Closed [Sunset Quarter] One with the weave

[Fallon]

There was a mighty cough, a gasp, and a jolt of movement. Relief swept in, her ethereal tendril returning to one of her legs. She thought upon the weave, the way it all laced and tied together, bit by bit stitching it as one as she did - the other remained poised and ready, gaining more strength and time as she let the other slip back to where it belonged. But her attention was not solely upon that. Arms loosened, hooking up and beneath to try and assist in the aid to breath. Joints burst into life, the writhing as normality fought to find some sense in what had just happened, the slam back down to her when an attempt to rise was made. Her lips peeled back, revealing a slither of white, before finally a low laugh escaped into the air. A gentle pat upon the back, her own head leaned away to rest upon the head board, as movement continued in its weak and feeble grasping.

She would be weak, Fallon knew that. And she certainly knew the woman would be unable to reach her usual energetic state. Hands held the shoulders, feeling the shaky movements atop of her. Familiarity would come, but before that she needed to adjust, learn a new of what she was capable of. Her thumb gave a rub against the bare flesh, and her gaze once more looked down to the croaking noise that escaped. She gave a blink, rubbing away the moisture that had accumulated before releasing a sniff, "I thought... I... was worried. Just... thank the gods you're alright." Breaths levelled, the pulse lowering as she felt the beat relax and reach a state of calm. A gentle press upon the forehead, her eyes looking down the length of the woman as she tried to move once more, and managed to get onto her side, "Wine, water, food, whatever you desire."

Carefully, she pushed the woman up, easing and guiding down until she was lying down upon her side, free from the tangle of Fallon's own limbs. Dizzy no doubt, swimming with nausea and the urge to be sick. Her fingers gave a brush away of the hair, a small brush of lips as she looked to try and decide what was best for the woman. A place of the pillow behind the head, a grasp upon the blanket as she brought it up over her shoulders, and smoothed it down. Shifting her weight on her side of the bed, she gave a glance around the room to where she had left the water. The ethereal hovered, stretching out and forward, eyes narrowing as she focused down intently upon it. Sucking in the air, she urged the split further, from two to three, wrapping and winding tightly around various articles before they were brought over.

It was the water skin that came first, and it was a lean forward that Fallon took it grasping it firmly between her fingers. The other request came next, wine with the cups balanced over the neck, before finally the last came - a bundle of candles. Placing the articles down at various places - the wine for one firmly on the floor with the cups, and the unlit candles upon a space upon the bed, "Yes... throwing up is messy. And I can agree on the hang over feeling. Here, drink," she uncorked the waterskin and offered it to the woman, "Water, just water. You can have other things later." It was carefully that Fallon helped her sit up, forcing both hands to wrap around the neck of it and bring it up to raise, "Drink it, you need it. Make you feel better, and will help the headache. You can do that much, it's not too heavy."

Once certain the grip could be maintained, she moved on to their surroundings. The room was dark, if not for the glow of the lantern, the last of the light starting to fade completely, and the inky nature encompassing the world. Light was needed first, a gentle comfort against what could exist beyond. Leaning over to the lantern, she lit one of the candles, slowly turning it to ensure it was a light, before letting the ethereal limb take it once more. It was planted firmly on the table in a cheap holder, and chasing back the shadows once more. The same was repeated again, but this time taking it to the fireplace, planting itself firmly upon the stone plinth, and casting its open hearth into strange, twisting shadows. Another blink, she finally begun to answer the woman's question.

"Should have worked," Fallon gave a frown, her gaze looking down to the woman. Her fingers were twirling a candle, contemplating if she wanted to light another one, "One way to find out of course. In time of course. Give you a moment to recover and for me to... well. Make things a little bit nicer. Relax for a while. Enjoy the moment." She lit it, watching the wick ignite and send a glow once more through the room. With the ethereal taking it once more, she placed it upon the opposite corner of the plinth, and focused on returning the other limb once and for all. Bit by bit, she inhaled, feeling the snaking sensation creep in under her skin, the gentle weave in and out. It was still a strangely numbing sensation as the feeling returned, seeping down her leg into her shin and toes, a gentle wriggle as she willed them into life.

Her hand found the other's once more, a gentle squeeze as she took the water skin once more. Lying upon her side, resting upon her elbow she studied the shape hidden beneath the blanket. A reach forward, her fingers brushing against the skin, tracing down as she watched the clenching of eyes and the striving for normality. She breathed, "You alright there? Need anything? Want anything?" Lips pulled into a smile, a small shuffle closer and a reduction of the gap between them. The arm snaked round, resting upon the hip, the blue-green softening in their glaze. A small nuzzle, a bump of the forehead and a pause, "Ask, and I shall give. I told you before I started, I am yours to command as you see fit." She exhaled, tugging the collar of her shirt and willing circulation once more, "Anything."

[Zandelia]

“Thank stubbornness, I may have insulted myself into coming back. Possibly. Bit hazy,” she sighed, “at any rate…you did it. Well done…Mistress Teacher. Mentor. I’ll have to come up with a title for you now” she smiled slightly, strength was returning now, enough for decent speech and thought if not actual physicality.

“And thank you, for that. You gave me a precious gift, well more than one. I could…see. Properly. No one eyed vision for once. Was beautiful” she closed her eye with contentment and called back those precious few moments.

She had had no idea it would happen of course, had had nothing but ideas and descriptions. Had known it would be trying, new that she would likely be unable to really do anything for a while, though how long had not been qualified. She suspected it was perhaps individual, she had learned over the years that most magic was. There was the basic templates all possessed but their experiences, their methods, always seemed to differ. She recalled back the man on Sahova and his use of Auristics - he had been able to sense her using it. She sensed it through scent and sight, she presumed others did through hearing and taste she had felt herself too in some cases. She doubted everyone held the same experience. Even in her tired and belligerently feeble state she was philosophical, after a fashion. She had sensed something beyond whilst floating, something indefinably simple yet unimaginably complex also - a freeze frame of time that led her to believe her assumptions were true enough. For a given value of truth.

“Anything I desire?” she asked as her head was given a pillow and the blanket was pulled across her, she hunkered into the warmth and comfort instinctively, “careful what you wish for. I can be quite imaginative. What I need though…” she cast about for the requirements but was forestalled by a faint groan as another wash of nausea rippled through her and ceased her contemplation for a time.

