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Laudna woke to the sun raising over the quaint small forest town she and the Hells had taken residence in the previous night. She smiled turning over to see Imogen sleeping with a peaceful look on her face, her lips slightly parted drooling a little onto the hand rested under her cheek. Her heart constricted feeling a warmth spread through her. She wanted nothing more than to reach out across the chasmic one inch space and brush some errant hair behind her ear, but she as always, resisted. Instead she carefully swung from the bed near silently slipping into her day clothes with a happy hum to herself. It was odd for her to be the only one awake. She was so used to stirring to the sound of Imogen the silent of morning was almost stifling.
“Pate.” She whispered out rousing the sleeping rat from his spot on the bed side table wrapped in a yellow scarf. He didn’t say anything raising his head to look at her with an angry look on his face. “I’m sorry to rouse you dear, but can you do me a favor?” She asked with a seriousness to her.
“Of course.” He spoke a little loud immediately hushed. Laudna held still looking as Imogen turned away from her smacking her lips a few times, her tossed hair an even larger mess in the back. She smiled to herself. How unfair, that she gets to look pretty doing anything.
“I need you to guard these rings with your life.” She slipped off the ring Lady Vex’Halia had given her very hesitantly followed by the one Imogen had given her. She rolled it between her fingers before closing her eyes with resolve. “Im going to the market, I’m just being cautious.” She explained at the proverbial eyebrow raise from Pate. “If Imogen wakes tell her I’ll be right back. But do not tell her I’m planning to get her a surprise. Alright?”
“‘Course!” Pate smiled holding onto the rings in his tiny hands standing like a sentry. “Hurry back though, Sashimi and I need some…. Alone time. Can’t do that if Imogen’s here.” His voice turned coy chuckling as Laudna shook her head leaving her room. She smiled to the person running the only bar and Inn in the whole town. They didn’t smile back ignoring her with an eye roll. She felt a sting she knew well, it’s been awhile since it made an appearance but it was duller, she knew it would hurt more once she left the building.
And she was right. As she browsed through the bustling streets she could see the looks. Hear the chiding comments people made as she passed them. She tried to tell herself that sinking dark feeling in her head dripping down to her stomach didn’t matter. These were inconsequential people making inconsequential comments. Their opinions didn’t matter… but they still hurt just as much as the last thousand times they had been thrown at her. She did her best to raise her head while keeping it down. She wove through the streets like a ghost looking for something to catch her eye for favorite person. Her eyes landed giddily on a leather work stand with a burly looking older man leaning boredly on the wooden counter holding a few different items, satchels, belts, and scrap for sale. What really caught her eye was a beautiful ornate pair of archers gloves. They had storm designs pressed into the backs leading all the way down to the bottoms where it split into a buckle to fit any size wrist. She all but ran to the stall knowing Imogen was in need of new gloves, her current ones were cracked and flacking and she always complained of never being able to find gloves that fit just right. Either the fingers were annoyingly slightly too long, the bottoms never hugged her wrist the way she liked, they always set off some sort of sensory issue for her. These were as perfect as Laudna was going to get without getting them custom made. And she offered numerous times to do so for Imogen. But they were never in the same place long enough. So it felt like she’d struck gold.
“Hello!” She waved smiling wide. She bit back the instinct to cringe as the old man snapped to attention from whatever day dream he’d been in flinching away from her. He looked frightened of her despite being built like a tree. He could definitely snap in her half with one hand if he tried, but he still ran away. “I-I saw these gloves and was wondering if I could sample them?” She put on her best polite face and best polite voice trying to ignore the hurt tearing though her chest.
“Yeah. Sure.” He cleared his through steeling himself. His piercing accusing eyes stared daggers at her as she picked up one of the items laying it over top hers. She knew Imogen’s hand size against her her own, had felt it enough times for it to be engrained in her mind. She squealed giddy as the leather rested near exact where the tips of scarred fingers stopped against her skin.
“How much?” She asked barely containing the excitement buzzing through her body.
“Six gold.” He smirked. She knew he was gauging her. Everyone always did, and it was Imogen who did the haggling.
“A steal!” She put on her best performance fishing around in her pockets with a fake dumb look on her face. She had only brought with her seven gold, just in case things went south. When she reached out a hand to give him his money he grunted looking from her stained fingertips to the counter. She sighed wincing a bit placing the coins down before snatching up the gloves. She gave a polite thank you turning around with a hum hiding away her new found treasure into a hidden space in her billowing skirts. She idly made her way back towards the Inn feeling an unease acutely aware of two men following closely behind her. She waited until the crowd thinned to turn around looking them both in the eye with a sickly sweet smile plastered across her face.
