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Shadowheart gets home first. She kicks off her heels at the back door and finds all the hidden collections seh can as quick as she can, stringing an automatic rifle across her back and slipping a new knife into the sheath at her thigh. She locks every door she can get to and then she grabs a shotgun and slings a belt of shells around herself as Laezel pulls up. Shadowheart waits at the top of the stairs, hears glass quietly break and then she waits.
Assassin she may be, but Laezel is no master of stealth like Shadowheart is. She can hear the womans footsteps as she moves through the main floor of the house, searching for her.
“Hi honey, you're home early,” Shadowheart says, gritting her teeth as she fires at the wall.
She says Lae'zels arm flail out the side as she catches her balance from dropping to the ground. Shadowhearts cocks the shotgun and fires again. Drywall spatters and dust falls.
“Still alive, baby?” Shadowheart calls out, peering through the holes on the drywall, seeing Lae'zels shoulder.
A pitiful groan. Stumbling.
Shadowheart rolls her eyes. Babies could feign death better than that.
She jerks out of the way as Lae'zel whips around and fires two shots back at her. Shadowheart snarls and reloads her shotgun, firing at the drywall where she knows Lae'zel is running.
Shadowheart quietly slides down the stairs and circles away from that hallway, assuming Lae'zel is trying to circle back around to catch her from the other side of the hallway. She moves silently, switching her shotgun out for her rifle as she does.
The softest sound of movement reaches her ears and she stops, turns to the wall at her left. Something shatters-she just knows it's that stupid vase she told Lae'zel her mother got for her, that's surely intentional because Laezel hated that thing-and pulls the trigger. She aims for where Lae'zels center mass would be until the magazine is empty.
When Shadowheart chucks the empty magazine aside Lae'zel darts across the hall, firing three times at her. One grazes her arm and Shadowheart cocks the lever back on the gun and slaps the side, pulling it up to aim at the kitchen.
“Your aim is as bad as your cooking!” Lae'zel shouts. Utensils shift and scatter and Shadowheart rolls her eyes and stalks closer, searching the kitchen for her. “Which is saying a lot!”
Lae'zel pops up and Shadowheart fires, seeing the gas line too late. She curses and turns around, flames licking at her back. Shadowheart rolls away, losing the shotgun in the process. She shifts to her feet quickly and discards the shell belt, waiting for Lae'zel to make another appearance
They're both quiet as the flames in the kitchen begin to die out. At least Lae'zel had the sense to shut the gas line off after she opened it.
“I think your tiny bottle ship building hobby is a waste of time!” Shadowheart snaps back, tired of waiting.
“They're unique!” Lae'zel snarls from her left and Shadowheart isn't fast enough to turn towards her as the woman tackles her.
Shadowheart grunts as her back hits the wall, Lae'zels shoulder in her stomach. She slams her elbow into the top of the woman's shoulder and Lae'zel punches her side. Shadowheart wraps her legs around her waist and Lae'zel steps back and straightens up, swinging Shadowheart around and holding tightly to her hips as she smacks Shadowheart into the nearby doorframe.
Dazed, she doesn't react as Lae'zel throws her down the hall and into picture frames. Shadowheart grabs one of the frames and slams it onto her head and Lae'zel unwraps Shadowhearts legs from around her to grab Shadowheart by the throat and slam her into the ground.
Gasping, she has only seconds to get her shit together, rolling away as Lae'zels fist connects with the hardwood. Lae'zel curses in pain and Shadowheart takes advantage of her hunched over position.
She climbs onto Lae'zels back and hooks her arm around her throat, pulling tight and up as she crosses her forearm behind her head. Lae'zel claws at her arm and gasps, somehow rising to her feet and stumbling around.
Shadowheart grits her teeth and braces her foot on the small of Lae'zels back, releasing her as she pushes the woman away from her. Lae'zel stumbled headfirst into the China cabinet and Shadowheart catches her breath.
With a roar of anger, Lae'zel swings around and slams porcelain plates into the side of Shadowhearts head. Shadowheart stumbles to the side and Lae'zel pushes her against the wall by the throat. A table digs into the small of her back and Shadowheart slides herself up onto it, Lae'zel slotting in between her legs.
“Call me daddy if you like,” Lae'zel antagonizes with a cocky grin.
