The greatest gift
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madame_dennaPairing: Cara/Denna
Rating: PG-13
Words: 2684
Warnings: none
Summary: AU of 'Resurrection' based on the events in the story 'A bond of trust that even time can't sever'. You could read this story as stand-alone, but it would make more sense to read the other first..
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course no money is made.
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
strongwoman62 who gave me the prompt - as always it took me ages to finish, but that shouldn't come as a surprise...
It was only a matter of time, until she would ultimately see Denna once more. Cara always knew that. As it came about, only the circumstances under which it took place, did startle her. Even if there was not much, that should come as a surprise when her former sister was involved. Denna had always been notorious for her sense of reinvention of herself.
Like a fallen angel and once the perfect, shining paradigm for every Mord'Sith, no one had dared to associate Denna with failure. But now after years as an outcast of the Sisterhood of the Agiel? Mistress Denna had become the Madame of a brothel in the outer regions of D'Hara. Were once her life had been dominated by pride and glory, were now only suggestive dresses accompanied by moans of cheap whores paid with silver coin.
It should have been tragic to see her like this, Cara thought wryly, and Denna might have deserved her pity, if they weren't Mord'Sith and especially if Denna wasn't the woman she was. Even when Cara was forced by Kahlan's constant influence to get in touch with deeper emotions, Denna would be the last on the receiving end. Not after everything.
However, deep inside, something flared to life as she saw the woman again she once upon a time called Mistress. Nothing she could define easily, nothing as simple as joy or hatred. It was something more delicate and it crept up within her without her even noticing, hiding, simmering just beneath the surface of her consciousness. Out of reach, but nonetheless there.
"Madame Denna, the right hand of Darken Rahl, reduced to peddling flesh." The words rolled like velvet off her tongue as she let her gaze roam over Denna's body, scantily clad in a black, golden dress. Seeing her like this, Cara wondered, if Denna still kept her leathers in her possession. Would she wear them occasionally to feel like a true Mord'Sith again? Would it let her forget, when fingers flexed in leather gloves tightening over an Agiel, what had become of her?
Denna only smiled, cold and condescending, at her insult. But Cara could see the flicker in Denna's eyes as her statement hit a mark and the platinum blonde was not able to contain the short flash of indignation, before schooling her features back to a well practiced mask of false kindness.
Her reply brought Cara out of her musings as Denna reacted like she had anticipated, not giving an inch. Despite how her surroundings had altered or how much her present life varied clearly from her old one as Mord'Sith. She could see, Denna had not grown soft during her absence from the drill in the temple; not that Cara had expected it. Even if her former sister tried hard to make Richard believe she had. But Cara knew better. Knew Denna better than anyone.
"Times are difficult. A Mord'Sith has to make a living, now that the war is over. I am simply taking what I've learned and putting it to good use. Pleasure, after all, is the inverse of pain. Knowledge of one make mastery of the other so much easier." Denna fixed her shining blue eyes straight at her. "You of all people should know that, Cara."
This time it were Denna's words hitting too close to home. Echo's of their shared past times flashed vividly through her mind, bringing long forgotten memories back to the surface, reclaiming their rightful place at the forefront of Cara's mind. She tried to keep her condescending smile firmly in place despite her inner turmoil. Oh, Cara did know what Denna was speaking of; remembered a time, when they had been more than just rivals who meet again randomly after years without any contact. To a time when both of them were intimately aware of the pain and pleasure one could inflict upon the other.
As Denna excused herself a few minutes later, it seemed as if she sauntered once out of Cara's life, without so much as an elusive reference to what they had shared as old friends. Old friends. Her label for their past relationship couldn't have been more ridiculing if she had tried--and Denna knew it. Like Cara knew, it was the only reason why Denna had mentioned it in the first place. Just to taunt her. To dare Cara to do something about the angry throb rising in her chest.
Only as Richard ordered her to meet up with Kahlan and Zedd, the impulse to settle the score with the other Mord'Sith came and went like fireflies in the dusk and she reminded herself of her mission. Even if they never had found closure after Denna's sudden disappearance years ago, Cara had not missed her, but in spite of her efforts Denna's absence had left an emptiness behind Cara was unable to fill in the years that followed. But Cara refused to allow Denna to get inside her head so easily. The time were Cara had been a novice and she had called Denna Mistress were long over; she had come a long way from the girl that once bowed to the first Mistress. Nowadays she only bowed to the rightful heir to D'Hara.
