Marked with Shame
Chapter 7
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Mirra and the rest of her companions found themselves back in Redcliffe, and Mirra found herself in a well needed bath. Washing off all the blood felt fabulous. Mirra leaned back against the stones in her wash basin, staring at the ceiling.
The sacred ashes had healed the Arl, and he declared them Champions of the realm. Now they were getting some much needed rest after their rush back from Haven and the ruins. Next they were going to visit the Dalish. In her sheltered life in the alienage she'd never met a dalish elf. She had heard there was some animosity between city born and the wild elves, but nowhere near the hatred the Dalish held for humans. Thoughts of the Alienage brought guilt to her mind. Here she was, an Alienage born elf who left her family and friends in squalor and a plague, and she was eating the best food, staying in a room with a personal servant. She heard the door quietly open. Speaking of which...
"M'lady? Can I assist you in any way? Fresh towels or more hot water?" The elf girl assigned to her was almost a pest, her inquiries were so frequent.
"No! And as I mentioned, I am not 'Lady' or 'm'lady', I'm just Mirra."
"Yes, m'lady... Mirra. Sorry, m'lady." Mirra assumed the Lady Isolde had insisted on this kind of treatment for years. The poor girl didn't know any different. "I can wash your back if you would like."
"No, thank you. I've got it covered." I wouldn't mind a certain redhead to wash my back, though... The girl left her alone. Mirra closed her eyes. Her mind drifted to her favorite human. Recalling the long hug they shared the night before. They had entered a routine. Every evening before bed Leliana would tell her a story. Mirra found herself leaning against Leliana during the stories recently, and if she minded, Leliana did not say. The contact was soothing and exciting at the same time.
Her hands started to drift over her body, thoughts of the bard running through her mind. What I would do to wash your body. What would you do to mine? Mirra pinched a nipple, relishing the tingle it sent down her spine. Her other hand went lower, teasing her folds. Would you touch me here? Would you kiss me here? Her finger went to her most sensitive nub and started to circle it slowly. Would you let me do this to you? She felt the heat begin to rise, and circled faster. Her other hand stroked her breasts, sending more pleasure to her core. Would you let me bring you to climax with my tongue? Her finger was working her clit in a frenzy. Almost...almost...almost...
There was a knock at the door. Mirra groaned in frustration. "I don't need any towels, or hot water, or anything!" She yelled.
"Mirra?" Leliana said through the door.
"Leliana?!" Mirra exclaimed. The object of her recent musings showing up made for a shock.
"Can I come in?" Leliana asked through the door.
"Of course!" Mirra said, quickly pulling herself out of the bath. "Just a minute. I was in the bath..." She searched for a towel and started feverishly dying herself off.
"I can come back later." Leliana said through the door.
"No! It's fine! Just give me a few moments to put something on..." She searched for her underclothes. They were nowhere to be found. The elf girl, she took them to get cleaned. Nothing to wear but the dress Lady Isolde gave her. I guess we're going without underwear. Mirra grabbed it and slipped it over her head. Luckily it had a high neck. Her hair was still wet and dripping, but at least she was clothed.
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Leliana waited patiently at the door. The thought of Mirra in a bath was creating nice thoughts in her mind.
Mirra opened the door at last, looking delectable in another nice dress. Leliana smiled at her. "Hi!" Mirra said. She looked a little red. Well-scrubbed and warm from the bath, Leliana assumed.
"I didn't mean to pull you from your well-deserved bath, Mirra."
"It's fine Leliana, you are welcome anytime, to interrupt me...that sounded better in my head." Mirra said, looking adorably embarrassed. Leliana could hardly resist the urge to pull her into a fierce hug.
"It must have been a hot bath, you are all red." Leliana said with a warm smile. Mirra turned even more red. She waited patiently.
"Oh! I asked you to come... I have something for you." Mirra said once she regained her composure.
"You have something for me?" Leliana entered and closed the door. Mirra quickly walked over to the desk, bringing back some flowers in a vase.
