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| Sienna & Pandora; otp: our kink is world domination
Topic Started: Mar 8 2017, 02:08 PM (12 Views)
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Sienna: *As the door opens, she smirks. Draped artfully with hair freely tossed over her shoulder and obscuring one breast, the other is covered in a silk robe. Her foot taps as she says,* I heard you telling Genevieve you needed to forget, but, *the corner of her lip flicks up,* I always take a contrary view of things, Pandora. *She said the woman's name without artifice, without games of title, bold as you please.* And I think you need help remembering.

Pandora: *The last person she'd expected to see on the other side of the door was Sienna. She thought she'd made herself clear... Then again, she'd tried to make herself clear on the subject of Sienna multiple times and was only more confused for her efforts. After a moment, she realizes she's staring. Maybe it's Sienna's state of undress. Maybe it's just that she's there, showing Pandora the kind of determination she had gotten so used to applying only to missions.* I don't think it's remembering I need help with. We can't do this.

Sienna: *She lifts a hand to her hair, gently brushing it to the side. Long, ebony strands dance across bare skin.* Oh you don't think, hm? *Her head tilts further, a finger curling up her neck.* I think you're thinking entirely too much about this.

Pandora: That's ... *She followed the path of Sienna's fingers, momentarily losing her train of thought* Part of the problem is that I wasn't thinking enough. Getting involved with someone ... it isn't practical right now, however tempting it might be.

Sienna: I must admit, however practical affairs of marriage are, I have never found this aspect to be practical in the most infinitesimal amount. *She pushes off the robe on the other side, but catches it to her chest before she reveals anything else. Then she beckons.*

Pandora: That's the problem, though. *Nevertheless, she steps closer to Sienna.* One of these days, you're going to have to believe me when I say that I can't be involved with anyone right now. As much as I might want to be.

Sienna: Shh... *She rises off the chair to use the robe as if falls off as she would a rope, pulling her in with both hands. An inch from her lips, she whispered,* If you want to tell me what to do, surely you can be more creative than believing an obvious lie.

Pandora: *She wanted to say something in return -- she was going to. Planned to. And then she didn't, in favor of meeting Sienna's lips in a lingering kiss. By the time she pulls back, she's already re-evaluating the situation.* Perhaps we can just keep things ... casual.

Sienna: *If there was one thing Sienna knew, she was not capable of casual relationships. Nor any but monogamous ones, if they continued. And yet she wanted to say yes almost desperately, if only to forget for the moment that Pandora clearly was up to something that she may end up resenting her for. There were so many more pleasant things to focus on.*

Hmmm...counter proposal, *she slips a leg between Pandoras as she considers her. Then her hand lifts to the woman's cheek, tucking a curl behind Pandora's ear as she whispered into it,* We keep things passionate.

Pandora: *sliding her hands underneath the robe to rest on Sienna's waist* Oh, I don't think a lack of passion was ever our problem.

Sienna: *Breathing out, she starts lifting one barefoot under Pandora's skirt. It's a delicate balancing act, but the reminder she was desired -- and the firm hands on her hips -- held her steady. She drew another kiss from her.* Then how do you want me?
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Sienna West
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The problem was no longer that Pandora was determined to stay away from Sienna. The problem was never that she wanted to. The problem was that she had now decided there was nothing standing in the way of them being together. And that she owed Sienna quite the thank you for giving her an alibi the other day.

What said “Thank you” better than showing up to the other woman’s chambers in a state of dress that would best be described by this court as practically unclothed (yet considered overdressed by her culture of origin)?

Hopefully this would do it. Maybe even make up for the back-and-forth nature of their courtship so far.

See, the problem was always that Pandora had been made to give into temptation.

Why fight it?

She greeted Sienna with a kiss, taking her time to relish the idea that there were no further arguments to be made against them being together.

“I never got a chance to thank you properly for covering for me.”

"No, you didn't." Sienna chastised. A quick flick of her tongue soothes a chapped lip, flitting between their open mouths. Then she stepped back, determined to take this sight in. It was only a fortnight ago that Pandora had found her in a similar state of undress. Eagerness would not delay the fair-turnabout.

Sienna's face as one of surprise had only lasted mere heartbeats before twisting into one of delight and glee. Her hands fist at her sides, as if she had to halt herself from launching herself into the woman. It had nothing to do with standing upon ceremony or decorum. There was something to the dark glint Sienna wore that said she was going to make the woman work for it, work to unlace her many corset strands and remove the heavy jewels decorating her delicate skin. Something of heat and hunger adorn the look in her eyes. She devoured woman's exposed neck and uplifted bodice, lifting a hand unconsciously to trace her eyes path.

"I'd like to say it was my pleasure," Sienna continued as her fingertips progress, "but I have a feeling I may be about to experience hitherto now unknown heights to the phenomenon."

“You assume correctly,” Pandora replied. She wasn't, after all, confident without reason.

"And I assume I won't be told what you were actually doing in the king's private study?"

Sienna didn't get a verbal answer, but Pandora knew she was pleased with the response. She stepped forward, once more bringing their bodies flush together. This time before their lips met, she brought one hand up, running it through Sienna’s hair and brushing against the back of her neck. Sienna gave a low murmur. Pandora knew by now that was unconscious from the woman, a purr emanating contentment from some place so deep they had no name for it.