“We don’t have room here for the likes of you.” One growled. His friend nodded waving his fingers in a ‘come here motion.’ Two more presences made themselves known pinning her hands behind her.
“Makes this easy for all of us, will ya?” The other of the original two sneered pulling back his sleeve. She wanted to fight, probably could. But her chest was rising and falling at a rapid rate. Her mind was swimming searching for something, anything to do or say. But she came up empty. She was out of practice dealing with situations like this, it’d been so long. So she fell back on her earliest response.
She just let it happen.
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When she came to she was somewhere near the edge of the forest. She had been left haphazardly in a pile of ichor and pain. Her body screamed. Her head pounded. She felt a large split on her lip and giant gash on her forehead still slowly bleeding down her face. She couldn’t think, her mind flashing back to the first time she woke like this thrown away in Whitestone. But this wasn’t Whitestone. There was no Suntree. No castle. Just a small shit town in the woods. She was okay, mostly. She just had to find….
Imogen.
Her hand flew to her pockets. Her money was gone, as feeble as the one gold she had was. Her lungs felt like they had been crushed. A wave of anxiety took over as she felt through her hidden compartments for her surprise. She sighed heavily in relief finding the gloves safe in her skirts. Her head was awash with so many emotions and thoughts she wasn’t sure what to do. Every breath she took lit her ribs on fire. As she tried to stand it was obvious her ankle had been dislocated and shotily relocated, either purpose or accident she’d never know. Should be calming breezes brought blights of hissing pain as it passed over exposed gashes on her body. She was so distracted with just trying to get back to Imogen she forgot about prestidigitation and mending entirely.
Stumbling into the main lobby the employee from before looked at her and smirked as though she deserved this. She wanted to be mad. Wanted to get pissed. But she was too exhausted. Instead she shot them a look and the middle finger heading back to her shared room hearing voices as she approached the door.
“What do you mean Pate!” Imogen yelled muffled though the thick wooden door.
“How many times do I have to say! She said wait here but I can’t tell you why!” Pate screamed back gargled and throaty.
“She’s alone Pate. You know what happens when she alone. Hell so does she! Why else would she leave these things behind?!” She argued stomping closer to the door. “Get out of the way!” Her voice was louder now, still a bit quieted. Laudna felt warmth in her chest drown out the agonizing pain she was in. She liked knowing Imogen was so protective of her. So she put on a brave face through the pounding searing pain unlocking the door loudly giving her friends the time they needed to calm down.
“I’m back~!” She sing songed rasped past a bruised throat. It was probably for the best she had passed out before they tried to suffocate her, amateurs. She didn’t need to breathe anyway.
Imogen’s face brightened as Laudna entered with a steady breath in bracing. The door closed as Laudna held a wince watching her sun kissed face fall to fury at the state she was in. The storm sorcerer flew from the bed coming to rest in front of the injured warlock holding her face gently in her semi covered hands turning it to inspect and catalogue every injury on her fragile face. It made Laudna feel shy to be under her powerful gaze. She hated making Imogen frown. She shrunk down on herself unable to make eye contact as Imogen bore into her soul, hands gripping onto her jaw shaking.
“Who did this to you?” She growled out pulling them both to the bed to sit. Laudna whimpered nearly collapsing as she took a step, her vision flashing blinding white. She fell caught by delicately strong arms lead easily down to rest at Imogen’s side. She was quiet for a moment. She wanted to say it was nothing, it was her fault. She wanted to appear strong, like the whole situation hadn’t brought up flashback after flash back choking her from the inside out. She wanted to make sure Imogen was okay, make her smile again.
“I didn’t… I didn’t even fight back.” Her voice shook. She trapped her bottom lip in her teeth staring at nothing letting the events play out behind her eyes. Voices layered over themselves. All of them scrambling and throwing out insults from every horrible interaction from her past.
“Laudna…” Imogen gently wrapped herself around her convulsing body, her weight like an anchor. It made Laudna come back to reality. She shook her pounding head regretting it with a teeth grit hiss raising her blurred eye line to find lilac already searching for her gaze.
“Well, no use dwelling.” She cleared her throat. Imogen didn’t need to see her like this, not after everything she’s been through while she was…. Gone.
