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Rook’s name came as a sigh from Neve’s lips from where the mage was perched atop the center of her bed. There she sat in the bedroom of her Docktown apartment, silk covering her eyes, and a need growing between her legs. Rook knelt in front of her, knees sinking into the soft mattress. She gave the blindfold the gentlest of tugs downward, intent on making sure Neve was truly in the dark for the time being.
Rook cradled the side of Neve’s face with one hand, leaning in close enough that Neve could feel her breath when she spoke. “Just be a little patient for me.” Rook followed her gentle request by placing a kiss to Neve’s lips. Without being able to see her, Neve leaned instinctively into that familiar touch. It was gone all too quickly when she felt a hand press against her shoulder. “Lie back for me.”
Neve let Rook guide her back against the pillows, her already naked skin brushing against cool sheets. Rook let Neve situate herself before making her next move. “Let’s see…” She murmured it half to herself. Neve felt Rook’s legs settle on either side of her hips as the woman went to straddle her. It was followed by the sound of previously installed restraints being fumbled with at the headboard. “C’mere.” Rook spoke knowing Neve wouldn’t know exactly where here was. She took her hand in her own and gently guided her wrist into the silk ties. Rook took her time methodically securing things, one wrist at a time. “Give that a tug for me.”
Neve tested against her restraints, pulling against them and feeling her heart pound with excitement when they didn’t budge. “All yours, Trouble.” She was certain the words would make Rook grin, even without seeing her face. She was met with the feelings of warm hands running down her body. Rook’s fingers traced lightly across her abdomen and she took note of the goosebumps that were quick to appear on Neve’s skin. Rook wondered how much more sensitive she might be to her touch when she couldn’t see it coming.
Rook drank in the sight of her like this, arms above her head with her body on display. “You look beautiful,” She sounded breathless when she said it. “My Neve,” The words drew a blush to Neve’s cheeks as Rook leaned downward and pressed a kiss to her jaw. “My girl,” Rook murmured against her skin, hands still taking the time to explore the length of her body beneath her. She found her chest while her lips moved down her neck. Rook squeezed at soft skin and spent extra time showing attention to that spot behind Neve’s ear. She noticed the way Neve squeezed her thighs together, already after the sort of pleasure Rook was going to make her wait for.
Rook hummed against her skin, fingertips grazing Neve’s already hardened nipples. She noticed the way Neve bit at her lower lip in response to her touch. She touched idly, more focused on kissing and nibbling with her mouth. She stopped to suck at the place where Neve’s neck met her shoulder. Neve’s breathing quickened and she felt her heart beating rapidly in her chest. Rook kissed and bit until she knew there’d be a mark. Neve could scold her and perhaps she would later. For now she was too focused on how good her mouth felt.
Rook kissed down to her collarbones and she took her time going any lower. Neve’s chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace. “Such a tease,” Neve sighed and shifted her hips once as if searching for something. She missed the smug smile playing on Rook’s lips. “But won’t that make it all the more worth it?” Rook countered, thumbs brushing slow circles around each erect nipple. She felt another writhe of Neve’s hips beneath her. Each reaction only encouraged her.
Rook trailed more kisses down Neve’s chest until she took a nipple into her mouth. Neve’s head leaned further back against the pillows as a soft moan left the back of her throat. Rook bit down gently once before sucking without any consideration or care for the obscene sounds her mouth had begun to make. It was a bit messy, a bit hurried. This was all a test of Rook’s patience as well. Neve moaned again when she felt her other nipple being lightly twisted between fingertips. The dual attention was enough to drive her wild.
Rook was shifting suddenly and then came a soft gasp from Neve when she felt the press of a knee between her legs. She pulled her mouth away from Neve’s chest. “Oh,” Rook was grinning when she spoke. “Neve,” Rook tssked once in mock disapproval. “that wet for me already?” She could feel Neve’s arousal against the bare skin of her thigh. She felt Neve grind her hips against her once—twice. Neve tried and failed to hold back her own moans after groaning Rook’s name. Still, Rook knew better than to think that Neve wasn’t enjoying this. It was a rarity to get her like this. Neve didn’t often find herself in a position where she relinquished that much control. Yet they both relished it.