It faded as she watched the showing of magic before her, such delicate movements they were, probably requiring a level of dexterity earned over years of practice. It was beautiful really, she had not thought upon a fraction of what Fallon could do. The starkest had been the battles but they seemed to be crude and blunt uses, taken up when required but not truly showcasing potential truly. The floating items, shifting through the air neatly and fluidly seemed far more capable of being appreciated. How many things at once? Five? More? She dared not use her Auristics to see it all, she was incapacitated enough as it was but she would have liked to - to see it at work. She chuckled at the wine being placed upon the floor, firmly out of her reach pointedly. The waterskin was partaken of greedily though, the water tasting more flavorsome than ever before in her parched state. Several long mouth full’s, deep and sustaining she took, feeling it shift down into her stomach where it seemed to ease her nausea somewhat. Sat up now she sighed happily.

“A bit better. Can breathe and swallow properly now at least. Talk too,” she leant her head back upon the headboard as she watched Fallon set about setting up the candles, “did you know I’d be able to see properly? You dared me to look. And yes…later. Don’t fancy ruining what has been given through foolishness. Once was enough for me” she shuddered at the memory of Nyka, fleeting and insidious before she pushed it away and continued her watching, eyelid half closed as she relaxed.

“Oh I am enjoying being taken care of Fallon, very much so. Another revelation I had whilst…floating there,” she waved her hand above the bed for a moment before it slipped back onto lap and she drank a little more, slower and smaller this time, “my body is battered. Aches I’d become used to and pains I’d forgotten. When they were gone well…let’s just say that if you want to look after me I’ll not complain. I must inform you, as the leader and partner, tat I will be taking some time off. Ten days at least, unless anything terrible happens that requires intervention. Should be able to keep things going for that long without me right?” she looked down then, wrapped her arm around the neck of the other and pulling her closer.

There was the question again though, she would do anything for her. A powerful phrase and one which, if she did not care for her as much as she did, could be exploited for terrible things. She did enjoy the fact that Fallon wanted to care for her, it was nice that someone wanted to. She hadn’t even taken care of herself. She let the waterskin be taken and simply toyed with the covers, pulled them over the woman also with a few tired false-starts. She considered the offer, what did she want? No, that was the wrong question wasn’t it? She had always asked for what she wanted. She should have been asking herself what she needed and right then they were simple things, comforting things, sustaining things. She looked down and across once more, such a beautiful woman she had managed to find.

“What do I want?” she asked rhetorically, playfully, “well many things. Though most things are now what I need. I feel better true enough but far from myself” she tugged idly at the covers as she thought.

She considered her body, the way in which she felt - truly considered now. This was not a time for idle fancies or rippling desires. She had just waded through a truly life threatening situation. True, she had passed through it alive and in tact as far as she could discern but she was not a fool. The world seemed to be alive, far more colorful than it had seemed before. Sensation itself seemed heightened and she new that feeling well - it was often what followed the cheating of fate. The idea that you were immortal, invincible and would never fall. It was a dangerous illusion that she sought to break through as she looked inwards, vision going distant. What did she truly feel? Tiredness and lethargy were chief amongst the bodies complaints though she was sure sleep was far off at present. The mind was thoroughly awake even if the body was about to fall to pieces.

Her resolution - look after herself better. Yet beneath the rosy tint of biological reaction she could sense all of the pains, the aches and the faded but still very present throb of grottiness as if she were truly hung over. The headache had faded also but was still there, she was not sure of her strength but vaguely believed that if she tried to mock she would likely slam into the floor spectacularly. It was difficult enough to keep herself propped up and her head from lolling. She felt connected to herself more than ever and yet disconnected, floating outside herself still but very much locked deep into herself to the point of feeling weighed down by it. She sighed and closed her eye for a small time.

“To be honest I’m not sure what I want Fallon, or what my body wants. I just know it’s damned tired and grumbling at me but that’s not really useful is it?” she answered her own question with a slight shake of her head that made her skull swim momentarily, “I think…just to sit here. Closeness. Comfort. Food soon maybe, I think that took more energy than I was expecting it to” she looked sideways with a smile.

“Forgive me for being vague but I was just vacated and re-entered,” she chuckled, “how about this? We lay here for a time and then, then you can see about getting this frail body of mine back into better shape. Lots of hearty food and that which every time one cheat’s death one should have…a good drink with someone they care about”

“Then we can see if it worked. And if it didn’t well…guess we try again” she stated with a slight twist of the lips that showed she wasn’t sure whether she could survive a next time.

[Fallon]

"Fallon is fine, no need for titles. I have enough as it with the Scars. When people bother to address me by them that is," she gave a shrug, her fingers still brushing up and down the hip of the woman before her. Eyes gave a flicker, glancing to the expression upon her face as she gathered herself and her senses. It was beautiful to see really, or more over she reflected silently. A new lease of life, a rise from the state of simply existing within that of the flesh and onwards to something much more in nature than the mundane. A new way of seeing, a new perspective of things - a different way of living, "It is well deserved. You've given me a fair share after all. Many and more than I could possibly count. Still... I am glad you found some pleasure in it."

There was a flash of teeth, "Yes, anything you desire. And as it is you who is doing the wishing... surely it is you who has to balance upon the edge of caution, no? So... be careful with your imagination, for it may come back to bite you." There was a mocking biting at the air, lips peeling back into a wolfish grin, before peeling back down behind a calmer, more thoughtful expression. Fingers ran steps across the flesh, a small slide here and there, before eventually returning to the original hip. All through the nausea, the subtle groans and feelings that no doubt coarse through the woman. Still, even from her position she watched the small display, patient and wondering almost in her expression - it was perhaps one of the few times she had seen Fallon use projection outside of the brutality of combat.

"Does that mean I'll have to gag you to make you shut up?" the mercenary teased, a flicker of a look up and down the relaxing form. There was a moment of careful consideration, her brow creasing slightly as she heard the words and repeated them in her head. Lips licked, her eyes coming down into a narrow as she tilted her head to one side. The fingers continued their idle tracing however, the pulling out of circles upon sensitive skin, "I had a feeling, that maybe... it was possible." Fallon frowned as she firstly tried to form the words in her mind, and then moved on to the small lesson.

"I mean, on the base principle that you have your form, and the astral lies within the flesh, it still exists there. The way the astral would have to be removed is either through projection or removal of the physical limb." She stared at Zandelia then, a serious expression rooting itself firmly upon her face, "If you thought you had to protect your body before, then this is an entirely different game. You lose a hand, then you'll no longer be able to project it. Clinical precision and keeping yourself in close becomes your new fighting style." Her gaze withdrew then, looking off into the dancing shadows, "But that is probably why it is possible for you to see properly. Your astral is still there."

