Morrigan is many things (whathavewehere) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-05-24 21:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, maia amell (the warden), morrigan |
Who: Maia and Morrigan
What: A dinner date in which Morrigan frets and has a bout of WHAT ARE FEELINGS
When: Recently
Where: Morrigan's home
Warning: NC-17 for some sexy times
Sometimes Morrigan couldn’t stand the things Maia made her feel. It felt like she was going insane, and yet she seemed to like it. It was all entirely strange to her, she couldn’t quite make heads or tails of it.
After that incident with the stormtroopers and battle vehicles, Morrigan wanted some down time with Maia. So she’d invited her over for dinner. A dinner which Morrigan cooked. She fretted over it, then fretted over herself when she got dressed. She pulled on a little black dress, but one that was still considered casual. She wanted to look nice but not overdo it. Her hair was left long, and she’d put a bit of a wave in her hair, giving it some volume.
She glanced at the clock, then made another check of the food. She hoped the food would be alright. She had some wine to pair with it, of course. Then it was simply waiting for Maia to arrive, and Morrigan would try to keep her wits about her.
Maia honestly didn’t know that Morrigan could cook. Well, cook cook, because there was a difference between cooking and making something edible for oneself, which was what Maia was good at. She’d tried to get out of Morrigan what to wear and settled on a pair of dress trousers and a blouse that she could leave several buttons undone on.
She got out of her little car, swallowed her own nerves, and knocked.
Morrigan was actually a good cook, one with skills that went beyond those in the dreams. It was something that she enjoyed doing, and she sometimes spent just as much time in the kitchen as she did in her greenhouse or her lab. Tonight’s dinner was Italian in theme.
At the knock, Morrigan’s heart leapt into her throat. She took a couple deep breaths, took note of where Bastet and Persephone were, then she answered the door, smiling at Maia. And it took all of a second, or less, for Morrigan’s gaze to trail down to her chest. It was a beautiful sight, she had to say.
“Good evening, love,” she said before leaning in to greet Maia with a kiss.
Whatever it was, it smelled fantastic. Maia grinned at Morrigan, the way her eyes moved making her heart pound so loud she was positive the witch could hear it. She let the kiss linger, before touching Morrigan’s arm with her fingers, lightly brushing them. “Good evening.”
“Please, come in,” she said after some moments, licking her lips a bit. Morrigan’s heart was pounding a bit as she let Maia come in. And now she was starting to feel that sense of her thoughts getting jumbled that tended to happen whenever she was around Maia. She didn’t understand it, and she didn’t like the fact it felt like her head was going to explode.
“I hope you are ready for dinner?” She managed to say something coherent!
After their dreams, and after the whole crazed trooper thing this dash of normal was decidedly welcome. Maia stepped inside, still half touching Morrigan. She looked at her with hunger of a different sort. “Starving.”
Andraste’s flaming knickers, the way Maia looked at her seared right through Morrigan. It went straight to the pit of her stomach. And it also served to make the feeling of her head wanting to explode that much worse. Why did she always get like that around Maia of late? It was infuriating.
“Good,” she managed to say without choking on her own voice.
Morrigan looked so beautiful that it was distracting. But Maia had been making an effort of late to tone down some of her come ons. She’d felt like she might have made Morrigan uncomfortable and while she still flirted, she hadn’t been as overtly ‘let me into your pants’ as she’d been at first. She respected Morrigan and wanted her to know that. “It smells divine. At least one of us can cook in this relationship.”
Morrigan had always had an odd relationship with sex. She needed to build some sort of bond with a person before she could feel comfortable with sex. With Maia, she was getting that bond, but everything was made all the more complicated by their dreams. She almost felt like Maia expected sex here to be to the same level as it was in the dream, and Morrigan felt like she’d only disappoint. But she liked that Maia was respectful of her, it did make her feel a little less flaily about getting to that part of their relationship.
“Indeed. Were I unable to cook, perhaps we would give Alistair a run for lack of culinary skills?” Morrigan quipped. She led Maia over to the dining table which was already set. The food was served, save for the main course which was still in the oven to ensure it was hot upon being served. She then pulled out a chair for Maia. “Make yourself comfortable, and I shall bring the main course out.”
Maia would happily tell Morrigan that she expected nothing. It was really important to her that Morrigan never felt pressured. And honestly, just touching her would be on par with the dreams. “I don’t think anyone could give Alistair a run for lack of culinary skills.”
She flushed a little, but accepted the offered seat.
“Tis why we never let him cook. I would sooner eat something Zevran cooked despite the potential for poison, either by actual poison or his own lack of culinary skills.” Morrigan mused. At least in this life, they didn’t have to hunt their own food when they weren’t near a city where they could buy food at the market or at an inn.