"I stole a vase from Lady Isolde's room, because it was the only one good enough for you." Mirra held the vase out to Leliana expectantly.
Leliana took the vase including some relatively plain white flowers. "Thank you, Mirra. They are lovely." She gave Mirra a smile then the aroma overwhelmed her. "Oh my! These are Andraste's Grace! I cannot believe you remembered me telling you about them!"
"Of course I remembered. The way you described them made them seem very important to you." Mirra smiled wide at her reaction.
"Thank you so much! I can't believe you remembered after such a long time...it's been several weeks!" Leliana put down the vase and pulled Mirra into an enthusiastic hug, pulling Mirra off the ground slightly. The tightness of the embrace let Leliana know Mirra wasn't wearing anything under the dress. Her heart beat a little faster. She could also feel the scarring on Mirra's chest, not that it bothered her in the least. She did feel Mirra stiffen a little at the obvious contact. In an attempt to distract Mirra, she dared a quick kiss on the elf's neck, delighting in the shiver she felt from Mirra.
Leliana released her. Both were flushed from the close contact.
"Thank you, Mirra. This means a lot to me." Leliana looked deep into her eyes. She could see the desire, but decided not to push her luck. She didn't want Mirra to close her out again. "I will leave you to your bath, it is probably still warm."
Mirra grabbed her hand. "Wait. Leliana...will you stay and tell me a story? They help me sleep."
"Of course..." Leliana looked at her fondly. "Have I told you the story of Aveline, the Knight of Orlais?"
Mirra shook her head and crawled into bed smiling. Leliana sat down next to her on the bed.
"A long time ago, a girl child was born to a farmer. He had hoped for a son..." Leliana told the entire tale, even though Mirra fell asleep quickly. Leliana got up and kissed her on the cheek, resisted the temptation to lie down next to her, and returned to her room to sleep.
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"Shem-lover." The statement was spat out near their group.
Morrigan decided the dalish were too rude to live. They called all humans "shems", which was bearable, but this was too much. The dalish saw Mirra and Leliana being a little too friendly, and found a way to apply their racial slur to the city elf as well. She pulled her staff from her back and was about to start hexing the whole group when Mirra pushed her hand back down.
"Morrigan, don't. It's ok." Mirra told her.
"'Tis rude! I shall put a hex on the lot of them." Morrigan retorted.
"I know, but I've heard worse. Hell, when I was younger I said worse. If I wasn't leading our little group they'd probably call me 'pet'"
"Just a little hex?" Morrigan asked.
"No. No hex of any kind. Be polite." Mirra said with a smile.
"'Tis unbecoming."
"I am aware, and so are all the reasonable among them."
Morrigan growled. They arrived in the Brecilian forest to find the Dalish cold and unwelcoming, even to Mirra. "You may be an elf, but you are not one of us." They told her as their twisted form of greeting. Now this "shem-lover" business. Morrigan knew they needed the Dalish to defeat the blight, but this was ridiculous. She was half tempted to throw a couple fireballs into one of their ramshackle wagons out of spite.
The Dalish camp was several intricately carved wagons surrounded by tents. The Dalish were all clothed in the same green colored leather, except the keeper and his assistant. They were in robes that appeared similar to mage's garb. From the staff the keeper was holding, he did appear to have magical abilities. Morrigan looked around at everyone while Mirra talked to the Keeper.
The Keeper, who was slightly more polite than the rest of his clan, was explaining his problem to Mirra. "We'd love to help you, and we know you have a contract, but...blah, blah, blah." Morrigan was getting tired of this theme. Everyone needed them to perform some service, or quest, or something. Couldn't we find one group on the list that said "Sure! No problem. We'll send you our troops right away!" Looking over the wounded Dalish was disconcerting. They had been ambushed by werewolves, and the only way to solve the problem was to find the head werewolf Witherfang and cut out its heart. More work to do, it seemed.