Eyes flickered to the still limp limbs, watching the attempted movements as she tried to compose herself. At least she was talkative, it was a good sign that she was aware and alert even if the body was sluggish. Fingers patted a rhythm, the reeling in of the arm to pull her closer - Fallon only obeyed it. Even she knew it would be cruel to presently resist. Nuzzling her head against the woman's shoulder, her arms snaked their way round, gently probing and rubbing against the exposed skin. It was her own way of subtly testing - see what was felt, judge the reaction and see what had recovered. Her lips broke into a curl, hand peeling away as she tucked the covers around them. There was a moment of consideration, a glance down to her still clothed state, before she shook it off - not yet, not when there was still things to do.

"Then taking care of you I shall continue," her finger traced up to the neck, into the crook and the muscles that were there - gently applying pressure before tilting the chin towards her, "Rest as much as you need to. And learn things anew, familiarise yourself with what is before you..." She turned her head away then, lips pursing into a mocking pout, "I guess you will not want my company then. I shall go forth and work the life of hard labour and leave you be." She pressed the back of her hand against her forehead then, a dramatic sigh, and a peek out between narrowed lids, "Woe is me." Her throat was cleared, "I should be able to manage. I'm sure you'll know if I don't."

Pressing herself up she contemplated her next move, her head cocking to one side as she looked upon the woman. Fingers continued their subtle probing, running now across the rubs and the bone structure and the cool skin. There was a small peck upon the cheek, followed by a lean away as she listened to the faint mumblings of the woman as she tried to process her thoughts. She purred in her ear, "Whatever you want. If you want me to attempt rubbing you down I shall. If you want to be held, then that is what I shall do. If you want me to tease and torment you... Well. You get the idea." Her question changed after that, "Far from yourself? How so?" Cheeks puffed, the green-blue lifting to the emerald as she took things in properly. Leaning in she cupped the face, a moment of concern as she listened to the small words and mumbles.

Taking the suggestion of laying down for a while Fallon took it, and begun the careful process of spreading the woman out. Careful touches, firm but far from jabbing in their focus, everything loosely cocooned around them for a while. A tap upon the nose, a trace down to those smiling lips, a reeling in of bare flesh against her clothed form, fingers knotting into the hair and tugging. Pressing, she tapped her forehead gently against the other and held it there. Eyes half closed, a low hum escaping as the hands once more found the mind of their own. Gentle tracing, exploration and seeking of understanding, drawing lines down the spine onto her rear and pausing, "It is a tiring process. Even I must agree with that one. Straining, pulling, demanding on the body. But... it is a good plan you have there and one I approve of. If not with some additional input from myself."

Voice taking on a purring edge, Fallon sat herself up, fingers wriggling at the woman in demonstration and planting ideas of what could be done, "Warmth, comfort, closeness, food later on," She paused then, "I'm not a good cook, but I can try and do some things if you want something cooked. Have to be simple though. Or... I could just stick to throwing bread, cheese, cured meats and tea at you. Among other things." Teeth flashed, a question escaping from her throat with the context left to the woman's imagination, "Now, tell me Zandelia. What do you want first, front or back?"

[Zandelia]

“You believe that a gag would work on me?” she raised an eyebrow quizzically, she was having difficulty not feeling the waves wracking her body with distaste, the aches and pains more apparent now she had been vacated and then put back in.

She wondered whether it was akin to a reset of the way she felt, that because for a time she had felt nothing she had grown used to it even if briefly and now she was re-experiencing what she had previously been accustomed to. There was more of course, the initiation had taken its toll but the tiredness and the nausea were manageable now, especially as she felt time pass and the energy begin to come back to her somewhat. Still sluggish but growing in awareness. She thought she was more aware now though, perhaps that was a byproduct of the magic? A passive heightening of sensation now that she could feel in more than one…level? She didn’t know but resolved to ask when it was appropriate. For now she simply sat and enjoyed the idle patterns being drawn on her skin, something enjoyable amidst the rest.

She wants to play, I wish I was able to do so but for now…for now just rest. Perhaps later she can get what the little cat wants. And she calls me a cougar! she mused to herself with some amusement.

“Not a title then, shame. I’d have thought the Red Wolf was looking for more of them. Something softer perhaps to counteract the harshness of the other one. No? As you say then,” she slipped back into verbal games, of a small kind, before the serious look came and she tilted her head slightly as she looked back firmly, “I do believe, Fallon dear, that I am not the one with a track record for injuring one’s self. You have no fear of that. But if it is as you say then someone is going to have to teach you how to dodge” she returned with her own sober statement before letting her gaze shift and her eye to close.

“But as you say, and as I have realized, more caution will be taken with myself. And if you can’t manage for that amount of time then I’ll have to come out of retirement. And I was so looking forwards to spending my golden years in peace. Alas the twists of fate” she began before descending into a patch of chuckles.

A time was spent then with closed eye and remembrance, recollection of that magical moment of being able to see. She had always assumed she could get by with one eye, that it was not required. How wrong she had been, burying the deep desire she had once held of seeing fully, of taking back what had been stolen from her. A soft smile there was, a turning up of the corners of her lips, as she found the old dream rekindled anew. She held the passageway towards gaining it once more, even if temporarily and with much dedicated training. Yet…there were other ways to get it back physically. Healers could do it, not the apothecary or the herbal kind but the godly sort. It was a small idea but backed by a deep tides of years, of longing and faint memories.

“I than you for the gift, the sight. I have decided that I want it back. I had forgotten really, or dismissed it as some story so as not to face bitter disappointment. But there are healers out there. Somewhere one could give me back what was taken. I want my eye back, not just the way you gave it to me. For real. For good. And I will find a way” she spoke softly but there was a determination behind the tone.

“And you aren’t allowed to leave,” her fingers wrapped around the wrist possessively for a few seconds then, “not until I allow it. Remember? A chore I now but you will stay here for a time. If you lie when I am asleep you can go and find trouble and have your fun” she stated, still not opening her eyes and words more a murmur as she based in the sensations of both the physical and the mental.

She was roused from the contemplative state by the probing of the muscles, temporarily soothed with pressure, and the list was reeled out after enhanced intimacies of a fleeting nature. It was so like her she considered, placing control in Zandelia’s hands when in truth she was at Fallon’s mercy. She couldn’t face walking and so the bed was her place for at least the greater part of the evening. She could as for food but she couldn’t get it herself. Didn’t thin she could do much at all truth be told. She spoke of tormenting and teasing but she was already doing it by giving her control at a time when she actually held less of it than ever, a tantalizing psychological move. Little cat indeed, learning fast too.

