Valla wants more than just vengeance (the_nephalem) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-01-02 01:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, ahsoka tano, li-ming |
Who: Ahsoka and Li-Ming
What: Li dreams of fighting her first Demon Lord, and she doesn't come out of it unscathed. Celebrations of surviving and defeating said Demon Lord then commence.
When: Recently
Where: Their apartment with Yang
Warnings: High for some discussion of violence and injuries caused by lightning and spikes and adult times
Li’s dreams had been on a fast clip lately. She’d recovered the Black Soulstone after having to help revive Kulle only for her to instantly kill him again. Which hadn’t been the easiest task as he was a powerful mage and a powerful Nephalem on top of it, but she’d come through it. After getting the Black Soulstone, it was time to track Belial down and set her home city free of his corruption. She’d figured out that he’d been posing as Emperor Hakkan, and after confronting him on that fact, it was time to fight him.
The battle hadn’t gone as smoothly as she’d wanted it to. Li had gotten hit by some of Belial’s attacks that Kormac’s healing couldn’t fully heal. She’d been hit by lightning and grazed by the spikes on his arms. Li hadn’t been horribly injured, but she hadn’t been fast enough to dodge a few times.
When she woke up, her body ached the same way it had after fighting Belial. Her left arm had some scarring on it, grazes from the spikes of Belial’s arm. She had a fractal pattern on her chest from being hit by lightning, more commonly called Lichtenberg Figures.
Li started to sit up and she groaned in pain as her muscles protested the movement. She cursed in Chinese and settled back down on her back.
“Li?” Ahsoka rolled onto her side, reaching over to brush sweat-damp hair from Li’s face. “Are you all right?” Li had been tossing and turning all night and had even managed to not only elbow Ahsoka in the jaw but also set the alarm clock on fire. She’d taken care of that, but hadn’t been able to wake her.
Her hand slid down to Li’s chest, and noted the different texture there. She jerked her hand away, then looked closer. “Oh my god.”
She hissed a bit as Ahsoka touched her chest. The scars were highly sensitive and fresh. “I think I’m okay. Sore and those scars are still sensitive. I fought my first Lord of Hell. I drove Belial’s stench out of my home.” She got out of it well enough all things considered.
“You lived?” That part was a relief Ahsoka wasn’t unfamiliar with scars, she had a few of her own, but it was new to see and feel on Li. “You don’t look okay. This looks like lightning…”
“I did, yes. Managed to avoid or absorb most of the attacks Belial sent my way, but I did get hit a few times. Thankfully Kormac can heal, though scars still remain.” Li lifted her left arm and turned it, brushing her fingers along the side of her bicep where two larger scars were visible. It was the scrapes from the spikes on Belial’s arm. “It was lightning Belial hit me with on my chest. It was absolute chaos fighting him and dodging all of his attacks and minions that popped up to interfere.”
“I’m sorry.” Ahsoka gently paced her hand over Li’s bicep. She wasn’t a healer like Barriss had been, but the Force could still be used to dull pain like a soothing balm. “I’m glad you won though. Lucky for you chicks dig scars.”
She looked at Ahsoka and smiled. “I am very glad to hear that. I may get more as there is one more Lord of Hell left.” With Belial’s soul sealed within the Black Soulstone, it was time to figure out where Azmodan was.
“I wish I could actually help you.” It was frustrating. To know there was an evil that needed to be defeated and not being able to help with it drove Ahsoka up the wall. But she could at least provide comfort afterwards. She brought her hand to Li’s chest again. “It’s cooler now.”
“If my dreams ever spill over into this world, you can help me fight. But I definitely appreciate the sentiment. I could use more people like you fighting by my side in my dreams.” Li had collected an interesting hodgepodge of people to fight with her. Though she wanted to slap her dream self because she didn’t understand why she was trusting Adria. “It’s still a little sensitive. Do you know if something like aloe vera would help soothe it?”
“Probably. Let me get you something.” Ahsoka slipped out of bed and padded to the bathroom. She checked the cabinet, then found something under the sink. What was it doing under the sink? Whatever. She grabbed it and headed back to the bedroom, past Yang.
