A/N: So I've recently acquired two jobs and I'm doing university on top, so I've been time poor and money rich. But as my hours have slowed down (such is the life of a casual) I am not time rich and money poor (special thanks to my car for being so expensive) so I'm back onto writing. YEAH!
To Boomerang ehehehehehe oh, I know all about Greek mythology. It ends in tragedy. Always. O.O not that I'm saying that will happen, if that were the case, I would have marked it as- oh wait...
Cheers to my readers. I couldn't do this without you. No, really.
2. Kiss (naked)
Lauren awoke in the hotel, confused at the red and white curtain. They blurred in and out of focus, sometimes revealing the spidery thread, sewn on in a pattern. The red and white fluttered in a soft breeze, the curtains rising then falling gently against the thinly opened window.
It was night…or early morning. The lights of the city blacked out the stars, making it difficult to work out roughly what time it was.
Sitting up, she found herself haven fallen back against the pillow. She paused, blinking confused up at a ceiling. She wasn't awake yet, hadn't worked out right away that it wasn't her own inability to sit up that made her fall back.
There was a hand on her belly, firmly holding her down. Turning her head, she looked over to see Evony, her hair a mess from sleeping. "Stay," the woman grumbled. Her hand slipped from Lauren before she rolled over, falling back asleep.
"I need-"
"Stay," Evony repeated, this time her voice was muffled by the pillow.
"Shower?" Lauren suggested. "Breakfast?"
"It's four in the morning. You're not working today. Go to sleep, Lauren. It's an unreasonable hour to be awake."
Lauren sighed, relaxing the best she could in bed with the Morrigan. Not that it was about being in bed with the Morrigan, she'd been in bed with Evony before. But they hadn't slept. That'd been sex, some pillow talk, before Evony dressed and Lauren ended up…
But sleeping was a different matter. Frowning, Lauren tried to piece the events of the previous day together to understand how she got here. She vaguely remembered the attack, remembered Evony. Evony had been so nice too. She didn't remember the woman sliding into bed with her, however. She just remembered being put to bed.
"I can hear you thinking." Evony rolled over, blinking tiredly at Lauren. Lauren felt her breath pull, aware that she was privy to a moment that most people may never witness. Evony wasn't the type to do sleepovers at someone's house. Or allow them at her own. But here she was, her expression soft as she blinked at Lauren, cheeks red against brown skin, eyes blearily, and with her hair…
Lauren thought it would be best if she didn't mention the hair to her. "How long was I out?"
"Long enough," Evony slid a hand over Lauren's waist, pressing her forehead to Lauren's shoulder. Feeling the doctor tense beneath her, she paused. "Would you prefer if I-?"
"No, no, it's fine," she quickly spoke. "It's just…different."
Evony laughed, slipping a leg over Lauren. "Different, hmm? Perhaps something familiar should be in place."
Lauren smiled, feeling her heart rate kick up at the tease. "I think I'm supposed to be mad at you," Lauren said. Feeling bold, she lifted up a hand, slipping brown hair from Evony's face. The woman softened, closing her eyes.
"I can make up for that."
"I'm sure." Lauren hummed, looking up at the ceiling again. She allowed the pause to settle over, before whispering. "I appreciate what you did."
"It won't last," Evony replied. "You need to do something else. Ride a mechanical bull or something that makes you feel alive. Join an art class," she looked up at Lauren, placing her chin on the woman's arm. "I can teach you."
"I get the feeling 'teaching' from you would be all about anatomy."
"Depends on what you want your style to be. Begin with the basics, learn about form and tone. Eventually we'll look at the classics, the different styles through era, and then it's throwing you in the deep end."
"The deep end?" Lauren said.
"Find your style. Experiment. The best way to do any art, is to try out all the styles and see what works for you. Copy famous works, experiment with your own, whatever." She dropped her head against Lauren's arm again, shutting her eyes.
"Nadia was the artist, not me."
"Music then," Evony suggested. "You used to play the violin when you were young."
Lauren froze, looking at Evony. "How did you know that?"
Evony yawned, stretching against her. "I'm fae, darling. It's a gift." Oh, Lauren exhaled. She should have known that. Leanan Sídhe. She'd researched all their known gifts, and that included the ability to psychically know the history surrounding their feed's talents. It's what made Evony so good at her job. "You should pick up the violin again, or the piano."
"I hated the piano."
Evony laughed. "Remind me to show you mine, you might like that better than the one you grew up playing."