And then she pulled her in for another kiss, letting her hand slide down the back of her neck, over her shoulders, down the row of a million buttons on the back of her dress.

“But first this needs to come off.”

"Don't you dare tear this one," Sienna preemptively admonished, a sly grin recalling their last encounter. Really, Sienna had been smart to come to her near-bare before; it was the only way to ensure their impatience did not get the best of them. Resisting temptation had never been their strong suit.

Sienna turned on her heel without shaking free of her grip, head tilted forward to expose neck and back as she's unlaced and unsnapped. There normally would be two ladies in here to help her out of the corset and beaded bodice. They'd brush out her hair, dress her for bed.

Luckily there would be no need for clothes tonight. Pandora worked quickly, hurried along by further murmurs of quiet contentment, that only get louder when her lips meet the tender skin at Sienna's neck.

"Hurry," Sienna whispered, urgency belied with short breaths as much as vocabulary, "I want to feel your skin on mine. I want to put my lips on your breasts, to suckle them to points as your fingers open me, hurry, Pandora, I won't have us waste a moment."

There was nothing more that Pandora would have liked better than to give Sienna exactly what she was asking. Still, the process seemed to take forever. Longer than usual — longer than she remembered (perhaps that was the impatience talking).

“Asking me to hurry and asking me not to tear it seem like contradictory requests,” she murmured, undoing the ties on the corset so she can begin the endless process of unlacing it. “Not, as you so helpfully pointed out, when there could be much better uses for my fingers.”

She did tug at the laces, just not hard enough to tear anything. She would at least try to honor that request for the time being, opting for undoing one row of laces at a time.

“You know,” she said, leaning in to murmur into Sienna’s ear, “if I had it my way, you could be naked on the bed right now. I could be touching you. Teasing you. Showing you exactly what I had planned for the evening.”

Sienna shuddered underneath her, a hand coming up to grab for Pandora's cheek and keep her there. It made the undressing process harder when she couldn't see, but Sienna was stubborn. When her skirt came away to reveal the underpinnings, the frame was swaying back and forth as their bodies lean against the other. Sienna stepped out of it, raised it between two toes and kicked it away. It bounced with no direction. Her eyes were closed.

"Then get me naked," Sienna begged, with heat in her exhale, "Throw me on my bed and climb on top of me. Let the servants gossip about all the strewn fabric, just--"

She was down to her slip now, but despite an unlit fireplace, her shivers had nothing to do with a chill. There was still cloth between them, stockings up to her thighs, so that Pandora would have to go to her knees before her. She could think of nothing she wanted more.

“Let them gossip?” Pandora echoed, rucking up Sienna’s slip and tugging it over her head, leaving her nude save for her stockings. “I’ll remind you that you said that in the morning.” She took just a short moment to admire the view -- all smooth, deeply tanned skin and supple curves -- before her fingers moved to trace over it.

She skimmed over her breasts, nipples already pebbled and peaked to attention, whether from the sudden shock of cool air or from arousal (most likely of both). Pandora didn’t stop there, though, passing over the flat plane of Sienna’s stomach. And -- as Sienna whispered encouragement without forming consonants-- lower still, kneeling to keep pace with her exploration.

“Are you already wet for me?” Pandora asked, caressing her hipbones. She just briefly skimmed over her sex, the barest brush of fingers meant only to tease, and then turned her attention to rolling her stockings down.

"Ye--ah--s," Sienna answered. Then she repeated herself. She was: the evidence glistening like dew-drops on a dusky petal, beckoning her forward. Her legs were parted with Pandora's guidance as she quickly bared herself. As her lover took ankle in hand, Sienna relented in the fight to stay still, needing the support. One hand gripped Pandora's shoulder, the other lost itself in her loose hair as it sought to grasp her neck. She's distracted with the discovery of a mark in Pandora's skin, raised.

"Is that a bruise?" She whispered. Her fingers traced the patch of skin again, eager in her hunt. "Or was I that good last time?"

“Trust me,” Pandora replied, “you were amazing last time.” It wasn’t an answer so much as a deflection. But there were more important things to focus on.

It would be easy to distract Sienna. Behind them lay a four poster bed, satin coverlets already turned down with a naughty invitation. She'd lit candles near it's head, in sterling silver holsters so they wouldn't need to remember to blow them out. Pandora even had arranged for the flawless mirror Sienna must have spent half her father's yearly allowance on to angle towards their play. It's a challenge as much as a present; she did not intend Sienna to be able to keep her eyes open.

Tempting as it was to stay right where they were and not waste any more time, the remaining logical part of Pandora’s mind insisted that the bed was a mere few feet away. So she stood, once again grasping her lover’s waist, this time with enough force to lift her and carry her over to where the four poster awaited them.

Pandora laid her down none too gently, trusting the mattress to break the fall. Sienna tumbled, hair falling out from it's carefully arrangement, and then she followed, climbing over her and kissing her while one hand now worked its way over Sienna’s body in earnest. This time she didn’t hesitate in seeking her prize, running a finger along her entrance and smiling into the kiss at the arousal that awaited her.

