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Moiraine resists sleeping. Only when she has to, when she can no longer fight it. When her weavings get a little messier and a little sloppier and her mind wanders to Siuan a little too often, then she sleeps. Because when she sleeps, she dreams. She dreams of a lot of things. But mostly, she dreams of Siuan. She hates it. It's all so gentle and she's lonely, but she's so incredibly angry, and it's all tangled up inside her.
And then there’s Lanfear. She knows that Lanfear is just waiting for her moment to strike, to sneak into her head when she's sleeping and slit her throat or choke her to death. She’d rather avoid all of that.
But sleep comes. Moiraine Sedai can do a lot but even she cannot defeat sleep, and with that sleep, so come the dreams.
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She's standing in front of a hut by the edge of the water, a fishnet tangling around her bare foot as she walks to the door. It’s open. She immediately notices Siuan sitting on the edge of the bed - their bed - weaving ropes together. She's wearing a white strapless dress that looks similar to what she was wearing the last time they were here together. Perhaps a little too similar. This isn’t real, her mind immediately tells her. Moiraine ignores it. It feels real. Maybe that is enough.
When she walks inside, Siuan looks up at her. “There you are.”
Moiraine opens her mouth to reply, but the sight of Siuan catches her off guard. She looks so peaceful, so beautiful, and it's all so perfect she wishes she could freeze the wheel and stay in this moment forever.
“I've been waiting for you.” Siuan gestures beside her. “Sit.”
Moiraine hesitates, frozen in her spot. This is too good to be true. The fabric of her light blue gown flows around her legs. It's so soft it almost aches. She doesn't deserve soft and flowy, she deserves dark and painful. She certainly doesn’t deserve Siuan's presence. Whether she is really here or not.
She still goes to sit down beside her. At the end of the day, this is Siuan, and she was never truly able to resist her. “What are you doing here?”
“I am here because of you, my love.” Siuan smiles. “You know that.”
Moiraine swallows. “This isn't real.” She whispers. It’s not a question. Her fingers caress Siuan’s face as if she’s trying to memorise it - and if this isn't real, why does it feel like it is? “You're not really here.”
“Does that matter?”
Moiraine opens her mouth, but no words come out. Does it? “I guess not.” She whispers. “But when I wake up-”
“I’ll be here tomorrow night.” Siuan puts the netting down in her lap. “I’ll wait for you.”
“It’s not the same.” She whispers, tears threatening to spill when Siuan reaches for her hand. “You should be with me. Out there.” And she was so mad before, but she can't for the life of her remember what she was so angry about. All she remembers is how alone she feels. How much she needs Siuan in her corner. Someone who gets it.
Moiraine thinks maybe Siuan stopped loving her after the Waygate. But she needs her friend.
“It’s okay.” Siuan cups her cheek. Her thumb catches on her bottom lip and it all feels so achingly familiar that she could almost convince herself this isn’t a dream. “I’ll be much safer here.”
Moiraine laughs. “In this room?”
“Tucked away in your dreams.”
Moiraine smiles sadly. “I suppose.” Her gaze wanders. “What if you die while I’m away?”
Siuan shrugs. “Then you’ll always have me in here, won’t you?”
Their eyes meet again. A tear rolls down Moiraine’s cheek. “I’m sorry I failed you.”
“Nonsense.” Siuan says. “None of that in here.”
Siuan picks up the netting. She fiddles with it. Moiraine stares at her for a while, lost in thought. She frowns when she notices the netting. “Is my fantasy of you this flawed?” She chuckles.
“I’m sorry?”
Moiraine shrugs. “It’s just… the netting. It’s not-” She looks around the room. A suspicion starts gnawing at her thoughts. Ignore it, she thinks.
“Nothing.” She says. She’s mostly trying to convince herself of that. “I mean, the knots are wrong.”
“I am in your head, Moiraine, not the other way around.”
She considers it. It is true. Maybe her mind just got sloppy. Maybe she can believe that. But then she looks at Siuan and she stares at the room and she’s so aware of herself, it all feels so vivid and tangible and real and-
And in a way, maybe it is.
“Siuan would know how to make those knots.”
“This is a dream.” She says again, more demanding.