~~~
As she was about to depart from the brothel, Cara had not entertained the idea, that Denna would reach out to her, but as her smooth voice reached her ears, it didn't particularly surprise her either.
"You didn't think I would let you leave like this, did you?"
The hairs on the back of her neck stood up on its own volition and Cara felt a chill spread inside of her that was not at all related to being in a house of ill fame, but to the very woman who called out for her.
For a moment she stepped back in time when Denna had still worn red and was as nigh to her as her very own heart. But Cara didn't have time to dwell on it for long as Denna was speaking again, blurring faded memories and the present together.
"Follow me." It was a command of their past, and yet, a plea for a future.
Cara contemplated Denna's words for a heartbeat or two, but deep down, she knew it was nothing but pretense. The decision had been made even before Denna had uttered a single word. Still with her back to the other Mord'Sith, Cara heard her turn, the rim of her dress swishing over the stone floor in the otherwise deadly quiet hallway. As Denna walked down the corridor in the other direction, Cara realized, that as in awe she had been with their journey over the years, she now feared the destination.
Despite all the warnings shrilling in her head as loud as the chirping of a thousands night-wisps, Cara followed Denna mutely without another word spoken between them. Denna did not turn to see if Cara was following--not even once.
As the heavy wooden door of Denna's private chambers fell into the lock behind her, Cara had the disturbing feeling that this encounter would end up in a turmoil. One way, or another.
~~~
Denna stood at the far end of the wall with her back turned to her. Cara couldn't stop but let her gaze roam over Denna's exposed back, leaving so less and yet so much to the imagination. Not that Cara needed her imagination to know what curves lay hidden beneath the velvety material--to her own surprise she remembered quite vividly. Her fingers tingled with the sudden yearning to trail them over the pale, smooth skin of Denna's neck, then lower, down to the small of her back. She remembered how her fingers had felt against Denna's skin, brushing over invisible scars, causing new one's, shedding blood in the throes of passion. Cara blinked. With a deep breath she forced her thoughts back to the present.
"What do you want, Denna?" She asked, her tone revealing nothing of the tension she felt, since she had taken noticed Denna for the first time that day and her thoughts had begun to turn against her.
Denna angled her head, a single brow rose in question: "Isn't it quite obvious?"
The quality of Denna's low voice prompted a chill to run over her back, if it was actually the tone Denna used or the vague meaning of her words Cara couldn't tell for sure. The only thing she knew for a fact was Denna's presence alone still made her feel on edge.
"It never is with you."
The ghost of a pleased smile flickered over Denna's lips as she held their gaze for a moment longer, then directed her attention back to the wooden shelf in front of her, opening the top drawer and reached inside. Cara couldn't see what Denna was retrieving, but her thoughts brought her instinctively back to their first encounter. Holding her breath, Cara was virtually certain it would be a whip. But not just any whip, but Denna's own. The one, made of black leather with the tight, hard handle, the one seemed to be shaped to fit perfectly in the platinum blonde's delicate palms. The one that would form a unit with slender fingers, only to tear deep into tender skin in an agonizing caress. To this day, Cara still wore the scars of Denna's affection.
The low whining sound of an Agiel emerging from the drawer, however, proved her wrong. She continued to observe Denna closely, as the other Mord'Sith placed the leather rod cautiously on top of the shelf, then at last turned to face her.
"I only want back what is mine." Denna drawled, answering the previous question. Her steel-blue eyes languidly followed the curves of Cara's leather-clad body, then slowly back up to her face, lingering a bit longer than necessary at her lips. "Some say I can become very possessive at times." Denna said, finally meeting her eyes.
Intrigued, Cara raised a brow, but said nothing, watching Denna intensely as the platinum blonde deliberately made her way towards her.
"And I fear, they might be accurate with that assumption," Denna finished, her voice not much above a whisper, as she came to stand directly in front of Cara, looking straight into her eyes.
"I can't see anything that was yours in the first place." Cara replied, narrowing her eyes.
