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Eris has two eyes.It is late and the party has been going on for hours.
It is late and the party will go on for many hours yet still.Wei Ning is alive. Eriana-3 is on her lap, an arm around the back of her neck, a stoneware mug filled with fruit and wine in her hand. They are singing loudly out of tune along with Chamini, who is singing beautifully in tune, playing the guitar.Omar is Omar, not a bug.
He is quietly smiling while he cheats at cards.
He is the only sober person in the room.Sai Mota is also cheating at cards. She is laughing about it.None of them have met Toland yet, nor do they yet have any need to. He is elsewhere, most likely in a library, happy in his own way, following his desires.
Asher, too, is elsewhere, most likely in a different library, equally happily following his desires.Vell Tarlowe is very much alive, his voice is gentle, but he is quite, quite frustrated.
Vell Tarlowe is losing at cards.Sai is lovingly pointing out to him what he missed when she last shuffled. She shows Vell how to hide a card in his palm. She still takes his glimmer. The mirth in her voice is infectious. Her laughter chimes like water-bells, sending ripples of delight through all who hear it.Eris hears their voices from the other room.
Their voices are muffled because the door is closed.
Their voices are muffled because Eris' ears are somewhat obstructed by Ikora's shifting thighs.Ikora is trying very hard not to make any noise.Eris is focused very intensely on getting Ikora to break her silence. She has thus far been rewarded with several ragged gasps and multiple repetitions of her name in a whispered hiss.It is a contest of wills, of stamina, of self control.Ikora has brought this upon herself.
A flippant remark her older self would never make, interpreted as a challenge.
A captured hand, a small knowing smile, a request:"In that case, I have something I wish to show you."Hands laced together, pulled into the other room.
The door locking with a soft click.Lips crushing against lips. Hands grasping wrists. An ankle hooked around the back of another ankle. A step forward with momentum to topple and follow in the gentle fall back onto the bed.Fingertips slipping into, under, between clothes. Fastenings undone with such certain, fluid aptitude it might as well have been sleight-of-hand. Eris has never been one to hesitate.Hunters... always so skilled at undressing people.And now Ikora, champion of the Crucible, undefeated, is being challenged on another battlefield. And, unlike in the Crucible, she is losing.The small room is lit with a warm yellow desk lamp in one corner and a splash of moonlight across the opposite wall.More laughter echoes through the door. A new song begins.Eris had not initially believed that she would enjoy sangria. Omar and Sai insisted upon everyone bringing alcohol and fruit without consensus or planning to be randomly combined and then shared. She had assumed it would be too sweet but was enticed by the potential chaos.But the lingering flavors of wine and citrus are an exquisite compliment to the salty tang of Ikora in Eris' mouth.After tonight, any time she encounters red wine and citrus together on her tongue, Eris will not be able to keep the sultry smile from appearing on her lips as the memory of what she is doing now rushes back in vivid recall.She takes her time, unbothered by how long they've been away from the others. Eris has always been very good at focusing on the task at hand.While she often likes to be fast, blinking and twisting, the Hunter is purposefully slow now, deliberate, absolutely relentless.Each curl of her lips, each delving twisting flick of her tongue, each soft suck, is an exquisite reply to a response from Ikora's writhing body.Ikora, for her part, does try to win. After all, all she has to do is be silent. A simple task, no?She feels the tension building and coiling inside of her and leans her head back to meditate, regulating her breathing, entering a trance-like state where she can separate herself from herself. She seeks just enough detachment to be quiet while still letting Eris's warm velvet tongue nudge her closer and closer to the edge of release.But Eris is a seasoned opponent in this battle and she knows Ikora well. Ikora's fingertips spread open across her lover's skin and her eyes widen at the softness, the warmth, and Eris' infuriating ability to pursue every wriggle, every shudder, with something deeper, something more intense, always slipping just that much farther than Ikora was intending on letting her go.Ikora is close now, muscles tensing, tighter, tighter, her throat still silent despite Eris' skilled and voracious tongue.And then she feels the tip of Eris' finger slipping inside of her, pushing against delicate flesh, sliding deeper. And Ikora looks down to see Eris's piercing eyes watching her face with the intensity of a predator closing in on its prey. Out and back in... two... three fingers...A faint, strangled whimper comes out of Ikora's throat as Eris somehow deftly wriggles a fourth finger inside of her.It is so close to being too much, just dancing on the pleasure side of pain. It almost hurts. Almost. But it doesn't. And things are so slippery, so slick and wet, there is nothing providing resistance beyond her own ability to stretch enough to accommodate the intensity of this communion.All four of Eris' fingers slip inside and Ikora is just about to topple off the edge of the tightrope when Eris slides her hand back and forms her hand into a little beak, like a bird.She keeps her beautiful beautiful eyes locked with Ikora's as she lifts her head up, a knowing smirk on her wet lips. Then she dips down and gives one more flick of her tongue while leaning forward.Ikora starts to shudder, contractions taking over, and as she does, Eris, her mouth half-open, continues to push.Trance broken. Meditation shattered. Detachment gone. Ikora's voice is no longer under her control. She cries out over and over as her own body grabs and releases, contracting against the fingers pressing their way inside, each tremor working her lover in deeper, tighter, closer.It does hurt a little but in a way that is so, so good.Eris stops pushing when she's in up to her knuckles and holds her hand in place, tilting her head to the side to watch as Ikora writhes and her body's involuntary movements grind the most sensitive part of herself on the joint where Eris' index finger is attached to her hand.As the undisputed champion yields to her completely, Eris smiles.A small round of applause erupts from the adjoining room,"So that's what those two got up to!" Vell says through the walls.
Sai laughs. "You're only just figuring that out now?"Ikora is gasping softly beneath her as Eris gently rocks her hand free. Eris licks her fingers and then her lips as she gently slides herself along the trembling Warlock's body. She reaches back and pulls a blanket over them both, fitting herself into Ikora's limbs like a missing puzzle piece while she stares down, watching as Ikora continues to intermittently quiver in her arms.Ikora looks up at Eris above her and knows this is a memory she wants to keep, a precious thing to fix in her mind.She tries to memorize it, to consciously keep it, a mental image. A memento for when times are less happy. Something to ground herself in. Something to treasure. A touchstone in her mind.The play of light and shadow.
The smell of sweat and fruit and wine.
Muffled laughter and singing.
The way Eris' hair curls around her fingertips. The Hunter's wet lips and self satisfied smile as she looks down upon her. The warmth of bodies pressed together, skin soft and gentle against skin. But, most of all, her eyes.The insouciant, triumphant, predatory, gleeful look on Eris' face framing and reflected within her beautiful, beautiful eyes.Eyes that could take your breath away from across a room. Eyes that could compel anyone to follow her anywhere. Eyes that speak more than lips or tongues.If there's one part of Eris that Ikora wants to keep most, one aspect to treasure above all others, that which, to Ikora, is the essence of who Eris is and always will be, it is Eris' expressive, piercing, hauntingly beautiful eyes.Eyes to die for. Eyes to give anything and everything up to. Eyes that look right into your soul and find you worthy.As she focuses and categorizes and memorizes everything she can in her mind, the image Ikora uses as a pin to fix it all in place and keep it forever is the perfect shining loveliness of Eris Morn's two exquisitely beautiful, intensely human, vibrant, passionate, loving eyes.