Once Maia was seated, Morrigan headed into the kitchen, grabbing oven mitts and bringing out the main course, which was lasagna nearly bursting with cheese, tomato sauce and meat. She set it down on a trivet on the table. “I do hope that you enjoy some lasagna with your cheese and meat,” she quipped as she set the oven mitts aside and put the serving utensils in it. “You may have the first helping if you so wish.”
“You know, I don’t think Zevran would ever go so subtle as to use poison,” Maia replied. It didn’t take much thought to consider it. While he’d stab someone in the back, poison seemed like something a bard would use. “That’s not a hint, is it? Trying to poison … me… Maker that’s a lot of cheese!”
Maia loved cheese.
“I would still watch my food carefully were he to cook were I you.” Morrigan cautioned. She was wary around the would-be assassin. Though she tended to be wary around most of the party. “No, tis no hint. I would never try to poison you.” Morrigan smiled. “I do hope it tastes as good as it smells. Would you like some wine with your dinner?” She went and grabbed a bottle of wine that paired with the dinner nicely.
Maia chuckled. “I suppose it’s not paranoia if they actually want you dead.” and she was pretty sure a large coalition wanted her dead. She’d have to be careful in Denarim. She couldn’t say why but she just had an ill feeling about the city and what was to come.
But if she died, Ferelden died with her, and that wasn’t ego talking.
“Yes, please. It was a long day.”
“Indeed not,” Morrigan responded, then brought the wine over and poured Maia a glass before pouring her own. She then finally took her own seat. “Were your students giving you trouble today?” These were the days that Morrigan enjoyed being self-employed and not being overrun with people. She had her trying customers, of course, but at least she could lock her front door and pretend she wasn’t home if she wasn’t in the mood to deal with customers.
“They were being particularly difficult, yes. This one bloke spent half the class countering everything I was trying to teach, as though he were the expert and not me.” It made Maia just a little bit angry to think about. “If he keeps it up I may have to kick him out of class.”
“T’would seem like he could use some discipline. Or perhaps to him a lesson that he is not such an expert in the matter.” Morrigan had some thoughts about that. She started to serve herself some food. “Still, I do hope that you shall be able to relax and unwind here this evening.”
“I wanted to be so unprofessional.” Maia sighed. When in a business or teaching position she had to act like a rational adult. Or when leading armies. That tended to be important then, too. It didn’t mean she didn’t have complaints later, or didn’t voice them. “The company, food and wine should do wonders, love.”
“You being unprofessional would be a sight to be reckoned with.” Morrigan said with a light smirk. “Very good. In other news, the plant seeds I received from my dreams are growing well. Once they reach maturity, I should be able to make potions and poultices for use during such instances as that mass invasion.”
“Granted, my teaching includes sock puppets, so I’m not the most professional to begin or end with.” Maia grinned broadly, then straightened up a little bit. “They are? That’s fantastic news, Morrigan! Some of those potions are practically miraculous. They could be really useful even outside of mass battles!”
“You and your sock puppets,” she commented a bit playfully. “Indeed they could be. I may have a lack of lyrium, but I have the other components of lyrium potions. That, at least, is better than nothing.” Morrigan was still considering charging those she didn’t like for using said potions and poultices.
“That reminds me. I’ve been doing a little..experimenting. Different ways to manage my magic spells and to power them up. Some blood magic exploration, using my own of course.” She held up a hand in case Morrigan objected. “Nothing serious, really. And I wanted to test and see if I could manipulate blood directly. I forced a cut to clot, for example.”
Morrigan looked at Maia, eyeing her a bit, but she at least heard her out. Morrigan’s relationship with blood magic was an odd one. She wasn’t completely against it, but neither was she completely for it. There were aspects of the practice that she did not completely like, but unlike common perception, she herself was not a blood mage. “What were your other experiments?” She didn’t like the thought of Maia taking the experimentation too far, especially upon herself.
“To separate pleasure from pain,” Maia replied. While there were certainly torturous aspects she’d come up with, she’d discovered a few things that felt good if handled in moderation. And a few things that were pleasurable if one enjoyed pain. The scary thing was that she knew her dreamself and knew what her dreamself would do if pressed for it. But she didn’t think there would be a situation where torture would be needed to find out information about Darkspawn.
“Among some other things...I’m not hurting myself, if that’s what is worrying you. Only one new cut.”
“That is my concern, yes. I do not wish you to hurt yourself in such ways.” There was a difference between experimenting with magic and hurting one’s self in order to discover things about magic. Morrigan didn’t like the thought of Maia hurting herself in such a way. She herself would go to great lengths to learn more about magic, but she wouldn’t go to the point of hurting herself.
“It’s not something that particularly appeals to me. It’s not like there’s an actual blight. We can worry about that if it ever becomes a problem.” The thought of the Earth with a blight and an archdemon was enough to make her feel nauseous. She shook her head to clear it. “How goes the, ah, herbalism thing? Besides growing Thedas plants. Which I want to get a look at mind.”