“Siuan knows how to make those knots in my dreams, too.”
“Does she now?” ‘Siuan’ tilts her head. She sighs. “And I tried so hard to study her.”
The realisation hits Moiraine. She swallows the lump in her throat away. “Lanfear.”
In the next moment, Siuan disappears. Moiraine looks around. The room seems empty, but she knows she isn't alone. “What do you want?” She calls out.
She hears a laugh. “You know what I want.” She catches Lanfear across the hut, leaning against the wall. She’s dressed in all black. Moiraine hates to admit it, but it suits her. And thank the Light it isn't Siuan's face she's wearing anymore. “But this isn't about that. This is a… hobby.”
“You have time for that? What, in between the torture and the torment of Rand you make time for me?”
“Oh yes.” Lanfear moves back from the wall. Her fingers run over a cupboard. “Don’t tell anyone, but you are by far my favourite.”
“Liar.” She wants to get up from her spot. Their height difference in these positions makes her seem so weak and inferior - which, let's be honest, in here she is - but she can't find the movement. “Everyone knows the Dragon is your favourite.”
Lanfear only chuckles. “Maybe.” She tangles her fingers in a fishnet, and Moiraine has to fight the urge to snatch it from her. “Aren't you going to ask me why?”
“Why what?”
“Why you are my favourite.”
“No.” Moiraine meets her eyes, but her gaze is unsteady.
“Why not?”
“Because you really want me to.”
That seems to get to her. “Fine.” She drops the net. “Rand may be the Dragon, that much is true, but Rand's mind…” she lets out a heavy sigh. “It's just so dreadfully boring.”
“You're here because you find his dreams boring?”
“Yes.” Lanfear stares directly into her eyes. “Most of the time, he dreams of Egwene and the Two Rivers. It's all so disgustingly happy. Unless I interfere, of course.” She makes her way over to Moiraine. “Whereas you…” She crouches down in front of her. “If I let your fantasy run free… wow. The things your mind comes up with to torment itself are better than anything I could ever do to you.”
Lanfear's hand moves to her jaw. Moiraine grabs her wrist before she can touch her. She digs her nails into the skin. Sure, she might not have access to the Source in here, but she's learned how to survive without it. Her nails draw blood, and she knows this isn't real, knows Lanfear is not really bleeding and that she's only showing her what she wants her to see, but Moiraine still revels in it.
“There it is.” Lanfear says in response. “There's that delicious darkness I've been seeing in you.”
Moiraine pulls her hand away, startled. The blood is under her fingernails. Lanfear gets up. She could heal the wounds on her wrist, but she doesn’t. She lets Moiraine see the damage she's caused. Lets her feel it.
Moiraine’s hand instinctively moves to the knife next to her on the bed, the one previously in Siuan's - no, Lanfear's - hand. She slips it in her palm. Lanfear doesn’t seem to notice. “Why are you here, Lanfear?” She stands up with a newfound courage. The knife won't save her, she knows that, but the illusion of safety is enough for now. “You come in here wearing Siuan’s face to - what? To torture me? Because you're bored?”
Lanfear laughs. “Oh Moiraine. You still don’t get it, do you?”
“Get what?”
“I know everything you've ever dreamed of. Every dark little crevice in your mind, I have seen. This is just a way to pass the time.” They're standing face to face now. “And I think we both know if I really wanted to torture you, I would’ve worn Elaida’s face and taken you to your old room in the White Tower.”
Moiraine’s blood runs cold at the mention of that name. “What did you just say?”
“I said if I really wanted you to suffer-”
Moiraine doesn’t let her finish. She slams Lanfear’s body into the wall, the blade that was previously on the bed with the fishnet against her throat. “Don’t you dare use that against me.”
“Isn't it crazy how after all the danger you faced, she is the one who still haunts you? Who still manages to shake you?”
In response, Moiraine only digs the blade further into Lanfear's neck.
Lanfear laughs. “If you think this will impress me, think again.”
“I will rip your throat out.”
“You know it won’t stick.” Lanfear leans her head forward, pressing her throat against the blade. It draws blood. “But go ahead.”
Moiraine considers her options. She could do it. Kill Lanfear. She could also jam the knife into her own hand. Maybe the pain will wake up her body. She could try to run, though she knows Lanfear controls this place; she couldn’t get away if she tried.