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Zevran couldn't believe his luck. A clan full of luscious Dalish girls. They all wore an outfit straight out of his dreams. Short skirt, bare midrif, barely covered tops. It was all he could do to stop staring. He hadn't had female companionship since that pirate captain in Denerim...Isabela, he thought it was. He met her at the bar and she dragged him off to her room after just a few drinks. He didn't get much sleep that night.
The females in their little group were surprisingly immune to his charms. Even Wynne had not succumbed. Now he was looking at the buffet of his dreams, and he didn't know where to start.
"Don't even think about it." Mirra appeared at his shoulder.
"Mirra, it is lovely to see you as well. Can you believe the splendor of this part of the forest?"
"I know what you're thinking, and it isn't going to happen. You will behave while we are here."
"Mirra. You would deny me my fun at the same time you are getting frisky with the bard?"
"Yes, I would. Apparently it has earned me the title of 'shem-lover'." She told him firmly. "We need to maintain good relations with the Dalish. You may do as you wish in the cities, but keep it to yourself here."
"Would you and your bard like to keep me company this evening? I am best behaved when sated. I promise it will be a night to remember." Zevran told her.
Mirra gave him a glare. "Men." She stalked off towards the Dalish quartermaster.
He noticed Morrigan looking at him, so he sauntered over to her. "Morrigan, you are looking fabulous today."
"Did you know that queen spiders bite the heads off the males after mating?" She told him before following Mirra away. It made all the more impact, since Morrigan could change into a spider at will. Zevran shivered.
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Getting Dalish support was taking a lot more effort than Alistair thought it would. They fought through the forest filled with werewolves, bears, darkspawn, and even some undead. Then they were forced to fight through some ancient elven ruins including mostly undead, but also a dragon, of all things.
Now they faced a group of werewolves, and Mirra was upset. Alistair always got uncomfortable when Mirra was upset. He always tried to say something to ease her mind, and almost always failed miserably. More often than not Leliana would interrupt and say just the right thing to soothe her.
The wolves wanted her to talk to some lady. Why they didn't mention it before they chopped down half their clan was unknown.
"Will I parlay? Of course I'll parlay! You attacked us first!" Mirra exclaimed, staring down the wolf men.
"Very well. We will take you to see the lady." The wolf growled. "But know this, if you go back on your word and harm her I will come back from the fade itself to kill you." Mirra rolled her eyes.
The wolf men led them through even more creepy ruins to a large chamber. The decorations matched the rest of the ruins. Stone archways and pillars were everywhere, interrupted by huge tree roots that broke through the walls and cracked the floors. Light filtered through holes in the walls. The large chamber had a platform in the middle with quite a few werewolves on and behind it.
As they watched a lady walked between the wolves toward them. Her skin tone was unusual, sort of a greenish gray. Alistair felt a blush rush up his face. He immediately looked away. She was completely naked! There were a few roots running up her legs and arms, but other than that, she didn't have a stitch of clothing.
"Spirit, Mirra." Morrigan said from close to his right.
Alistair glanced at Morrigan before returning his gaze to the lady, who apparently wasn't a real lady. The blush rose again. Alistair turned to look at the wolves. The lady soothed them somehow. They ceased growling.
She was saying something to Mirra about Zathrian, but he couldn't concentrate. He couldn't help but glance at the lady every minute or so, then blush, then look away. It was embarrassing.
Whack! Someone hit his head. Alistair turned to see Morrigan holding her staff menacingly.
"Coming, Alistair?" Mirra asked from the base of some stairs. Everyone but him and Morrigan were next to her, looking back at him with grins on their faces.
"Oh, yes!" He said, taking another quick glance at the lady. Morrigan raised her staff again. He took off after Mirra.
Mirra was kind enough to fill him in on the details he missed. Centuries ago the keeper Zathrian had two children who were captured by a nearby human tribe. The boy was killed, the girl was brutalized and eventually took her own life. Zathrian cursed the humans and they became werewolves. In hopes that Zathrian would cure the curse the werewolves attacked his tribe and infected them.