"Can you tell what I grew up playing?" Lauren asked.
"No," Evony smiled. "But I can take a guess."
Lauren blinked, becoming aware that she was still drawing her fingers through Evony's hair. The woman hadn't complained, so she supposed that for now, it was still in the realm of safe territory. Though inwardly, she knew that none of this behavior was platonic, and after yesterday, she was beginning to realize that maybe she didn't want things to be platonic.
She didn't want the sex, necessarily. It was sex she craved but the intimacy. She wanted that connection, the conversations that went on forever, the moments where Evony seemed to relax and Lauren seemed to feel like she was herself for the first time.
"You don't get goosebumps," Lauren said. She had an arm under Evony, her fingers moving from the Morrigan's hair, to drawing down the woman's shoulders.
"My body regulates temperature differently. I don't sweat either."
"How does your body regulate temperature?"
Evony laughed. "Oh no, I think I'll let you be the one to work that out. You are the scientist after all."
"Mm, well, I guess I'll have to study you closely," Lauren replied. She hadn't meant to let herself flirt the way she had, but the reply came out easily. Evony laughed again, the sound light as she looked up at her.
"Promises," she hushed. Then, adjusting herself to comfort again Lauren, she closed her eyes.
"How many hours do you require to sleep?"
"Less than a human, though scientists still debate how long a human is required to sleep."
"Depends on the type of sleep. People are different, overall it depends on how deep the sleep is. If they sleep for four hours, and it's deep, then they'll be fine. But if it's light and they're constantly waking up, it doesn't matter how little or much sleep they get. It isn't worth anything."
"Then I would assume that it's probably due to the fact that I can fall into a deep sleep easier than humans. But that's not something I care about. There's no study of leanan sídhe, like there is for humans. My kind is uncommon."
Lauren frowned, thinking about it. "Are your talents primarily creative, or can you-?"
"All talents," Evony said. "I prefer working within the creative industry, nothing more complex than that."
"The industry, or the live style?"
Evony hummed. "I do miss the lifestyle, but then I remember how much access people have with phones and the internet. I do not need my sex tape to go viral like Paris Hilton. Though, it's much easier to delete the internet history as the fae adapt with modern technology." Evony yawned, tilting her head further against Lauren. "Let me sleep for another hour, and then I'll…" she waved her hand, too lazy to finish the conversation.
Lauren understood. They'd get dressed, have breakfast, or whatever and then they'd part on their separate ways.
"Okay," she whispered.
"Good," Evony shut her eyes, making no effort to move away from Lauren. Lauren felt herself tense, forget how to breathe properly, and then slowly relax against her again.
With a terrible realization, she knew that regardless of Evony's wishes, Lauren was beginning to have feelings for the Morrigan. Hopefully, it would become no greater than infatuation before fading out all together when their relationship eventually bottomed out.
There was no future there, especially with Evony being the leader of the Dark Fae, and a woman who liked her position quite happily. Lauren was human. At the luckiest possibility, she may eventually become Evony's chattel, a pet eventually stripped of her dignity. But more likely than not, their relationship would exist until Evony grew bored and moved on.
Lauren knew that, she wasn't blind, wasn't tricking herself into the possibility of more. The problem was, that though logically she understood this, reality hadn't set in. If she was completely aware, she might untangle herself, slip out from the bed, dress and then leave to her apartment. She was lining herself up for heartache, a lot of guilt and more stress on her already stress-filled life.
It wasn't rational to continue the relationship. And yet…she was.
So she remained beneath Evony, content in trying to match her own breathing to the woman, before realizing that there was no humanly possible way that she could breathe the same inhale and exhale that Evony did. Evony's were slower and further apart. Which, Lauren already knew, but hadn't been in the position to try out herself until then.
As Evony slept, the breathing became slower, and it was only because her chest was pressed against Lauren's side that Lauren could count how long between inhale and exhale.
Lauren drifted briefly, waking to see red light filtering in the room as Evony shifted against her. Her mind was groggy, vaguely aware of where she was, what had happened and that for a moment, she'd drifted asleep thinking that the conversation she had before had been apart of that dream.
Blinking, Lauren looked down to see Evony just as tiredly blinking up at her. Not a dream. Her heart both dropped and sped up in the bittersweet revelation.
"Morning," Lauren whispered.
Evony smiled, sitting up as she ran a hand through her hair. "Ugh," she muttered, Untangling her fingers. "I used to have my hair shorter for this reason," she said. Then, turning to Lauren, she allowed a chuckle as the doctor sat up. "Though it looks like you have the same problem."