“Throw whatever you like at me, I’ll eat anything right now if it means getting my strength back. As to the cooking, well perhaps you should spend more time at it until you are better and can truly inspire admiration at your meals?” she asked, it was said in a purely innocent tone, “now tea…I remember tea. Might be worth coming full circle. A very…fortifying…drink and then…wait what?” she asked, she was having trouble keeping up with the shifting topics, quickly snaking this way and that.

She knows what she wants indeed she noted, considering the words before responding and finding it pleasantly empowering that she perhaps had one card she could play. Delayed achievement.

“Back, best way to test your abilities. Aches like Hai I must admit. Too much damage this Summer. If you do a good job perhaps I’ll allow the front” she grinned, this was turning out to be a thoroughly enjoyable day after all.

She pushed herself forwards enough to shift downwards, slipping onto her side and then onto her front. It was easier to move than before but still a longer process than her usual grace. She tilted her head to the side and flicked her wrist in mock imperiousness.

“You may begin”

[Fallon]

Fallon did not begin straight away, she simply looked and studied the specimen before her. A moment of regarding, a flickering of her gaze as she admired the shapes and curves that she was beginning to know well. For a moment she considered what exactly she could do - or more correctly should do - first. The first prospect was food, a few flickering of ideas of what could be attempted and achieved. Lips licked, the remembering of the clinging feeling and the moment of pure possessiveness over her position. There was a gentle lean down, the small brush against her cheek and the smallest kiss, "You're adorable when you don't want me doing something. I shall not leave, at least, not the room."

Exhaling she gently pulled away, fingers drifting across the flesh and her mind finally set, "I shall get the water for the tea going. Give something to restore and ease you, more so as you seemed to enjoy it so much last time. Also very refreshing." She paused then, her gaze turning to the still fireplace, "I will have to ignite that though, only a small one though - be too hot otherwise. After that," there was a gentle pat as she pushed herself away, legs swinging off the bed as she looked back, "I would say stay there, but it's not like you can move too much right now anyway."

A dart of the tongue and she was up, taking those steps back over to the table. Her fingers managed to find the kettle, primed and ready for boiling water, with the tea leaves being claimed within the other hand did she take those careful patters over to the fire. Occasionally there was a glance back, a careful inspection of the still form from a distance, before her attention returned to the construction of a flame. There was the small clack of flint and steel, the focus pouring into the movements as she looked for the important spark, "Yes, I will have to find someone to teach me how to dodge then. It's a shame that no one will offer themselves to assist in such an important learning."

There was the dart of a tongue, followed by a sniff when she smelt the smouldering of tinder. Her attention snapped back, the small ripping of old paper and the placing of the of twigs down ready to be ignited. A blow, it was carefully she hung the kettle up and watched the flames dance and lick upon its blackened belly. A quick peer in to the water inside, before making a retreat back. Her skin gave a prickle as she stepped away from the source and returned to the cooler part of the room. Hands gave a brush, her eyes looking down to inspect the form once again. Hands reached forward, gently pulling and moving. Her brow gave a crease, a flicker back to the past treatments she had received of such a nature. She distinctly remembered being told to lie straight, so that was the first move she begun to make. Cool hands touched, tracing, leading and pulling down across the form and then stopping.

Another pause, another moment of careful consideration - this time being on where to exactly begin. It was something she knew little about, apart from the occasional idle tracing of patterns upon the skin. The perch next to the woman was taken up once more, a pull back of the blanket to let the skin breathe in the cool air, before she properly begun. Fingers traced along the shoulders, feeling the bones and muscle that rested there and then pressed. Firmer, stronger, her gave looking slightly to the side as she remembered the sensations upon the skin herself. Thumbs rotated, pressing into the muscle as she begun to attempt making conversation.

"Your eye?" She asked rhetorically, there was an ease off of the pressing, fingers gently pattering as they found the muscle once more, "I see. If that is what you want to do, then I shall not stop you." There was soft exhale, the gradual slide down the back of the ribs, the dragging of fingers across the surface before once more she continued those strokes, "Just be aware that I will support you in this endeavour in every way that I can. And should you have to leave," she leant in closer then, brushing away the strands of hair, the orbs staring intently at the singular, "Then I will drop everything and follow you. Understand that Zandelia."

She pulled away then, fingers returning to the gentle rubbing, the small lines and circles being pulled out, and the faint tremble of the chilled summer air greeting her. The fire still crackled, the room lightening slightly with its presence and sending a warm glow throughout. Lower still, a gentle build up of pressure as she felt the more fleshy part of the torso and the backside. A squeeze, following round into a knead - her imagination made her think of dough as she did, "Unless of course. You do not want me to follow you."

Fallon was silent for a while after that, allowing her focus to slip into the sensation of touch. A low, pleased hum escaped from her throat, eyes glazing over as she simply allowed herself to be lost within the moment. Her hands ached after a little while, the repetitive movement making the tendons within ache and straining. Easing off she gave a glance down to the woman and once more shifted her form, gently rising up, pulling and resting just above the legs. Her hands moved down to the thighs then, carefully rubbing once more as she gave a glance up.

"Tell me, what do you think on tattoos?" Perhaps it sounded like little more than idle conversation, but there was a definite curious tone in it. Her head cocked to one side, her hands still animated as they rubbed, "I mean, do you like them? Or approve of them? Or maybe think they're silly?" She blinked, her hand slipping and sliding across to the other side. It was there that she continued her attempted relaxing once more, "Just wondering."

Her hands withdrew then, a gentle shake as she tried to subdue the growing cramp and then idly tugged at her shirt collar once more. She could not make up her mind if she was comfortable or not. Gently stretching she looked down the spine of the woman, eyes looking at the faint marks and muscle that made her up, the line of the spine that lead up into the neck. Leaning down, she let the hands trace once more, idly drawing out patterns. At least until she leaned across her completely. Digits gave a stroke down the side, a gentle slide beneath the torso to brush the navel, followed by a pause, "Feeling better now? Or did you want me to continue on your back? I will if you want me to."

[Zandelia]

There was a smile and a soft nod into the pillow at the comments about not leaving and the provision of a good cup of tea, it was a welcoming thought and an attractive prospect to her at present. It was with a reluctance that she felt her shift away but there was little she could have done aside from embarrassing herself by feebly trying to stop her and that would have merely hindered the evening. Besides which what was being done was out of looking after her, something few had ever really tried to do. Oh there had been compacts of blood and steel but she new of no one since her mother who had made her tea or fed her simply to do so - no duplicitous thought behind it. She simply turned her head so that she could watch and feel gratitude.

“I have been called many things but not that, I’m not sure I now what you mean,” she mumbled as she propped her cheek upon crossed forearms, “but tea and fire…I now those. Simple comforts, forgotten really amidst other things but that shouldn’t be so. We should remember the little things more often. As to too hot, take a leaf out of my book” she murmured softly as she blinked a few times in focusing her vision.