“Let us hope the only blight that plagues this world is of the human sort. Or one from someone else’s dream world.” This world did not need an Archdemon unleashed upon it, and the mere thought frightened her for multiple reasons. “It is going smoothly. I am finally making headway on the antidote for the dreamshade poison Killian brought to me.” It wasn’t complete yet, but Morrigan had finally taken a step or two in the right direction.
Humans could be a blight. Maia couldn’t disagree with that, but she had a better outlook on humanity as a whole. It was one of the things that really kept her going. She supposed Morrigan’s outlook was less rosy, but that was...Morrigan. “Do you think it will be useful?”
Morrigan’s outlook was...less than optimistic in a general sense. She liked to think that there were people out there who wouldn’t go around destroying the planet they lived on and destroying their past. But by and large, people seemed to be bent on destroying the planet and themselves. “Tis difficult to say. From what I know of it, the poison itself is unlikely to exist in other dream worlds, and it is rare enough within Killian’s. Though with the plant that did make it here, t’was best to create an antidote in the event it is ever needed.”
Not to mention the fact that Morrigan had also crafted a more potent version of the poison itself.
Maia liked to think that people were worth saving and worth helping. That humanity was worth saving, no matter how often she wanted to murder people.
“That’s a good idea. I think we need keep an eye out for these things in general. Maker knows what kind of diseases might exist, and if we had no way to cure them?”
It was actually a distressing thought.
While Morrigan tended to believe in survival of the fittest and natural selection, she did have a noble streak buried within her. She would, when things got rough, do what she could to save people and the world. So long as it fell in line with serving the many instead of the few. It was the serving the few aspect that irritated her the most with the dreams. Such as Redcliffe and doing other such menial tasks that had nothing whatsoever to do with stopping the Blight.
“Indeed. I at least know the various poisons and the like which exist in Thedas and those antidotes are easily crafted. Though there is no telling what Orange County shall unleash upon us at any given time. Tis best to prepare for as much as we are able.”
If asked, Maia would expound at length about being a gofer for assorted nobles and cultures in order to get them to obey the treaty they all signed in good faith. It was one of those things that she masked with sarcasm but it still made her very angry.
She sipped at her wine, then tried a bite of Morrigan’s food. Her eyes fluttered. “I have to imagine any potion you brew would taste wonderful, if this is any indication.”
Morrigan could abide doing some extraneous things, such as putting a stop to the demons running amok in the Circle, crowning a king for the dwarves, and the whole werewolf thing with the Dalish. Those, at least, were legitimate things that needed to be dealt with before those treaties could be honored. But the nobles and the whole Redcliffe mess irked her to an extreme.
“Thank you, though you may wish to not say every potion. There are herbs that never taste decent no matter what is done with them. Not that I would ever make you drink such a thing unless t’was absolutely necessary.” Morrigan may have smirked, but hid it behind her glass. However, there was a playful sparkle in her eyes.
Redcliffe was a sore subject, best not bring it up around Maia. She had...feelings and guilt, about Redcliffe.
“Yet I believe you could make them taste divine. Or like the Divine. I wonder what the Divine would taste like…” Perhaps a subject for another time, as the person Maia most wanted to taste was right in front of her, and looked extra delicious in that outfit.
She nudged Morrigan’s foot under the table and smiled impishly.
Morrigan wouldn’t bring up Redcliffe. She had no wish to discuss it any further than it already had been.
“I do not think I wish to know what the Divine tastes like beyond an overly religious old woman.” And that still wasn’t appetizing either. The only person that Morrigan had any attraction to and desire to taste was the one in front of her. Who nudged her foot and sent her heart into her throat all over again. Maker, what was it about Maia that made her go all silly in the head at the slightest action?
“T’would seem you have something upon your mind, love?” She inquired, attempting to pretend she wasn’t getting flustered again as she ate some of her food.
Maia pressed her luck, using her big toe to trace a circle around Morrigan’s ankle. It seemed as though her foot had escaped her shoes at some point, and she was taking full advantage of that fact. “The Divine was young once, you know. I’m sure we’d both age well.” She took another bite, savoring the taste of it. She’d never been that big on Italian but she was willing to make a change for Morrigan’s. If she was flustered, she was hiding it well. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, the only thing on my mind is what I want to eat.”
The toe tracing around her ankle sent a shiver up her leg, and she felt herself getting more flustered at the touch. She cleared her throat a bit as she took a sip of her wine. She intended it to buy her time in order to figure out a retort, but it seemed intelligent retorts had left her mind. “Then you should have your fill,” was her only response. It came out less elegantly and less thought-through than she wanted it to, but Maia had a way of befuddling her whenever she was around.
Grinning behind her glass, Maia looked at Morrigan eyes alight as though she were trying to devour her by look alone. “Fortunately I’ve quite a healthy appetite.”
She almost tacked on ‘my love’ to that, but stopped herself. She’d spent a week wondering if Morrigan had noticed her slip up during the battle and had no desire to cross that bridge until she had to. She wasn’t entirely certain Morrigan did love the same way most people did.