“Do it, Moiraine.” Lanfear’s voice has dropped an octave and it sounds so seductive it makes her mind wander to the other things she could do to Lanfear. “Think of how good it will feel.”
And Moiraine is so wrapped up in her own thoughts, she wonders if Lanfear is still talking about murder, and before she can really think about it she’s leaning in - they’re both leaning in - and their lips interlock.
They kiss. It’s messy. It’s all tongue and teeth and Moiraine is still digging the blade into Lanfear’s throat until blood is dripping down her chest. Lanfear bites at her bottom lip. Moiraine pulls away with a gasp, licks her lip and tastes iron, but then she leans back in. She lets Lanfear lick the blood from her teeth and then she thrusts the knife into Lanfear’s neck.
Hot liquid runs down her arms and Lanfear’s lifeless body drops to the ground. Except before it hits the floor, she disappears, taking the knife with her. Moiraine looks around. She’s out of breath. Her lip is still bleeding. Where did she go? Did she really-
When she turns around, Lanfear lunges at her. She slams her into the wall with so much power it knocks the air from Moiraine’s lungs. While she’s gasping for air, Lanfear whispers, “that was not a very nice thing to do”, into her ear and runs her tongue down her neck.
“Oh but you were right.” Control your breathing, Moiraine. “It felt really good.”
“I should kill you for that.”
“So why haven’t you?” She asks, her voice thin from a lack of air.
“Because I’m not done with you.”
And then they’re kissing again. The barrier of the blade is gone and Moiraine feels strangely vulnerable without it, but she has little space in her mind to dwell on it. Her mouth falls open and welcomes Lanfear’s tongue perhaps a little too eagerly, but she doesn’t dwell on that, either.
This isn’t like with Siuan. This is all tongue and teeth and blood. It’s messy and painful and it is exactly what she needs. She needs to suffer. She deserves that.
When she moves away, she’s gasping for air again. Lanfear has her curls tangled around her fist. She pulls. “Tell me, Moiraine.” She leans in, her breath like fire against her skin. “Who do you hate more; me or yourself?”
Moiraine lets out a noise that she can only define as a growl, furious as she grabs Lanfear's face. Her hands leave smears of blood across her skin.
Lanfear grins. “I think that answers it.”
Moiraine's only response is to kiss her, roughly, and she hopes it will hurt. Lanfear presses her knee between her thighs. Moiraine pushes her away. “Not-” she whimpers when Lanfear applies more pressure on her leg. “Not in here.”
Lanfear tilts her head. “This place isn't real.”
“I said, not in here.”
This place is sacred, dream or no dream.
Lanfear sighs. “You Aes Sedai are so sentimental.” She rolls her eyes, but she gives in.
In the blink of an eye the room around them has changed. It's dark. Moiraine doesn't recognize anything. It must be from Lanfear's memory, she thinks, but she can't be bothered to wonder too much because she’s all too aware of the knee that’s still between her legs. She leans in, but Lanfear pulls away. “Uh uh.” She shakes her head. Her lips move to Moiraine's ear instead. “Move.” She says - demands - and as she speaks, she pressed her knee up further.
Moiraine complies, fear and anger and arousal coiling in the pit of her stomach. She rolls her hips against the knee between her legs, her breath catching in her throat.
“Again.”
She does.
“Again.” Lanfear watches her. “Faster.”
Moiraine keeps rolling her hips, trying to move slowly, trying to make it seem like she’s still in control, but the ache between her legs is only getting worse under Lanfear’s gaze. The friction of the fabric of Lanfear’s dress against her clit feels delicious. She’s staring up into her eyes. Her breath stutters.
Lanfear grins. “How long do you think it’ll take me to make you come like this?”
Moiraine whimpers. She feels like she’s under water. The words she’s saying seem so far away. “You’re not exactly doing much, are you?” She replies once she’s found her voice again. It’s stupid. She holds no control here. But she can’t let her get away with everything.
Lanfear steps away from her at once. “Alright.”
Moiraine’s hips still, her body aching from the loss of contact. “What are you-”
“Get on the bed.” Lanfear interrupts her. “Before I change my mind.” She then adds, like an afterthought.
