Worship, D.Grayman (Anita/Mahoja)
Title: Worship Author/Artist: shiegra Rating: R Word count: 681 Prompt: D. Gray-man - Anita/Mahoja - body worship - I want the touch of your charms, the heat of your breath / I want to say all those things that would be better unsaid
Someone's extinguishing the lamps.
Down the streets they're traveling, and down the streets shops are closing, doors drawing shut and windows whispering into shadowed stillness, a more peaceful hum of life sighing down around them.
The brothel does not sleep at this time; it awakens. But Anita walks the back halls, slender frame erect beneath her heavy silks, and Mahoja paces at her heels like a sated tiger, watching her back.
The murmur of sound and sensuality and incense is as thick as a perfume, and gentler in the twilight hours than the harsher reality of this life. Anita cups a hand of a stick of incense as she lights it, reflexive gentle protection, and glances over her shoulder. Her black lashes lower and fan over her cheeks as she smiles, not quite demure.
Mahoja bows and when they enter Anita's rooms she draws the door shut behind her, slanted eyes gleaming in the warm muted light. She reaches her mistress before the other does anything but lower her hands to the sash, and neatly catches her wrist, draws out her arm to gently stroke richly dyed silk away from pale skin.
Anita has slender wrists, long fingers and long, graceful arms. Wrist and elbow are tender, paper-thin skin with the restrained pulse of blood within, the rhythm of her heartbeat. Mahoja presses a kiss to each point, counting the murmur of her life before Anita sighs, low and sweet, the signal to go on.
The pale curve of breasts and long waist is revealed; Anita lays her hands on Mahoja’s shoulders, stroking the warmth of skin over muscle, letting her bodyguard patiently work on intricate lacings that pin the elaborate dress over her hips.
Anita has a dreaming softness to her, but there are calluses on the tips of her fingers, a hard grace to her movements. Coaxed into languor, here it is not so bald and plain, but as Mahoja lets the silk fall, puddling around their feet, the body revealed is smooth and firm with muscle.
Another kiss to her knee, soft as a reverence before a saint. Another to the inside of her thigh and the last--sacrilegious worship before a pagan and primal want--to soft dark curls, the slick flower of her flesh. Anita cries out, sweet and low, and her voice hangs on the air; her back goes taut, the graceful arch of ribs curling below the soft weight of her breasts. Mahoja's hands curve around her hips, thumbs pressing gently in, and one of her mistress's hands has caught on the red silk of her fallen dress and clenches, her knuckles turning white as her body flushes with desire.
Mahoja draws away.
It takes Anita a moment to compose herself, eyes heavy lidded and glittering, but she lifts her feet, slender and small and high-arched, from brocade slippers when urged. Her hand braces itself on Mahoja's shoulder in an automatic gesture, and the air is thick with incense and unspoken words as she walks towards the bed, finally relinquishing the long ribbon of cloth.
Incense strokes the air. The hangings on the walls and the bed are wine red, deeply plush and burnished. Thin lines of deep bronze trail down the wood in patterns and symbols, and hem the drapings and curtains.
Anita steps to the bed and slides on. Mahoja gathers up her clothing, blowing out candles and extinguishing lamps as she walks around the room, and lays them out on a chair before finally turning to look at her. She has laid back on the bed, fingers folding over her stomach just below her breasts, and her hair spills out around her like a night sky.
"Mahoja," she whispers, and that is all.
Mahoja's eyes gleam in the low light and she bows once, very proper, and lifts the last candle to approach. It casts honeyed shadows over long thighs, the gentle curve of calves and stomach and the midnight of her eyes, glittering on dark lashes.
She extends a hand and Mahoja very gently crushes the light from the wick.