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fiachairecht) wrote in thelonelylake2023-09-06 01:25 pm
stay untethered (wheel of time | alanna/liandrin)
stay untethered. wheel of time, alanna/liandrin. emotional warfare over unasked-for dessert in bed. 250w, rated t. for the sapphic summer prompt 'pomegranate seeds'.
"Get out of my bed."
Spread out on the red sheets, Alanna shifts to part her legs a little wider, pops a handful of pomegranate seeds in her mouth, and does Liandrin the courtesy of not mentioning that if she truly wanted her out of her bed, Alanna would already be on the floor.
"Good evening to you too," she says, reaching out to offer the bowl. "Dessert?"
Her robe slips down her shoulder, exposing the swell of her breast in a blatant promise of seduction, and Liandrin bites her lip against unwilling admiration. Oh, it can't be wholly real, but the difference from how everyone else in the Tower plays their game gets under Liandrin's skin in a way that she'll never admit. That Alanna, all raised eyebrow and glowing skin, knows anyway.
She sets the bowl aside rather than knocking it away - no need to make an uncivilised mess - and sits down on Alanna's legs as if she wasn't there at all. "Why are you here?" She's learned not to ask what do you want?
Alanna laughs, low and not unkind. "Curiosity. You were gone months on your little hunting trip, Liandrin Sedai. So long one might almost think you were..."
In the time it takes her to avoid Moiraine's name, Liandrin thinks about taking a handful of those pomegranate seeds and suffocating her with them. "Don't."
Alanna smirks. "Make me shut up, then," which means, like it always does, kiss me, then, if you want.
Liandrin does.
"Get out of my bed."
Spread out on the red sheets, Alanna shifts to part her legs a little wider, pops a handful of pomegranate seeds in her mouth, and does Liandrin the courtesy of not mentioning that if she truly wanted her out of her bed, Alanna would already be on the floor.
"Good evening to you too," she says, reaching out to offer the bowl. "Dessert?"
Her robe slips down her shoulder, exposing the swell of her breast in a blatant promise of seduction, and Liandrin bites her lip against unwilling admiration. Oh, it can't be wholly real, but the difference from how everyone else in the Tower plays their game gets under Liandrin's skin in a way that she'll never admit. That Alanna, all raised eyebrow and glowing skin, knows anyway.
She sets the bowl aside rather than knocking it away - no need to make an uncivilised mess - and sits down on Alanna's legs as if she wasn't there at all. "Why are you here?" She's learned not to ask what do you want?
Alanna laughs, low and not unkind. "Curiosity. You were gone months on your little hunting trip, Liandrin Sedai. So long one might almost think you were..."
In the time it takes her to avoid Moiraine's name, Liandrin thinks about taking a handful of those pomegranate seeds and suffocating her with them. "Don't."
Alanna smirks. "Make me shut up, then," which means, like it always does, kiss me, then, if you want.
Liandrin does.