Shadowheart sneers and jabs at the woman's throat where her collarbones meet. Lae'zel chokes and gasps so Shadowheart pushes her back with her foot and punches her square in the breast. Holding her chest and struggling for breath, Lae'zel bows over.
“Who's Daddy now?” Shadowheart taunts with a grin.
Lae'zel surges forward and digs her shoulder into Shadowhearts stomach again, wraps her arms tight around her waist and arcs backwards, slamming Shadowheart face first into the ground. She feels something crack and winces.
They both roll away from each other and Shadowheart has a gun stashed away under the couch she can just finish this-
Lae'zel has the rifle aimed at her.
-now. . . .
They pant as they look at each other. Two fingers on the trigger. Eyes locked.
Breathless.
The air sucks from the room. Are they really about to do this? End six years of nothing just. . .just like that?
Lae'zels yellow eyes soften and she looks down and back up.
“I can't,” Lae'zel says quietly. She hesitates and lowers the gun. “I can't do this to you. If you want this so bad
. .have it. I can't do it, Shadowheart.”
“Don't do this!” Shadowhearts grits.
She can't. . . There's no feelings. They're just covers. They've always been covers to each other. Lae'zel means nothing to her. And Shadowheart. . .Shadowheart can't stand it if she means something to Lae'zel.
“Put it up!” Shadowheart snarls, her eyes burn. Lae'zel sets the gun down and her eyes are wide and scared. She holds her hands out to the side, watching her. “Come on!” She yells at her.
“Lae'zel, don't give up that easy. Don't!” She practically begged.
If Lae'zel gives up this easy then Shadowheart. . .Shadowheart will have to murder her in cold blood. She can't do that to her. Her conscious won't let her.
Lae'zel has dried blood smeared across her lips, the split dark and angry. Small and deep gashes litter her face from the china hutch, some on her lip, her chin, the rest up, scattered on her brow. There's drywall in her hair, more blood smeared by her temple. Somewhere on her shoulder she's bleeding through her white shirt.
Shadowheart can feel her heartbeat in her brow, feels the warm wet blood there slowly oozing down. On her cheek she knows there's a deep gash from the fine china and somewhere on her thigh she feels an ache.
They're a mess. They've made a mess of each other.
Shadowheart grits her teeth and tears burn at her eyes.
Lae'zel grabs the pistol from the top and throws it away, she rushes forward in the empty space and holds her face, kissing her.
It's the first kiss they've had in. . . In years.
Hands roam her body, brushing her steadily collected artwork of bruises all of her body. Shadowheart cups Lae'zels jaw and kisses her, channeling all her apologies, all her desperation into the kiss.
I'm sorry-please don't hate me-forgive me-let me soothe those aches.
The seemingly only passionate kiss changes as Lae'zel grabs her by the hips and lifts her up. Shadowheart wraps her legs around her tightly and Lae'zel supports her rear as she sets Shadowheart on the table by the wall, slamming Shadowheart back so her head bounces against the wall.
Gasping, Shadowheart tears the button down shirt open and shoves it aside. Lae'zel attaches to the exposed skin of Shadowhearts collarbone as Shadowheart untucks Lae'zels shirt and pushes it down her arms. Pulling away to shed the shirt, Lae'zel moves back into her and Shadowheart cradles Lae'zels face against her chest.
The dress rips and then Lae'zel keeps ripping it, savagely tearing her clothes off until Shadowheart is only in dark lace. Lae'zel pauses to look at her only for a moment, drinking her in as Shadowheart heaves on the table, hands lightly cradled at Lae'zels neck.
Yellow eyes slowly lift to meet hers and they meet again in a desperation that she hasn't felt in eons.
They rip and claw and tear at each other. Lae'zels belt is thrown across the room, her shoes shucked off. Shadowheart leaves her dress behind as she slides off the table and pushes Lae'zel back towards the dinner table. Lae'zels pants fall to the ground and she steps out of them as she grabs at Shadowheart and turns them, pausing to brush everything in her way off the table.
Lae'zel lifts Shadowheart onto the table and she's taken by the display of strength and determination. With a hand on her chest, Lae'zel pushes Shadowheart to lay back on the table, moving down her body to tug at her lingerie with her teeth and then tug it down her legs.