Moiraine moves slowly, her dress slipping down her shoulder.
“I honestly can’t believe how she put up with you.” Lanfear pauses. “Although, I guess it was easy for her considering you didn’t see much of each other, huh?” She lets out a laugh. “More than a few days in each other’s company and she dumped you.”
The mention of Siuan makes her blood boil. “That’s not what happened and you know it.”
“So she didn’t dump you?”
Moiraine doesn’t answer. She could’ve lived with just a break-up. Hell, she probably would’ve broken up with Siuan herself eventually. She knows she’s not making it out of this alive in the end and she’d rather not put Siuan through that. But this is different. She had never accounted for the heartache.
They’d always been living on borrowed time, brief stolen moments hidden away from watchful eyes. She’d just thought they would have had a little more. “I don’t want to talk about her.” She eventually says.
Lanfear pushes her down on the bed. She peels off Moiraine’s dress. It’s loose and slips down her shoulders easily. She isn't wearing anything underneath it. Lanfear’s eyes wander down her body. “Why me?” She asks while she forces her to lay down.
Moiraine swallows when Lanfear’s fingers meet her bare skin. “Why you what?”
“You could have fucked anyone.” Her lips drag down her neck. “So why me?” She sinks her teeth into her shoulder.
Moiraine gasps at the sting. That's why, she thinks. “Because you’re easy to hate.”
Lanfear’s expression is one of pride. “And you only want to fuck someone you hate?”
Moiraine almost nods, but she stops herself. Fuck her. She doesn't owe her anything. She leans up, but Lanfear pushes her back down. “Why me?”
“Shut up.”
But she won’t accept that. “Why. Me?” Her fingers run down Moiraine’s chest. She drags sharp long nails - were those that long before? - across her nipples. “This is not a one way street, Moiraine. If you want something, earn it.”
Moiraine sits up, glaring at her. She digs her nails into the soft skin of Lanfear’s thighs. “Because you hate me too.”
Lanfear seems to consider that answer. “Good enough.” She eventually whispers, pushing her back down. “Do not move.”
Lanfear sucks and licks down her chest until she reaches her breasts, sinking her teeth into the flesh there, leaving little bite marks until she gets to her nipples. She rakes her teeth over them, one after the other over and over again until Moiraine is trembling with need.
She tries to tangle her hand into Lanfear’s hair. Lanfear glares at her in response. “I thought I told you to stop moving.” She says, anger dripping from her voice, but there’s more underneath it: want, need. Moiraine doesn’t have much time to think about it, though, because in the next moment she is met with Lanfear’s hand wrapping around her throat.
Moiraine gasps, but more because of surprise than because she truly cannot breathe. Lanfear’s grasp around her neck is tight, but it seems she’s not crushing her windpipe. She's not trying to kill her. At least not yet. She can breathe.
After a few seconds, she starts feeling deliciously lightheaded and rolls her hips against Lanfear’s thigh. “Are you enjoying this?” Lanfear asks, seeming genuinely surprised. She tightens her grip. Her free hand moves between Moiraine’s legs, to the wetness that she will undoubtedly find there. “Oh…” she says, fingers moving through wet heat. “You are enjoying this.”
Moiraine gasps. “Shut up.”
“Are you asking me or telling me?”
Moiraine glares at her. Her vision is blurry. “Fuck you.”
Lanfear looks down at her. “Gladly.”
Moiraine’s eyes slam shut when she feels two long, slender fingers press inside of her. The grip around her throat tightens. Lanfear keeps pushing her further, applying more pressure until she feels like passing out. She lets go for about two seconds to let her breathe each time before squeezing again. The cycle repeats. Over and over until her head is spinning.
She doesn’t want to admit it, but the feeling of Lanfear’s fingers inside of her is magnificent. She’s quiet, tries to bite her lip until she feels the sting of the split skin there, so then she just bites the inside of her cheek and swallows down every sound that threatens to spill. She will not give Lanfear the satisfaction of hearing her like that.
“Let me hear you.” Lanfear says, something close to anger in her voice.
“It’s nothing personal.” It is, but then, Moiraine has never been very vocal, so in a way it isn’t. “I’m more of a quiet enjoyer.”
