[ Her eyes flicker open to look back at him, lazily bright. Smile curling softly, pleased. Good, she had hoped to keep him here for awhile. He was ever eager, in his word. Though it was not so grave a thing right now. In the end, it's she fumbles a little with the language. There are crude ones she knows in English, that the women of the brothel might say. Oh, something pretty and ugly all at the same time when they rolled onto their backs and begged money off a patron and acted like they were doing them a favour. 'Fuck her until she can't breath'. Maybe she should have taken a leaf out of a tawaif's book and perfected some art to the asking.
But that would sound ... awful coming out of her mouth to shock them both and otherwise to quite probably be ridiculous - the restrictions of station never quite let her learn even if she'd never been displeased with the whole of it or inclined to skirt around giving orders. No, no, she wouldn't waste words where action would do.
Something sweeter, something less forgiving perhaps than words. She catches his hand in the lay of her fingers, bringing it up to her lips, kissing the tips of them briefly before she closes her mouth around the first and second one. Soft and warm touch as she brushes the tip of her tongue to the pad of his fingers. Wetting them, letting them sit damp against her lips a moment as she meets his eyes.
Holds to his face still, as she guides his hand down to where they're still joined, shifting them apart just that little to give him the space she wants. Guiding him to touch her the way she likes, and more secret, more quiet, than blackwater and royalty and treason, how little it takes to make her swallow down and sigh in easiness. Slick from how they'd rolled together already, a flush on her skin for a thought, it's been awhile since she'd been such an unashamed mess. A heat that pulls as the shifting of her hips to give him room lets him shift inside of her. ]
I think - aashiq - [ Wets her lips, taking a breath in - english, Lakshmi, english. ] - start there.
[ Hopefully, it was enough of a starting point, could guide as she needed. Her fingers bracing against her wrist like she might her swords. Curving around loose and meticulous. ]
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But that would sound ... awful coming out of her mouth to shock them both and otherwise to quite probably be ridiculous - the restrictions of station never quite let her learn even if she'd never been displeased with the whole of it or inclined to skirt around giving orders. No, no, she wouldn't waste words where action would do.
Something sweeter, something less forgiving perhaps than words. She catches his hand in the lay of her fingers, bringing it up to her lips, kissing the tips of them briefly before she closes her mouth around the first and second one. Soft and warm touch as she brushes the tip of her tongue to the pad of his fingers. Wetting them, letting them sit damp against her lips a moment as she meets his eyes.
Holds to his face still, as she guides his hand down to where they're still joined, shifting them apart just that little to give him the space she wants. Guiding him to touch her the way she likes, and more secret, more quiet, than blackwater and royalty and treason, how little it takes to make her swallow down and sigh in easiness. Slick from how they'd rolled together already, a flush on her skin for a thought, it's been awhile since she'd been such an unashamed mess. A heat that pulls as the shifting of her hips to give him room lets him shift inside of her. ]
I think - aashiq - [ Wets her lips, taking a breath in - english, Lakshmi, english. ] - start there.
[ Hopefully, it was enough of a starting point, could guide as she needed. Her fingers bracing against her wrist like she might her swords. Curving around loose and meticulous. ]