adsom: reunions

[queensland]

Too much. It was too much.

Neria had slipped into the dark with incredible ease, buried herself in it so she could escape from her trial and from everything else. She jumped through the layers of the world - the dark, the fissures of other realms, a deeper dark she had no name for - and as she went, the world seemed to simply shimmer away. Neria fell through the layers of the realms and Cassian screamed for her. Rather than fight, she simply allowed herself to fall away from the world.

And as she came back out, she stepped from the shadows of an alley, breathless, leaning against the stone. Her eyes adjusted to the gloom as if she'd gone from dusk to twilight and she waited there a moment, pressing the heels of her hands to her eyes until she saw dancing spots. Her chest felt like it was collapsing in on itself.

Cassian whispered to her, cajoling, and she finally came back to herself.

And she was not in Emorr.

The street was unfamiliar. As she stretched her senses through the shadows, she realized that...nothing was familiar here. She'd come out elsewhere in her fit and Neria moved from the alley to quickly begin exploring, keeping to the shadows cautiously.

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[unabatedly]

She turned her face into his fingers, leaning into them for but a few brief moments. And then she brushed her lips against them, tender despite what they'd done. Neria's gaze never left Kell's, unabashed and fond all at once on him. Slowly, her hands roamed upwards. She took his face gently between them, cradling.

"You aren't going to take advantage of me." Her thumbs brushed over his cheeks. Softly, she told him, "I used to think...it's just a body. It means so little if someone hurts me. They can't touch my heart." Which was what she told herself over and over again in the dungeons. They could burn her or hurt her, but it was only a body. It was when they could have killed Cassian that she gave in.

Her hand drifted lower, cupping his neck, fingers stroking over the column of pale skin in admiration. "Even so, I know you won't hurt me unless I ask you to." She leaned in to kiss him, the first press soft, almost chaste. "And I won't deny you anything." Not his pleasure, not her body. Not her heart. He could have all of it.

[londonbridged]

"You could ask me to," Kell murmured against her lips, surprised again at how soft they were, how warm and pliant and real against his own. The feeling of her fingers, addicting on his skin.

He leaned into those touches, wound one of her dark curls round his fingers, soft gentle tugs as he brought them back to the present.

"And I would, and in the same breath I would stop. At your word."

So many orders, over the years, leaving it ingrained in him -- but the ones he wanted nothing more than to follow were the ones who would never seek power over him.

[unabatedly]

"I know," she told him, leaning into him. Briefly, she smiled, the expression warm. "I know you would. No one else has my trust like you do." Neria tangled their legs together a little more deliberately, that Kell might be pressed directly against the flat of her abdomen. "And I would do the same for you."

And for a moment, she was silent, though that latch of her leg alone said she was ready for more - and she almost seemed like she wished to. But there was one more thing.

Neria turned her head, brushed their lips together a bit more heatedly this time, and then murmured against his mouth: "What do you want me to do to you, Kell." Her hands fell, found his hips, squeezing. "Right now."

[londonbridged]

Though Kell hadn't precisely lost any of his enthusiasm, the way she pressed against him, trapped the length of him between their bodies, made him take a quick breath between his teeth. It sounded like a low hiss, lost between the hangings of the bed.

As Neria hitched her leg more securely around him, Kell fell deeper into her kiss, taking his hand from her hair to run it down the curve of her spine, fingertips tracing the dip in the small of her back, urging her closer. He was damp, just barely, against her skin.

Do to you.

"Torn," Kell answered, like a growl in the back of his throat, working to get his breath back. "Between two things. One- your mouth on me-" and he chased that remark with his lips, a soft, sure flick of his tongue as he kissed her, "or two, to rub-" breathless, he reached down between them to wrap his fingers around his cock, dragging the tip down along her skin until the head of him slid between her legs, rubbed over her clit.

"Right here, until you can't help but need me inside."