Astoria Greengrass (foxtoria) wrote in vrrpg, @ 2017-04-09 09:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | !backstory, !complete, char: astoria higgs, location: other, time: 2004 |
Backstory ~ 2004
Backdated June 2004 Etretat, France • NC-17/NSFW |
Astoria wasn't sure what exactly had emboldened her to pull her violin out of her bag and start playing, but there was something about the view as she stood at the edge of the cliffs in Etretat, France, dark clouds blowing in and churning up the previously calm waters of the English Channel that set her heart fluttering. It was an energy that she knew would be best focused on playing. Her fingers moved over the strings expertly as the bow glided along. As she played, one song melded into the next until she was swaying with the music, her eyes closed against the wind, the sound of the sea harmonizing with the music. Before long, she was imagining the story that went along with the music, a story of sailors and mermaids, different from the sort they had at the lake at Hogwarts, sirens who would use the storm to lure men into perceived safety only to find their ships crashed. It was a bit morbid, but it fit the music – exciting in parts, morose in others, with a bit of hope toward the end as she imagined a rebellion, a siren taken with one of the sailors and betraying her clan to save him. Oh, she might not be interested in men herself, but she had no trouble imagining the romance that would ensue. Deep down, she'd always known that she loved the idea of love, even if she doubted she would ever be lucky enough to experience it. At almost twenty-two years old, she'd only had two affairs, both with women, but she hadn't allowed herself to get emotionally close to them, to imagine any sort of future with them. It wasn't in the cards for her. And the men that she went on dates with – well, she carefully kept them at arm's length, displaying a level of propriety appropriate for her social status in public and making sure not to spend time with them in private. It was a precarious and exhausting existence, and her heart was heavy with the weight of it all. What she needed, she thought, was a change. She was bored senseless in her job at the Ministry, and this holiday was what she'd thought would help her break through the mental funk she'd fallen into. But after a week in Paris and then four days traveling along the coast, she had to admit to herself that she dreaded going back to her job. And hadn't Blaise just told her that he was having trouble keeping the financial department of the paper staffed? It could be just the change she needed, and it would hardly be a hardship to work for one of her best friends. The sound of clapping pulled Astoria from her thoughts as the final note she'd played continued to drift in the wind, and she lowered her violin and bow, turning abruptly, having thought she was alone. "C'était magnifique!" the woman exclaimed, and though Astoria wasn't far from fluent in the language, she knew enough to gather the meaning. She flushed, hoping she could blame the color in her cheeks on the wind. The woman had to be close to her own age, and she was absolutely stunning. "Thank you. I'm sorry, I don't speak French fluently enough to carry on a conversation. Do you speak English?" she asked, tone apologetic and friendly at once. "Ah, an Englishwoman! My English, it ees not perfect. May I show to you?" The woman held up a sketchbook, surprising Astoria for she'd not noticed it before. The woman came closer once Astoria had nodded, and she was very curious about what she wanted to show her. As soon as her eyes settled on the rough sketch, her heart caught in her throat. It was obviously done quickly, but the woman was clearly talented, but that wasn't what had her floundering for words in that moment. For just there on the pad was an image of a shipwreck, mermaids and sailors in the water, the first pulling the latter to their deaths, and then off in the distance was a lone mermaid holding a sailor above the water, saving his life. "How?" she finally breathed, looking up into the woman's brilliant blue eyes. They captured her on a level she hadn't felt in so long, attraction a sharp pull low in her belly, and she found she couldn't look away. The woman bit her lip, her eyes positively dancing with mischief. "La magie," she murmured as she came closer. Her hand found Astoria's, and she couldn't help but wonder when she'd got so close. "You believe, oui?" Astoria found that even if she wasn't a witch, in that moment she would have had no choice but to believe in magic, because this woman was radiating mysticism and beauty and magic, and before she realized what she was doing, she was closing the distance between them and pressing her lips against this mysterious woman's, desperate to know how they'd feel against her own. The woman laughed lightly against her lips before she joined in. Astoria could swear that she felt the kiss from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, gooseflesh rising up all over her body at the energy between them. She was breathless when the woman pulled away, hands still entwined. "Come," she