Is that what you think I need? To be the only one you think of when you’re lying in bed and squirming later?
[ she’s not being entirely serious, mostly affecting that stern tone that ianthe seems to like from her. and the notion of trying to discover exactly what they could get away with has increasing appeal.
but she also knows they both have greater resolve than this, are capable of withstanding so much more. even if she briefly scrapes gentle bites over the blades of ianthe’s shoulder before soothing them over with her tongue. ]
[Ianthe decided to test her limits in this, pushing the boundaries set, as her fingers slowly started gathering up the fabric of Yennefer's skirt, seeking to take phalanges to the bare skin of her thigh.
[ it’s not as if ianthe’s bone hand is a particularly subtle appendage otherwise, and neither is it the case here when yennefer feels it slowly drawing up her skirt. she hums, lightly, as if she’s only just discovered something, worrying another bite into ianthe’s skin before lifting her head. ]
What is it you think you’re doing? [ she knows she won’t be able to create any lasting bruises, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t finding something to enjoy. ]
[That's what she said, though across the psychic link, Ianthe sent fleeting images of Yennefer firmly pinning her hands to the wall, denying her any contact beyond what the older gave her. Of red lines drawn across her pale skin, of fresh crimson sliding slowly down her back... lapped by that talented tongue the sorceress possessed.]
[ it's magic, in the end, that returns ianthe's hands right where they need to be — yennefer's chaos, tapping into the air that she can wield to grab hold of the necromancer's wrists like transparent bindings and pin them to the wall. ]
But you've also told me you need to be good, and for that reason alone, I have to deny both of us what we want.
[ she steps back, asserting more distance between them again, using her chaos to keep ianthe held fast there, even as her expression briefly signals something like regret. ]
[She struggled briefly against the magic holding her wrists to the wall, but it wasn't any real resistance. Her heart pounded in her chest, abd Ianthe turned her head to rest her cheek against the wall. She acutely felt Yennefer's absence, the loss of warmth.]
Good. Yeah... I'll be good. Must be good.
[She closed her eyes, nodding, and tried to control her breathing. Every nerve was alive with the torture they put themselves through. It was amazing. Swallowing, Ianthe spoke in a thickened voice.]
[ she makes a point to school her voice into something more controlled, almost unaffected, but one skim over the surface of her thoughts would be enough to inform ianthe that she's anything but at the moment.
still, if she knows anything about maintaining control, about curbing certain impulses, these are lessons that go all the way back to when she was a novice at aretuza, and she won't let herself be so easily cowed now — no matter how appealing ianthe might look.
what might make her soften a little more, in the end, is the name ianthe uses for her — the name that no one else has called her here, at least since her arrival. ]
Mm. [ a pause, and then: ] Anyone ever told you you're a bad influence?
[ she does breathe a sigh though, through her nose, as ianthe drops a kiss to the top of her head, her own hands coming up to gently clutch within the crook of the younger woman's arms and hold.
it's a choice, to bask in a moment like this one, instead of immediately pulling away. it's a choice yennefer makes specifically where ianthe is concerned. ]
[Ianthe took advantage of the half foot of height she had on Yennefer to rub her cheek against the sorceress' temple - something like an affectionate nuzzle.]
Mm. Alright. Sometimes. It was today.
[An indulgent pause, lingering in the contact, before:] Wine?
[ she exhales it almost on a chuckle, a relieved sound, her fingers squeezing ianthe's arms for a lingering beat before withdrawing too, and she might look a little more flushed compared to when she first arrived. ]
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[ she’s not being entirely serious, mostly affecting that stern tone that ianthe seems to like from her. and the notion of trying to discover exactly what they could get away with has increasing appeal.
but she also knows they both have greater resolve than this, are capable of withstanding so much more. even if she briefly scrapes gentle bites over the blades of ianthe’s shoulder before soothing them over with her tongue. ]
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[Ianthe decided to test her limits in this, pushing the boundaries set, as her fingers slowly started gathering up the fabric of Yennefer's skirt, seeking to take phalanges to the bare skin of her thigh.
And maybe she wanted to provoke a harder bite.]
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[ it’s not as if ianthe’s bone hand is a particularly subtle appendage otherwise, and neither is it the case here when yennefer feels it slowly drawing up her skirt. she hums, lightly, as if she’s only just discovered something, worrying another bite into ianthe’s skin before lifting her head. ]
What is it you think you’re doing? [ she knows she won’t be able to create any lasting bruises, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t finding something to enjoy. ]
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[That's what she said, though across the psychic link, Ianthe sent fleeting images of Yennefer firmly pinning her hands to the wall, denying her any contact beyond what the older gave her. Of red lines drawn across her pale skin, of fresh crimson sliding slowly down her back... lapped by that talented tongue the sorceress possessed.]
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[ it's magic, in the end, that returns ianthe's hands right where they need to be — yennefer's chaos, tapping into the air that she can wield to grab hold of the necromancer's wrists like transparent bindings and pin them to the wall. ]
But you've also told me you need to be good, and for that reason alone, I have to deny both of us what we want.
[ she steps back, asserting more distance between them again, using her chaos to keep ianthe held fast there, even as her expression briefly signals something like regret. ]
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Good. Yeah... I'll be good. Must be good.
[She closed her eyes, nodding, and tried to control her breathing. Every nerve was alive with the torture they put themselves through. It was amazing. Swallowing, Ianthe spoke in a thickened voice.]
Thank you, Yen.
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[ she makes a point to school her voice into something more controlled, almost unaffected, but one skim over the surface of her thoughts would be enough to inform ianthe that she's anything but at the moment.
still, if she knows anything about maintaining control, about curbing certain impulses, these are lessons that go all the way back to when she was a novice at aretuza, and she won't let herself be so easily cowed now — no matter how appealing ianthe might look.
what might make her soften a little more, in the end, is the name ianthe uses for her — the name that no one else has called her here, at least since her arrival. ]
Mm. [ a pause, and then: ] Anyone ever told you you're a bad influence?
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[Ianthe chuckled a little before testing to see if she could pull herself away from the wall.]
How am I a bad influence on you?
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[ tempted into succumbing. tempted to use her power to simply break the chastity device and give them both what they wanted.
another moment passes before yennefer's fingers twitch at her sides and the flows of air holding ianthe to the wall suddenly dissipate. ]
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But isn't it so good to stop just short? To push to the very edge just to say 'No'?
[Tying the sash, Ianthe drew close to Yennefer so she could press a kiss to the top of her head.]
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[ she does breathe a sigh though, through her nose, as ianthe drops a kiss to the top of her head, her own hands coming up to gently clutch within the crook of the younger woman's arms and hold.
it's a choice, to bask in a moment like this one, instead of immediately pulling away. it's a choice yennefer makes specifically where ianthe is concerned. ]
Not always.
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Mm. Alright. Sometimes. It was today.
[An indulgent pause, lingering in the contact, before:] Wine?
🎀 !
[ she exhales it almost on a chuckle, a relieved sound, her fingers squeezing ianthe's arms for a lingering beat before withdrawing too, and she might look a little more flushed compared to when she first arrived. ]
Maybe the whole bottle.