“Laud. You can be vulnerable with me okay?” Her sweet drawl filed straight into her ear as she spoke against it. Laudna’s heart soared in rhythm. Her stomach flipped.
“I know, I just don’t want to-” She stopped her train of thought.
“Don’t want to what?” Imogen pulled back cupping her cheek again. She muttered sparking magic at her finger tips. Laudna felt a familiar static run across her face pulling the drying blood, or ichor, both?, off of her face. It didn’t close the wounds, but it made her feel better nonetheless.
“Don’t want you thinking I’m helpless. I just wanted to do one thing on my own.” She admitted leaning into the hand resting on her jaw. “I actually got you something.” She interrupted herself, Imogen?, with a sniffle retracting away from the other woman to wipe her stinging eyes. Before Imogen could open her mouth to say something encouraging she spoke again. “Close your eyes.”
“Laudna-”
“Please.” She hadn’t meant to sound so desperate. Her chest tightened in regret as Imogen stared at her with conflict in her eyes. She was doing that thing she does when she has more to say, clenching and unclenching her jaw blinking a little faster than usual. Her fingers twitched in protest wanting to take Laudna’s hand, or hold her face, or any of the other areas of comfort her hands had been on since she came back. And Laudna loved having Imogen’s touch on her, it was grounding, an anchor for when she felt herself slipping off a bit. Sometimes, though, she just wanted to feel like she could stand without help. Like she was just as strong as the rest of the group without Imogen’s hand guiding her but instead beside her as an equal. It was getting exhausting being seen as nothing more than fragile.
Then Imogen relented with a heavy sigh and a ‘this isn’t over’ look on her face. “This better be good or I’m gonna be pissed.” She half smiled relieving Laudnas panic. Her lavender eyes slowly disappeared as she closed her eyelids sitting up a little straighter clearly feeling a little out of control. The warlock bit the inside of her cheek suppressing the rush of her blood to her face staring at Imogen. Her lips slightly parted before she noticed closing them into a thin tense line letting them go in a puff to rest in just the smallest frown. She really hated being even the slightest bit out of control, didn't she? How endearing.
Laudna could barely keep herself from giggling forming her plan in her head. She produced her present taking one of Imogen’s hands in hers squeezing gently giving her time to prepare for what was coming next. Carefully she started to pull one of the fingers loose met with an instant retraction from the storm sorcerer. There was a confused panic on her face, though her eyes remained closed.
“Do you trust me, Imogen?” Laudna softly asked recapturing Imogen’s hand. She wouldn’t do anything until she had express permission. Especially for this. This was intimate and hard for Imogen, one of the things she was most insecure and careful of. According to her, Laudna was the only person she’s even let do this with her.
“Yes.” Imogen answered a bit out of breath, her hand slightly shaking in Laudna’s. With permission granted the warlock resumed carefully removing Imogen’s, to put it nicely, trash gloves. It was rare for her to see Imogen’s hands like this. Of course she’s seen them before but it was for sparing moments before they laid down for bed, or showering, or other odd things. She hadn’t been granted this sight, the privilege of removing her armor, often. She loved the way purple lightning etched deep into her skin like a map to trace and caress. Imogen’s hands were one of the sexiest- coolest things about her. She wasn’t sure why she felt the urge to do what she did. But she did it. With Imogen’s wrists in her hands she pressed her thumbs into Imogen’s palms.
“Ah-!” Imogen gasped, her face heating red. “L-Launda you know-“ She took a tight breath in panting as Laudna began to massage her hands with calculated pressure.
“I can’t remember the last time I got to see you like this.” Laudna commented absentmindedly. They both knew she was lying, neither of them could forget it. It started with Imogen shaking after a nasty fight that took all of her strength. Her hands were seizing, she was panicking much to Lauanda’s dismay. She didn’t know what to do watching as Imogen ripped her gloves off gasping at lightning pulsing though her skin knitting the muscles painfully beneath. Imogen begged her to help, stuttering and gasping past the lump in her throat. That’s when Laudna realized just how delicate her scarred flesh really was. Right now she watched selfishly as Imogen’s face reddened with the pressured movements of her thumbs. She bit her split lip jumping with shock at the sting then focused back on the way Imogen was nawing her bottom lip. “I like it when you’re like this, just for me.” Laudna purred out digging into Imogen now, working out a knot she found in Imogen’s magically marred hands. This was so different than last time. There was an air of sensuality rather than freight and worry. She was able to take her time, really discover the hidden secrets trapped beneath leather armor.