“Put some clothing on if...you know what, nevermind.”
“Sorry!” Ahsoka laughed and came back in. “Okay, lay still, I get to put my hands all over you.”
Li laid there while Ahsoka went to find something in the bathroom. That was when she noticed the alarm clock. Or what was left of it. It looked like there’d been a small fire at some point during the night. How had she missed that?
“Okay,” she said when Ahsoka came back. She shifted slightly to get more comfortable on her back so Ahsoka could tend to her. “What happened to the alarm clock?”
“You did.” Ahsoka sat on the bed and gently started to rub the lotion into Li’s chest. She had the manner of someone used to battlefield dressing.
“Ah. I’m sorry. Was that the only thing that suffered damage?” From her limited view of the room, Li didn’t see any other signs that she’d cast spells in her sleep. But that didn’t mean she hadn’t done anything else. Though she did like the feel of Ahsoka’s hands rubbing the lotion on her chest.
“I think so.” Ahsoka glanced around. Other than the clock nothing else was destroyed. She resumed the lotion rubbing while exploring the wounds on Li’s bicep with her other hand.
“Good. I’d rather not set the place on fire accidentally.” Li wondered if there was something she could do to safeguard that sort of thing ever happening again. Aside from proofing the place from all of her magic. She’d have to ask Zatanna if she knew of anything. She closed her eyes and let out a relaxing breath. “Your hands feel good.”
“I’m no healer, but I’ve had training,” Ahsoka replied. With the lotion setting into the burns, she gave Li’s arm her full attention. “Gods, what even did this?”
Li was intensely thankful that Kormac’s healing had taken the edge off her injuries so upon waking, they weren’t as serious as they could’ve been. The one on her arm wasn’t bleeding, at least. “Belial had spikes on his arms. In his true form, he was...intensely huge. He tried to squash me by slamming his arms down. The spikes grazed me one time as I tried to roll out of the way while also avoiding a large puddle of green stuff that definitely hurt when I stepped in it.”
“You’re lucky you didn’t lose your eye, or your arm,” Ahsoka whispered. The thought was a horrifying one and they both knew that Yang had lost hers because of a dream. “How did you manage to beat him?”
Fighting a god was hard to imagine. Ahsoka had fought Sith and users of force magic, and even the Force itself. None of that was like a god.
“Yeah, I am.” It wasn’t lost on Li that she could wake up with a severed limb or two. It had been traumatic enough when Yang had woken with her severed limb. She didn’t want to put Ahsoka or Yang through that sort of rude awakening. “Just kept throwing spells at him. Hit him enough times and he dies like anything else. Took a while, though.” She anticipated fighting Azmodan would be harder, but she was up for the challenge.
“I always knew you were amazing, love.” Ahsoka decided there wasn’t much that could be done for Li’s arm that time wouldn’t solve. It wasn’t bleeding and didn’t seem too sore, but just in case she did spray in some bactine. Which probably stung which is why she didn’t warn Li. Best to get it over with quickly.
“I am rather amazing at times, aren’t I?” Li quipped. While it was said with amusement, she did also mean it. She had a lot of confidence in her abilities and believed in herself and her destiny to stand against the forces of evil at the end of days. She did hiss when the bactine was applied. It did sting, but it was at least going to be kept from getting infected that way. Added insurance onto what Kormac had done for her in the dream.
“Yes.” Ahsoka laughed. Li’s confidence was and is very sexy. She wiped her hands, then lifted one to touch Li’s face. “Facing down literal evil and you can’t take a little bactine? Not as amazing as I thought.”
“Are you saying I’m being a baby?” Li asked, eyeing Ahsoka with a mock insulted look on her face. She was ready to pounce on Ahsoka if she had to.
“I did not say it, you said it,” Ahsoka pointed out helpfully, a chipper smile on her face. She wasn’t mean enough to spray more on her, and there wasn’t any other place to do so anyway. Besides her chest and that had to be treated gently.