„Oh please, don’t pretend you have forgotten,“ Denna breathed, sounding as if the implication alone saddened her. She stepped closer, invading Cara’s personal space without consideration. Cara indeed had a certain notion what Denna was talking about, but was not yet convinced she wanted to acknowledge it to Denna so readily - or at all for that matter.
Denna reached to touch her and then her hand was caressing the side of Cara's face, slim fingers trailing over her jaw and Cara's skin felt like it was burning under her touch. “Don’t tell me you have forgotten how I made you mine,” Denna whispered, her fingertips continuing their journey, grazing faintly over Cara’s lips, causing another jolt to at the faint touch.
Cara stood perfectly still; frozen to the spot and even if she wanted to, she was unable to move away. The events that had shaped her relationship with the other Mord’Sith came rushing back to her, memories as vivid as if they were only from the day before. Denna’s gloved hand closing around her throat, the moment when her Agiel had hit Denna’s temple in the training area in the gardens outside of the temple. Realization dawning on her, Denna would let her pay for striking her down, even before Denna recovered from the blow and looked at her in fury and confirmed her suspicion. And yes, Denna had let her pay dearly.
Cara could still hear the snapping of the whip guided by Denna’s hand as it made contact with her skin, still feel the pain as the leather ripped into her flesh. The sting and the bruises had faded after a couple of days, but the prickling sensation and the craving for Denna's touch, the feel of her skin, her distinctive scent, had never dulled completely. It still smoldered like the remnants of a fire, refusing to die down. Denna had planted a seed of longing in her mind that night; one she was never able to conquer. Even now, after all this time, all these fights for supremacy and independence, a fragment of her was still Denna’s and would ever remain in the blonde's possession as long as she lived. The only predicament was, Denna remembered it as well.
Denna’s calm voice brought her back to the the present moment. “Get rid of your leathers.”
Cara smirked. "What makes you think I would obey you? You have no power over me anymore, Denna. Who are you going to call to enforce your wishes when I deny you?" The blonde's name sounded like a curse falling from her lips and Cara watched Denna's fleeting reaction, an irritated arching of a brow at being refused. Without missing a beat, Denna's hand came back up from her neck to her face, cradling her cheek in an almost too gentle gesture.
"You know I never needed anyone to enforce my wishes." Her thumb was slowly moving over her skin and all Cara could do was not to lean into the caress of her warm, inviting fingers. "I can already tell your body is arching for my touch."
Cara wanted to laugh at her, wanted to mock her for her misplaced confidence, but the sound got struck in her throat. The miserable, awkward tone that escaped her lips instead made Denna's smile only grow wider.
"I missed you too." Denna murmured, before she leaned in and kissed her.
Cara could have leaned back, avoided the contact, but she just didn't. She just stood there and let it happen. The moment soft lips brushed hers in a kiss tender enough it brought tears to sting in her eyes.
Cara knew it had been futile to even try to resist her. Denna's tongue moved over her lower lip, sucking it into her mouth. There was no way to describe the feeling how it felt to kiss Denna again. Cara had kissed many along the way, but none of them had been as consuming and intense. It felt like Denna was reaching into her soul, prying her open, leaving her vulnerable for the blonde to take. It always had been that way with Denna, maybe it was the reason a part of Cara still feared her. Or more likely the undeniable hold the blonde still held over her.
As Denna pulled back, her eyes a striking blue and luminous and bright as waters of a mountain river. Her lips were slightly swollen from their kiss, her dark lipstick smudged at the edges, giving her a wanton look of disarray. She didn't make a move to wipe the imperfection away. Cara did. And Denna let her.
Without breaking eye contact, Denna reached for her Agiel and with the other hand pushed Cara backwards into the creamy silken sheets of her four-poster bed. Claiming her position on top, she straddled Cara and her dress bunched at her waist. For a minute or two Denna studied her, her gaze flickering over her face and body and Cara felt her heart skip a beat. As she leaned down, Denna's lips pressed against hers in another kiss before Cara could even utter a word. Even if she didn't knew what she was going to say anyway, as the way Denna's body was bearing down on her, the warmth and familiarity of her body, made Cara dizzy. Strong hands captured her wrists above her head and as Denna bit down on her lip, Cara could do nothing against the shiver of anticipation settling low in her stomach. Denna pulled back to look into her eyes, her voice not more than a breathless whisper.
"I won't be gentle." But it was less a statement, than a promise.