Oh Morrigan had noticed the slip during battle. She just wasn’t quite ready to confront that. Morrigan wasn’t even certain about her own feelings. She knew she had feelings for Maia, otherwise they would not be here right now. But beyond that, her head tended to feel like exploding to the same extent her heart did whenever she thought about Maia. Was that normal? Was that how Maia felt about her?
“I am happy to hear that,” she responded, hoping she didn’t sound as out of breath as she felt. Her heart was pounding against her chest and she didn’t understand why that was. She also didn’t understand why she was starting to feel warm as she looked at Maia. She was being driven insane, that’s what this was. This was how people felt when they went insane. That had to be it.
Exploding hearts weren't normal, Morrigan. Some people might call them that sucking chest wound feeling. They were a side-effect of falling in love, and Maia felt that way whenever she so much as thought about Morrigan. If love was like dying, then Maia's condition was fatal.
She smiled warmly, finishing her wine and setting down her fork. "I rather hope you've room in your fridge for leftovers. I've scarcely got any space left for dessert."
Was she still flirting? Maybe.
Cut her some slack, Morrigan hadn’t felt this way about anyone before. She’d experienced attraction before, but that had never grown overly much as those relationships had never quite lasted. But this...this was something else entirely.
“I do, yes. Plenty of it.” Morrigan was now a bit flustered and she finished off her glass of wine after finishing off her food. This was entirely new territory for her and she had no idea how to handle this or where to go from here.
“Did you have plans for dessert?” Maia’s eyes were practically twinkling. “I was rather hoping for cake, but I’m not too picky, as long as it’s something sweet, perhaps a little bit salty…”
Dessert. Did she have dessert? She couldn’t remember right now. “I did have some plans for dessert. Allow me to clear dinner from the table and bring dessert out.” That would give her time to clear her head a bit and remember if she’d made dessert or not. Standing up, she grabbed the lasagna and headed into the kitchen. She put the cover on it, then slid it into the fridge.
Oh that shot of cool air from the fridge was nice. Morrigan pressed her forehead against the door as she looked at what was in the fridge. Suddenly she’d remembered baking a pie earlier.
Maia watched her disappear into the kitchen, and it really seemed to be taking her a bit of time. So she snuck a quick hit off of the wine bottle to clear her palatte, and then headed into the kitchen. She leaned against the door frame. “You’re going to let all the cool air out if you keep standing like that.”
Morrigan startled a bit when she heard Maia’s voice. She closed the fridge and turned to look at her. “I was a bit warm, but you are correct.” As she looked at Maia, she felt that somewhat familiar anxious feeling that she got when she looked at her. And finally, she couldn’t stand it anymore.
“I do not understand what is happening to me. I feel anxious when I look upon you, and as though my heart is going to burst through my chest. Logical thought seems to be impossible when I am close to you, and I must know if you feel similarly.” She was obviously anxious and probably moments away from flailing about like a fish out of water.
Maia had been about to respond with a comment about warmth, but then words started spilling out Morrigan’s mouth. And the more Morrigan spoke the more Maia felt her chest constrict. She took a couple steps towards her, closing the distance almost dangerously. “Is this a good feeling, or a bad one? I think there’s quite a bit of difference between the two.” She reached for Morrigan’s hand. “If it’s a good feeling, it’s one I feel on a daily basis.”
When Maia came closer, Morrigan’s heart only began to pound all the more within her chest. She almost felt as though she would faint dead away at any moment. There seemed to be a surge of fire from where Maia took her hand. “I do not know for I have never felt this before. Tis strange and disquieting all at once.” She looked Maia in the eye. The only thing that Morrigan knew of that seemed to make these feelings bearable was to kiss Maia. So, she did the only logical thing she could think of and used her free hand to pull Maia’s head in and she kissed her.
Hand coming up to Morrigan’s face, Maia kissed her back eagerly. This was easier than words. She could show Morrigan how she felt, she could absorb how Morrigan felt. The emotion flowed like a river between them and Maia was afraid she’d do something embarrassing. Like cry. Words threatened to ruin the moment so she kissed them into Morrigan’s lips, a spark not unlike magic arcing down her spine.
This was definitely easier than words, and yet it only added to the array of things Morrigan was feeling. As Maia kissed her, that river of emotion flowed two ways. Morrigan kissed her own words and emotions into Maia’s lips, and she felt electricity run through her and settle in her stomach. The kiss was intoxicating and complex and while it may have been a little intimidating as well, Morrigan wanted more of it. With one hand tangled in Maia’s hair, she slipped her other arm around Maia’s neck and dared to press closer against her.
Maker… Maia felt her body suddenly heat up, as much from the feel of Morrigan against her as from the emotions she was feeling. She almost moaned into the kiss, cutting the sound off by gently nipping at Morrigan’s lip and sucking on it. Somehow, she didn’t fall over, and somehow she ended up with her back against the fridge. The handle dug into her back, but she ignored it.