beckoned, nodding her head toward a tent about twenty meters out. Had that been there all along? She had no idea what to expect, but she couldn't find any reason not to go. Her feet moved of their own accord, following the beautiful woman to the modest tent. They were both quiet as they covered the short distance and then ducked under the flap to head into the shelter, but Astoria found her feet frozen in place as she took in the inside of the tent, which was clearly magical with all the extra space. "You're a witch," she breathed in surprise, though she realized she shouldn't have been. Everything about the woman radiated magic. "A sorcière, oui," the woman confirmed, her smile wide and unconcerned. "And you, oui?" It might have been said question, but the woman didn't look doubtful at all. "Yes, of course." Of course she was a witch. She'd always been a witch. She always would be a witch. But something about this woman spoke of a different sort of magic. "You're a veela," she said suddenly, finally making the connection. The woman laughed lightly, a soft, musical sound that set off the fluttering in her belly again. "Oui, half." She went to settle on a large pillow on the floor, settling her sketchbook on her lap though her eyes stayed focused on Astoria. "You will again play for me, s'il vous plait?" And then the mischief lit up her eyes again. "And zhen we will kiss again," she promised. Flushed with the promise, the look that accompanied it, Astoria swallowed and nodded, not able to find her voice just yet. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and then went quiet as she listened for the music that yearned to be played. Her bow lifted, almost of its own accord, and she started playing a light and sweet tune, slow and drifting and peaceful. It didn't take long for the images to drift through her mind – an overgrown meadow, wildflowers up to her knees as she walked through it, her hand drifting over the petals and stems and leaves, the sun shining down on her face, warming her. In her mind, she laid down in the meadow, breathing in the soft, sweet scents of the wildflowers. Her cheeks flushed a deeper pink when she was joined in the image and her breathing went shallow as the woman covered her body with hers and made love to her under the sun, the music coming from her violin picking up speed and intensity. And when she peaked in her imagination, she abruptly stopped playing, opening her eyes to stare at the woman in shock. The woman smiled that secretive, mischievous smile and turned the sketchpad around. It was a meadow, a rough sketch of their forms entangled amongst the wildflowers. Without a word, the woman stood up, setting her sketchbook aside and then taking the violin from Astoria. She set it aside with care and then pulled her close, kissing her deeply. Words weren't necessary, not for this, and Astoria was happy to be led back to another room of the expanded tent. She barely noticed what they were laying on as they lowered to the floor, though she felt the cushioned blankets and pillows under her. Hands stroked over her body, firm and confident, trailing over a leg and pushing the hem of her dress up as she kissed her. Astoria was sure her body had never felt so alive, and as much as she loved being touched, she also yearned to explore every inch of the other woman's body. "What's your name?" she whispered against the woman's neck, wanting to know what name to call out during what she was sure would be a fantastic experience. "Isadora," she answered, her lips trailing down Astoria's neck and stopping against her chest, just above the neckline of her dress. "And yours?" "Astoria." She shifted up enough that she could reach behind her, but Isadora's hands stopped her, pulling her up to sit and then straddling her lap. "Let me," Isadora murmured. She kissed her again then as her hands went behind her to pull the zipper of Astoria's dress down. As her hands came back around to her front, she brought the straps of the dress with them, urging them down Astoria's arms. Astoria slipped her arms out of her straps and then immediately went to the hem of Isadora's shirt, wanting to bring it up and off, wanting to see and feel the smooth skin underneath. She wanted to touch and taste and once the shirt was out of the way, she moaned softly at the lack of any other barriers. Leaning forward, she captured one nipple between her lips, sucking gently at first. Isadora moaned, her head falling back, her fingers tangling in her hair. After receiving a bit of attention, Isadora tugged Astoria back up for another deep kiss, her hands trailing down to unhook her bra, pushing the straps down Astoria's arms. As much as she didn't want to stop touching Isadora, she wanted to be pressed fully against her more, so she helped as they divested each other of the rest of their clothes. Astoria didn't resist when Isadora nudged her back down, her mouth trailing down her body, kissing, teasing, sucking, nibbling until Astoria was sure that she would never get to the dripping ache between her legs. And then a hand settled there, covering the ache and making her moan. By the time Isadora's