“Laud-!” Imogen gasped taking in stuttered breath after stuttered breath. She was on the verge of pleasured tears trembling under the warlocks skilled motions. Her overly pronounced bones dug harshly into her flesh massaging around a hard knot that never really went away. It was like she was pressing straight into her psyche rolling over the sensitive parts of her brain simultaneously caressing the pleasurable parts sending her head into a stinging tingling overwhelm in both the best and worst ways possible.
Laudna watched her writhe in place squeezing her eyes with her chin pressed against her chest panting heavily. All of her blood fell down to her center lighting her insides in purple tinted flame, the smoke burning her blush line hotter then she’s ever felt it. In a move unforeseen she rocked her hips a bit suppressing an embarrassing noise as Imogen let out a quiet moan when she pressed on a particularly sensitive spot in her journey of exploration.
“L-Laud-“ Her voice was high and broken past her shuttering body. “I-you- it’s-“ she was struggling to form words now, Laudna could tell. It was driving her absolutely insane. She was so close to working out the white whale of stress in Imogen’s hands digging in harder and harder almost selfishly. She felt selfish, watching Imogen fall to her mercy like this. The fantasies she had didn't begin to measure up to the real thing. Her ragged breathing, her reddened face, it was so much better in real life. How Selfish.
“It’s what, darling~?” A nickname the warlock saved for more intimate moments between them. It fell from lips like a spell landing on the other woman sweetly. Imogen keened letting the word hit her deliciously dulcet.
“I-I.” Imogen choked out the words squeezing her eyes tightly shut. “T-oo much.” She breathed in high and tight raising her head from her chest, eyes still closed, face flushed a scrumptious pleasured red. Laudna felt a split second of grief roll over her, but it was brief and she smiled at the way Imogen let herself fall away from her stoic perch.
“I was so close this time too.” Laudna slowly let up pressure until her thumbs were removed entirely. “Are you alright?” She leaned forward kissing Imogen’s knuckles on each hand. Her girl looked exhausted, but pleased as she focused on her rapid breaths trying to still the shaking of her hands.
“Y-yeah.” Her breathing was evening out. “It just got to be too much. I’m sorry.” She softly blushed holding her hands in the air afraid to put them down, the sensation of Laudnas fingers still pulsing energy under her skin. It felt like her hands were exposed nerve endings, every spike sending her fingers into a small twitching fit. She needed to get them covered, there was too much sensation.
“Nonsense. Do you want your gloves back?” The perfect surprise. The shadow sorcerer smiled widely thinking of how Imogen was going to react to the beautiful armor, sweetened protection Laudna gave to her. The feeling of her hands spectrally wrapped around hers tightly and securely in a lasting promise, a forever caress.
“Yes, please.” Imogen flushed, fingers shaking violently at a strong pulse of energy. She hissed balling her fists instantly regretting it as her hands pounded against themselves. Laudna grinned from ear to ear slowly slipping on each glove for Imogen taking care to touch as little as possible. She could see the confusion on Imogen’s face, the testing flexes of her fingers feeling new material swaddled around them. “Did you mend these while my eyes were closed?” Her eyes began to crack open. Laudna didn’t respond holding her clasped hands under her chin smiling like an idiot. Her chest swelled seeing the shocked look on Imogen’s face when she saw her surprise. She stared at the gloves twiddling the three covered fingers between her pinky and thumb in awe.
“Do you like them?” The warlock asked knowing the answer. “You can actually adjust them! The excess belt slips into a little pocket here.” She showed Imogen the part she knew she’d love the most. Her dark eyes washed over Imogen’s excitedly bouncing body with love filling up her entire being. The bouncing of the mattress made her aching body shutter in pain. She didn’t care, Imogen was happy and that’s all that mattered.
“Laudna these are beautiful! And they fit so well!” Imogen adjusted the bottom buckles fixing them snugly to her wrist. “I love them! Thank you!” She dove into Laudna sending her frailer form to the bed in one giant shock of pain onto her back as Imogen hugged her tightly. Her face cringed holding in the scream stopped just at the top of her throat. Then there was a face snuggling into her neck and nothing else in the world mattered. Her heartbeat began to soar. This would be a memory for the ages. Her eyes shut for a brief blissful second letting her mind engrain this feeling, this moment into her brain until every detail was perfect. Imogen’s giddy shriek of a laugh filled the room warmly as she sat back pulling her up as well. She smiled watching Imogen cast a few cantrips to break in the stiff creaking leather never taking her eyes off of the stormy designs swirling over the backs of her hands.