If Morrigan had thought her head felt like it was exploding earlier, it had already blown its top and left orbit at this point. The way Maia nipped and sucked on her lip made her knees almost buckle. Maker, she was reduced to a love-sick fool who could scarcely think about anything other than Maia’s lips and body against her own. But she was overcome by a clarity that she’d never quite known before.
Morrigan knew without a doubt that she wanted Maia, and knowing that the feeling was reciprocated, she threw her reservations worries out the window. All she wanted was to be with Maia, to touch her and be touched by her. The heat that she suddenly put into her kiss surprised her, but her desire was evident. She couldn’t keep it contained any longer. She was also daring and her tongue flicked against Maia’s lips.
Maia had a moment of confusion before reality settled in. Morrigan’s hands on her, their bodies melted together, electricity surging between them as they kissed. She moved her shin up the back of Morrigan’s leg, one hand tangling in her hair and the other stroking down her back. She broke the kiss for air, tilting her head back and trying to ask a question, but only a strangled groan came out.
When the kiss broke, Morrigan was breathless. This was where she diverged from her dream self. Her dream self was afraid of love, of growing close to someone only to know that she would leave in the end regardless of whether Maia would take her up on her offer for ensuring neither she nor Alistair would die upon striking the killing blow to the Archdemon. While she was scared beyond reason of the things she felt for Maia, she was not going to pull away now, not when she found that she liked the way she felt in Maia’s arms and against her body.
“I want you,” she murmured in a breathless whisper, her lips brushing against Maia’s jaw in the process.
“Morrigan.” Maia said the name like a plea, her body arching and writhing just a little bit. The way Morrigan said those words shook her, filling her with desire and making her skin heat up. She tried to say something sexy, to say she wanted Morrigan too. To tell her to take her and have her way with her and do whatever she wanted. “Maker….yes, please...”
The way Maia said her name sent a potent wave of desire through her, and she groaned. She then acted largely on instinct as she wasn’t able to do overly much in the way of thinking that didn’t involve getting Maia naked. She trailed her lips to Maia’s neck, lightly flicking her tongue along the skin there, testing how Maia liked it. At the same time, her hands slid to Maia’s hips and pulled her away from the fridge. Keeping her body against Maia’s, Morrigan backed Maia towards her bedroom. Whether they actually made it there was another matter entirely.
There was a running list of sexy things in Maia’s life, and Morrigan blew them away in the space of a few seconds. Her breathing went ragged at the tongue on her throat and her knees went weak as she was backed out of the kitchen. She hurriedly tried to take care of Morrigan’s dress, one hand pulling the bottom up while the other tried to push the down down off of her shoulders. Maia had fantasized a little bit, but it didn’t compare to the reality. “Oh maker…”
Morrigan licked and sucked along Maia’s neck as she backed her to the bedroom. Her hands made quick work of Maia’s blouse, and she discarded it somewhere around the doorway of her bedroom. Her breath came faster and hotter against Maia’s neck, and she only pulled away from Maia in order to push her back on the bed. It was a queen sized bed, but there was still plenty of room for them to roll around on it as Morrigan came down on top of Maia, hands moving along the exposed skin and caressing it. “Maia,” she breathed.
She could feel Morrigan’s breath on her skin and thought that maybe she was being burned, like a little bit of magic was at work. It was a nonsense thought, but it was one that turned her on more. As if also by magic, she found herself properly disrobed, her back hitting the mattress. What little breath she had left was taken away when Morrigan came down on top of her. She gasped, whimpering loudly and pressing whichever part of her body the Witch’s hands came in contact with as they moved. Maia couldn’t believe this was happening, and it was somehow just as hot (if not more so) than their shared dream.
Because maybe this time it was ‘real.’
Her heart was pounding, and Morrigan felt more turned on than she ever had been before. The warmth that was spreading through her body felt like molten fire setting her aflame. She’d shed the last of her clothing as she came down on top of Maia. Her mouth made a moist trail along her collarbone, hands caressing the soft skin. Her hands slid upwards, caressing Maia’s ample breasts while her mouth worked its way down her chest. Morrigan almost felt drunk with the way her head was buzzing and her body humming as her skin pressed and slid against Maia’s.
Maia was seeing white. She tangled her fingers in Morrigan’s hair, sliding her other hand down one of Morrigan’s arms. She made an encouraging sound that devolved into a sensual groan, though her body was giving off enough encouraging signals of it’s own. Maia had to bite down on her lip for fear of uttering something that could ruin the moment. Tilting her head back, she managed to ask, “Are you sure?”
As if it wasn’t obvious Morrigan was sure since she was on top and ravishing her but Maia really needed to hear it.
This was almost entirely overwhelming to Morrigan. The sheer amount of emotions she felt, and the desire that was getting stronger with every touch was enough to make her feel like she was about to explode. At the question, Morrigan placed a kiss between Maia’s breasts before lifting her head and gazing up at her girlfriend.