"Not that I don't see the motivation, the humans did commit atrocities all those years ago." Mirra told him. "But the humans who perpetrated the crimes are long since dead. It's similar to how all mages are assumed evil and locked into a tower for their entire life."
Alistair's Templar training kicked in automatically. "All mages are suspect..." He withered under her glare.
"All people are suspect. Why are mages the only ones who get locked up before they commit any crime?" Mirra asked.
"The potential threat is much greater..." He started, stopping when Mirra held up a hand.
Zathrian was standing before them in the ruins. "There you are..." He said.
"What are you doing here?" Mirra asked.
"He's checking to make sure we did his bidding." Morrigan said. "Isn't that correct, sorcerer?"
"Silence, witch. You will not refer to me as such." Zathrian said with more than a little malice. Alistair looked between the two, wondering if there was a longstanding hatred between the Dalish keepers and witches of the wilds. "But it is so, have you completed your task?"
"No." Mirra told him. "The Lady of the Forest would like to talk to you."
"The Lady of the Forest?" He smirked. "You do realize she is Witherfang, don't you?"
"It hardly matters." Mirra said. "You need to speak with her."
"I hardly see what purpose that will serve. We still need the heart." Zathrian said.
"You are going to talk to her." Mirra said. "One way or another."
"I don't think..." Zathrian started backing up until he noticed Shale right behind him, looking especially menacing with some fire crystals they picked up. To anyone who hadn't seen a golem before, the appearance of a huge rock man with flames coming from its arms and back would be quite frightening. "Very well, I will speak with the lady." They walked down the stairs to meet the Lady of the Forest again.
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Alistair tried to concentrate, but it was difficult. He just couldn't keep his attention on the conversation. The lady was talking to Zathrian about his children, asking him again to drop the curse. Then the lyrium in his blood shocked him awake. The lady had turned into a wolf, and all the werewolves were paralyzed. He looked around in confusion. Mirra was saying something to him.
"What?" He asked, then narrowly dodged a huge tree stamping on him. Where in the name of the maker did that come from? We're underground...
"Dispel the damn werewolves, you bonehead!" Morrigan yelled as she threw flames at another of the trees to the right.
"You can't dispel werewolves, they're..." He started. "Oh, you mean dispell the para..."
"Just do it!" Mirra yelled.
Alistair dispelled the paralysis from the wolves, and the battle was over soon after. He looked around at the carnage. Several of the tree things were burning to the sides of the hall. A few werewolves were dead as well. Zathrian was cowering in a corner with his staff held protectively between himself and Shale, who was being held back by Mirra. Wynne was healing Sten's arm while Zevran stood off to one side. The dog was circling Morrigan while she tried to hit him with her staff. Other than the menacing threat of Shale, Leliana was the only guard on Zathrian.
Zathrian finally agreed to break the curse when he discovered he was going to die either way. The Lady stood in front of him, and the wolves made a circle around them. Zathrian started to chant under his breath.
Alistair felt the magic build as they performed the ritual. The keeper dropped the end of his staff to the floor with a crack. Alistair's veins tingled with the huge surge of magic. Zathrian dropped to the floor and the lady disappeared. The werewolves were surrounded by a swirling mist. After a few moments it dissipated, and they were human again.
There were a few excited gasps. The humans were completely naked! Alistair's eyes went wide.
"Alistair! Wall!" Mirra commanded. He glanced over to see her pulling off her cloak and offering it to the nearest lady. "Now! You too, Zevran!" He walked to the nearest wall and studied the rock intently. After a few moments someone pulled off his cloak and walked away with it.
"You may turn around, gentlemen." Mirra told them. Alistair turned to see Sten, Shale, and Zevran turning back from the wall. All the humans were wearing their cloaks, looking embarrassed. "Search the ruins for anything they can use for clothing...even drapes would work temporarily."