Sienna opened Pandora's lips with her tongue, murmuring into them, "What you do to me..."

She pushed easily into Sienna’s warm, wet heat, moving slowly. The leisurely pace matched her mouth, lazily beginning to explore the skin of her lover’s neck, and collarbone, then her breasts, grazing one lightly with her teeth and then laving the nipple with her tongue. Letting out a keen gasp, Sienna exclaimed her name. Her back arched, her ankle shot up Pandora's thigh, a heel digging in behind her knee. They were encased in their own world of skin and tongue and breath, but they weren't yet close enough -- or so said the nail marks Sienna left under her lover's shoulder blades.

"You light a fire under my skin," Sienna said. She's ever verbal, needing something to do with her mouth as it begins to feel like cotton. "I'm only wet from need to douse it."

Her hips arched into Pandora's hand, pushing down with insistence. And when she glanced up, gazing through the canal between pert breasts, Sienna had opened her eyes to watch. They're big and brown, widening as she took in the sight of Pandora on top of her, their limbs folded around each other.

Again, almost involuntarily, she moved her hips on her finger; just as with their unconventional courtship, when Pandora would pull away, Sienna chased.

"Tell me how I feel," Sienna whispered.

“Hot,” Pandora replied, lifting her head just long enough to reply, then pressing her lips to the valley between Sienna’s breasts.

“So pliant and open for me,” she continued, and as she spoke, she added a second finger to her ministrations.

Pandora paused only so she could devote her attentions to Sienna’s other breast, which was, in her opinion, woefully unattended. Sienna concurred, mewling her satisfaction as her mouth closed down.

“I can feel you tightening around my fingers,” she finally continued. “Drawing me in deeper. Like you were made to take me inside of you. And yet I still feel like I can't get close enough.” Despite not a single layer of clothing left between them, this statement was actually the most exposed she’d felt that evening.

Through clenched teeth Sienna whispered, "I can help with that."

It started slow. There were more words spilled, Latin or older still, gasped out between Sienna's lips as she's worked. Sheets rustle, springs bounce. It would dawn on her only after Sienna had tugged on her hair that the whisper in the air was no longer coming from her open mouth. Despite the fact they moved above the sheets, a warmth settled over her skin, an awareness that could only be magical in origin setting every nerve ending alight. Sienna's eyes flickered between brown and silver, a sharp flash that appeared as quick as a knife might. And then--

Everything Pandora described - the welcome, warm and vibrating between Sienna's legs - reverberated inside her too. Sienna smirked, pleased with her mischief.

Pandora gasped at the sudden sensation, slanting her hips toward the phantom touch.

"You feel me?" Sienna murmured as she wrapped both legs around Pandora's hips. Her legs squeezed, as if determined to keep her there inside. Rotating her hips in a slow circle, as if mimicking the motions, her hand started sliding down Pandora's neck in the same, deliberate pattern as she massaged. "I'm inside you too."

There were, it seemed, benefits to fucking a witch.


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Sienna: *Closing the door to the parlor and turning around beaming,* You will never guess who is scoring with the Princess --

Pandora: *glances up from the book she's reading, intrigued* Who? And how did you find out?

Sienna: *beams* Ironically, I used the very skills taught to me by the man in question. Duke D'Grey, babe.

Pandora: .... D'Grey? Really? Something tells me the king and queen wouldn't be too pleased with that. *laughs* He's really going to regret teaching you said skills, though.

Sienna: Oh, but you love it. *She claps her hands together and after doing a circular spin, she sits on her lap and takes the book from her, putting it down and kissing her once.* After all, won't you be using them yourself? *Giggling,* They snuck off into the music room and, I saw them snogging in the garden.

Pandora: *grins, sliding a casual arm around Sienna's waist when she sits down* Oh, I think we've already found plenty of good uses for your skill sets. Including this, of course. Did you hear anything? How long do you think it's been going on for?

Sienna: *Cheerily she waves both hands up,* Ah especially yesterday evening I believe. *One hand comes back down and runs down her chest,* I didn't, he wasn't that careless, but...I'd wager a long time. More than a month, I'd bet.

Pandora: Hmm, a month is an interesting time frame. He could be seriously courting her, or it could be something more temporarily they just haven't gotten out of their systems yet. I wonder if she actually cares for him, or if it's more of an act of rebellion, given the rumors that still surround his family.

Sienna: That would be something. He hasn't been serious about anyone since Daniella broke his heart -- or so I thought. *She shrugs, brushing a hand through her hair.* His reputation is fair, if I'm being honest.

Pandora: Is it now? *she asks, taking Sienna's free hand in hers as they talk, idly lacing their fingers together.* And how is his reputation fair?

Sienna: *She gives a soft smile,* But you will, of course, repay me for this? *She brings her hands up to kiss fingertips individually.* Perhaps with telling me something more of you and your sister?

Pandora: I'll repay you. *she pauses for a moment, musing* and what would you have me tell you?

Sienna: A secret. *Her fingernail traces Pandora's cheek as she whispered that.* If I'm telling mine.
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