She shook her head at the last comment, a lazy shake that spoke more than words ever could. The truth there was self-evident, she could shift on a bed but if she made any sudden movements they felt un-coordinated, she shifted her leg out sideways and felt it wobble in a test of just how unstable she might be on her feet and found that she was feeling slightly better but still a little out of herself. It was as if things were larger than they were before, she silently told herself with some amusement that she would need to lose some weight. She snorted into the pillow at the observation. She just observed as the fire was constructed, the simple things that made a place livable. She wondered whether one day she might actually have a decent home to relax in at the end of a day’s work.

Perhaps I should put some gold to use for once, purchase somewhere quiet and calm. Somewhere with a decent fire and a comfortable chair or two. Middle years should mean some level of opulence I think. Perhaps another change to make she chided herself gently, there were many new things thought of this season - or some old things coming back full circle.

She didn’t pay attention to the kettle, though the sound of it being put in place was easily discerned. In some ways she was saving herself, conserving energy for the rest of the evening. Better to continue at a pace until she could summon up her reserves than to commit all of her remaining energy to one task and peter out like a snuffed candle. She stared at the flame on the table next to the bed, flickering and dancing. Content to just burn and exist. She became lost in its idle contemplation to the extent that she was only aware of the other’s return when she was present beside her and shifting her fingers across her back. She shivered at the touch slightly and raised her head before it slipped back down. She sighed deeply as the massage began, this one gentler and more thorough than the previous one and the ribbons. She groaned as the aches and pains began to be eased with simple, sweeping motions of fingers - such simple healing but very much appreciated.

“Yes, the eye. I used to dream. Forgot long time ago. Heard of Mura once. You can come with me. Anywhere,” she mumbled as she felt the tensions of years of hardship begin to melt away, felt as if she was going to melt if it came to it, she held the gaze until it was gone, “same for you and me following. If wanted” she would have shrugged had she had the ability to do so, it seemed a simple thing to her - a given agreement given their relationship though she appreciated the formal stating of such.

It was pure pleasure of a different kind, the pleasure of being cared for, that she let herself seep into as the hands moved ever downwards and smoothed things as they went. She could feel her ears popping and her body heat up as blood that must have been restricted for some time was allowed to course throughout muscle with ease. No knots, no tensions and no damned niggling aches between the shoulder blades. If it felt this good then she as going to learn to get better at such things to repay the favor she knew. This had to be shared, especially with someone as prone to getting into tight spots as she was.

“I’ll teach you to dodge,” she propped herself up then slight as the ministrations continued, “might pick up a few bruises along the way, I don’t so much teach as force people to learn, but you’re teaching me things. I should teach you. Give back for what is given. Besides, I’d like to keep you whole and hearty. I’d be a terrible partner to not intervene where I can” she offered it up easily, there were no deals to be made. Not here and certainly not with her.

Though if this were a trading situation I’d owe her so much it’s not even amusing. I pay some back and she keeps giving more. I’ll have to call an embargo whilst I sort out the interest she added privately inside her mind. There was a break and a shifting which was followed by a question she had not expected, at all.

“Hmmm? Tattoo?” she turned her head slightly to glance back quizzically, there had been no prior conversation about such a thing and she knew well there was always a reason for her questioning “well…depends on what kind. Don’t much care for those milligrams some thugs have, crude and pointless. I’ve seen some beautiful artwork upon the skin of others but many tend to go too far. Cover everything. But something artistic, beautiful and not massively gaudy…I think it’d be worth spending some time appreciating. I don‘t think they‘re silly unless they‘re ridiculous. No different from a hairstyle, though more permanent” she asked simply.

She tested the comment truly, she had not thought upon the matter of such things overly much but she could see the appeal. There was a beauty and attraction to them. Some women she had seen had been able to spark her interest because they had been exotically marked. Such considerations were forced to the side for now though, her legs were getting the same treatment and she wanted to enjoy each portion of it. And then, as quickly as it had started, it was gone and instead of hands it the was body atop her and that rhetorical question. She rolled over around with a satisfied smile and shook her head mutely as such a boldly foolish comment.

“No, you have made this body feel much better. I don’t require anything more for the back. You said this was my evening, then my next choice is to help make you feel better. Your hands must ache…I know you have had trouble with the wounded one. I insist that my sole current want is to just lay her and bask for a time, come here” she shifted herself sideways slightly.

She pulled her closer gently and too her left hand first in both of hers. She had had a lifetime of rubbing her hands out of cramps and aches, she new well enough how to ease their pains if not eradicate them entirely. Finger and thumb pinched into the flesh around Fallon’s thumb and began to probe into the flesh to feel the tension there and ease it with small, circular motions. As she did this with one set of fingers the other eased down the edge of the palm, smoothing out the section between the wrist and the little finger. They were simple motions, a little juddering but still effective. With Fallon’s palm facing upwards it was easy enough to use both thumbs to smooth out as best she could, feeling little pops and what could only be described as crunches as tension was eased away. Once finished with the palm as best she fancied she could do she pulled at the fingers, starting at the base knuckle and pulling with light pressure towards the tips several times. Repeated for each finger she new it was a relieving thing to feel.

She switched to the other hand and massaged the same, tensions felt stronger in different places but it went well enough if not expertly, before flexing and stretching the fingers and pulling the hand back enough to stretch the wrist but not enough to harm. Forwards and backwards, circling a few times again to ease out the wrist. She frowned at the scarring on the one and brought it up to place a kiss there.

“My mother told me once a kiss could heal more than a doctor sometimes, depending upon the wound” she stated, gaze turning distant for a short moment before placing the hand down upon her abdomen gently.

She pulled the woman close to rest next her and put her arm around her. She could feel her strength returning, throbbing back and seemingly more abundant than before. She was not sure why or whether it was an illusion based on the fact that she had previously felt so awful. She clenched and unclenched her fingers in an easing motion and ran them through her hair absently with a grin. She felt warmer now too, not just outwardly but inwardly. Something that had been thrown out of kilter had started to re-connect, but slowly. Now, with the passage of time it was beginning the last of the binding. Perhaps it was noticeable in some way but the nausea had passed and what throbbing gritty pangs had been pulsating through her had been smoothed away by Fallon’s healing hands.

“Always seemed silly, now I think she was smarter than I ever will be. So…tea soon enough. We can have a nice philosophical discussion again if you like? Or just enjoy drinking something delicious in delicious company,” she rested her head against the wall again and enjoyed the growing warmth gathering into the air of the room, “because you’ve got me here after all” she gave her a look that dared her to deny such a boon.