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Leliana made up her mind. She would serenade Mirra. Tonight. The elf went out of her way to end the curse, even when killing the wolf and taking its heart would be much easier. And after it was all over she commanded everyone to find clothing for the scared and cold humans. Even after all the hate directed to her people by humans, she still saw the best in everyone. Even the dalish. Leliana's blood boiled when Zevran told her about the "shem-lover" comments. Mirra still treated them with respect and kindness after those unkind comments. It made Leliana warm inside.
Leliana sought a suitable song while heading to camp, and remembered one that helped during a dark time in her life. An elven woman sang it to her after her mother died. It was a beautiful song. She thought Mirra would like it.
Most unexpected was the feeling of butterflies in her stomach. Why would she be nervous? She had sung for arenas full of people, why would a performance for...one really...though ten or so would be listening, why would that make her nervous? It had been a while since she performed, perhaps she was out of practice. She used some meditation techniques while they traveled.
Mirra normally calmed her. Maybe the nervousness wasn't about the song at all. Leliana couldn't predict Mirra's reaction if...no…when she asked her to join her in her tent. Would Mirra say no simply in anticipation of Leliana's reaction to her scar? Leliana wasn't sure how to handle it. How could she convince Mirra that it didn't matter? Leliana had some vicious flogging scars of her own, though she wasn't sure how having them located on her chest would change her outlook.
"Are you alright, Leliana?" Mirra asked, startling her. Leliana guessed her facial expressions had been going through a whirlwind of emotions for the past several minutes, and Mirra had noticed from her spot walking next to her. Idiot!
"Yes!" She said, a little too fast. Calm down. "Of course. I've just been thinking over a few things."
"You looked really worried there." Mirra looked at her closely.
"I'm fine, Mirra. Nothing you need concern yourself about." Leliana told her.
"Are you sure?" Mirra asked, still scrutinizing her face.
"Yes, Mirra. Everything is fine." She wrapped her arm around the elf and gave her a squeeze.
"Isn't there a puppy somewhere that needs our assistance?" Morrigan said loudly from the other side of Mirra. Mirra smiled and shook her head.
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Alistair made up his mind. He actually made up his mind a few days before when Mirra gave him his mother's amulet. He didn't even remember telling her about the amulet, but she remembered, found the amulet, and gave it to him. No one paid him that kind of attention, well, ever. She had to have the same feelings for him.
He finished setting up his tent, and Mirra was still finishing her tent. It was time. The rose was a little worse for wear, having been carried around in his pack for weeks, but it was still pretty. Nowhere near as pretty as Mirra, but pretty enough to be given to her. Zevran tried to talk to him about something, but he brushed him off. He was on a mission. Even Wynne tried to talk to him about something. What was with everyone? No one ever wants to talk to me. Mirra was still crouched down attaching a rope to a stake.
"Mirra?" He started, not sure about starting a conversation with her backside.
"What is it, Alistair?" She asked, still messing with the rope.
"C-Can I t-talk to you?" He stammered.
She visibly stiffened, cursed under her breath, and stood to face him with a smile. "Sure, what can I do for you?"
"Here." Alistair handed her the rose.
"It's a rose. Why are you giving me a rose?" She asked.
Alistair's practiced speech didn't roll off his tongue so much as spew forward at high speed. "Well, it's pretty, and you're pretty, and on this trip we see so much ugly that I wanted to thank you for...being nice, and pretty. You didn't have to help the Arl and his family, but you did. You didn't have to give me my mother's amulet, but you did. And you're pretty, and nice." Alistair noticed Mirra was giving him a sad look and stopped.
"Alistair..." She started resignedly, "Thank you, but I'm sorry, I cannot accept this." She handed him back the rose. His stomach dropped. "You are a good friend, but it can't go further than that."
"But..." Alistair asked, baffled. "Why not?"
Mirra looked down. "Let's just say you're not my type."
"Because I'm a human? Is it Zevran?" He demanded. He heard a snort from behind him.
