it as her teeth raked the hollow of that bared throat. As the witch squirmed beneath her, the bard's hands shot into the heaving bodice in front of her and pawed at the soft mound of flesh, easing it out of its confines and exposing a hardening nipple. Expertly she thumbed the pale rosy bud over and over till it tightened and pebbled against her touch. The witch moaned hard, her hips bucking up, desperate to get contact and friction between her legs.
"Damnation Leliana!" Morrigan panted, her hands pulling the bard's half naked form down on top of her. "Do not tease." Golden eyes smouldered with heat and lust, meeting the darkening storm in cerulean pools. Without breaking eye contact the bard flipped Morrigan's dress up, snaking her hand along warm quivering thighs, not stopping till her fingers reached their apex—a hot, slick and throbbing groove and a swollen bud that nestled within its folds. Avidly the Nightingale observed full plum coloured lips part with a silent groan that ended in a soft keen. How she had missed the sight of her lover experiencing her touch. Morrigan's hips bucked against her hand and quickly they found that familiar shared rhythm that steadily built as the witch's pleasure neared a crest. With a slight adjustment of her wrist, Leliana slipped two fingers into the witch's molten core, thrusting hard and curving up to hit the sensitive spot in her front wall.
The Raven came undone with hard bucks and short, fast moans that filled the dimly lit chamber. Leliana's hand slowed just a fraction guiding the last waves of her lover's pleasure till she released a second smaller crest, that saw tears rolling from dark lashes along porcelain cheeks. Dishevelled and panting, her dark sweaty locks broken away from that bun, the witch quivered a final time before sinking back into the down-filled mattress beneath her.
Leliana stared a long while at the woman before her. A woman she loved, one who disappeared without a trace for ten excruciating years. A woman who, despite the pain and heartache and despair she caused, was still very much loved by the Nightingale. Golden eyes hidden by closed lids flashed open suddenly as a deep sob welled out of the Spymaster's throat.
"Beloved?" Those golden orbs darted about, as her hands grasped the Nightingale's heaving shoulders.
"You left." Eyes darkened to the colour of sapphire, rimmed with tears. "Without a word Morrigan."
"Yes, I did." Dark brows furrowed above a golden glance that shot to the bed between them. "I have regretted it ever since."
"Regretted…" The bard scoffed, before she took a steadying breath, her voice evening out again. "Regretted, yet in all these years you never remedied it."
"I am sorry, Leliana." Sorry was a word Morrigan never uttered, and yet there it was and the bard could hear its sincerity.
"I'm a fool. I was then and I am now." Leliana shook her head and began to stand.
"Please, I had to protect him." Slender, ivory fingers caught the bard's hand with an iron grip. "I wanted to see you—so many times, I wanted to see you." Morrigan's voice shook uncharacteristically. "But I had to stay away." Her raven head bowed and her shoulders shook.
Leliana paused, for a moment before sitting back down wrapping the witch in a sudden embrace. Desperately she sought out those lips, kissing them hard, their salty tears mingling in their mouths.
"Don't go. Please." Another word the witch never used. Leliana nodded and scooted them both up the bed. She pulled off her pants and boots before helping her lover ease out of the dress. Together their warm bodies entwined under the covers, fitting closely together like no time had passed at all.
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"Excuse me." Leliana squeezed past the Warden's companions, accidentally brushing warm, smooth skin. The touch was silken heat, like long lonely nights when all she had was her hand between her legs to help pass the time. The woman she touched gazed at her with most unusual eyes—like radiant pools of light flecked with gold. They widened slightly and darkened in the centre, before suddenly narrowing then turning away. Alabaster arms crossed at her chest against purple robes and the bard noticed long-fingered hands, wrapping around them. Leliana stood transfixed, for a heartbeat or a candle mark she couldn't tell. The stranger was aloof, almost disdainful, but the bard knew what desire looked like, she had elicited it in many eyes before. Eyes that widen and darken like that, was a sight she was very familiar with. She tucked the piece of knowledge away in her mind to examine later, along with the awareness that her own eyes mirrored that expression. Leliana continued to the Warden placing herself between him and a guard. She put a hand against both their chests, halting their conflict.