“You implied it first,” Li countered with a smile. And then she made her move. Or tried to. She tried to roll them over so that she was on top of Ahsoka. Whether Ahsoka allowed her to do this was another matter.
“But I didn’t sa--Li!” Ahsoka ended up sprawled on her back, Li on top of her. She raised her eyebrows - or rather the markings that passed for eyebrows when she didn’t have her glamour up. “You’ve got me, what are you going to do with me?”
Once she was on top, she straddled Ahsoka and sat on her hips. She gazed down at her, her long braid slipping over her shoulder. “If I told you, that would ruin things, wouldn’t it?” Li hadn’t actually decided what to do. Though for the meantime, she settled for her fingers tracing over the white markings on Ahsoka’s skin.
“Oh…” Ahsoka breathed the word, unsure where this sudden turn came from but not really arguing. Maybe it was the thrill of victory. It was probably the thrill of victory. Ahsoka closed her eyes, gasping softly as Li’s fingers sparked fires along her skin. Those white spots were always so sensitive.
There was definitely a thrill of victory in there, once she’d come out of the shock and pain she’d been in upon waking. But she wasn’t in such a haze now, and she traced those white spots along her girlfriend’s skin. She was always so intrigued by the patterns, and just generally found Ahsoka’s appearance sexy and exotic. She smiled as she carefully leaned down and kissed Ahsoka. She was alive, she’d survived, and she wanted to celebrate. Even if she was still sore from the battle, she wanted to celebrate the victory.
Ahsoka had intended to give Li enough rope to hang herself but now she was all tied up. So to speak. She opened her eyes, gazing up at Li before she leaned up to meet her half way for the kiss. She was worried about hurting her wounds, especially the one on Li’s chest, so she kept her hands on safe things. Like Li’s butt.
Sometimes Li could turn the tables, and this had been one of those times. She smiled into the kiss, fingers caressing Ahsoka’s cheek. Li barely felt the injury to her arm. It was the one on her chest that still felt warm. And it also felt like there was still electricity pulsing through it like when she’d first been hit by the lightning. Maybe she should cut down on the amount of metal her armor contained if she was going to run into more enemies that threw it at her.
She pressed close to Ahsoka, their torsos starting to smush together. “I love you,” she murmured, her lips brushing against her girlfriend’s as she spoke.
“Gods…” Ahsoka brushed her lips against Li’s in return, following her exclamation with an emotional ‘love you too.’ Her body felt suddenly warm, and Li suddenly too far away even though they were pressed together.
She was really, really glad she wasn’t a Jedi.
Smiling, Li kissed Ahsoka deeper this time, adding some tongue as her hands wandered down Ahsoka’s body. She loved making Ahsoka feel like this and there was little more she wanted than to make her girlfriend happy. She was becoming less shy about these things.
Ahsoka liked encouraging Li to be less shy. She stroked Li’s face, tickled her ear and kissed her deeply, moaning against Li’s tongue. She sucked on Li’s tongue and held her head and tried to use her tongue to say how much she loved her.
She groaned, loving the way Ahsoka sucked on her tongue and used her own tongue. Li drank in the kiss as she brushed a hand over one of Ahsoka’s breasts, squeezing it. She shifted a bit, moving up Ahsoka’s body a little more, their skin rubbing together and she groaned again.
“Oh…!” Ahsoka shifted under Li’s touch and writhed under the feel of her skin. There was something about this moment that felt surprisingly new to her. She wasn’t sure what it was, but she thought that she liked it and her body was responding vividly. “...harder…”
Obeying, Li caressed Ahsoka’s breast more firmly. She trailed her mouth down to her neck, nipping along it. She then went to work on one spot of Ahsoka’s neck, leaving a hickey behind. Though whether or not it would be overly visible considering the color of Ahsoka’s skin was another matter.
Ahsoka put one hand over Li’s, pressing it down against her breast and tilting her head back as Li went for her neck. It would still be visible and part of Ahsoka reveled in the fact she’d be carrying around a mark from Li all day tomorrow. “Whatever’s gotten into you can stay there.”