"No, it's definitely not Zevran! And it's not because you're human. It's...something else." She glanced over his shoulder at someone he couldn't see.
"I see..." Alistair said dejectedly.
"It's not anything you did." She said. "Trust me."
Trust her? He did trust her. Up until about five minutes ago, anyway. Why wouldn't she tell him if it wasn't anything he did? "Ok." He said before walking back to his log by the fire, tossing the rose in the flames on the way.
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Leliana watched the interaction with both sadness and anger. It was always hard to watch someone's admission of feelings dashed. On the other hand, that was Mirra he was approaching, and her jealous self was screaming. That's my girl, stay away!
Mirra didn't come out and say she was interested in women, or mention her more specifically, but Leliana would forgive her that. Even in this enlightened time there was still a stigma attached. As soon as Alistair left she rushed over and helped Mirra with her tent.
"Thank you, Leliana." They tightened up the final rope.
"It's no trouble at all, Mirra." Though I hope you don't need your tent tonight...
"Did you hear that?" Quietly referring to the conversation with Alistair.
"Yes. You did the best you could." Leliana looked into her eyes.
"Did it bother you that I didn't mention you?" Mirra asked guiltily.
"Oh, are we an item now?" Leliana said with a smirk. Mirra immediately dropped her gaze. Leliana quickly pulled up her chin. "I'm joking, Mirra. I understand why you didn't say anything. Don't let it trouble you." Mirra gave her a smile.
"The plight of the Dalish reminded me of a song. Would you like to hear it?" Leliana asked, forcing her nervousness to the back of her mind.
Mirra eagerly nodded. "Of course!" Her enthusiasm gave Leliana a confidence boost, though her butterflies were still there. She forced herself to picture a theater full of people right behind Mirra and started her chosen song.
She didn't start quite right, but got better quickly. Her singing career ended several months ago, after all. She was happy to hit all the high notes with no trouble, and carried through to the end with no loss of breath. She came off the last note beautifully, and cast her eyes back upon Mirra... and Mirra was in rapt attention, with not a little adoration in her gaze. Leliana couldn't help but smile.
Mirra quickly walked towards her and pulled her into a fierce kiss, shocking Leliana. She quickly recovered and added her own enthusiasm. When they finally pulled apart Leliana pulled Mirra into a tight hug, smelling her hair and neck deeply, kissing her beautiful pointed ear. Even sweaty and covered in road grime, she smelled fabulous. That's it. This girl has got to come to bed with me. Leliana pulled back to look deeply into her eyes.
"It is going to be a cold night, Mirra." She held her eyes to Mirra's. "I can't help but think how much warmer my bedroll would be with you in it."
Mirra took on the appearance of a frightened animal. "I..." The word was barely audible.
"I promise not to look, Mirra." Leliana gave her a final embrace, released her with a kiss, then walked to her tent, swaying her hips more than normal. One last smoldering glance at Mirra, then she ducked in.
She heard a dumbfounded Alistair say "Oh." Followed by raucous laughter from Zevran. Not exactly the best send-off she would want, but at least a few things were cleared up.
She spent a few minutes spreading her bedroll wider than normal, then stripped and got in, facing the wall of the tent. She realized there was no guarantee Mirra would come, so she should settle down and sleep, but found herself listening for clues. Zevran asked Wynne if he could join her in her tent, again. Morrigan complained about Rex leaving half eaten animals in her pack, again. The Dalish and Redbridge representatives were trading barbs, again.
After an interminable amount of time steps approached her tent, her tent flap was pushed aside, and someone entered. Resisting the urge to turn was difficult, but she complied for Mirra's sake. She realized in this instance she was putting her worst side forward, since her back took the brunt of the abuse during her flogging. So be it. Maybe Mirra would realize her scars did not matter. She heard the sound of clothing sliding off, and eventually the covers were lifted. The cool air was bracing, but it was quickly replaced by delightful skin to skin heat.