“Oh and I feel much better now, perhaps not enough to run anywhere but enough, I think, to move easier. Healing hands indeed. I wonder if my aura has changed? Hmmm, interesting thought,” she mused aloud, “but yes. Much better now. No nausea at least”

She didn’t like being helpless, she liked being mobile and able to engage physically with the world. If she couldn’t have that for a time, at least not fully, she could perhaps gain an intangible way of interacting. Or at least a stumbling towards it…slowly…in time. Time was something she would have plenty of after her declaration of semi-retirement. Now there was a surging upon the horizon, a sun rising that gave her hope that she was completely unaffected, or soon would be. Physically at least.

“So at the risk of sounding like an idiot, how do you actually do this? Not sure I should try just yet but teacher is teacher. Do you just…will…it out? I thought there were connections between the astral and the physical…lie ropes and hooks they were. Do you imagine it lie that?” she asked softly as she stroked the other woman’s arm idly.

[Fallon]

"If I wanted to strip to feel the cool, I would have done so already," she rolled her eyes, and let out a small sigh followed by a shrug, "But, if it is what you want you will have to do is ask and I will attempt to put on a good show." Fallon leaned back as the woman shifted herself, lifting as she rolled round to face her. There was that pleased smile, the mumbling of previous words and faint groans as Fallon went about her attempted work - though she had a distinct feeling she was far from good at it. Much work would be needed in that department, but if the unskilled had managed to create such an effect then she was willing to attempt to learn. She obeyed the pull closer, bringing herself in and allowing her shoulder to bump down onto the space next to the woman. It was pure idleness that she kept her legs where they were, the muscles gently flexing as she simply allowed herself to try and relax. The mind was still attentive however, the gaze flickering around the room and back to the fire on occasion, before returning to what was before her.

"So, you shall teach me how to dodge and I shall continue in educating you in this new skill, excellent," she chirped, eyes looking down to the left hand as it was tended to. It was pulled and rubbed with ease, enough so that Fallon simply let the hand relax and curl to the gentle touch - even as they were more firmly pulled and teased out of their stiffened state, "I shall look forward to throwing myself from side to side and across the ground for your amusement. Besides, bruises never did any real harm and they do have a knack for specifically making one learn." Lips pulled back into a grin, the cheek pressing into the pillow as she looked, and observed the trembling digits.

"What to you is artistic and gaudy?" she rose an eyebrow as the woman moved on from the left to the right. There was a momentary pause, her jaw setting into a line as the hand was probed, a level of discomfort making itself known. In a way she had begun to grow accustomed with the stiffness that lived there, but now it was being seen to there was nothing more than the flickering of pain. Lips pursed into a line, the twitching of fingers in reflex before the palm was released. There was a loud popping crack as the digits were pulled and tested, and a moment of relief upon the once stiffened knuckles. Exhaling loudly, she brought her hand finally to rest upon the front and proceeded to once more draw those idle swirls, "I only ask because I have been thinking. Yes, thinking. Awfully dangerous past time for someone like me." Her eyes gave a glance up to the ceiling then, her bare toes wriggling in the slowly warming air and the flicker of mischief, "Maybe, might, consider getting one. That is all. But enough of that."

Stretching, Fallon wriggled herself over and exhaled onto her partner's cheek. A small tap upon the nose, a trace down and press upon those lips as she listened to the small musings of the woman, "Or, we could do all. Good drink, philosophy, warms arms, gentle touches, nice and easy things," another shrug, she gave a tug upon Zandelia and squeezed her tightly. Simple was best after all, more so with the prospect of training and practice on the horizon, "Or we can plan out your grand adventure and weave a tale of achieving your new desired goal?"

But before all that begun, it seemed a lesson was at hand. There was a gentle drum of fingers upon flesh, a slow moment of consideration as she tried to form how she went about things into words, "Willpower. Yes, that does it. I imagine the astral as a massive weave, like in a blanket," It was at that point she grasped it between her fingers and once more pulled it up towards them, her nail running across the woven strands in inspection, "I then focus on the weave within, the way it wraps and flows, and then will it to unravel with djed. Bit by bit un-platting, slowly and carefully, gradual. No need to rush it." Lowering it, she smoothed it down across their forms and once more returned her focus to the lesson, "Ropes and hooks could work. You may find a lot of ease in using it with something you can imagine visually." Inhaling she blinked a few times and considered, "Aleric told me he used to imagine it as oil and water. With the flesh being the latter and the astral being the former. Give it some thought, and when you have a solid idea, maybe we could...?"

Her attention was snapped away when she heard the kettle begin its rattling. Pushing herself up and away, she sauntered her way over to the kettle, a quick grasp out to remove it from the heat and let the whistling noise fall silent. The tea leaves were gingerly put in, a stare into its dark depths before she made a return back once more and placed it down next to the cups, "Soon. Let it brew and darken for a moment." Hands clapped together, a flickering within her eye as she considered what next to be done, "So! Where were we? Embracing, cuddling, philosophy!" Fallon paused and let her lips peel back into a grin, "Or did you want to move onto something else now? Food perhaps? Allow me to attempt to poison you with bad cooking?" Her hand pointed in the general direction back to the table, and then waved if off. There was much more important things going on in her mind, and that was to serve where she could to her fullest. Albeit, it did come in a slightly more playful fashion - nearing excitable almost.

It was a rather pleasant turning day after all, she had a student, and someone who she could share the same art with. And, she was allowed to go into a simple state of serving and pleasing, revelling in every moment of it - it was more than simply pleasant to see the smile and subtle groans back of pleasure, and if she was to have her own way she would see more of it. With her returning to perch next to the woman, Fallon reeled her in and begun the process of idly twiddling with her hair, "Perhaps something else? If you prefer?"

[Zandelia]

There was a wondering over the evening, the actions given and the words spoken. It was strange really, much of her time with the other woman had led her to expect a certain level of control being exerted. She was the leader of their band, such as it still could be expected to be called a united group. She had her doubts about that as she also had her curiosities about the current situation. She had given up all decision making for the evening, though the time limit on such things had not been stated fully. The last time such a thing had been suggested she had been trying to make Fallon do it, this time it was her own choice and she seemed to be enjoying every moment of it. She had expected, at first, that there would be a rebellion and it would be overturned…but this had not occurred. And as time passed, the activities undergone, it seemed ever less likely that it would actually be overturned.