She groaned against Ahsoka’s neck and she squeezed her breast. Her other hand came up and started doing the same to her other breast as well, squeezing and caressing them both. Li had to smile at Ahsoka’s words and she gave her a little nip before pulling back to admire her work on her neck. “Good because I don’t think it’s going anywhere anytime soon.” She then shifted down Ahsoka’s body a little and leaned down, trailing some nips and flicks of her tongue along Ahsoka’s chest.
Breathing growing more and more irregular, Ahsoka moved her other hand to Li’s hair, stroking it and digging her fingers into her scalp. So apparently one of Li’s on switches was death-defying battle. Ahsoka would have to remember that. If she survived this. She whimpered, holding Li’s hand against her breast and straining to push her chest into her lover’s hands.
She groaned at feeling Ahsoka’s fingers dig into her scalp. Li hadn’t known the true meaning of an on switch until now. Sure Ahsoka could get her going rather easily, but she’d never quite taken to sex this aggressively before. And it was even more of a turn on that Ahsoka was into it.
Hands caressing Ahsoka’s breasts, her mouth worked its way down, replacing one of her hands on Ahsoka’s breast. That hand slid down Ahsoka’s side and over the curve of her hip.
Ahsoka was insanely into it. She never known she liked it like this until now. Did this make her a secret bottom? The more Li took control the wetter Ahsoka was getting and the more her skin threatened to burn up wherever it touched Li’s. She also hadn’t expected Li’s mouth at the same time as her hand on her hip and the combination made her jerk. “Ah..fuck…!”
Li smirked and nipped at Ahsoka’s breast, her hand sliding down to her thigh, gently caressing it. She slid her hand over and began to make its way up the inside of Ahsoka’s thigh. Her mouth trailed nips and flicks of her tongue down between Ahsoka’s breasts before she started to work her way down Ahsoka’s stomach.
It felt like Li was worshipping her. Ahsoka’s thighs quivered, and her stomach twitched under Li’s lips. Tenderly, she brushed some hair from Li’s face so she could see her better, and gazed at her wide-eyed and open mouthed.
In a way, Li was worshipping her. She adored her, and she was determined to make her feel it. As her mouth trailed downwards, she lifted her eyes to gaze up at Ahsoka. Seeing the look on her face made her groan a bit. She spread Ahsoka’s legs before sliding down between them, and she leaned in and slid her tongue along Ahsoka’s clit.
Even though she’d been hoping for that, Ahsoka still felt like she was coming undone. Maybe it was Li’s groan or the shine in her eyes, but her tongue still managed to make her entire body hum. Her head fell back against the sheets and she moaned loudly.
A warm smile crossed her face and she started working on Ahsoka with her tongue while she slid two fingers inside of her. Her other hand groped one of Ahsoka’s breasts. She was completely loving the reactions she was getting out of Ahsoka, and she wanted to draw some more out of her.
Ahsoka made sounds that were neither lady-like or jedi-like, rocking her hips against Li’s mouth in time to needy, breathy whimpers. There were times Li seemed to be untouchable. Too dignified and elegant for someone like Ahsoka. This wasn’t one of those times and when she looked down at Li’s face it was the single hottest image she’d ever experienced.
She groaned, letting the sound vibrate through Ahsoka as she worked her tongue a little faster and harder. Li moved her fingers a little quicker in and out of her girlfriend, wanting to shove her over the edge. It was an entirely hot situation, and she was so turned on by it.
And judging from her dreams, there’d be more mornings like this to come.
Fingers digging into the sheets, Ahsoka bucked her hips, thrashing her head against the pillow and just… being. Letting. The pleasure and the emotions Li invoked in her, and yes even the passion. A thought made her laugh, a choked, groaning sound.
Li watched Ahsoka and doubled her efforts again. She loved the way Ahsoka was thrashing around, and she wanted to assault her with passion. She poured more passion into her efforts, eyes fixed on Ahsoka. Each sound she made went to the pit of her stomach, and she loved it.