Mirra slid her arms around Leliana and pulled close to her back, her breasts barely touching. "Leliana, you have no idea how often I dreamt of this." Mirra kissed her neck, then her shoulder. You dream of me? Leliana reveled in the contact, enjoying Mirra sliding her hands over her stomach, with moments of bliss when she brushed against the bottom of her breasts. Leliana took her hands and wrapped Mirra's arms tightly around her. She stiffened when her chest met Leliana's back, obviously feeling her scars. She pulled back some. Leliana started to turn to keep her from leaving.
"No, stay still." Mirra told her. Leliana turned back the way she was, nervous now. Mirra ran her hands over her back, tracing the criss crossing scars. "Oh, Leliana..." Mirra kissed some of the more prominent scars then wrapped her arms back around. Leliana relaxed and clutched Mirra's hands to her. She felt tears trail down her shoulder.
"Now do you see why your scar doesn't matter?" Leliana said. Holding Mirra's hands in case she tried to escape.
"It's not the size, or even the location." Mirra told her so quietly it was hard to hear. "It's what it says...what it means."
"What does it say?" Leliana immediately asked.
"Not now...please." Mirra resumed stroking Leliana's body, quickly distracting her.
Leliana wasn't sure what to do. She couldn't really touch Mirra other than her hands. She enjoyed the sensation until the elf clutched a breast in each hand and started tweaking her nipples. Leliana reached over her shoulder and pulled Mirra's head so she could kiss her.
"Just enjoy, Leliana." Mirra told her, kissing her ear. "You worked to get through to me, now it's my turn."
Mirra stroked the underside of her breasts and licked her ear. Leliana squirmed a little. After a few minutes one of Mirra's hands drifted down to stroke her thigh. In a husky voice she commanded, "Open your legs, Leliana." Oh, my. Leliana complied.
Mirra reached over her mound and stroked her with such tenderness Leliana was astounded. The elf could drive an axe through a wall, but when touching her she was gentle and responsive, reading her reactions as easily as a book. As Mirra brought Leliana to greater heights of pleasure than she'd experienced in a long time, Leliana couldn't help but compare her to Marjorlaine. Marjorlaine could be tender if she wished, but typically was not. Even when she pulled her into the bard lifestyle at a very young age Marjorlaine made sure she received her pleasure before allowing Leliana the same.
Now she had the most beautiful elf pleasuring her with no expectation of return, and Maker help her, she truly wanted to love her back. If only Mirra didn't have a reason to keep her away. Leliana would have to convince her otherwise.
Mirra found her pleasure center and started circling leisurely. Leliana lost the ability to concentrate on anything else. With one arm she reached behind to pull Mirra's body against her. "Oh Mirra." Mirra kissed her back as she writhed against her hand in pleasure. She tried to close her legs.
"Don't you dare." Mirra demanded. Leliana forced herself to keep her legs apart. Once Mirra felt her comply, she dipped a finger in her and played with her further, rubbing her clitoris with her palm. Her other hand continued to stroke her breasts, occasionally brushing a nipple. Leliana started twitching as waves of pleasure washed over her. Mirra kissed the back of her neck and held her close through her release.
When she could no longer stand it she put her hand on Mirra's, holding her still. Mirra pulled her hand out from between her legs and licked her fingers. "Tasty." She whispered into her ear before draping her arm back around Leliana. Leliana let her legs close. She pulled Mirra's arms tight around her and exclaimed "Maker! Mirra, that was wonderful! May I return the favor?"
"Not tonight, Leliana. Sleep." Mirra kissed her neck.
"Will you stay?" Leliana asked.
"Of course. You didn't tell me my story yet." Leliana froze.
"Um..." She started, momentarily at a loss for words. Mirra chuckled.
"I'm kidding Leliana. You already gave me something to dream about." Mirra snuggled close and relaxed against her back. Leliana found herself exhausted from the day traveling and her playtime with Mirra. She quickly drifted off with a smile on her face.
Author's note: Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed. And I know Shale is female, but she doesn't find out until the Anvil of the Void.