Rating: PG-13
Words: 2684
Warnings: none
Summary: AU of 'Resurrection' based on the events in the story 'A bond of trust that even time can't sever'. You could read this story as stand-alone, but it would make more sense to read the other first..
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course no money is made.
A/N: Written for
strongwoman62 who gave me the prompt - as always it took me ages to finish, but that shouldn't come as a surprise...It was only a matter of time, until she would ultimately see Denna once more. Cara always knew that. As it came about, only the circumstances under which it took place, did startle her. Even if there was not much, that should come as a surprise when her former sister was involved. Denna had always been notorious for her sense of reinvention of herself.
Like a fallen angel and once the perfect, shining paradigm for every Mord'Sith, no one had dared to associate Denna with failure. But now after years as an outcast of the Sisterhood of the Agiel? Mistress Denna had become the Madame of a brothel in the outer regions of D'Hara. Were once her life had been dominated by pride and glory, were now only suggestive dresses accompanied by moans of cheap whores paid with silver coin.
It should have been tragic to see her like this, Cara thought wryly, and Denna might have deserved her pity, if they weren't Mord'Sith and especially if Denna wasn't the woman she was. Even when Cara was forced by Kahlan's constant influence to get in touch with deeper emotions, Denna would be the last on the receiving end. Not after everything.
However, deep inside, something flared to life as she saw the woman again she once upon a time called Mistress. Nothing she could define easily, nothing as simple as joy or hatred. It was something more delicate and it crept up within her without her even noticing, hiding, simmering just beneath the surface of her consciousness. Out of reach, but nonetheless there.
"Madame Denna, the right hand of Darken Rahl, reduced to peddling flesh." The words rolled like velvet off her tongue as she let her gaze roam over Denna's body, scantily clad in a black, golden dress. Seeing her like this, Cara wondered, if Denna still kept her leathers in her possession. Would she wear them occasionally to feel like a true Mord'Sith again? Would it let her forget, when fingers flexed in leather gloves tightening over an Agiel, what had become of her?
Denna only smiled, cold and condescending, at her insult. But Cara could see the flicker in Denna's eyes as her statement hit a mark and the platinum blonde was not able to contain the short flash of indignation, before schooling her features back to a well practiced mask of false kindness.
Her reply brought Cara out of her musings as Denna reacted like she had anticipated, not giving an inch. Despite how her surroundings had altered or how much her present life varied clearly from her old one as Mord'Sith. She could see, Denna had not grown soft during her absence from the drill in the temple; not that Cara had expected it. Even if her former sister tried hard to make Richard believe she had. But Cara knew better. Knew Denna better than anyone.
"Times are difficult. A Mord'Sith has to make a living, now that the war is over. I am simply taking what I've learned and putting it to good use. Pleasure, after all, is the inverse of pain. Knowledge of one make mastery of the other so much easier." Denna fixed her shining blue eyes straight at her. "You of all people should know that, Cara."
This time it were Denna's words hitting too close to home. Echo's of their shared past times flashed vividly through her mind, bringing long forgotten memories back to the surface, reclaiming their rightful place at the forefront of Cara's mind. She tried to keep her condescending smile firmly in place despite her inner turmoil. Oh, Cara did know what Denna was speaking of; remembered a time, when they had been more than just rivals who meet again randomly after years without any contact. To a time when both of them were intimately aware of the pain and pleasure one could inflict upon the other.
As Denna excused herself a few minutes later, it seemed as if she sauntered once out of Cara's life, without so much as an elusive reference to what they had shared as old friends. Old friends. Her label for their past relationship couldn't have been more ridiculing if she had tried--and Denna knew it. Like Cara knew, it was the only reason why Denna had mentioned it in the first place. Just to taunt her. To dare Cara to do something about the angry throb rising in her chest.
Only as Richard ordered her to meet up with Kahlan and Zedd, the impulse to settle the score with the other Mord'Sith came and went like fireflies in the dusk and she reminded herself of her mission. Even if they never had found closure after Denna's sudden disappearance years ago, Cara had not missed her, but in spite of her efforts Denna's absence had left an emptiness behind Cara was unable to fill in the years that followed. But Cara refused to allow Denna to get inside her head so easily. The time were Cara had been a novice and she had called Denna Mistress were long over; she had come a long way from the girl that once bowed to the first Mistress. Nowadays she only bowed to the rightful heir to D'Hara.