It was a strange twisting of things, or rather an enhancement of certain dynamics within their relationship. Perhaps it was even something that should have been expected on some level. Caring usually bred the desire to fulfill what one assumed were the obligations of such a bond. People reacted differently and the pattern was becoming clearer as she thought upon it. In public Fallon was Bitzer, her word was iron law and would be obeyed. But wasn’t it boring and stifling to always be in such a position? She wondered if, over time, some other inner barrier had been eroded away - through the blood and the guardianship. Or perhaps it was just a flight of fancy. Either way she was enjoying her position, not because of the power it possessed but because it revealed another facet - the carer. In all things it was becoming evident.

A complete reversal indeed given the history between us. The carer becomes the cared for. How many possibilities could have come to our lives that would have meant we had never meant again? she mused to herself.

“What I want, what I need, what you want to do. I must say that if I hadn’t seen it I’d not believe it to be possible. An obedient Fallon Skylar. I should write a book to commemorate the event,” she muttered softly with a smile, “no, in the aspect of clothing I say you make the decision. If you are comfortable…well perhaps I can change my mind later” she looked down and smoothed some of the hair away from her brow.

“As to the teaching, yes I can teach you how to dodge. Though I think at the moment you would rather not…dodge? Besides there are more enjoyable things than getting covered in mud I have found,” she raised an eyebrow briefly in false-enquiry, it was a teasing question, “as for bruises…let’s just say they will come from not being able to dart away”

Then the concept of the tattoo rose once more, this time the reasoning behind it being revealed as she knew there would have to be. She was contemplating getting one, an odd consideration she thought but one that was interesting. Whoever would end up doing it, if it happened, would have to be trusted indeed. Or at least fearful enough of reprisal should anything untoward happen. She made a mental note to discover whom it might be and place some quiet…pressure…upon them. Still, that was for the future, the now was taken up with the concept of body art and what it would look like upon her. It was an attractive idea she had to admit.

“Well…I personally like complex patterns. Something unique and individual. Colours would be used but not clashing and bright. I like darker colours, unsurprisingly. Angular or smoothed lines, either one is good. No names though, always so overdone. Just something pretty. Something that means something I suppose should be the way” she said her piece upon the matter and left it at that, it was a decision Fallon should make really. She would have to live with it after all.


Then there came the lesson, verbal of course but still possessed of no less insight than what she imagined the practical would contain. Water and oil? Well she could see that but it didn’t call to her. She was not entirely sure the rope and hook method was particularly attractive either, all violence and forced containment. She had sued it out of desperation and it had worked but it seemed so…ordinary. She had a decent mind, surely she could come up with something far more unique. It was a small idea, she would use whatever worked but it sounded as if she could do it whichever way she pleased so long as she managed to link it into the magic enough for it to work. She nodded in deep thought at the words, saying nothing but clearly thinking upon the matter carefully - shifting through possibilities as the warmth of body and fire eased her relaxation. The kettle broke her thinking and she blinked as she came out of her reverie, looking at it dumbly and watching as Fallon tended to it with practiced ease.

“Poison?” she asked, laughing for a short while that bubbled out from her without restraint, “oh I think I’ve done enough to myself today to avoid such an act. I’ll stick to the purchased over the cooked until you think you won’t poison me. wouldn’t want that” she spoke as she felt her hair being toyed with.

“Philosophy requires too much thinking for me too, far too taxing. Though were I inclined to be so I’d observe that…if I know you as I think I do…that it is something not currently upon your mind, and neither is this possible adventure…well…not entirely” she grinned to herself, “but then what is? Isn’t it right that the served should think of those serving them? I wonder…” she continued smoothly, “now embracing, yes I think that is closer. So embrace me Fall” she instructed simply.

It was a simple matter to wrap herself around the other woman, spend some time simply enjoying the closeness. She was finding that it was far more healing than she had given it credit for. She had always been fiercely independent, to the extent that even those she had chosen to spend her time with usually were kept at a distance. That had changed and with it had been brought things which she had not expected, experiences she had never really considered. Perhaps it had been age, perhaps loneliness. All she knew was that she felt neither old nor lonely anymore. If she had been told that would have been the case a few seasons ago she’d probably have laughed. Not so now. She traced her own patterns now, slipping underneath the shirt for the increased intimacy.

“You know, it occurs to me that if I am to try this new gift out this evening I should probably be more awake than I currently am,” she purred into the other’s ear softly, “the real question is how to accomplish that. The tea will help but it’s not ready yet. So, what is left?” she bit her ear then lightly, pulling slightly.

“I command you to show me what that silver tongue of yours can do. I know what you want. You have your permission to take…for a while”

[Fallon]

"I can stop being obedient if you want, Zandelia Sansom," Fallon propped herself up on her elbow, chin resting neatly within her palms. The eyes gave a glimmer, mischieveous in their glamour as they focused upon her desired target. The woman was relaxed, if not seemed to be searching to establish the present mindset, slowly feeling herself across the emotions and suggestions to a final point. But Fallon remained silent, barely dropping a hint except for the occasional flicker of a smile here, and a raising of the eyebrow there. No, she was enjoying listening to the woman vocally work her out, and part of her tapped to the idea of perhaps being solved for once. There was a glance down to her nails, a gentle click of them as she listened to the musing and breathing, "I shall be keeping them on then. Maybe I can be persuaded later. Maybe."

Fingers gave a lace in, then flowed out, twisting the strands and brushing them from side to side as she listened to the words of advice from the elder. The digits lowered, dragging and raking across the flesh as she did, and pulling out those broad, smoothed lines that were described to her. Perhaps it was the simple act of touch that appealed to her at present, the simple allowance of letting her explore and feel what was there. A circle slowly was drawn and teased out around her navel, and it was there she hovered and stopped for a while, "Having a name is foolish. I once was told of a man who kept having the names of his lovers tattooed onto him for he thought it would be a happy ever after... he was wrong five times."

Shrugging she gave a stretch, followed by a click as she eased herself out and around the woman. The gentle touches continued, gently drifting here and there with a mind of their own as they travelled. Occasionally there was a glance around the room, checking and observing what was there and if anything needed tending to, before returning to the body. Warmth, heat, gentle touching, it surprised her how such a simple act could be so satisfying. No, more than that, appealing to the senses and sensations. Shoulders rolled, a small squeeze as she burrowed in slightly, chasing the heat as she listened.

"Fall?" Fallon snorted. There was a brush against her neck, a deep inhale and the shifting of her form. A small sigh escaped, eyes half closed as she caught the instructions. If they could even be called that. Chin lifting she took the woman in, the arms snaking their way round and the scents taken in. Pimpled skin, the gentle throb of heat, the suggestive tones resting in the back of her voice - purring almost in tone. It chased away any doubt, it banished uncertainty about who she was with great ease, and it allowed her to bask in closeness. A deep inhale, lips gave a brush as she simply held and enjoyed the simplicity of it all, letting out a small shudder when the hand slipped and shifted.