Jedi, no passion. Sith, nothing but passion. Li, just the right amount of passion. Li was Ahsoka’s religion right now, and as she felt her climax building she cried out her name. The Force pulsed, knocking over a lamp and destroying what was left of that poor clock. She caressed at Li with unseen hands, though that didn’t last long as she lost the ability to concentrate on anything than what Li was doing to her.
She let out a louder groan as Ahsoka reached out with unseen hands. Sensing that Ahsoka was almost there, Li increased her efforts once again, wanting to send Ahsoka spinning out of her mind. Not permanently, of course, but long enough to knock her senseless.
Vision going white, Ahsoka shouted loud enough that Yang could hear it even through her really expensive headphones. Which was both annoying and also really making her need a cold shower.
Ahsoka gasped again, softer this time as Li sent another rolling wave through her body, and then a third. She begged her not to stop, using a language that Li had never heard before though hopefully the intent was clear.
She didn’t understand what Ahsoka said, but she was going to continue doing what she was doing until Ahsoka said or did something to get her to stop. Her free hand slid along Ahsoka’s stomach, caressing it while her fingers and tongue kept working their magic on her lover.
Grabbing Li’s hand, Ahsoka squeezed it before lacing their fingers together. Her body was protesting but in the best way possible and she was stubborn enough to try to outlast Li’s efforts. That is until her toes started to curl and Li managed to hit a spot she’d never hit before and Ahsoka felt like she was lifting off to space.
Holding Ahsoka’s hand, she continued working on her, her tongue and fingers moving, searching and hitting whatever spots she could reach. Li was putting in as much effort as she could to shove Ahsoka over the edge and make her feel as much pleasure as she possibly could.
“Stop stop…” Ahsoka gasped, squeezing Li’s hand. “Uncle..! I can’t...oh my gods, I can’t…” She started to laugh, bringing hand up to her head and groaning. “I can’t feel like legs you’re amazing.”
Li smirked and did a little more before she finally pulled her mouth and fingers away from Ahsoka. She then crawled up her lover’s body, placing kisses along the way before she laid down on top of her. “Are you saying you can’t walk?” Li teased.
“If I try to walk right now I’ll probably break my neck.” She wrapped her arms around Li, desperate to hold her close. That had been intense, and not just physically. Burying her face in Li’s neck, Ahsoka sighed shakily. “...fuck…”
She laughed a bit, laying against Ahsoka and letting her calm down. “I don’t want you to break your neck. So stay right where you are.” She placed a little kiss to Ahsoka’s shoulder.
Ahsoka closed her eyes, shuddering again as another little death took hold of her. Perhaps a residual one. She grinned and laughed. “I love you.”
Jedi didn’t do attachment. But she wasn’t a jedi, and there was nothing wrong with having someone, a person to love and be loved by, as long as they both understood there might one day be a higher calling.
Jedi didn’t do attachment, but Ahsoka clung to Li anyway and wondered what she’d look like in a wedding dress.
“I love you,” she responded with a warm smile. It felt good to be alive, and Li had managed to forget about the injuries she had woken up with. While Li wasn’t a Jedi, she understood that sometimes personal happiness must be sacrificed in the wake of needing to fight evil. Li hoped that the evil from her dreams wouldn’t bleed over into this world. There were enough troubles here, Orange County didn’t need any of the seven Lords of Hell showing up here.
But until a higher calling came, she was more than content to cling to Ahsoka and revel in the love they shared. “You are wonderful,” she said softly.
“Funny, coming from you.” Ahsoka stroked her hair to the side. “Because you’re definitely the wonderful one..”
Looking at Ahsoka, she smiled. “I beg to differ. I think you’re the wonderful one.” She leaned in and rubbed her nose against Ahsoka’s.
It tickled and she laughed a little. “We can both be the wonderful one, how’s that?”
“I can agree to that,” Li responded with a grin before she kissed Ahsoka. She was perfectly content to just having a lazy morning with Ahsoka. And then apologize to Yang later for the noise. Which, really, they should probably discuss putting in some sound proofing material in the walls to cut down on the noise level.