“Quite the meal you are going to make,” Lae'zel muses. Shadowheart lifts her head to look at her and Lae'zel splays her palms over the tops of Shadowhearts thighs and falls to her knees. She plants her hands on the insides of Shadowhearts thighs and forcefully spreads her legs apart.
Shadowheart gasps. Lae'zel dives into her, sunders her into nothing.
Scrabbling for something to hold onto, Shadowheart grabs either side of the table, writhing against the surface as Lae'zel lathes at her. Her tongue is like the lot lash of pleasure and Shadowheart wants nothing more to be thrashed by it all night.
The tight grip of desire holds firmly at the base of her spine and when she feels it beginning to tease completion Shadowheart grasps it tight, holding pleas behind her teeth as she clenches them. Lae'zel splays her hand over Shadowhearts stomach and presses her nails into her skin, mercilessly licking at Shadowheart like she's a delectable dessert.
“ Yes ,” is the only thing Shadowheart manages to say.
Lae'zel makes Shadowheart come unlike she ever has before. Shadowheart lifts off the table, arms straining as she grips the edge of the table so tight it creaks. She throws her head back and hides the scream of pleasure behind her teeth, holding her breath until Lae'zel eases her through it and she collapses against the table.
Panting heavily, she relaxes her grip on the table. Lae'zel kisses at her skin, moving up her body until she is straddling Shadowhearts hips and kissing at her collarbone. Reaching down, she grabs Lae'zels face and kisses her pleasure from the woman's lips.
“Up,” Shadowheart directs, tugging at Lae'zels jaw.
The woman's eyes glitter and Lae'zel kisses her one more time before moving to straddle her face. Shadowheart hooks her arms around Lae'zels thighs and pulls the woman down to her, moaning into her.
A hand tangles in her hair and before long Lae'zel is holding Shadowheart tight and riding her face with quiet curses rumbling from her lips like a prayer. Shadowheart bends her knee and braces herself as she leans up towards Lae'zel, her hips mindlessly moving as she searches for more contact.
Lae'zel quivers and chokes above her, her slick dripping down Shadowhearts chin and throat by the time the woman pulls her hair to make her stop. Sliding off the table on shaking legs, Lae'zel stops Shadowheart before she can sit up, and she's between her legs again but sliding two fingers deep into her.
Writhing with renewed lust, Shadowheart searches for purchase on the table again, pushing off of it pulling herself into it, straining either way as she tries to resist the urge to jerk her hips up into Lae'zel's hand.
Merciless in sex as she is in a fight, Lae'zel does not let up when Shadowheart comes around her again, clenching and sighing and moaning quietly. She does not relent when Shadowhearts face contorts in a mix of pain and pleasure, her sensitive body shaking from overstimulation.
She doesnt stop until Shadowhearts slick dampens the edge of the table and she has no more to offer.
Still buried within her but keeping her hands still, Lae'zel braces her hand by Shadowhearts hip and both of them catch their breath. Shadowheart stares up at that stupid gaudy chandelier and she sits up, pushes Lae'zel away gently and picks up the discarded pistol to shoot the chandelier down.
They both watch it shatter and fall and when Shadowheart looks at Lae'zel and raises an eyebrow daring the woman to challenge her Lae'zel just looks back at the chandelier.
“I honestly hated that thing,” she says.
“Me too,” Shadowheart agrees.
They look at the chandelier again and she doesn't know which of them moves first but they're kissing deeply again and Shadowheart doesn't ever want this to stop. Lae'zel paws at her body and Shadowheart chuckles and plants her hand in Lae'zels chest, walking her backwards until the woman bumps into the wall.
“I'm far from done with you,” Shadowheart tells her. She keeps eye contact with Lae'zel as she sinks to her knee and urged Lae'zel to throw a leg over her shoulder.
Shadowheart feels like she is at an altar, and Lae'zel is the one and only object of her devotion. She worships Lae'zel so well that any god looking down on her would roar with envy, the same way Lae'zel roars as she clenches around Shadowhearts fingers and her leg shakes. Shadowheart grips her thigh and hums into her body, drinking her fill of Lae'zel, lapping at her desire and feeling it thrum faster inside her.
“The night is young, but we do not have forever.” Lae'zel pulls Shadowheart up to her feet and kisses her. Her eyes are shining with mischief when Shadowheart pulls away. “There are things I would yet do unto you.”
“I'm all yours, honey,” Shadowheart says honestly.