Rook returned her attention back to Neve’s chest, working her lips and tongue across every inch of exposed skin. Neve’s brows furrowed and she’d let out soft whimpers and pleased sighs. She felt terribly sensitive like this—restrained, blindfolded, and unable to reach for the woman on top of her. Her hips began to cant forward again, even more desperate than before. Rook pushed her knee upward and allowed Neve to gain more friction. Neve gave a gasp before sinking against the added pressure. Her hips moved hurriedly as she chased the feeling of her own pleasure. Rook kept her that way for some time, just pressing against her and continuing to explore with her hands.
Rook couldn’t help but to lean back and watch her. A very light sheen of sweat had formed across her brow and her cheeks were pleasantly rosy. Her lips were wet and parted. She was as gorgeous as ever. Neve let out a whine when she felt hands toying at her chest again. For as nice as her touch was, it wasn’t quite where she wanted it. She hissed out her name again through gritted teeth. “Want to move things a bit lower?” Neve suggested sweetly. It made Rook’s face light up in a smile. With her knee still pressed against her, Rook knew it wasn’t nearly enough. She gave a thoughtful hum, as if considering Neve’s words carefully. She leaned downward again, lips grazing against Neve’s ear in a way that made her shiver. “I suppose,” A gentle kiss was pressed to her neck. “you’ve been good.”
Rook began by kissing her way back down Neve’s body. She’d still take her time getting where she needed to be. She’d pause to pay attention to her chest again, to trail her fingers against the taut skin of her abdomen, to suck and bite at her hip. This got a particularly noisy reaction from Neve who arched her back and leaned into the touch. “Fuck,” The curse left her mouth without thinking, without caring to temper her reactions. She felt Rook situating herself between her thighs as her hands gently pushed them apart to make room. She was pleased with how worked up Neve was getting and even more pleased to see how wet she had grown.
Rook wrapped an arm around each leg and switched from hips to inner thigh. She had already left little red marks and bruises in her wake and she wasn’t quite finished. The scrape of teeth and the feel of Rook’s lips were enough to make Neve’s thighs begin to shake. She wasn’t sure if it was with impatience or pleasure at this very moment—perhaps a combination of both. “Touch me.” Neve whined suddenly and she surprised herself with how desperate her own voice sounded. Gods, the things this woman could reduce to her to. “Not even a please?” Rook replied, mock offended. Neve huffed out an exasperated sigh, pulling against her restraints as if it would help any.
Rook took her time trailing more kisses down Neve’s thighs until she hovered her mouth between them. She was close enough that Neve could feel her hot breath against her. It made the woman squirm in anticipation—waiting, waiting, waiting. She could hardly keep herself from grinding her hips forward in search of Rook’s mouth. Her muscles were tensed and Rook could see it in the way her limbs twitched and jerked. Every almost touch was setting Neve’s skin ablaze. “Please.” The word left Neve’s mouth like a desperate whine. She’d remember to be embarrassed by the way she sounded later. For the time being, she couldn’t be bothered.
Just like that, Rook’s tongue was on her. A slow languid motion that had Neve hooking her legs over Rook’s shoulders. It was half of what Neve was looking for but with not nearly enough pressure. She should’ve known better than to think the teasing would stop there. Neve resisted the urge to squeeze her thighs together again, as if holding Rook against her might get her where she wanted more quickly. When Rook’s tongue stilled, Neve did take it upon herself to grind against her once more. “Please, I need more,” Neve pleaded with her, “I want your mouth.” She told her shamelessly, instead opting to let her legs fall further open, inviting Rook further in.
With Neve shaking beneath what little touch Rook gave, she let her tongue explore further. She kept the contact light, her tongue moving in quick brief strokes. “Dammit, Rook—” Something about Neve cursing told Rook she was pressing all the right buttons. Her hips began to roll, her hands coiling around the silk restraints above her. She gripped and pulled as if needing something to keep her grounded. “Please,” Another throaty whine from Neve. “please, please, please—” She was reduced to hurried begging when she felt the flick of a tongue against her clit. “I need more of you—”
Rook pressed her tongue against Neve’s aching center and then let her lips find her clit. She took it into her mouth and sucked gently until she heard Neve start moaning above her. Rook wasn’t sure she’d ever heard her quite like this. She unwrapped one arm from Neve’s quaking thigh. Her fingertips brushed up against Neve’s thoroughly soaked entrance. It made the woman above her gasp and writhe downward. She was utterly aching for her. She craved more, more, more. Rook’s name came tumbling from Neve’s lips as she tried to push against her fingers.
