Faster next time
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madame_dennaPairing: Denna/Dahlia/Cara
Rating: R
Words: ~ 650
Warnings: none
Summary: severely belated fill for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
seeker_kinkmeme, PWP of course
Prompt: "She makes Cara watch" (I hope the interpretation is right though, if not I hope you don't mind xD)
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course no money is made.
"Sister Cara!"
Cara lazily stopped her walk, turning to face the sister who had called after her. After an exhausting day of training, the only thing she wanted right now, was to relax her tense muscles in the hot water of the bathing chambers - nothing else, just solitude and relaxation. Maybe she would ask for Dahlia to join her, to help her with this said relaxation. She watched as the young apprentice rushed towards her with an expression of annoyance, that made the young woman break eye contact, studying the floor beneath Cara's boots instead.
"I'm sorry, but Mistress Denna send for you to come to her chambers." The young woman blurted out, trying to calm her breath and Cara wondered how long the young woman had been searching for her.
Cara contemplated on her answer for a moment, weighting her options, then reached slowly for the young womans chin and lifted it up to meet eyes with her again. "Tell Mistress Denna, that I'll be there in about three candle-marks." She looked pointedly at the younger woman for a moment, then let go of her chin and turned to leave.
The young woman's voice trembled as she called quietly after her, "Mistress Denna said explicit now-", she took a breath to gain the strengh for her words next, "and not a second later."
Cara rolled her eyes at the statement, which - she knew - must have been Denna's words exactly. She was tired of Denna's demands, that were carried by an impatience, that left Cara short-tempered handling the platinum blonde lately - but, she should really be accustomed to Denna's moods by now.
Cara gave the woman a short nod and reluctantly started down the corridor in the direction of Denna’s chambers. She casted a longing look over her shoulder as she passed the entrance of the baths, hoping that it wouldn't take too long, when she finally would be there. After a short walk, she reached the massive wooden door, that would lead her in Denna's sanctuary and threw it open, expecting Denna already waiting impatiently for her.
The sight before her makes her stop dead in her tracks.
Then Denna does not seem to be waiting impatiently, as she sits on the edge of her bed.
And neither does Dahlia, who is straddling Denna's waist.
Both of them naked.
Cara gulps down the lump in her throat, as she takes in the rise and fall of Dahlia's hips, accompanied by a soft whimper and all thoughts of a quiet evening in the baths are long forgotten.
Two pairs of eyes, blue and grey, settle on her. Denna smirks. "Cara," she purrs, as she trusts her hip upwards and Dahlia moans deeply in response, "finally you made it."
Denna is smiling, dangerously, as she lowers her head to Dahlia's chest, tongue lapping about the pebbled flesh and with her other hand, tweaks at Dahlia's other breast. Dahlia tosses her head back, dark wavy hair flowing down her bare back, as her body arches like a bow and she holds tight on Denna's shoulders.
"But you're late," Denna chides softly, picking up the conversation as her hands go back to Dahlia's hips supporting the other womans movement. Only then Cara notices the straps on Denna's hips, attaching the object to her body that makes Dahlia whimper with each trust. Oh god.
"I planned for you to join us, but since we have waited as long as we could," Denna smiles wickedly up at Dahlia and Dahlia smiles at her in return, before Denna aims her heated gaze back at Cara "you will only have to watch."
Cara bits her lip as she watches Denna's hands squeeze Dahlia's ass firmly, before she pulls the dark-haired Mord'Sith down on herself and Dahlia groans.
And Cara makes a silent vow to herself to be faster next time.
Rating: R
Words: ~ 650
Warnings: none
Summary: severely belated fill for the
seeker_kinkmeme, PWP of coursePrompt: "She makes Cara watch" (I hope the interpretation is right though, if not I hope you don't mind xD)
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course no money is made.
"Sister Cara!"
Cara lazily stopped her walk, turning to face the sister who had called after her. After an exhausting day of training, the only thing she wanted right now, was to relax her tense muscles in the hot water of the bathing chambers - nothing else, just solitude and relaxation. Maybe she would ask for Dahlia to join her, to help her with this said relaxation. She watched as the young apprentice rushed towards her with an expression of annoyance, that made the young woman break eye contact, studying the floor beneath Cara's boots instead.
"I'm sorry, but Mistress Denna send for you to come to her chambers." The young woman blurted out, trying to calm her breath and Cara wondered how long the young woman had been searching for her.
Cara contemplated on her answer for a moment, weighting her options, then reached slowly for the young womans chin and lifted it up to meet eyes with her again. "Tell Mistress Denna, that I'll be there in about three candle-marks." She looked pointedly at the younger woman for a moment, then let go of her chin and turned to leave.
The young woman's voice trembled as she called quietly after her, "Mistress Denna said explicit now-", she took a breath to gain the strengh for her words next, "and not a second later."
Cara rolled her eyes at the statement, which - she knew - must have been Denna's words exactly. She was tired of Denna's demands, that were carried by an impatience, that left Cara short-tempered handling the platinum blonde lately - but, she should really be accustomed to Denna's moods by now.
Cara gave the woman a short nod and reluctantly started down the corridor in the direction of Denna’s chambers. She casted a longing look over her shoulder as she passed the entrance of the baths, hoping that it wouldn't take too long, when she finally would be there. After a short walk, she reached the massive wooden door, that would lead her in Denna's sanctuary and threw it open, expecting Denna already waiting impatiently for her.
The sight before her makes her stop dead in her tracks.
Then Denna does not seem to be waiting impatiently, as she sits on the edge of her bed.
And neither does Dahlia, who is straddling Denna's waist.
Both of them naked.
Cara gulps down the lump in her throat, as she takes in the rise and fall of Dahlia's hips, accompanied by a soft whimper and all thoughts of a quiet evening in the baths are long forgotten.
Two pairs of eyes, blue and grey, settle on her. Denna smirks. "Cara," she purrs, as she trusts her hip upwards and Dahlia moans deeply in response, "finally you made it."
Denna is smiling, dangerously, as she lowers her head to Dahlia's chest, tongue lapping about the pebbled flesh and with her other hand, tweaks at Dahlia's other breast. Dahlia tosses her head back, dark wavy hair flowing down her bare back, as her body arches like a bow and she holds tight on Denna's shoulders.
"But you're late," Denna chides softly, picking up the conversation as her hands go back to Dahlia's hips supporting the other womans movement. Only then Cara notices the straps on Denna's hips, attaching the object to her body that makes Dahlia whimper with each trust. Oh god.
"I planned for you to join us, but since we have waited as long as we could," Denna smiles wickedly up at Dahlia and Dahlia smiles at her in return, before Denna aims her heated gaze back at Cara "you will only have to watch."
Cara bits her lip as she watches Denna's hands squeeze Dahlia's ass firmly, before she pulls the dark-haired Mord'Sith down on herself and Dahlia groans.
And Cara makes a silent vow to herself to be faster next time.
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Date: 2011-12-19 06:28 pm (UTC)