“Liar.”
“You know I cannot lie.”
“You can in here. The oaths don’t bind you in your dreams.” Lanfear explains. “But suit yourself. I can make it work. I have my ways.”
Suddenly, two fingers become three, become four. It almost hurts. It hurts so good. Moiraine can hear how slick she is every time they thrust inside her. She’s on the edge - has been since they were standing by the wall - and she wants to come, but she doesn’t want this to be over, the empty-minded sex haze she’s in right now, so she tries to hold it off. A moan falls from her lips. She curls her hand in Lanfear’s hair in an attempt to ground herself. With every thrust, the sounds that escape her lips get louder and needier. Lanfear grins. “I told you.”
Moiraine would like to snap back at her, but she doesn’t trust her own voice right now. She pulls Lanfear’s hair instead, trying to hurt her back, but it only seems to turn Lanfear on as she tightens her grip around her throat again. Every noise that escapes her now is whiny and high-pitched and Light, she must sound so pathetic, but she only has about two seconds to think about that each time before Lanfear is choking her again and her brain short-circuits.
Lanfear whispers into her ear “do you think you can take one more?”
One more what- Moiraine frowns, but then Lanfear curls her fingers and she realizes what she means. Oh. She shakes her head.
“I think you can.” She leans over her and kisses her, wet and open-mouthed, swallowing every little whimper and moan falling from Moiraine's lips.
And then she presses her thumb against her clit, and Moiraine explodes. The hand around her throat squeezes harder until she's seeing stars, until she's gasping and moaning unabashedly loud and filthy. Her orgasm is intense and she can feel herself spilling down to Lanfear's wrist. And Lanfear keeps fucking her through it, long and deep strokes while she's coming down.
“How about now?” Moiraine can feel Lanfear's thumb against her entrance. “Can you take one more?”
Fuck it, Moiraine thinks. She's dreaming. This isn't really happening. She'll be fine. She can feel her orgasm building again and vaguely wonders if this might be a side effect from the dream state she’s in, and then she thinks if this is what it’s like to have dream-sex she would love to have a lot more of it.
She nods. Lanfear's smug grin widens in response. “Good girl.”
She pushes her thumb inside, alongside the other four fingers. Moiraine’s cunt clenches around them. She grabs Lanfear’s arm, the hand of which is still wrapped around her throat, and she’s essentially only locking it in place but she needs something to hold on to, something to ground herself. The hand around her throat isn’t choking her anymore, but just the fact that it’s there and that it hasn’t moved is enough to drive her to insanity. She must be loud - she’s lost all control over her vocal cords and the moans that tumble from her lips - but she also doesn’t really register anything other than Lanfear’s fingers and the delicious stretch of them inside her.
Her second orgasm washes over her quickly. She’s so sensitive and feels so full and no matter how much she would like this to last longer, she feels powerless against the tides of her own pleasure. The fingers inside her still. Meanwhile, Lanfear leans down to drag her lips against Moiraine’s throat, not kissing perse but something close to it, across where will undoubtedly be bruises in the shape of Lanfear’s fingers, and the thought of that alone is almost enough to make her come again.
Lanfear looks up at her. “You take it so well, Moiraine.”
It’s annoying, the way she keeps feeling the need to say her name out loud. Normally she’d say something about it. But then Lanfear is pulling her fingers out and dragging them up Moiraine’s chest, leaving a wet trail in its wake, and all thoughts fly out the window.
Lanfear wipes her hand on the sheets. “Do you want me to wake you up now?”
She considers it. She should. It would probably be better. Light knows what’s happening out there. The world could be ending and she’d have no way of knowing. “Am I in danger out there?” She asks, still out of breath.
Lanfear laughs. “I’m not going to tell you that.”
Well, that was to be expected.
“Why? Would you like to stay a little longer?”
Moiraine swallows. She might. She has no idea how much time has passed while she’s been here, but for the first time in weeks she hasn’t spent every second thinking of Siuan, always Siuan. In here, arousal is clouding her thoughts and making her feel like she’s floating, and in a way, she kind of is, and she’s not sure she wants to come down yet. “Don’t let me die out there.” She glares at her.
