[ She wants to argue, to be startled and offended. But she can't be either of those things for very long, the irony of the situation is too embarrassing. Caught up in her own overeagerness she has miscalculated and lost the upper hand, something that Akeha very rarely gave up to another for very long.
Artoria groans without making a sound: her lips part, and she makes a face as if she is experiencing some kind of pain. She is her own self-fulfilling prophecy because she cannot get close enough soon enough. ]
You are as cruel as you ever were.
[ Artoria shifts her hand between Akeha's legs, angling it just so— she slips two fingers inside of her, keeping steady pace with the finger still rubbing circles against her. ]
You toy with me so— one day you might come to regret it. I may fumble when it matters most.
[ And then her hand stops altogether, stationed inside of her like a threat.
She tries to steady her breathing, it would hardly be much of a threat if she was bursting at the seams herself. ]
[This time, Akeha's gasp is audible, surprised — a burst of air against Artoria's ear. Her hand settles on the back of Artoria's neck, then cards through her hair. The gesture is tender for all the suddenness of it, and then she laughs. It's soft, warm, and would be scarcely heard if she were not so close.]
Cruel? No. Not to you. [She shivers, her body tightening around Artoria's fingers, and sighs out her name. She closes her eyes, rocks her hips forward into the motion, letting her body fall into the motion and be carried by it. She is a weapon in the hands of others, but in Artoria's hands she becomes something else entirely. An instrument to be played and to have sounds sweetly plied out of her, made to follow a rhythm and song.
Artoria stops, and again her body tightens helplessly around her. Akeha breathes out and she might have been able to hide her lack of composure were it not for the way it shuddered out at the end.]
If you were, then I would be truly cruel, Artoria. [Her mouth brushes her earlobe, and she takes it between her teeth, gently biting down.] I'll torment you endlessly, this night, and all the other nights we might yet have.
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Artoria groans without making a sound: her lips part, and she makes a face as if she is experiencing some kind of pain. She is her own self-fulfilling prophecy because she cannot get close enough soon enough. ]
You are as cruel as you ever were.
[ Artoria shifts her hand between Akeha's legs, angling it just so— she slips two fingers inside of her, keeping steady pace with the finger still rubbing circles against her. ]
You toy with me so— one day you might come to regret it. I may fumble when it matters most.
[ And then her hand stops
altogether, stationed inside of her like a threat.
She tries to steady her breathing, it would hardly be much of a threat if she was bursting at the seams herself. ]
What would you do then?
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Cruel? No. Not to you. [She shivers, her body tightening around Artoria's fingers, and sighs out her name. She closes her eyes, rocks her hips forward into the motion, letting her body fall into the motion and be carried by it. She is a weapon in the hands of others, but in Artoria's hands she becomes something else entirely. An instrument to be played and to have sounds sweetly plied out of her, made to follow a rhythm and song.
Artoria stops, and again her body tightens helplessly around her. Akeha breathes out and she might have been able to hide her lack of composure were it not for the way it shuddered out at the end.]
If you were, then I would be truly cruel, Artoria. [Her mouth brushes her earlobe, and she takes it between her teeth, gently biting down.] I'll torment you endlessly, this night, and all the other nights we might yet have.