Lauren blinked, reaching up to touch her hair and feeling it sit like a bird's nest. "Shower," she mumbled. Stumbling out of the bed. She went for the bathroom first, emptying her bladder, before she caught a look in the mirror as she washed her hands. Her hair was worse than she first expected. It was big and fluffy, not unlike a dandelion. Squinting at it, she went for the complimentary toothbrush and toothpaste, brushing her teeth just to make at least her mouth feel better.
Then she climbed into the shower.
It was a good shower. A very good shower and she was tempted to stay in there forever had Evony not been in the bedroom, awaiting her own chance to shower.
Lauren climbed out, grabbed one of the white soft towels that had to be made of the fluffiest material to ever grace her skin, before realizing that she did not have clean clothes to put on. There was just the white cotton shirt she'd slept in, and underwear. Opening the bathroom door, Lauren peered out. "Are my…clothes there?"
Evony looked up, she was sitting on the end of the bed in black singlet and underwear. Her legs crossed as she read over room service.
"I sent them to be cleaned last night," she said. "I'll call and see if they're done."
"Okay, I'll just-"
"Don't put on dirty clothes again," Evony said. "There's dressing gown over there," she pointed to window side of the room.
Lauren sighed, bowing her head. Slowly, she slid open the bathroom door wider and made her way over to where the gown was. She tugged on the gown, dropping the towel to the floor, before knotting the belt over her waist. Evony's eyes flickered to hers momentarily before she grabbed the phone receiver.
Combing fingers through her hair, Lauren sat on the top of the bed, flicking on the television to watch the news.
"What do you want for breakfast?" Evony asked.
Lauren blinked, thinking about the question. "I don't know," she admitted. "Yoghurt and muesli will be fine."
Evony looked up at Lauren, frowning. "That doesn't sound very good."
"I didn't realize my health was so detrimental to you."
Evony leaned back on the bed, lying down with her head coming to where Lauren's thighs were, though two feet away away on Lauren's right. "Read this," she said, handing the food options to Lauren. Lauren took the paper, trying not to notice how far the singlet rose up on Evony's belly.
"You don't wear pajamas," she said instead. Evony laughed, staring up at the ceiling as Lauren busied herself with reading over the offered food. Pancakes was ruled out, but there was fruit salad offered. Scrambled eggs and bacon, omelette…
"Well I thought I might wear something, but no, I don't wear pajamas. I do, however, own some lingerie that could be classified as sleep wear, but I didn't think you'd take too kindly to that after our disagreement."
Lauren hummed, nodding. In honesty, she didn't know how she'd react.
But when Evony arched, stretching on the bed, it made it difficult to remember that Lauren was supposed to definitely be making her way home and not thinking about how good sex had been with her.
It wasn't that she even wanted sex. Or orgasms. In fact, with her head the way it was, she definitely could not take any of Evony's orgasms, giving or receiving. It was just that she was starving for human contact. Just lying in bed beside Evony had made her aware of how much she'd missed that, how empty her bed had been. In fact, ever since Evony had walked into her life at that party those months ago, Lauren had become aware of how little personal contact she had.
And how wonderful it'd been when she'd been offered it.
And Evony knew, she had to know how much she wanted it. Taking a breath, Lauren managed to make an order for food, before Evony went off to shower, taking the other dressing gown with her. When she returned out of the shower, her hair was damp, her expression brighter and the food had arrived.
The hotel room was nice, clean and tidy and probably cost an arm and a leg. The television was large, with a moderately sized lounge. There was a king sized bed, and a small table fitted with two chair that all sat easily inside of the room. No kitchenette, with the room's function not been made for the type of people who would make their own coffee and tea, Lauren supposed.
Still, it was nice. Even the window had a nice view over the city, and they were far enough up that the traffic was too distant to hear overall.
Evony read a magazine as Lauren watched the news, eating her breakfast slowly at the table across from the Morrigan. It was terribly domestic and Lauren didn't know what to think of the situation at all. When Evony had pushed her plate away and moved to just holding her coffee as she flicked through the magazine – no doubt filled her clients – Lauren cleared her throat nervously.
The Morrigan looked up at her expectantly and Lauren felt herself flush shyly. "I'm confused," she admitted. Then, smiling awkwardly, she explained quickly. "It's just that I don't understand understand why you brought me here, why not my apartment, or just take me to the hospital, or-"
"It's fae run," Evony said. "You'll heal better here. It's a sanctuary."