“I’m not making any promises.”
Perhaps it is the danger that makes her decide to stay. And maybe because dying in her sleep wouldn’t be the worst outcome for her. She sits up and grabs Lanfear’s face. “My turn.” She says, less demanding than she had hoped, but it’ll do. She looks down at Lanfear and her black dress. “Take it off.”
“I’m not going to do your work for you.”
“I said..” she pauses and slips her hand under the skirt, “take it off.”
She pouts. “So demanding.”
Moiraine presses two fingers inside her. “Take off your dress.” A more rational part of her brain is telling her not to push Lanfear like this, but she ignores it. She curls her fingers.
Lanfear is clearly caught off guard, gasping for air before being able to speak again: “Ask nicely.”
Moiraine is done putting up with her. “No.”
“No?” She replies, like a child who's never been told no before in her life.
Moiraine thrusts another finger inside her. “It’s fine. I’ll make it work like this.”
Lanfear rolls her eyes. “You’re really annoying, you know that?” But then she’s pulling the dress over her head and it’s off, and Lanfear is naked, and it’s been such a long time since she’s touched another woman. She can’t help but stare. Lanfear laughs. “My eyes are up here, you know.”
Moiraine lets her eyes wander a little longer before she finally meets her gaze again. She grabs one of her breasts. They’re fucking perfect. She rolls her nipple between her fingers and wraps her lips around the other. She enjoys it for a while, listening to the breathy gasps that Lanfear lets out. “Lay down.” She tells her when she pulls away.
“Why?”
Moiraine leans to her ear. “Because I’m better with my mouth than with my fingers.”
Lanfear’s breath hitches. “Moiraine Sedai. Who knew this side of you existed?”
“Enough people. You’re not special for having my fingers in you.” She thrusts them deeper inside her until she’s three knuckles deep. “Now lay down.”
“Tell me something first.”
Moiraine rolls her eyes. “You are unbelievable.”
“You want to do this your way? Give me something in return.”
She sighs. “What?”
Lanfear smirks. She kisses her before whispering against her lips “does the blood on your hands keep you from sleeping at night?”
Moiraine glances at her free hand, with Lanfear’s dried up blood on it from when she killed her just moments before. “Don’t you mean your blood?”
Lanfear shakes her head. “No. Though it is metaphorically convenient.” She takes Moiraine’s hand in her own. Moiraine tries to pull it away, but Lanfear only holds on tighter. “I mean the blood of all the people you’ve killed.” Moiraine goes to answer, but Lanfear interrupts her. “All the people who have lost their lives because Moiraine Sedai has a plan. A mission. The people who died whose blood sticks to your hands. All for the dragon. Do you lay awake at night thinking about the pile of bodies you left in your wake?”
Moiraine hesitates. But this is Lanfear, and she’s about the only person who doesn’t get to judge her, so she whispers “No”, and then she pushes Lanfear onto the bed and climbs on top of her. To Lanfear’s credit, at least she keeps her word. She leans back, letting Moiraine do what she wants for once, at least for now.
“So the only real difference between you and me is that you disagree with my motivation.”
And it’s not a question, more of an observation, so Moiraine ignores it and sinks her teeth into Lanfear’s thigh instead. Lanfear’s legs are spread and Light, it is so hot but also so incredibly wrong. She almost changes her mind, but then Lanfear’s hand is in her hair and it’s guiding her face between her legs and well, she’s here now, so she complies. She runs her tongue through her folds. Lanfear hisses.
She’ll admit, she gets a little carried away after that. But it’s been so long since she last tasted a woman, had her gasping and writhing and rolling her hips against her tongue, that she honestly forgot how good it feels. How powerful it makes her feel. Lanfear keeps her hand in her hair but her grasp weakens with every lick and every suck, and Moiraine is pretty sure if she had the knife now and thrust it into her jugular she wouldn’t even notice it.
Nevermind that. The death thing was fun, sure, but this is far better.
Lanfear is pulling her hair. Moiraine allows it. She knows it’s because Lanfear feels like she’s losing control - or, at least, she hopes she feels that way. She keeps licking and sucking, grazing her teeth over her clit occasionally because it makes Lanfear whimper so pathetically. Time stretches on around them. Moiraine doesn’t notice or think of anything other than this, of Lanfear and the sharp taste of her in her mouth. She’s starving. One of Lanfear’s legs finds its way onto her shoulder, and they stay like that until she can feel her tightening around her tongue.