“I’m glad you like them.” Laudna winced a bit shifting to face the storm sorcerer more fully. Imogen’s face fell a little, her eyes opening wide. Busted.
“I forgot to message Letters. I’m so sorry. Here you are hurtin’ and I’m-”
“Hush.” She forecully stopped worried apologies. “I’m fine enough to wait until we inevitably see them.” She cupped Imogen’s cheek pulling them together until their foreheads rested against one another. Imogen didn’t say anything more. They sat in silence for while until eventually the pain won out forcing them apart. Launda gathered her discarded items replacing her rings with a kiss to Pates head as he absconded into her hair. Imogen sat for a beat longer than needed with a flush to her face and an air of regret around a moment passed. Then she joined the warlocks side lacing their hands together like she always did.
When they left the room they happened to bump into the others, all of them bursting into questions and various levels of rage at Laudnas appearance.
“Let me fix you up!” FCG wheeled over in obvious distress. They offered a hand out which Laudna did not take instead plastering on a half smile.
“Don’t waste your spells on me. We still have traveling to do. I’ll be fine after a bit of rest.” The shadow sorcerer insisted waving off the robots advances.
“It’s not a waste.” Imogen growled at her side wrapping around her arm not feeling satisfied with just holding her hand. “Please let them help you.” It was more of a demand than a request. Laudna sighed and nodded to a very estactic FCG who gave her a light but heavy dose of healing curing the majority of her ailments. When they sat by the same employee running the front of the establishment they made eye contact with Laudna glaring at her darkly. They eyed her as the group sat down at the bar ready to have a breakfast before venturing out into their day.
They wrote down everyone’s order taking Laudnas last. “I’m surprised it has such manners.” They off handedly spoke to another near by patron finishing with some mental math. “Suits it right. I’d kill it for speaking to me with an attitude.” They laughed with the person ripping off the groups order clipping it to the kitchen window behind them.
“What the fuck did you just say?” Imogen snarled out angrily.
“Imogen, it’s fine.” Laudna placed her hand on top on her balled up fist. Her lavender eyes bounced between pleading dark eyes and the sneering face of the bartender. She relaxed under the warlocks touch easing down into her seat.
“It’s smarter than it looks.” They pulled their lips into a cocky grin reveling a few missing teeth. Imogen was in her feet with spindly arms wrapped around her waist holding her back. Laudna saw the way her eyes flashed white, the way her hair was floating off of her shoulders.
“Imogen. Please, it’s okay.” Laudna whispered into a flamed ear reaching to take Imogen’s sparking extended hand. “They aren’t worth your energy. You’re better than them.” She spoke firmly pulling Imogen away from the bar.
“You might be. But I’m not.” Ashton jumped the counter decking the bartender in the face twice with a satisfying pop. The rock man smiled victoriously as the other hit the ground writhing in pain holding their busted and oozing nose. They laid on the ground looking up at Ashton through streaming tears in fear. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.” The spat on the bartender easily hopping the bar back to his friends.
The others held smiles of their own on their faces as they gathered their things, all of them threatening the bartender in their own ways on the way out of the inn. The group didn’t take long to get out of town. As soon as the Hells saw how Laudna and Imogen fell into their own practiced routine they went into protection mode, Ashton and Orym doing the majority of leading, haggling, and provision shopping while Imogen and Fearne hung at the warlocks sides, Chetney and FCG flanking just a step behind ready for any encounter.
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They traveled for hours heading into the unforgiving woods. Laudna couldn’t help but notice the huffy way Imogen was walking, she barely spoke the entire trip despite the joyous conversations going around the group. Laudna figured she was just tired or fatigued, even though she knew better. Though she never pushed. If Imogen needed to talk she had her ways.
It wasn’t until the group had found a relatively safe area to bed down setting up watches for the night leaving them alone did Imogen look at her. She was sitting in her bedroll a hairline away from Laudna’s own glowering at the warlock. Her jaw clenched and unclenched like she was trying to pick out the best words to say in the best order. Laudna nervously swallowed going over the days events. Had she done something wrong? Did Imogen hate her gloves? What had done to make her angry?
“How can you say things so easily?” Her voice didn’t match her expression. She showed anger and force. But her voice wavered and shook with a hurt that struck Launda hard in the chest. She never wanted to be the reason Imogen sounded like that.