"Oh," Lauren whispered, "but why did you bring me here – I don't mean why, I mean-"
"Why here," Evony nodded. "Because you were ill. Lauren, I can smell the depression on you, you needed a change of scenery. I'm surprised the Ash hadn't noticed, though I suppose that you were placed in Ms Everett's care for her to oversee you, since under her care you flourished far more than you have in…" she stopped, frowning. "What's his name, the one with the nose."
"Cole Briar."
Evony's brows raised. "That's…an unusual name to pick."
"I know," Lauren sighed. It sounded made up, and probably was. Though it was his name now and she would respect it the best she could. "But I still don't understand why you care abut me."
"You're interesting," Evony shrugged. "Does there have to be some secret ulterior motive?"
"Yes."
Evony pursued her lips, considering her words carefully. "I enjoy our conversations. It's rare to meet an intellect who surpasses my own ability."
Lauren laughed, not at the compliment, but the way Evony made it sound like Lauren was only marginally better than herself. Nodding, Lauren took the compliment as it was. "Okay," she agreed. "But it can't just be that."
"I find interesting people Lauren, and I stay with them for lengths of periods at a time. You're rich in talent, think of it like being…"
"Catnip?" Lauren suggested, "With you being the cat," she added, before ducking her eyes away shyly. Her first morning thoughts weren't always as brilliant as they could be.
"I suppose," she shrugged, reclining back in the chair. "You are the poet to my muse, Lauren. I have no idea where our…relations will lead. It may end terribly, or it may just end mutually, but what I do know is that there is something fascinating about you and I have to know where it goes."
"Does this…happen often?"
"Every decade or so, I tend to find someone I find fascinating enough to have a long-term connection with, however that may be," Evony said. "More often than not, I attempt to seduce or employ them under my control, but there are the odd few who are as resilient as ever. I think you're one of them."
Lauren laughed, humored by the turn of conversation. "Care to name any of the others?"
"No," Evony said, smiling playfully. "But if you happened to guess one, I am bound not to lie to you."
Lauren smiled wider, thinking of all the people who'd be interesting enough. "Give me time and I'll come up with a list," she said.
Evony laughed this time, nodding her head. "Alright, if that's what you prefer."
"I need the time," Lauren said, the playfulness overruling her defensive streak. "I don't want to just list random people and have you laugh at me!"
"Ah, is that it? I promise to withhold my laughter the best I can, then."
"Liar."
"I'm bound not to lie, remember?" Evony smiled. But as a pause fell over them, the expression shifted. Evony took a breath as she stared at Lauren. "When you leave the hotel, your health will drop to the state it was in before," she said. "I'm telling you this so you're aware that you're currently under the influence of the fae who runs this hotel."
Lauren paused, blinking. "How much?" she asked.
"Not much, less than if I were to affect you, but enough to nudge your mood."
"I see."
"Do you understand why I'm telling you this?"
"Yes." Lauren paused, looking down at her coffee. Her good mood hadn't vanished, but it lessened. Aware of it, Lauren knew that had she been outside of the motel, even with a healthier mental state, her mood would have plummeted drastically. "How long can I stay here?" Lauren asked, hating how vulnerable the question sounded.
"The Ash will notice your presence missing tomorrow, so I would suggest that this evening you return to your apartment."
Lauren nodded. Then, smiling, she looked up at Evony. "What about you?" she asked. "When do you have to return to work?"
"Tomorrow," she said. "It's…well let's call it my day off."
Lauren tilted her head, not believing that leading the Dark Fae would actively have a rostered day off, or even time off in general. If anything, it would be likely that Evony was on call twenty-four, seven. But rather than question Evony, Lauren poked at her food, occupying her attention shortly before she deflated.
"So…" Lauren said. "Let me get this straight. You want a relationship between us but not feelings."
"Out of the blue question, but yes," Evony said.
Lauren tilted her head, confused. "I don't understand."
"It's simple, don't fall in love."
"No, I get that, I just don't understand why? I would have thought having people in love with you would make it easier to control them."
"However you think of me, I'm not that type of person, Lauren." Evony sighed, taking a sip of coffee.
"Well, okay. It's just that I'd assume that you'd be adored, worshipped by them and everything you've ever told me about yourself leads me to believe that that is something of your style."
Evony frowned. "I don't have an issue with most people being in love with me. I have an issue with you being in love with me."