“You’ve been such a good girl for me, Neve,” Rook started, fingers finding Neve’s clit while she spoke. She drew lazy circles while Neve groaned as the pace had once again slowed. “Haven’t you?” Rook looked up at Neve’s face. Her lips looked plump and inviting, letting out fast breaths. If she hadn’t already busied her fingers and tongue she’d be finding her way back upward and would kiss her furiously. “I’ve been plenty good.” Neve said it with a nod, pulling against her ties once more. Surely she could convince her. “Don’t you think I deserve to be touched?”
There was something in the way Neve was asking her—tempting her. Even when left to Rook’s mercy she’d find a way to drive her just as crazy. The silky soft sound of her voice, the near pout on her lips, the sight of slick folds in front of Rook’s face that invited her ever closer. Neve knew Rook loved to touch her. She’d only uttered it a hundred times before when they’d come together like this. So, Rook would relent for now. She pressed her fingertips slowly against Neve’s entrance and she let her tongue find its way back to her clit. A sharp oh left Neve’s mouth when fingers began pressing their way inside of her. Rook moved at an agonizingly slow pace. Neve only kept her hips still for fear that showing too much eagerness would cause Rook to pull away.
Neve could hear how wet she had grown, could feel the ease at which Rook’s two fingers moved in and out of her. She was sure to be making a mess of Rook’s lips and chin. “You taste so good.” Neve could just barely make out the words coming from the woman between her legs. It was a compliment that used to embarrass her. While it still made her blush to hear it, it now made her sigh with contentment to hear Rook speak about her that way. “And fuck, Neve, you feel so—” Instead of finishing the sentence Rook opted for curling her fingers inside of Neve.
This, combined with a deft swipe of her tongue, led to a series of loud moans from Neve. She swore and abandoned the idea that her hips needed to lie still. She ground hard against Rook’s tongue, down against her fingers. Each slow thrust was drawing out sounds from Neve that she hadn’t even known she was capable of. She wanted to plead with her to go faster and she had a feeling that that might be Rook’s very goal. She felt her sucking against her clit and she shuddered. The combination of stimulation had heat coiling in the pit of Neve’s stomach.
“More, Rook, I need more of you.” Neve wanted to reach down and tangle her fingers in her hair. She wanted to press her ever closer and to make sure she wouldn’t pull away. Instead, she was resigned to lie there and take what was given to her at whatever pace Rook decided to set. She’d be lying if she said the whole thing wasn’t driving her pleasantly crazy. It made each touch that much sweeter and the lack of sight seemed to heighten it that much more.
“More?” Rook teased, fingering her ever slower as she pulled her mouth away. “What more could you possibly need from me?” She feigned ignorance. If Neve wanted to be fucked, she was going to ask for it plainly. Rook would hear her say it. She curled her fingers again, pressing deep inside of Neve and then pumping in and out. She never once quickened her pace. She heard Neve groan and then draw in a great breath. “For fuck’s sake,” the words came out as another whine before she continued, “I want you to fuck me like you mean it. I want you harder and faster and just please, please Rook I can’t stand the teasing another second—”
Rook knew she would have gone on. She could tell by the way she shook against the mattress and the tone of her voice that she was well past caring about her pride. For as much as she liked to hear her beg, Rook had grown rather tired of holding back. She took Neve’s swollen clit between her lips and touched her exactly the way she knew she liked. She pressed her fingers deep inside of her and curled them with each thrust. The moan that came from Neve was obscene when Rook slid in a third finger. Neve loved feeling nice and full for her, loved how it felt to feel her fingers inside of her.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, okay?” Neve was still pleading as her back arched once more. The angle Rook was hitting was enough to cause tears to prick in the corner of her eyes. She felt herself tightening rapidly around Rook’s fingers. The way her tongue flicked against her clit made her gasp and whimper. She wanted to tell Rook how much she loved her, how good she felt. Instead she found herself reduced to moaning and whining. Finally, when Rook hit that spot inside of her, she managed out, “Oh, close, I’m so close—” Neve should’ve known better than to say as much.