“Yes, I am certain,” she responded, voice lower than before and full of desire.
“I think you’ve cast a spell on me,” Maia said, wanting to get the joke out while she still had sense of herself. She cupped her face, pulling her up into another kiss even as her body practically burned for Morrigan’s touch. Who knew Morrigan’s lips could sear her so?
Morrigan chuckled, voice a bit husky. She shifted up and kissed Maia heatedly. Her hands, however, continued on their way, caressing every part of Maia’s skin that they could reach. There was something innately intoxicating about the way her skin slid against Maia’s.
The more she was touched, the more lost in the moment Maia became. She tried to reach Morrigan, return electric caresses and needy touches. Morrigan, though, was in total control and Maia found herself responding to that in a way she’d never thought possible for herself. “Morrigan…” She was begging, the name like a whine.
In all honesty, Morrigan was rather surprised with herself for taking, and keeping, control here. She’d expected Maia to take it, though she wasn’t displeased by it. She loved the way Maia was responding to her touch and the noises she was making only added fuel to the fire that was burning within her and between them. At the begging, Morrigan smiled and slid a hand down, fingers trailing over Maia’s hip before she slid her hand around to Maia’s inner thigh and moved it up between her legs. Her fingers were tentative at first, mostly to get a feel for Maia, and to see her reaction to the touch. She leaned in and nipped at Maia’s neck as she rubbed her body against Maia’s a little, groaning at the feel.
If Morrigan wanted Maia to take control, Maia was more than happy to, but maybe later. Right now she revelled in Morrigan’s touch. The heat in her stomach was spreading slowly through her limbs and she thought she’d burst into flame before much longer. Digging her fingers into Morrigan’s shoulder, Maia shifted beneath her, gasping in anticipation, a shiver running through her. The muscles in her thighs twitched and a nervous, airy laugh escaped her mouth.
She groaned louder, a shiver running through her as Maia’s fingers dug into her shoulder. It was a pleasant feeling, and it spurred her on. Fingers reaching their destination, she began to rub Maia, paying careful attention to where the more sensitive areas were. Morrigan’s senses were filled with Maia, and her mouth trailed up her neck and she nipped along Maia’s jaw, eyes watching her girlfriend’s face closely and curiously.
“Oh..” Maia murmured. “Oh...!” She gazed lustily at Morrigan, mouth half open and eyes half closed as she rocked her hips against her girlfriend’s hand. Her skin felt oddly cold after Morrigan’s lips left it, and she craved more. Demanded more. Like some greedy thing she wanted more and she wanted Morrigan all to herself.
For all her experience with multiple partners, Maia could be very possessive when it was someone she loved.
“Someone is enjoying that,” she practically purred as her mouth moved back down to Maia’s neck. Her fingers moved along Maia, ravishing her much as her mouth was ravishing her neck. Morrigan was enjoying this, found herself being more turned on than she had ever been before. She felt like she was high, but she supposed that was to be expected considering the way Maia made her feel. And now she was ravishing her and basically having her way with her.
“What was...ah that’s good…” What was she going to say? Maia forgot completely as Morrigan’s lips and teeth traversed her neck. She thought she’d intended to say something encouraging, but … really where was her mind? Not here. Here, there was only need and hunger and a feeling like a spring coiling deep inside her. “That’s...good…!”
There was another soft, husky chuckle, her breath warm against Maia’s skin. Was it so easy to make Maia forget her train of thought? Was there even such a thing as a train of thought at a time like this? Morrigan doubted it. All that mattered to her was Maia, and she doubled her efforts to push Maia closer to orgasm. At the same time, she rubbed her body against Maia’s, adding to the sensations, and she groaned.
A soft cry slipped out, and then a louder one, that was both longer and lower pitched. Her whole body shuddered and she gasped Morrigan’s name, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. Maker, I love you.
She might have said that out loud, somewhere in the whining and breathy moans that Morrigan effortlessly brought out of her.
The sounds Maia was making went straight to the pit of Morrigan’s stomach. She groaned softly. She heard what Maia may have said between the whining and moans, and it only spurred her on. Was it love that she was feeling? Perhaps it was, but Morrigan wasn’t exactly thinking that hard about anything beyond the current moment.
She was more than a little pre-occupied pleasuring Maia.
There was a little death or four and Maia clenched her thighs around Morrigan's hand as a bigger one rolled through her, spreading like a wave. She gripped Morrigan’s shoulder, nails digging in deep enough to leave marks and seized her mouth in a needful kiss. It conveniently muffled her, as well.
She groaned as Maia’s nails dug into her shoulder. Those would be marks that she’d bear with pride. Morrigan returned the kiss deeply, loving the way Maia’s thighs clenched around her hand.
“Morrigan…” Maia whispered, breath hot against Morrigan’s lips. “I think you’re trying to kill me. I really rather think so. But what a delightful way to die.” She kissed her again, languid and slow.