It's the first real truth she's said in ages, and it lifts the weight in her chest a little.
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There's a knock on the door somewhere around three am. Shadowheart makes Lae'zel answer it-well, she's handcuffed, so she doesn't have much choice-though she hovers near as the woman holds a blanket up to cover herself. It's the neighbors and the gods damned police and seriously it's a miracle that they aren't arrested already.
“We heard quite the racket we just. . .wanted to see if you were alright?” The neighbors ask, always so nosy.
“Do you mind if we take a look around? Ask you some questions?” That must be the police officer.
Shadowheart sighs and peaks around the edge of the door with a casual smile. She knows that dark hickeys and bruises from the fight spackle her skin now on display, her modesty covered only by the door and her trust in Lae'zel to not open it further.
The neighbors pale and then immediately blush, looking between the both of them. The police officers tries not to grin as he adjusts his hat.
“We're just catching up. We had that trip, you know,” Shadowheart says sweetly. “Do you mind?” She pointedly looks at them and the police officer nods and waves as he begins to walk away.
“Oh, what happened to your chandelier are you redecorating-?”
The neighbors are still staring when they shut the door.
“I believe I was busy before I was so rudely interrupted,” Lae'zel croons. Shadowheart raises her eyebrows and Lae'zel grabs her cuffed wrists and wrenches them above her head, pinning her to the door.
“If you're thinking of showing them what it sounds like to have a real orgasm, Lae'zel, so help me I will-”
“What?” Lae'zel interrupts coyly. “You can't do a thing, sweetheart.”
The cuffs click and fall to the floor as Shadowheart breaks out of them. Lae'zels eyes wide and she looks at Shadowhearts hands where she keeps them above her head.
“You could do that this whole time?” She asks, disappointment tugging her expression downwards.
“I thought I'd humor you,” Shadowheart says with a shrug of her shoulder. “Now, I believe something was mentioned about rolling over?”
Lae'zel frowns, taking a moment to understand what Shadowheart means and then her expression darkens, her hands on Shadowhearts hips.
“Oh, really?” Lae'zel croons, devilish thoughts reflected in her eyes.
“Oh, I don't mean me,” Shadowheart purrs. She glances up the stairs, towards the bedroom where she knows a brand new plaything awaits them.
So what? She had gotten a little lonely a few nights and needed something . The fact that she'd gotten the harness, too, while she was there was really just foresight.
“You can't be serious,” Lae'zel rejects in indignation.
Shadowheart smiles toothlessly and hums as she grabs Lae'zel by the chin and kisses her. She's smiling against Lae'zels pouting lips and she turns Lae'zel around by her shoulders and smacks her ass.
“Come on then, show me how good you roll over.”
Laezel glares at her over her shoulder and Shadowheart laughs. Honest to God throws her head back and laughs. She startles when she feels a hand on her cheek and, still smiling, looks down at Lae'zel. Her expression has softened, her eyes are large and full of adoration.
“I missed your laughter,” she says. “Your smile, your joy. I am sorry-”
“Don't do this now,” Shadowheart whispers against her lips. “Not yet.”
Lae'zel searches her eyes and then nods, closing her eyes as they press their foreheads together.
“That doesn't get you out of it, and stop whining, I know you'll like it,” Shadowheart assures. Lae'zel frowns but steps away to acquiecse and Shadowheart watches her climb the stairs, anticipation coiling in her stomach.
She moves to get a drink while Lae'zel is busy upstairs. Shadowheart discovers the faucet has been spewing water this entire time and as undignified as it is she simply opens her mouth and drinks from the lightly spewing break. She doesn't stop to look at the other carnage they've wrecked, still too focused on Lae'zel to worry about it.
Once she's done she follows Lae'zel upstairs to the only part of the house they haven't completely ruined. Bullet holes and shotgun beads litter the stairs and the floors in some spots as she picks her way over, and when she enters the bedroom the bed is already disheveled and Lae'zel is emerging from the closet.
“ This is what you got?” Lae'zel asked incredulously.
Shadowheart grins and saunters up to her, palming at her hip bones and leaning in to brush her nose against her neck.
“Don't worry, baby, you can take it,” she purrs.
Lae'zel swallows thickly and Shadowheart laughs lightly as she leans away and grabs the harness from her hands. Gracefully she steps into it and laces up the corset style harness, next grabbing the fake cock from Lae'zel who stares at her stunned.