Rook’s fingers slid out of her all too easily. Her tongue stopped moving and Neve felt achingly empty. Her hips writhed as she chased after the feeling she already so sorely missed. “Come back,” Neve groaned, head flopping back hard against the pillows. The sheets were a mess beneath her, her tied back hair had become unkempt with flyaways. Rook made a point to commit the sight to memory. Her skin glowing, cheeks reddened, the way her chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace. “I’ve waited plenty, I’ve been patient, I’ve begged.” Neve’s voice interrupted Rook’s admiring. “I know, I know.” Rook pressed sweet kisses against her thigh.
Truly, she wasn’t wrong. Rook has made her wait and wait. Still, there was something to be said about bringing her right up to that edge only to stop. She knew it must be driving her mad. She also knew the way the anticipation would increase Neve’s pleasure and there was hardly anything else Rook loved more than making Neve feel good. So, she brought her fingers back to where Neve so desperately wanted her. She inserted two fingers and used her mouth to stimulate where her fingers wouldn’t. With Neve still as wet as ever, Rook wasted no time adding back in a third digit. It had her moaning back in full force.
Rook hummed against her, pleased with the sounds she continued to earn. “Please,” Neve wasn’t even sure what she was begging for anymore. There was hardly a coherent sentence she could string together. She was overwhelmed in the best sense. “Please, Amata, make me come—” Neve’s hips moved with little rhythm to them, bucking on their on accord into Rook’s touch. Neve could feel herself rapidly tightening against her fingers once more. A well timed suck against her clit practically had Neve tipping right over that edge. She was right there.
Then Rook was still. Rook was still and Neve felt like she might weep. She was right at the peak of pleasure only for it to come to a screeching halt once more. With Rook’s fingers still deep inside of her, she rolled her hips and chased the feeling. It wasn’t nearly enough but if she moved just right it was still something. It was still enough to make her groan and swear. Rook could hardly stand it—the look of her was driving her insane. Lips parted and panting, slick and shining between her thighs, muscles taut against her restraints. It was enough to make Rook just as impatient.
She busied her mouth against shaking thighs, tenderly kissing over previously left marks. “My girl,” She sighed, “I love you.” She told her with a slow curl of her fingers that made Neve cry out. “I’d love you more if you’d keep doing that.” Came Neve’s quick reply. It made Rook laugh and she nipped gently at sensitive skin. Rook supposed she had done her fair share of waiting—they both had by now. She began by finding a new rhythm with her fingers, pumping in and out. “Oh, there, yes—” Neve couldn’t get the rest of her words out once Rook’s tongue was back in the mix. She settled for sighing out Rook’s name once more and for showing her just how good she was making her feel. She did everything she could to sink down against her fingers with each thrust.
“You look…” Rook wasn’t sure she quite had the words. She had grown rather breathless herself with her own efforts. “Neve, you look incredible.” She buried her face between her legs and kept it there. She had Neve exactly where she wanted her. Worked up, moaning, pleading with Rook not to stop. “Keep going, keep going.” Neve spoke hurriedly. She worried if she didn’t come soon that Rook would cease her movements again. Even without a warning, Rook could tell she was close. She could feel it and hear it and see it in every little jerky movement. Neve’s nerves were on fire. A long, throaty moan was drawn from her. “I’m gonna come, I’m so—”
Rook pressed her fingers upward, finding that tender spot inside of her and sucking hard against her clit. She wanted to feel her come undone against her tongue. She wanted to taste her and to feel her and to get lost in her. Tears were welled up in Neve’s eyes, beginning to dampen the inside of the silk blindfold. It was all so pleasantly overwhelming. She couldn’t possibly get enough of Rook.
When Neve’s orgasm came, she pulled hard against her restraints. It rocked and creaked the headboard. She arched her back, she hooked her legs tightly around Rook’s shoulders. She wanted to hold her there and make sure she wasn’t going anywhere. Her face felt impossibly hot and she knew she was making of mess of things between her legs. She knew what a sight it must be. Rook fucked her through her pleasure and lapped at her until she stopped twitching against her. “Don’t you dare stop at just one.” Neve said it breathlessly, just barely beginning to come down. She squeezed her thighs against Rook, urging her to keep going. That was always the way, wasn’t it? Once Rook had her like this it was hard to stop at just one.
