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Beyond the Ice and the Fire (Spectral Assassin/F!Dunmer) - 13/?

[(Anonymous)]

The desire in his gaze as she offered him the physical symbol of her power was like a hook set into her very being, drawing her upward as surely as did his hands a moment later, but it was his smile in the instant before he pulled her head backward that sent alternating waves of heat and chill chasing one another across her skin. It was a smile to inspire terror… or a bone-deep thrum of desire in one who knew the other side of Lucien’s thoughtful malice.

Riva’s every survival instinct demanded that she break his hold on her hair, twist away and into a position where she could cover her vitals, but this was a game of will. She had placed herself in his hands, and there she would stay. Nevertheless, a shudder swept through her body with both the effort needed to accept this vulnerability, and, paradoxically, the keen-edged thrill of the compulsion to do so.

Where the first kiss had been an impulsive celebration, almost a blessing, this one was an unequivocal demand, starkly controlled even in the hunger it contained – You are mine.

Yes, Lucien. I am yours.

She met his tongue with her own in tacit assent, yielding, yes, but never passive, and he tasted her with an unhurried thoroughness that stole the breath from her chest. The slight pain from his grip on her hair and the warm presence of his body not quite pressing to hers were noticed more in the negative space they left when he suddenly released her, leaving her swaying where she stood, her eyes heavy-lidded and already half-drunk with need.

“You will not be needing the rest of what you are wearing. Strip.” The velvet instruction, when it came, took a moment to sink in, for words to become meaning and meaning become action – long enough that Riva was slightly surprised that his patience held, by the time she had started moving to obey. That realization in itself brought a shiver that chased its way across newly-bared skin: when Lucien was particularly lenient at the beginning of an encounter, it always boded ominously for later on.

Well and so; she would not have expected this night to be otherwise. Not after what had passed.

Unlike her Listener’s robes in his hands moments before, her drab underclothes did not sublimate away, but lay about her feet on the chilly floor when she had finished. Riva stood naked before Lucien’s calmly watchful eyes, at once knowing that he liked what he saw – dark skin presently free of war paint, but respectably decorated with calluses and scars; lean, smooth curves and wiry muscle over a deceptively delicate bone structure; a bearing that said I am a weapon – and feeling the almost clinical chill of his regard, all the same.

(The heat of desire was still there – oh yes – but he would choose when to allow it to rise to the surface… or on rare occasion, she might draw it from him, unbidden. That always carried a steep price, but a glorious one.)

Rather than leave her hands to drift aimlessly at her sides or clasp them in front of herself where they could be used as cover, Riva crossed her wrists behind her back as if they had been tied there, eyes rising slowly from the floor to meet Lucien’s once more and hold that deadly gaze. They stood in silence for a long moment, until the subtlest of smiles crossed his face and he raised a gloved hand to indicate an open door in the side of the chamber wall that had previously been hidden (or perhaps had simply not yet existed).

“After you,” he murmured. The smile was audible in his voice.

Re: Beyond the Ice and the Fire (Spectral Assassin/F!Dunmer) - 13/?

[(Anonymous)]

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