mouth closed over her clit, Astoria felt ready to snap at any moment. A long, slim finger slid into her, moving in and out in firm, deep strokes as her tongue circled her tight nub, and Astoria's body was rocking and vibrating with the tension in her. As Isadora slid a second finger in her, her mouth suctioned hard over her clit, and Astoria cried out as she tumbled over the edge, her body rocketing up and freezing as she rode the waves of pleasure. Isadora didn't let up, and Astoria cried out again as her orgasm carried over into a second, though she couldn't say where one ended and the next began. She couldn't breathe for all the energy in her body was focused between her legs and the intense pleasure she'd been gifted. "Isa… Isadora, please!" she cried out, not sure she could handle more. Astoria could feel Isadora's laughter against her still-tingling nub and shivered as she tried desperately to get her body to relax back against the cushions. Isadora pressed one more kiss against her clit before pulling away, drawing her fingers out and then bringing them to her lips. Astoria watched as she sucked her fingers into her mouth, her eyes darkening at the erotic sight. "My turn," she breathed, sitting up and nudging Isadora to lay back against the cushions this time. "Isadora. So beautiful," she breathed as she leaned over her, taking a moment to soak in the perfection laying before her. There were no flaws on her body at all, and she fully intended to confirm that by exploring every inch of it. Astoria kissed her fully, deeply, one hand cupping the side of her face, the other trailing down the side of her body, not yet touching the sweetest part of her. Once she was breathless from the kiss, she broke it and trailed her lips over her neck. And then she leaned back again, enough that she could see her. Her fingertips came up and traced her jaw, down the front of her neck, dipping between her collarbones and following the trail down the center of her chest. A moment later, she leaned down, her lips following the same trail. She stroked the underside of her breasts, her lips following soon after, taking her time as her own body still pulsed in satisfaction. She wanted to bring Isadora as much pleasure as she'd been given. "Perfect," she breathed as her fingers finally covered one breast fully, rolling her nipple gently between her them as her mouth encased her other nipple. No one could say she wasn't thorough in the attention she paid Isadora's breasts, her small but perfect breasts. And when she finally left them to kiss down Isadora's stomach, her lover was breathing soft, needy moans. When she settled between Isadora's legs, she did the same thing, her fingers trailing over the soft, smooth, pale skin, her lips following the path, her teeth skimming lightly enough to tease but not hurt or mark her. And then she turned her face to her center, taking a moment to breathe in the sweet scent of desire. Her fingers opened her up to her, her tongue flicking out, stroking firmly from her core up to her clit, tasting her finally. She licked and sucked and tongued her, relishing in the taste and feel, in the beautiful sounds coming from Isadora's lips. Fingers found their way to her hair, tangling in her blonde locks and holding Astoria there between her legs in a silent demand for more, which she was more than happy to give her. She could feel Isadora quivering beneath her, and she wanted to feel her let go, wanted to be the one to bring this exquisite woman to peak. And so she slid two fingers in her and slowly kissed over her hip, nipping the bone there lightly and then soothing the skin with her tongue as her thumb took over stroking her clit. She worked her between the legs as she kissed back up to her breasts, trying to bring her as much pleasure as she could. Isadora was not quiet beneath her. She was a woman full of passion, sensuality, and Astoria soaked in every breath, every moan, every gasp, the clear pleasure only serving to extend her own pleasure. "Astoria! Oui, oui!" Isadora cried out, her body tensing beneath hers, her walls tightening around her fingers, trapping them in her slick channel in a way that made her eyes roll back behind their lids for a moment. Once she relaxed back down, she urged Astoria up, cuddling her against her side as she kissed her sweetly. They lay there, cuddled together, kissing and lazily stroking over each other's bodies, content in post-orgasmic bliss for the moment. Once Astoria started feeling chilly, she was surprised when Isadora waved a hand and summoned a blanket to cover them with. "You will play again for me, oui?" Isadora asked. "And I will draw for you what you see when you play." Astoria licked her lips and nodded. She still had no idea how Isadora did it, how she was able to draw what Astoria imagined when she played, but she had no trouble accepting the simple answer of magic. "Yes, of course," she answered, thinking this holiday had taken the best possible turn and wondering how long she could get away with staying holed away in this tent on a cliff with this exquisite woman. "Magnifique," Isadora responded, her smile wide and genuine. |