“You've. . .done this before, I take it?” Her wife asks, watching with wide eyes as Shadowheart affixes the appendage.
Shadowheart only replies with a smile and leads Lae'zel to the bed, pushing her down onto it. She climbs onto Lae'zel and kisses her way across her body, lathing at the various freckles on her skin and groaning as she kisses at her breast.
Sliding back down her body, Shadowheart kneels at the edge of the bed and hooks her arms under Lae'zels thighs. She dives into her without preamble, suckling sweet moans from her and drinking her fill of her. When Lae'zel is keening and thrusting up at her face Shadowheart stands up and splays her hands on her thighs.
“Roll over,” she urges.
Lae'zel looks at her with an expression Shadowheart can only describe as are you serious ? So she nods and Lae'zel hesitantly scoots further into the bed and gets on her knees.
She's biting her lip as she kneels behind Lae'zel and holds the fake cock in her hand. Lae'zel is propped up on her elbows, her head hung between her shoulders as she still catches her breath.
“Are you ready, baby?” Shadowheart asks softly, surprised at the hoarseness of her voice.
Instead of answering, Lae'zel drops to one elbow and Shadowheart knows her other hand is between her thighs. Shadowheart refrains from groaning and lines herself up, sliding slowly into Lae'zel who takes her in greedily.
There's something about the ragged moan that drags deep from Lae'zels throat that makes Shadowheart break. When she's fully seated inside her wife, Shadowheart sees her arm shift and knows she's toying with herself.
Shadowheart doesn't wait any further.
Grabbing Lae'zels hips she pulls out and pushes back inside of her. Lae'zel groans and her free arm extends above her head, tangling in the sheets. Shadowheart flexes her hips and pumps into Lae'zel with ease, grinding into her with fluid, seamless motions.
Pants and groans fill the room as they both feel pleasure from the act. Shadowhearts thinks she's never seen anything as beautiful as Lae'zel sprawled out beneath her on her knees and moaning freely.
She doesn't bother talking Lae'zel through it, somehow she knows this moment is better in the quiet of the dark night.
Shadowheart splays her hand on Lae'zels ass and grabs her tightly, putting more strength behind her thrusts. Lae'zel begins moaning in time with every thrust, her arm shifting quicker.
Without thinking about it Shadowheart smacks her hard on the ass and Lae'zel groans deeply, her body moving with each jerk of Shadowhearts hips, pliant in her grasp. It's addicting to see Lae'zel bow to her, and Shadowheart doesn't think she'll ever get enough of it.
Flexing her hips she pumps up into her in deep but shallow thrusts. Lae'zel turns her head and let's her face smash into the sheets. Her knees spread wider and she sinks to the bed bonelessly, her hand between her legs furiously moving away.
Slowing her thrusts as she sees this, Shadowheart revels in the quiet and low sounds coming from Lae'zel. She drags her nails down her back and spreads her open further, sinking deeper into her.
“Shadowheart-” Lae'zel gasps and her jaw opens wide as she moans into the bedsheets, the hand grasped in them tightening impossibly further. “Shadowheart?” Lae'zels voice hitches and she twists her neck, her chin touching her still bruised shoulder.
“I'm here, baby, I've got you,” she says, hoping it's the right thing to say.
Lae'zel keens and jerks her chin up away from her shoulder, her jaw clicking as she opens it wide and her neck strains. Shadowheart pumps harder into her, having to hold her hips to keep them connected.
Her wife sinks even lower and Shadowheart plants her hand by her hip on the bed, pounding down into her and panting heavily from the effort. Lae'zel makes a sort of choking sound and then breaths heavy, deep moans accompanying every breath.
Shadowheart slows her pace but doesn't stop entirely, not until Lae'zels hand stops moving between her legs and she sighs into the sheets. Bowing over her, Shadowheart buries into her completely and kisses her shoulder, dropping to her elbow to hover over Lae'zel and encompass her in her body.
Slowly, Lae'zel cracks one eye, her pupils so large that her eyes are midnight black. Shadowheart smiles at her and presses another kiss to her shoulder, unable to reach the woman's lips because of how they're tied together.
“Hey, honey,” Shadowheart croons.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Lae'zel tiredly replies.