Siuan sighed as the heat trickled over her skin and pooled in the hollows of her body. Moiraine poured meticulously, brow slightly furrowed, taking it as seriously as she did with everything. Siuan had never met anyone so meticulous. She let herself relax under the spell of approaching dusk as the other woman reverently dipped her head and let her tongue slide leisurely over and around, lapping up every drop nestled in the offered navel. Moiraine was the only person privileged to know every inch of the Amyrlin Seat and took advantage of it in the rare moments that she could. She liked the taste of Siuan's skin, always tinged with salt, no matter how many long, lonely years since she'd lived by the water. Siuan dreamt of the water and her father often, Moiraine knew that. The nets she surrounded herself with, the ones she muddled out the tangles from kept her grounded. Moiraine could not relate to such memories. She barely looked back on where she came from, always seeking for the next horizon.
Siuan wanted to keep these moments, catch them in one of her nets to release every lonely night to indulge in. She could never tire of the depths of Moiraine's imagination, the quick clever way she turned the tables on her, for their eyes only. Sincere, genuine Moiraine, key to Siuan's heart. Drinker of heavy ale, owner of truthful heart, possessor of a manner both reserved and revealing. Few could interpret that better than Siuan. She groaned as long strong fingers caressed her clit, dipping further down, into her secret space that nobody but the woman lying in front of her could go. She raised her hips to take more of her. How she missed this. How she ached for that blinding touch, seared into her skin by the deepest darkest magic.
Moiraine sighed as she licked off the last few morsels of chocolate. It tasted better on skin. Siuan was soaking wet, eager for her touch. Moiraine stroked her teasingly, revelling in the taut arousal fluttering around her fingers. Siuan's forefinger crept up and wiped a drop of chocolate from her lips. Moiraine opened her mouth and let her in, slowly sucking the sweetness from her fingertip, igniting a sharp, almost painful spark that shot between them, as instinctive as their bond. Moiraine's slight smile bordered on a little naughty. Siuan liked that. Nobody else had ever looked at her like that.
As those deft fingers delved further, harder, faster, Siuan ceased to think and just let herself fall further into an ecstasy of oblivion. Just the way her lover wanted her to. Sometimes Siuan just needed to be told what to do and only Moiraine could be that woman.