When Lanfear comes Moiraine keeps her tongue inside her, fucking her through her orgasm and well after that. There’s nothing pretty or sweet about this, it’s messy and rough and she has come dripping down her chin but she cannot find it in herself to care. When she leans up she replaces her tongue with her fingers, thrusts them sloppily inside of her and whispers, “do you think you can take one more?”
She would really love it if she could add making a Forsaken come twice in a row to the list of her abilities.
Lanfear raises her eyebrow. Her hand finds its way back between Moiraine’s legs. “Can you?”
And then there are fingers inside of her again. She must be dripping by now. Lanfear curls her fingers inside of her, the palm of her hand pressing against her clit in time with her thrusts. Moiraine can barely hold herself up. Being a quiet enjoyer has gone out of the window completely. She leans down. Their lips meet, and they’re not really kissing anymore, their open mouths simply moving against one another as they swallow each other’s moans, lost in pleasure. Moiraine tugs Lanfear’s bottom lip between her teeth and tries to break the skin, only to be met with a look that says did you think it would be that easy?, and the reminder of that, of the way she made a Forsaken bleed and fucking come against her tongue because she allowed it all to happen, makes her brain explode and her orgasm wash over her. Lanfear follows soon after, gasping and moaning and grasping at Moiraine’s hair with her free hand as if she’s angry about all of this.
Her orgasm is less intense than the first two, but that’s fine; she feels so very calm and sated and boneless by the time she collapses on the bed. It’s nice. She still moves away from Lanfear as far as she can, though.
They lay there in the darkness, both trying to catch their breath. Once Moiraine feels like she can sort of talk again, she tilts her head to look at the woman next to her. “I still hate you.”
Lanfear smiles to herself. “Good.” She rolls onto her side to face her. “I hate you more.”
“Good.”
Lanfear smiles. Her fingers run over Moiraine’s face, moving sweaty hair that is sticking to her forehead away from her skin. “Ready to wake up now?”
“Sure.” For once, she’s too tired to fight Lanfear’s touch. Oh, and she’s so distracted, because Lanfear is still naked and she can’t help but stare. “I haven’t died yet, have I?”
“I think you died three times in this bed tonight.” She answers with a smirk that Moiraine would like to wipe off her face. “But no. Your body is still alive out there.”
Moiraine nods. “Good.”
“I’ll see you around then?”
“Where?”
Lanfear gestures around the room in response.
“Don’t you have things to do?”
Lanfear shrugs. “I think it’s healthy to make time for hobbies.”
Moiraine almost laughs. Almost. “Shut up.”
“Is that a yes?”
She thinks about it. “I don’t know. You’ll have to see.”
She nods. “I can work with that.” After that, she pulls her hand away. “See you next time then.”
“Perhaps.”
Lanfear rolls her eyes. “Try not to die out there.”
“Why do you care about that?”
Lanfear leans closer to her. “Because, Moiraine, no one else deserves the satisfaction of slitting your throat or ripping your heart out. When you die, I will be the one holding the knife.”
“I get the knife and not those Dark Powers you love to put on display?”
“Oh yes.” Lanfear smirks. “I want to look you in the eye when I kill you.”
Perhaps it’s the post-sex brain fog, but Moiraine feels too tired to come up with a retort. And if she's honest, it's kind of hot. “I’ll be waiting.”
“I’m counting on it.” Lanfear smirks. “Safe travels.” With that, she blows her a kiss and the next moment, everything goes black.
//
She wakes up in a tent, gasping for air as she sits up straight. Lan, up until then probably asleep beside her, immediately sits up next to her. “Are you alright?”
Moiraine needs a few moments to ground herself. “I’m fine.” She whispers. She’s sweaty, feels boiling hot with her nightgown sticking to her skin, and she can feel how wet she is between her legs but hey, at least she’s alive.
“Are you sure? Your heart is pounding.”
Moiraine smiles weakly. “Just a dream.”
It was all just a dream.