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It was finally quiet, the last echo from the excited chattering of their friends over dinner had just slipped free from her mind. Laudna excused herself after dinner and cited a need to pick something up from Fearne, so their room was also quiet. It was strange. That quiet. Being alone in her head and alone in their room was just as comfortable as it was oppressive, and she found herself longing for Laudna’s company. She always wanted Laudna’s company, to be fair, but so many things had happened these last few days. When were things not happening? She sighed and flopped face-first onto the mattress.
“Are you tired, darling?” Laudna asked, her voice light.
“Nah, just thinking,” Imogen said, but Laudna shut the door gently anyway.
“Do you want to talk, or do you want a distraction?”
Imogen was either blessed or cursed, she decided, as she turned her head to see Laudna with her hair down in the corset she’d bought her and very little else. Her eyes followed the gentle slope of Laudna’s waist, the delicious expanse of skin just above the sheerest skirt she’d ever seen. Ah, that was what she was getting from Fearne, Imogen would bet anything. She felt her fingertips itching to sink into the soft skin of Laudna’s hips. What she wouldn’t do to sink her teeth into that pretty, elegant neck of hers…
“Imogen?”
“Fuck talking,” she whispered hoarsely as she shoved herself off the bed and swept Laudna up in her arms.
She kissed her, ravenous, feeling Laudna grin victoriously against her lips, until Laudna stepped back and placed a hand on Imogen’s heaving chest.
“Laud?”
“Hush, darling, and follow what I say, all right?” she whispered against the soft skin just below Imogen’s ear.
Imogen thought very briefly back to the first time they’d played this game. It didn’t happen often; it couldn’t happen often. These nights with just the two of them were a luxury these days, but it was one Imogen was thrilled to enjoy. She nodded as Laudna pushed her gently until her legs hit the edge of the bed.
“Sit,” Laudna said, smiling at her devilishly, “and don’t touch. Do you think you could do that for me, darling?”
Imogen nodded again and clenched her hands at her side.
“You’re such a good listener,” she said, brushing her lips against the underside of Imogen’s jaw.
She would not whimper, not this early. She would not—
Laudna didn’t touch her, but she watched transfixed as Laudna began to touch herself. Those long, elegant fingers of hers dipped into the waistband of that skirt, and gods could Imogen see every movement her hand was making. Laudna stepped between Imogen’s legs close enough for Imogen to feel her breathe, close enough to feel the brushing of that playful hand against her own stomach. She wanted to be that hand. Her hands twitched at her side; every ounce of control she had was already dangerously close to slipping. Laudna tilted Imogen’s chin up to look at her with her free hand.
Every time she looked at Laudna, she was in awe of her beauty, but now with Laudna tilting her chin back to meet her gaze as she stood between her legs? She wanted to prostrate herself on the ground and let Laudna do whatever she wanted to her. The ends of Laudna’s silken dark hair brushed over her bare arms, sending goosebumps down her spine.
“Take off my corset for me?” she asked as she turned.
Imogen began undoing the fastenings with trembling fingers, and Laudna was gentlewoman enough not to comment on how long it took. The skirt was also, unfortunately for Imogen’s rapidly dissolving resolve, just as sheer on the back side as it had been on the front. Oh gods, the lace! Did Fearne buy her lace?
“Uh uh, darling,” Laudna said teasingly. “Hands to yourself except under my instructions.”
The corset slipped to the floor, and Imogen was greeted with Laudna’s bare back. She loved tracing the constellations of freckles with her fingers and lips, making Laudna squirm and giggle. Maybe Laudna would let her touch her once time if she beg—
Laudna turned around. All of Imogen’s thoughts were obliterated; judging by the soft smirk on Laudna’s face, she knew it too and stepped closer still. She could have taken one of Laudna’s nipples in her mouth if she’d just let her. It also had the added benefit of Imogen being at the perfect level to watch Laudna brush her fingers over those nipples.
“You’re being so good for me,” Laudna murmured. “So very good. I think you deserve a reward.”
Imogen nodded. Laudna took one of Imogen’s hands in her own, guiding it to her nipple. At Laudna’s reassuring nod, Imogen teased her, gently rolling one and dancing over the other, obsessed with how responsive Laudna was to this simple touch. Laudna slipped her hand back into her skirt as Imogen continued, and, oh. She could feel the back of Laudna’s hand as she began to touch herself again. Could she tell how absolutely drenched Imogen was already too?
“Imogen,” she murmured. “So good.”
Imogen felt her cheeks warm with praise and desire as Laudna took Imogen’s other hand in her own and guided it between her legs. Laudna was wet, so wet. She whimpered.
“What do you want, Imogen?”
“Please,” was all she could say.
Laudna took Imogen’s hand away from beneath her skirt, ghosting her lips over the hammering pulse in Imogen’s neck. “What do you want, Imogen?”
“To touch you?”
“Is that a question?”
“To touch you,” Imogen said definitively, but Laudna didn’t release her hand yet.
“Is that all you want to do? Just touch?”
She looked up at Laudna through a haze of want. “No?”
“What do you want, darling?” Laudna asked again, taking Imogen’s fingers into her mouth and licking the black ichor off them one by one.
“To fuck you,” she finally gasped out. “Please, Laudna.”
“Show me how badly you want to fuck me then, Imogen.”
Laudna blessedly released her hand, and Imogen wasted no time, groaning as Laudna straddled her lap. She dipped her fingers ever so slightly inside her, unable to stop herself from grinning victoriously as Laudna’s hips rocked forward in desperation. This was a reward for both of them. They earned it. They’d been so, so good. Imogen leaned in to capture one of Laudna’s nipples in her mouth as she continued her teasing strokes. She could feel Laudna get more restless the longer the teasing went on, her fingers never quite going where Laudna expected them to or wanted them to. Another dip into her. Another quick swipe across her deliciously sensitive clit.
“I thought you said you wanted to fuck me, Imogen Temult,” Laudna growled, “so fucking do it.”
Imogen kissed her thoroughly as she obeyed. It felt so good to be able to fuck her without restraint, without worrying about other people nearby, but she still hungrily swallowed Laudna’s moans as she sank her fingers into her. Laudna didn’t even wait for Imogen to start moving before she began riding her fingers, gasping into Imogen’s neck.
“More,” Laudna whimpered, “more, more, more.”
Imogen slipped a third inside of her, a tidal wave of arousal almost knocking her flat as Laudna whined with satisfaction. She could feel Laudna’s nails bite into the soft skin of her shoulder, her waist, as her movements became more frenzied, desperate. Imogen met her thrust for thrust as she leaned in to scrape her teeth gently across Laudna’s nipple.
“Fuck, Imogen, please.”
Imogen’s eyes flared white momentarily as she put more power into her movements, leaving sloppy kisses all over Laudna’s chest. Laudna came chanting her name once, twice, and Imogen had barely caught her breath when Laudna all but ripped her shorts off her, desperate to make her come too.
“Fuck.”