Rook hummed and sucked at her inner thighs again while her fingers played against her. Even with a slower pace, Neve was moaning and whining out at every little touch. She was sensitive and it showed in the way she jerked against her ties when Rook touched her clit again. She flicked her tongue hurriedly and listened to the sound of her own name spoken once more. Like a prayer, like a promise. It was a sound she’d never tire of. “Gonna come again for me love? Wanna show me how good I make you feel?” Rook murmured against her, just loud enough for Neve to hear.
With one leg hooked over her shoulder, Rook sat up slightly. The change of angle made Neve gasp out and pull again against the silk. Rook had come to know her body so well. She every mark and scar, what reactions she could illicit, and how to touch her exactly as she liked. Neve was grateful for this familiarity, especially as she felt her peak building once more. Rook watched her face as she fucked her, her pleasure written clearly across her features that weren’t hidden. With three fingers still deep inside of her, she pressed against her clit with her thumb. She bit down on Neve’s thigh and went to work leaving more marks.
When Neve began gasping, hips bucking, she knew she was close once more. “Already?” Rook teased. Neve’s face grew impossibly hotter but it felt too damn good to be embarrassed. When Neve came again it was hard and fast. Her legs shook, her hands white-knuckled from where they grasped at her restraints, her bottom lip quivered as she bit down on it. She came with a pathetic whine that turned to a half cry, half gasp. Rook could tell she had pushed her in the exact way she had meant to. Just enough to make this feeling extra worth it.
She let Neve come down, slowly working her fingers in and out while she rode out those final blissful waves. “See what a little patience gets you?” Rook mused as she let her leg down off her shoulder and let her fingers come out at an achingly slow pace. All Neve could do was smile and weakly shake her head in exasperation. She felt the mattress lift and sink as Rook resettled at her side. She felt hands touch gently at the silk near her eyes, and Neve lifted her head to allow better access. Rook found one end of the tie and gave a gentle pull. The blindfold slipped and came undone easily and Neve blinked against the dim light. Rook let her readjust and set the blindfold aside. She was smiling at Neve with an all too smug look on her face.
Before Neve could say anything, she watched as Rook brought her fingers to her lips. “Open for me.” Rook instructed, voice full of affection despite the order. Neve didn’t break eye contact as she opened her mouth and invited Rook inside. Her tongue wrapped around a single digit, taking her into her mouth and tasting her own wetness against her skin. One by one she sucked each finger into her mouth and cleaned off the mess she’d made. She made a point to keep eye contact with Rook the entire time. She didn’t miss the way it made Rook shiver or how the flush on her cheeks deepened. For as much as Neve had been worked up, she didn’t doubt for a second that it went both ways.
“Good girl.” Rook swallowed and chastely kissed her cheek. She went to work on the other ties, undoing each wrist with gentle touches. When Neve was free, Rook took each hand and gently rubbed her thumbs where the restraints had pressed marks into Neve’s skin. Neve hummed gratefully, letting her eyes flutter shut for a moment. There was a gentle and pleasant ache in her limbs. She let Rook massage each wrist until she placed her arms back at her sides. “You’re sweet.” Neve sighed, all soft smiles and slow movements. “Am I?” Rook said it with a smirk, leaning down and kissing the corner of Neve’s mouth.
“Well,” Neve wrapped her arms around Rook and invited her to lay against her. “most of the time.” This earned a laugh from Rook who settled her head on Neve’s chest. She traced lines against Neve’s hip until she felt Neve’s hand come and lace their fingers together. “You are something else.” Neve was shaking her head again when she said it. Rook was practically beaming at her. “But you love it.” Neve sighed, a happy playful sigh, and gave Rook’s hand a squeeze. “I do.” She kissed her cheek and ran the fingers of her free hand through her hair. It felt good to finally touch her. It always did. “I love you.”
Neve kissed her forehead, her cheekbones, her lips, her chin. She had some lost time to make up for, after all. “I love you, too.” Rook said it through stifled giggling while Neve continued peppering kisses over her face. Then there was the feeling of her wrists being grasped and Neve was rolling herself atop her. Leave it to Neve Gallus to still have the energy to move. She settled herself on Rook’s waist, pinning her hands to the mattress above her head. “Now,” She leaned in, voice a bit hoarse. Her lips brushed up against Rook’s ear. “Let me return the favor.”