Morrigan chuckled softly. “Tis my intention to push you to the limits, love.” She smiled before she returned the kiss. The manner of the kiss sent a new wave of desire through her.
Oh, Maia wasn’t done. There was so much to explore in the hills and valleys of Morrigan’s body. So much to touch and taste and caress. She wanted to bring the witch to the very edge of sanity and then listen to her sing. She flipped them over suddenly, breaking the kiss to grin down at her. “Mmm… I think you first.”
There was a slight squeaking sound from Morrigan as Maia flipped them over. Gazing up at Maia, she arched her eyebrows a bit. “Well then, I suppose I must prepare myself as best as possible.” There was amusement on her face.
Before she could say those dreaded three words on accident, Maia kissed her. She kissed Morrigan’s lips, kissed her face and her brow. She nibbled at her ears and her throat, and trailed her lips across sensitive flesh. If this was heaven she’d died happy and couldn’t quite stop her lips from forming those words against Morrigan’s breast.
She loved the feeling of Maia’s mouth on her. A shiver ran through her and she wanted more of Maia. She wanted all of her. She threaded one hand into Maia’s hair, holding her head close as she arched into Maia’s touch. “Mmm,” she purred.
Good answer, Maia thought, humming as she took one of Morrigan’s nipples into her mouth. And then humming extra hard for good effect. She was faced with a sudden feeling of disbelief, and awe. She lifted her head, looking down at Morrigan, and really drinking her in for the first time. Give her a moment, she was having emotions.
Morrigan groaned, arching into Maia’s touch, then she shivered at the extra hard hum that went straight through her nipple. It sent a shockwave through her of the pleasurable sort and her eyes closed as her mouth hung partly open. Oh Maker, what was Maia doing to her on an emotional level?
Lowering her head, Maia let her hair brush up and down Morrigan’s skin and returned her attention to her breasts. She was a lot less gentle once she got her hands back on Morrigan’s skin, using her teeth to leave marks on her breasts, growling a little as she did so. It was a small miracle she’d been able to contain herself this much.
More shivers ran through her as Maia used her teeth. The sensations went right to the pit of her stomach, winding that proverbial coil within her tighter. Louder groans came out of her and her fingers twisted tighter in Maia’s, pulling at it a bit. “Maia…” The name came out in a half-groan, half-plea type of sound.
“Mmm?” Maia asked, gazing up towards Morrigan’s face. “Do you want something?” She slid her fingers down Morrigan’s stomach, brushing them towards a thigh as she let her tongue linger on one erect nipple. “Something like this?”
She made another teasing sound and dug her nails into the skin of her thigh.
A loud moan came out of Morrigan as she felt those nails dig into her thigh. It sent an electric jolt through her body, one that made her wonder if Maia hadn’t sent a bolt of lightning through her. “Oh bloody hell,” she said in a breathless tone.
No lightning. At least not the magic kind. Maia wanted to taste her everywhere but she was also suddenly really nervous at the idea. Instead, she slid up so she could kiss Morrigan again, finally letting her fingers slide lightly between Morrigan’s legs.
Returning the kiss, Morrigan groaned into it, the sound muffled by Maia’s mouth. Her legs parted a bit more, allowing Maia better access to her. She slid an arm around Maia’s back, Morrigan’s well-manicured nails pressing into the center of her back.
The nails sent little tremors of pleasure through her spine and Maia’s groan matched Morrigan’s. She broke the kiss, looking down at her as she moved her fingers around, searching and caressing and trying to learn what made her new lover tick.
A series of staccato groans came out of Morrigan as she felt Maia touch her. Her hips rolled against her touch, and a longer moan came out as Maia hit a spot. Her back arched a bit and her mouth hung open. “Ahh…”
Delighting in bringing out this side of Morrigan, Maia continued to watch her as she stroked her fingers. For every moan she teased and taunted and just when she managed to draw out a particularly long one, she tried a finger to see if Morrigan liked it. She loved this part. The lust in Morrigan’s eyes, the way her mouth hung open, the sounds she made. Maker, she was in love. Head over heels, emotions filling her chest like a flood.
It felt like Morrigan was going insane, and perhaps in a way, she was. After all, passion and desire could drive a person out of their mind when done correctly. Which was precisely what was happening to Morrigan. Every touch was like fire, igniting her even further. She cried out loudly, her nails digging a bit more into Maia’s back when she tried the finger. Her whole body reacted, and she felt that coil getting tighter and tighter within her.
“Come on,” Maia purred. She bit her lip, eagerly watching and reacting to Morrigan’s cues. She had a finger inside searching for one spot in particular and her thumb ran a marathon over another spot in particular and then she found it and tried to hit both places at once.
The sounds Morrigan made as Maia hit those two places were born from pure ecstasy. She didn’t even try to muffle her cry as she came undone, back arching, nails leaving marks on Maia’s back. Her whole body shuddered as electricity seemed to shoot through her. Her breath came erratically and somewhat ragged as she rode her orgasm.