"Why?" Lauren recoiled. "What's different about me?"
"You're important," Evony shrugged. "If you were focusing on me, your talents would deplete, your focus wouldn't be on what you're good at. Well…" Evony smiled, making it clear where her thoughts laid, "Aside from one or two things, but you have plenty of other skills as well."
Lauren shook her head. "I don't buy it. I'm sure that is part of it, but there has to be more to it."
"There is, but I'd prefer we don't go into it today," Evony said. "Besides, a young, genius mind such as yours should be able to work it out." Evony smiled at her. "Any particular reason why you asked?"
"No," Lauren shook her head.
"Liar."
"Can't prove it."
"Oh, but I can. Out of respect for you, I won't." Evony smiled. Had she poked her tongue out of her, Lauren would not have been surprised. The impish look on her face made it look almost possible.
"There a moments," Lauren felt herself start to speak, "where I keep expecting you to jump out and say 'April fools'."
"Rest assure, I was never was one for that holiday."
"But…" Lauren took a breath, her chest tightening in fear of exposing too much, "if this isn't some joke, how you treat me, then it's something far sinister and it's actually terrifying. You're going to hurt me."
"I am," Evony agreed. "But not for the reasons you think."
"Then what reasons?"
Evony placed down the coffee mug, standing up. Lauren felt her stomach flip as she was lifted onto her feet. She didn't know what to expect, didn't know what she wanted to happen. No, that was a lie, she knew what she wanted.
Evony leant forward, closing in on space. Lauren could feel one arm around her waist, and a hand in hers. She didn't know if she expected to dance or melt or what. But Evony pressed forward, their foreheads touching and Lauren exhaled, a shiver casting down her spine as she felt fingers slide over the white robe.
"What do you want Lauren?" Her head tilted back, lips open to nearly touch over hers.
"I…"
"Tell me what you want." There were two hands on her waist now, and she could feel the dressing gown slowly being pulled open. Cold air seeped through the gap in the material, brushing against Lauren's skin and making her arch. "We have the day."
"Not sex," Lauren whispered. "Not…quite. I mean, I want-" she stopped. Frustrated with herself and the inability to find the words.
"I know what you what you want," Evony teased. "But you're going to have to say it out loud."
Lauren whimpered, the sound catching in her throat as she blinked up at Evony. They were close, so close and the Morrigan was going to hold them there forever if she didn't do something. Instead of waiting, or worse, answering, Lauren just went for her instead.
Her cheeks were hot and she didn't want to embarrass herself further. It was easier just to lead. Just to tug the gown from Evony's body, feel it tugged from her own, the material slipping down her arms and her back before dropping to the floor. Then she could push Evony back onto the bed.
But she didn't want sex. It wasn't about sex and Evony understood that. Her mouth was responsive and slow, eager to ease Lauren's energy level to a relaxed state as she kissed her while against the bed.
Though, it was her hands that slid over Lauren, over her sides and back, down her thighs. They clutched at her hips, dragged down over her spine and brushed through her hair. Lauren didn't know how long it lasted, but long enough that whatever had previously twisted uncomfortably inside of her, seemed to evaporate into the netherworld.
She was beginning to grow feelings towards Evony; warm, hot feelings that were inappropriate for some practical reason Lauren couldn't quite fathom when she was being kissed like this. It wasn't about her happiness, Evony was selfish enough to disregard Lauren's wellbeing for her own needs. It was something else.
Something that Lauren didn't care to figure out right now.
Not as she kissed Evony, kissed her hard and slow, or quick and soft, or a mix of betweens and all the aboves. She wanted Evony's touch, wanted her hands, and when her thigh slid high between Evony's legs, she felt her own desire begin to pool noticeably between her own.
"Not here," Evony said, pulling away. "Only because I don't want another spat between us so soon," she teased.
Lauren laughed, she laughed and maybe it was due to the fae, but she laughed, and she kissed Evony, and it was warm and soft and it was her body against another person's and she could just pretend that everything was okay.
Evony laughed, pressing her mouth to the mid of Lauren's back. Lauren paused, taking a breath and exhaled. It was lunch time. There had been food, she remembered. But now there was just lots of different drinks, none of which were alcoholic.
She was sure she should feel either fortunate or unfortunate towards that situation. But for some reason, she just felt really distracted. Not just from Evony's lips, or from the fingertips sinking into her hips. There was something in her head humming. It felt warm and sure, and later she knew, it would terrify her. In the hotel, she only felt curious.