“Say what?” She was genuinely confused trying to think through the doubt in her head. The voice that always told her she couldn’t have nice things, or that Imogen would eventually leave her too, was deafening. It’d been like that ever since she came back in Pike’s house. That voice of loathing screaming like it never had before.
“That it’s a waste to heal you, or you’re fine even though you’re struggling.” Imogen took a breath to steady the shake to her voice and bottom lip.
“Imogen I-”
“It’s not a waste. You’re not a waste. We… I fought like hell to get you back and you act like you mean nothing to anyone.” Tears glossed Imogen’s purple eyes making her appeared almost doll like. Laudna felt her heart shatter. She was so caught up in trying to ease her worries she ended up causing Imogen harm. “You mean everything to me. You’re my reason for waking up every morning. Does that mean nothing to you?” Imogen was crying now. “I get you’re used to protecting me, and everyone else, but. But why won’t you let me protect you?” Launda pulled the crying woman into her lap and wrapped her bony arms around her as tightly as she could. She felt like a monster. She was a monster, but she was Imogen’s monster. She’d do anything for her. Anything.
“I’m sorry.” It was her turn to feel tears stinging her eyes. “I’m so sorry.” She choked on a sob in her throat. “You’re everything Imogen. Smart, capable, strong.” She spoke into her hair taking in the heart wrenchingly familiar scent of ozone and floral petrichor. “I-I just. No one’s ever wanted to protect me before. So I-I protect everyone else.” Her chest expanded painfully. She hadn’t realized it was her who was sitting in Imogen’s lap, cradled and held as she cried. She buried her face into the crook of Imogen’s neck letting out decades of pent up emotion finally feeling a sense of ever lasting fight or flight come to end.
By the time she’s gained enough composure to speak it was time for second watch. Imogen had said nothing else to her as they sat there in the forest silent of the night. Laudna still shook holding onto a familiar vest like her life depended on it.
“You can let yourself be vulnerable with me. I’ll be there to hold you together when you’re broken, catch if you fall. Just please let me.” Imogen whispered into her ear laying the both of them down on their spread out bedrolls.
“I’ll try. I.” She stopped. Her heart was pounding. Imogen was an inch away from her holding her cheek, her thumb running over her face tenderly. Her dark blackened eyes shifted down to her lips slightly scabbed from where she’s worried the skin apart. There was so much she wanted to say. A million things she never thought she could feel all coming to light when Imogen was there. Imogen made her feel happy, strong, beautiful…loved. She made her feel like she could do anything. Even be bold where she usually shrunk away. It was time to be bold. Who knows how much time they have? Anything could happen. She knew that better than anyone. She took a deep breath steeling away the anxiety building in her chest. “I love you.” Shock racked through Imogen’s face. “I have for a long time. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize. May I?” She leaned forward stopping. Imogen met her half way letting their lips connect in a statically charged kiss, the pair of them jumping back. They stared into each other’s eyes falling into a pit a laughter and giggles before they settled into a comfortable silence. Laudna wasn’t sure who leaned first this time. Their lips connected again longer, deeper, more emotion behind the kiss. She was delighted to find herself on her back with Imogen’s full weight on top of her kissing her over and over in a needy way she met just as desperate.
“I. Love. You. Too.” Leather clad fingers tangled into dark inky locks punctuating every word with a kiss trailing down the cold nape of Laudnas neck. “So much.” She pulled back to hang over the other woman’s face with an award winning smile.
The warlock found herself at a loss of what to do. She was panting bitting the back of her hand to keep from making too much as noise. She was wanted. Needed. Loved. She never thought she’d have this. A real romance. Especially with Imogen. She had never been so glad to be wrong in her life.
“We-we should probably wake up the next two….” She whispered out against warm lips intentionally breathing down onto her cooler ones.
“I know I just. Don’t want to.” Imogen giggled as she was kissed again, her farm strong body down pulled to the bedrolls by spindly arms.
“You.” Laudna started then stopped taking a moment to think. “I need the rest.” She tipped her hand a bit letting Imogen see her vulnerable state still hurting from earlier events. “Besides, we should have our own room by tomorrow night….” She trailed snarking an undignified laugh in the back of her throat at the way Imogen’s face bloomed a bright crimson red.
“Oh! Yeah….” Imogen shifted so she was laying behind Laudna holding her close. It made the warlock feel safe and protected held in her Imogen’s strong embrace. Her arm around her waist, fingers laced together. For the first time In a long time she let herself be the little spoon.