~~~
As she was about to depart from the brothel, Cara had not entertained the idea, that Denna would reach out to her, but as her smooth voice reached her ears, it didn't particularly surprise her either.
"You didn't think I would let you leave like this, did you?"
The hairs on the back of her neck stood up on its own volition and Cara felt a chill spread inside of her that was not at all related to being in a house of ill fame, but to the very woman who called out for her.
For a moment she stepped back in time when Denna had still worn red and was as nigh to her as her very own heart. But Cara didn't have time to dwell on it for long as Denna was speaking again, blurring faded memories and the present together.
"Follow me." It was a command of their past, and yet, a plea for a future.
Cara contemplated Denna's words for a heartbeat or two, but deep down, she knew it was nothing but pretense. The decision had been made even before Denna had uttered a single word. Still with her back to the other Mord'Sith, Cara heard her turn, the rim of her dress swishing over the stone floor in the otherwise deadly quiet hallway. As Denna walked down the corridor in the other direction, Cara realized, that as in awe she had been with their journey over the years, she now feared the destination.
Despite all the warnings shrilling in her head as loud as the chirping of a thousands night-wisps, Cara followed Denna mutely without another word spoken between them. Denna did not turn to see if Cara was following--not even once.
As the heavy wooden door of Denna's private chambers fell into the lock behind her, Cara had the disturbing feeling that this encounter would end up in a turmoil. One way, or another.
~~~
Denna stood at the far end of the wall with her back turned to her. Cara couldn't stop but let her gaze roam over Denna's exposed back, leaving so less and yet so much to the imagination. Not that Cara needed her imagination to know what curves lay hidden beneath the velvety material--to her own surprise she remembered quite vividly. Her fingers tingled with the sudden yearning to trail them over the pale, smooth skin of Denna's neck, then lower, down to the small of her back. She remembered how her fingers had felt against Denna's skin, brushing over invisible scars, causing new one's, shedding blood in the throes of passion. Cara blinked. With a deep breath she forced her thoughts back to the present.
"What do you want, Denna?" She asked, her tone revealing nothing of the tension she felt, since she had taken noticed Denna for the first time that day and her thoughts had begun to turn against her.
Denna angled her head, a single brow rose in question: "Isn't it quite obvious?"
The quality of Denna's low voice prompted a chill to run over her back, if it was actually the tone Denna used or the vague meaning of her words Cara couldn't tell for sure. The only thing she knew for a fact was Denna's presence alone still made her feel on edge.
"It never is with you."
The ghost of a pleased smile flickered over Denna's lips as she held their gaze for a moment longer, then directed her attention back to the wooden shelf in front of her, opening the top drawer and reached inside. Cara couldn't see what Denna was retrieving, but her thoughts brought her instinctively back to their first encounter. Holding her breath, Cara was virtually certain it would be a whip. But not just any whip, but Denna's own. The one, made of black leather with the tight, hard handle, the one seemed to be shaped to fit perfectly in the platinum blonde's delicate palms. The one that would form a unit with slender fingers, only to tear deep into tender skin in an agonizing caress. To this day, Cara still wore the scars of Denna's affection.
The low whining sound of an Agiel emerging from the drawer, however, proved her wrong. She continued to observe Denna closely, as the other Mord'Sith placed the leather rod cautiously on top of the shelf, then at last turned to face her.
"I only want back what is mine." Denna drawled, answering the previous question. Her steel-blue eyes languidly followed the curves of Cara's leather-clad body, then slowly back up to her face, lingering a bit longer than necessary at her lips. "Some say I can become very possessive at times." Denna said, finally meeting her eyes.
Intrigued, Cara raised a brow, but said nothing, watching Denna intensely as the platinum blonde deliberately made her way towards her.
"And I fear, they might be accurate with that assumption," Denna finished, her voice not much above a whisper, as she came to stand directly in front of Cara, looking straight into her eyes.
"I can't see anything that was yours in the first place." Cara replied, narrowing her eyes.
„Oh please, don’t pretend you have forgotten,“ Denna breathed, sounding as if the implication alone saddened her. She stepped closer, invading Cara’s personal space without consideration. Cara indeed had a certain notion what Denna was talking about, but was not yet convinced she wanted to acknowledge it to Denna so readily - or at all for that matter.