Maia came a little bit, too. She leaned in, not quite kissing Morrigan and simple reveling in the heat of her erratic breath. She didn’t stop, instead pressing harder and moving her fingers faster. She wasn’t going to stop until Morrigan begged her to.
When Maia didn’t stop, there was a brief whimper that came out of her before she moaned loudly again, pulling Maia tightly against her body. Her hips rocked against Maia, and she was certain that she was going to be driven mad shortly at this rate.
What a wonderful madness it was, but Maia knew she’d only be able to keep it up for a short while longer before her hand cramped. But it would be worth it. Flush against Morrigan’s body, she buried her face in her neck and focused all of her attention on what she was doing. And if she added just the smallest of electric shocks? Well, she’ll just have to see what that did.
To Maia’s advantage in wanting to avoid her hand cramping, she was working Morrigan up rather quickly again. If Maia added that smallest of electric shocks, then Morrigan responded with a loud cry, her body arching upwards, pressing tighter against Maia’s. There also may have been a few profanities that flew out of Morrigan’s mouth as the sensations ripped through her.
Stilling her hand, Maia slipped her other arm around Morrigan and held her tight as the orgasm ripped through her. She wasn’t sure she could move and she nuzzled Morrigan’s chin, making a pleased sound. She didn’t know how much time passed, before she murmured, “Easy love, you’ll crush my hand.”
This time, Morrigan sagged against the bed, though her arms remained tight around Maia. It took her a while to catch her breath, and a bit more than that to find her voice again. “I do not wish to crush your hand,” she managed to murmur back. She loosened her hold on Maia, giving her some breathing room as her body relaxed after the two orgasms. She glanced at her bedside table. In the drawer she had a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She definitely felt like lighting up after that. But she just couldn’t find it within herself to move yet.
Maia pulled her hand from the prison of Morrigan’s thighs, shaking it out a little then giving her fingers taste. Which was dangerous, because that could easily get her own motor purring again. She licked her lips, following Morrigan’s gaze. “Looking for something? Want a selfie to capture the moment?”
Morrigan chuckled softly. “Not precisely, no. I was more thinking a cigarette.” She then looked at Maia, a lazy smirk on her face. “I do rather enjoy a cigarette now and then after a particularly vigorous round of sex.”
“Normally I’d have objections but at the moment I can’t think of any.” Cigarettes weren’t supposed to be sexy, but for some reason Maia couldn’t bring herself to remotely think of why.
“Normally there would be no need to object, I rarely smoke as it is.” While normally it was limited to only after good sex, Morrigan on occasion would have a cigarette if she was stressed enough. Finally finding it within her to actually move, Morrigan shifted slightly, opening the drawer and pulling out the pack of cigarettes, which was only missing about two or three cigarettes, and the lighter. Grabbing one cigarette, she stuck the end in her mouth, then lit the other end and proceeded to seemingly be a noir movie cliché as she inhaled, then exhaled the smoke as she put the lighter and the pack back in the drawer.
“Then I suppose I’ll allow it,” Maia replied, a smug look on her face as though she knew very well how good she was. And she was relieved. Not only had she not blurted out anything embarrassing that she was aware of, she’d managed to blow her girlfriend’s mind. It had been better than in their dreams.
She leaned back, watching Morrigan and swallowing hard. “You look like you belong in another era.”
Maia had more than blown Morrigan’s mind. She hoped that she’d been able to at least push Maia close to the point of having her mind blown. She’d consider that a win in and of itself. Morrigan had a small pewter dish on the bedside table. She dumped out the change that was in it and used it for an ashtray.
“What era would you say I belong in?” She asked, looking back to Maia curiously. She well knew she belonged in another era considering how much she enjoyed history and learning things that were seemingly lost to the ravages of time.
“Like one of those movie stars of the 30s or 40s,” Maia elaborated. She rested a hand on Morrigan’s knees. “The elegant kind.”
“So on par with the likes of Rita Hayworth?” Morrigan suggested with an easy smile. It wasn’t difficult for her to imagine that, she well knew she was beautiful and could pull off the so-called classic look rather easily.
“Better,” Maia assured her. She could easily see Morrigan in a role like that. Classic. Timeless. “You’re more beautiful than any of them, and twice as classy.” She started to crawl towards her, a heated expression on her face.
“Why thank you, love,” Morrigan responded, exhaling some smoke as she spoke. Though as Maia began to crawl towards her with that particular look on her face, she felt a shiver run through her. “T’would seem that I have put you under my spell, in a manner of speaking.” They both knew Morrigan wasn’t a Blood Mage, and she wouldn’t actually cast a mind control spell on Maia. Well, at least she hoped Maia knew that.
“There are songs like that,” Maia murmured, pushing aside the cigarette and leaning in to kiss her.