"Is this still under 'not having sex'?" Lauren asked. She hissed in a breath, feeling teeth scrape over her flesh before a tongue slide over mark. Okay. She nodded, not sure if she was agreeing or allowing or what. Remembering where her thoughts laid previously, she continued. "This feels a lot like sex."
"I'll remind you what sex feels like later."
"That sounds like I should be worried." Evony moved, pressing the length of her body over Lauren's, before leaning over her shoulder to kiss the doctor's lips.
"Be very afraid," she teased, kissing her again. "Just think of all the years I've had practice learning every inch of a woman's body."
"You know," Lauren said. "When I first saw you, I thought you had more of an interest with men."
Evony laughed. Sliding off Lauren, she moved beside her. Lauren turned to face her, wincing at the movement. "Something wrong?" Evony asked.
"Nope," Lauren replied quickly, keeping a straight face. They both knew that Lauren was beyond aroused. Her thighs were damp and it was only midday.
Evony smiled, then closed her eyes, taking a breath. "I have no gender preference overall. I do prefer men some days, women other, amongst other genders. But the world is too big, too grande to limit yourself. Why not sleep with as many interesting people as possible and see what happens."
"The threat of STI's does seem stop some people," Lauren pointed out. "It's easier to have safe sex if you both know you're clean."
Evony smiled wider. At first, Lauren didn't understand, then it clicked.
"Bullshit!" Lauren said.
"Perks of being fae, I heal, and I really do mean heal. I've never had a cold or the flu. Never got the black plague…" Evony's eyes fluttered as she rolled onto her back. "Not all fae of course are like that. Some just have accelerated healing, making them less prone to disease. Some have the same or weaker immune systems. We are diverse, as you are aware. I'm just one of the luckier ones."
Lauren's mind was still focused on an earlier statement. "You were there when the black plague was rampant.?"
"Honey, it was everywhere. You couldn't avoid it if you tried, and believe me, I tried."
Evony in medieval England. Or Europe. Wherever. She'd know more history, have the facts that most people didn't. The true history of the world without the whitewashing, homophobia, ableism and sexism erasing people from history. "You are the most fascinating person," Lauren said. "The history you have is just…"
"If you only saw the collection I had in half a dozen of my vaults, you'd never leave," Evony teased. "And somehow I get the feeling that I could give you the best orgasm of your life, and you'd be more focused on my journals."
"Journals?" Lauren questioned.
Evony sighed, smiling at Lauren. "I'm going to give you the best orgasm of your life, then one of my journals and see which one you prefer."
"Journals," Lauren said quickly, teasing her. "I don't care for best orgasm ever. I've had some mind blowing ones already, so whatever you wanted to give me would probably make my heart stop."
Evony pausing, considering the thought before shrugging. "That's something I'll have to test out."
"You plan to kill me with an orgasm."
"Well, it would be the perfect murder. COD would come under 'heart failure'. Nothing would trace back to me. No war on my hands…this is a good idea."
"So you plan to kill me," Lauren sighed playfully. "What ever will I do?"
"No idea," Evony shrugged. "I suppose you'll have to make it up to me. Change my mind and stop me before I decide to kill you."
Lauren hummed, considering the ways she could do that when Evony arched. "You know," Lauren said. "The fae affect my mood positively, right? They're not affecting my libido."
"They don't," Evony agreed.
"Well, I was thinking that then maybe…"
Evony quirked an eyebrow, watching Lauren sit up shyly shrugging. "What would you like, Doctor?" she asked, a smile peeling over her face.
"Even if I was in a bad mood, I think this morning would have progressed as it had," she said. "But I mean, I would…like…"
"Yes?"
"It's just that you got to hear me get off. To myself. And I was thinking that…." She trailed off, watching where Evony's fingers slipped towards.
"You were thinking?"
"I was," Lauren nodded. She forgot where the thought was going. No, she knew where it was going and it lead to exactly what Evony was about to do, but the words that she had to ask had disappeared, and she was left dumb as a hand slipped over Evony's pubic mound, and then, somewhat disappointedly, over her thigh.
Lauren exhaled, looking up at the Morrigan.
Evony sat up, pressing herself against the bed head, legs together as she stared at Lauren. "Ask," she demanded.
"No," Lauren replied. "I'm not giving in to your power games. You know what I want, you-" she stopped, watching the thighs spread. Okay, yes.