Denna reached to touch her and then her hand was caressing the side of Cara's face, slim fingers trailing over her jaw and Cara's skin felt like it was burning under her touch. “Don’t tell me you have forgotten how I made you mine,” Denna whispered, her fingertips continuing their journey, grazing faintly over Cara’s lips, causing another jolt to at the faint touch.
Cara stood perfectly still; frozen to the spot and even if she wanted to, she was unable to move away. The events that had shaped her relationship with the other Mord’Sith came rushing back to her, memories as vivid as if they were only from the day before. Denna’s gloved hand closing around her throat, the moment when her Agiel had hit Denna’s temple in the training area in the gardens outside of the temple. Realization dawning on her, Denna would let her pay for striking her down, even before Denna recovered from the blow and looked at her in fury and confirmed her suspicion. And yes, Denna had let her pay dearly.
Cara could still hear the snapping of the whip guided by Denna’s hand as it made contact with her skin, still feel the pain as the leather ripped into her flesh. The sting and the bruises had faded after a couple of days, but the prickling sensation and the craving for Denna's touch, the feel of her skin, her distinctive scent, had never dulled completely. It still smoldered like the remnants of a fire, refusing to die down. Denna had planted a seed of longing in her mind that night; one she was never able to conquer. Even now, after all this time, all these fights for supremacy and independence, a fragment of her was still Denna’s and would ever remain in the blonde's possession as long as she lived. The only predicament was, Denna remembered it as well.
Denna’s calm voice brought her back to the the present moment. “Get rid of your leathers.”
Cara smirked. "What makes you think I would obey you? You have no power over me anymore, Denna. Who are you going to call to enforce your wishes when I deny you?" The blonde's name sounded like a curse falling from her lips and Cara watched Denna's fleeting reaction, an irritated arching of a brow at being refused. Without missing a beat, Denna's hand came back up from her neck to her face, cradling her cheek in an almost too gentle gesture.
"You know I never needed anyone to enforce my wishes." Her thumb was slowly moving over her skin and all Cara could do was not to lean into the caress of her warm, inviting fingers. "I can already tell your body is arching for my touch."
Cara wanted to laugh at her, wanted to mock her for her misplaced confidence, but the sound got struck in her throat. The miserable, awkward tone that escaped her lips instead made Denna's smile only grow wider.
"I missed you too." Denna murmured, before she leaned in and kissed her.
Cara could have leaned back, avoided the contact, but she just didn't. She just stood there and let it happen. The moment soft lips brushed hers in a kiss tender enough it brought tears to sting in her eyes.
Cara knew it had been futile to even try to resist her. Denna's tongue moved over her lower lip, sucking it into her mouth. There was no way to describe the feeling how it felt to kiss Denna again. Cara had kissed many along the way, but none of them had been as consuming and intense. It felt like Denna was reaching into her soul, prying her open, leaving her vulnerable for the blonde to take. It always had been that way with Denna, maybe it was the reason a part of Cara still feared her. Or more likely the undeniable hold the blonde still held over her.
As Denna pulled back, her eyes a striking blue and luminous and bright as waters of a mountain river. Her lips were slightly swollen from their kiss, her dark lipstick smudged at the edges, giving her a wanton look of disarray. She didn't make a move to wipe the imperfection away. Cara did. And Denna let her.
Without breaking eye contact, Denna reached for her Agiel and with the other hand pushed Cara backwards into the creamy silken sheets of her four-poster bed. Claiming her position on top, she straddled Cara and her dress bunched at her waist. For a minute or two Denna studied her, her gaze flickering over her face and body and Cara felt her heart skip a beat. As she leaned down, Denna's lips pressed against hers in another kiss before Cara could even utter a word. Even if she didn't knew what she was going to say anyway, as the way Denna's body was bearing down on her, the warmth and familiarity of her body, made Cara dizzy. Strong hands captured her wrists above her head and as Denna bit down on her lip, Cara could do nothing against the shiver of anticipation settling low in her stomach. Denna pulled back to look into her eyes, her voice not more than a breathless whisper.
"I won't be gentle." But it was less a statement, than a promise.
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Date: 2012-07-04 03:09 pm (UTC)