Eyes gave a blink, her cheeks darkening as the woman begun her play. Fires were kindled, rising and burning to those simple pointing out of whims. It was teasing, no, tormenting almost in nature. Lips trembled, nostrils flaring as she felt the gentle nip and pull, her own hands momentary freezing upon flesh. There was a moment of conflict, her mind wrestling between what was needed and what was wanted, hesitation almost she murmured gently. It was easy to find herself in the throes of temptation, to hear the faint cravings of desire knocking all too neatly at her door. The giving on permission did little to help either, it served as a niggling pressure that quickly was beginning to overwhelm her.

The inner chains gave a shift, loosening and sliding away. She lifted slightly, form rising up and her hands planting themselves either side of the woman, whilst she simply held herself above. A quickening of breath, an exhale and inhale, the pale skin framed by the glows and low light. There was a wrestle to resist throwing herself onto the woman, to surrender to a more bestial and primal nature without a second thought. The words repeated again, the gentlest brush, the fingers curling around the chin and lifting it. A half lean, the other side flickering and considering another option. There was not exactly a need to rush now, so why speed along into passions and waste the moment.

It was deeply that she kissed, a firm pressing of lips, the hand slipping away to tend to other things. Craving, yes, but it was patient despite the roughness that came with it, dragging and grazing across the cheek, the pulling out of shapes. There was caressing, hands searching and looking to remember what was and was not pleasurable, cupping, scratching, the occasional nip upon the flesh as the time was taken to truly take in the effects. No rush, no need to throw away inhibitions in an instant, even as she found herself atop the woman and pushing away those hands that slipped beneath the layers. A flicker of a grin, a wolfish smile as she leaned back and inspected what was before her.

Hands drifted as they always did, tracing down the collar bones and lower, the back of the waist, round to the front to the quivering. Thumbs rubbed, rotating out circles and pulling away, drifting lower and pressing firmer. Scratching almost as she felt the hands cup, she leaned back down, the gentle nips and pulls upon flesh, a small tug upon the ear with her teeth. Hips, she her hands had found those now, sliding round to tightly grasp and pull towards her. Lips were forced into locking, a firm press, a slight parting and the slight under growl before she returned. The tongue of silver would to the rest of the work, though without words this time. Nails dug, dragged and pulled, seeking out the curves as they left their mark of remembrance. There was a firm squeeze of her rear, teeth peeling back into a grin once more, before a firm slap across it. A small retaliation in response to the previous actions.

"That was for earlier. Now..." she brushed the throat, head lowering and the hands begun the slow trailing inwards. A gentle shifting of the form, a momentary drag of the tongue followed by a nip when she perceived what could only be a sensitive spot. Her voice gave a soft purr, eyes glancing up, checking for the reaction that may have come, "Shall I stop...?" A slight tease hung there with the form beginning to peel away, "I mean, if you're not enjoying it..."

[Zandelia]

There was simply a small smile at the convoluted thinking required to know that you were still being obedient if you were being told to not be obedient and then followed through with that telling. It as a strange area really that was being explored, filled with contradiction and an inter-connected way of thinking which made the powerful the powerless and vise verse - depending upon the situation given. It wasn’t of the same fashion as the streets or the general populace of the city, it was more manufactured she thought but at the same time very real. A game and yet not a game. It was indeed an unusual place to be and one which she had not really trodden before. She wondered whether it reflected them both internally, a form of self-expression being tested perhaps.

“Five times?” she asked with amusement, “I don’t think I’ve known someone to be that unlucky in love. Perhaps he just wasn’t able to please them enough. Such things, alas, exist” she watched the woman as she talked, eyelid half-closed but still very much able to see.

The concept of a tattoo was an interesting one and at any other time she’d have stopped much to sit there in quiet contemplation of such a thing, its benefits and drawbacks and what - in truth - constituted art and beauty. She was a philosopher of a kind and such things always intrigued her, she believed that in everything there was a key and it existed within ever human she had ever met or would meet. There was a common level in all, even the darkest or most abused, that was accessible with the right ways of thinking. Considerations of archetypes not withstanding. However, it was most definitely not the right time at all. It was not so much a command as an invitation really, she still shied slightly away from commanding. Teaching…well she would instruct her but that was not the same.

Yet she invited me to command her, though that doesn’t mean she will agree, listen or obey. I think, in some way, this is a test. Would I abuse such power perhaps. No, not abuse perhaps then. Wrong word. can’t find…right…words she began thinking to herself in the lull of simple affection before complex thought was unceremoniously kicked to one side for a time.

The kiss as passionate and lingered, the introduction to the dance and overwhelmed just as easily. It was music really, when to people shared bodies, perhaps more jarring and dull if they were purchasing each other but sweeter and smoother when you actually cared. Fallon cared, in fact she was enjoying every second of the control of whim and enjoyment she was willing to bet. Bet a lot of her gold, if not all of it. The teasing nips of teeth, darting inwards and outwards in a flash to leave only the aftermath of sensation in their wake. The nails though, they were far more permanent affairs, constantly scraping and scratching anywhere they could work themselves - everywhere it seemed. It wasn’t the words or the tactile sensations that captivated the most though, enjoyable though they were, it was the eyes. No fear, no hesitation and filled with a toying desire.

Sensation, it was such a beautiful thing. Of all the gifts people possessed it was the most powerful and she gave herself up to it. Breath hissed at the slight pain but the pleasure overrode it neatly and just as was desired she writhed underneath the ministrations as they worked themselves towards the goal in mind. Ever downwards, slow and testing. There was a deep smile across her lips intermittently as imagination pursued the physical and then overtook it rapidly and progressed into anticipation. It came up against a wall quickly, without warning as everything ceased and the stinging ripple bloomed across her backside. Her eye flicked open and gazed at the other with surprise at first and then shifted into a sultry look. She bit her lip, she was being given a choice? The illusion of choice more accurately. She shifted herself forwards slightly and wrapped her calves around her waist, pulling Fallon towards her as fingers reached out to tangle in the hair.

“You will not stop,” she kissed her and bit the lower lip to give emphasis to her point before tugging the hair slightly to guide the act to continue, “or I will not reciprocate. If you can‘t tell I enjoyed it then you aren’t looking hard enough. Shame, I thought you liked looking” she met the eyes then with a mischievous curl of the lips.

She shifted back then, letting her go, to see what would happen and whether she really was as obedient as she claimed to be. At least she had incentive now, or rather more than she possessed before.