As she was pulled close, she rested her head against Kazcor's chest, and let her eyes drift closed for a moment. [q]I see.[q] When she was released, she stayed where she was, lingering. [q]Why... didn't you just ask?[q] To hug her, she meant.
And she beamed, as Kaczor informed her that she had some items that would fit her, as if she'd just been handed a present. [q]I don't need help bathing,[q] she repeated again, cheeks flushed at the idea of such a thing. She wasn't ready to have that much of her body seen. To answer the questions that would surely come.
Ella peered up at her, [q]...I did enjoy myself earlier. And you can't do anything worse than what you've already done...[q] She shrugged, and offered a shy smile. [q]I think it'll help me sleep, if you put me to bed.[q]
She felt bad, for running off. For worrying her. For... disobeying her, if she was being honest. It helped her to do what someone else asked of her; though she had to act like it was her decision.
[q]Minx, you would make it sound like it’s that easy to remember myself around you. You exist and I forget to breathe at times.[q] So it was an exaggeration, but it was close enough, it was hard to remember to ask permission at times, she was so used to having implicit consent that when she was faced with a new person, it was a learning curve of remember to check so often once again. Ahh, the price she paid for having her last two sexual partners having been long terms ones, their boundaries had been learned and in place for years, and Ella deserved every bit of Kaczor having to remember herself and her hands and go about things properly.
[q]So while you bathe, I’ll get my healer out here to take care of, this,[q] she gestured to the mess that was currently her nose and eyes. [q]And then come help you work your way to the oblivious of sleep on my tongue? Promise?[q] She teased as she seriously stood still for a moment, [q]And you, want that. Not, I’m impatient to have you every way possible, and you’re doing it to get me off your case. Smack me, tell me no, yell at me, what ever it is. I’m quite dumb at times when it comes to someone as beautiful as you are letting me eat them nearly raw. All the blood leaves my brain.[q] And it did. More times than not. Kaczor could be quite dumb at times when it came to the same sex, or even the opposite. She never seemed to get the hang of properly seducing one gender right, before she’d be after another. [q]If it’s seeking permission that I need to be more aware of, I will continue to ask. Until you tell me not too. Would you let me escort you to the bedrooms?[q]
Ella rolled her eyes, [q]I'm not anything special.[q] Her half-sisters were prettier. Hell, she thought Kaczor was prettier than she was. She was... well, plain. And then she was nodding, agreeing.
[q]Well...[q] She straightened, seriously considering Kaczor, [q]...you can't show me how good you are with your tongue, and then expect me not to want to do it again.[q] She reached upwards, gently patting the other woman's cheek, careful of her injury. [q]...'sides, I'm not tired and if I'm not careful I wont' sleep tonight.[q] Kac had tired her out earlier.
And then she nodded, [q]Yes, please. We never finished the tour.[q] She didn't know what rooms were bedrooms and what rooms weren't.
Kaczor’s faced brightened as much as the blackening bruise allowed it too. After all, it was nice to be given permission, after thinking she had completely messed up with her intended. [q]I knew there was a reason I liked you.[q]
She tilted her hand over into her intended’s touch, eyes closed as she chased after the retreating hand when it was pulled away, her eyes having closed marginally when the touch had been initiated. Even with the care Ella showed, it was impossible to not touch anywhere on her face that didn’t hurt right now. But a healer was a few minutes down the hallway, she could make it another couple minutes. Honestly, she wondered if she shouldn’t be feeling more pain, all the more concerned Ella seemed to be. Was it typical that it should hurt so much worse than this? She’d have to ask about that later, to her younger brother.
[q]This way then, where we’ll be staying tonight is back through these door,[q] and as they paused an open office off the kitchen. [q]Benson, could you call for a healer and then send them up to my chambers once they’re here. I seem to have broken my nose at some point in the night.[q] She sniffed as the slightly older man bowed to her, and then went off to make his chargee’s wishes happen. [q]Now that that’s done.. Up here, dearest, we’re going to use the servant’s stairwell, so we don’t have to wander over half the manor house to get to our wing.[q] She took Ella’s still held hand, and went to escort her up to the wing, two bedrooms, side by side, with a door between them that opened and closed from both rooms, each a door that could be locked to keep the other out. Each had it’s own bathing tub as well as large four post beds, sitting area, and small library of books within. A writing desk by the window finished out the one that Kaczor lead her into to, to start heating the tub up for her. [q]This will be yours tonight, mine is next door, and I’ll look for you something to wear once I’ve seen the healer and come join you to get you in bed..[q]
Ella trailed after, quiet. She didn't know where people were or were not sleeping; and going through the servants quarters meant there were definitely servants asleep there. She was quiet until she was led to a room, noting the two doors on one wall in-between both rooms.
She dipped her fingers into the water, nodding. [q]Thank you.[q] When the water was heated to her liking, she watched Kazcor leave before undressing. She was coming across as prude, but... it was for the best.
She closed the main door, and then the side door, though she doesn't lock either. She does lock the bathroom door, however, as she finally undressed and settled into the bath. The hot water was welcomed across her body, soothing aches she didn't even realize she had.
And while she laid there, thinking about things, she wondered how long it would take for the Tilani family to allow her into their studies... If they were smart, and it'd appear they were, they'd aim to keep her distracted with outings and various activities, so that she couldn't poke her nose where it didn't belong. But eventually, eventually the woman she was marrying would let her in...
Kazcor was whipped. And Ella had not been expecting that. The woman was smitten.
She blocked out thoughts of how she might spy, and whether she should spy, and instead lowered herself into the bath fully after lathering her hair. After that, it was time to remove her makeup, careful movements.
And then she soaked, until the water went cold. Perhaps a bit rude, considering she had someone waiting on her. But she'd not heard footsteps yet.
She had waited until the door was closed, and her to be wife deposited into the bathroom, till she heard movement, and the bathroom door close before she stripped off the bloodied clothing and went in search of her night robe, groaning as they day caught up with her. She bathed quickly, while waiting on the healer to show, fussing with the bruises in the mirror until Benson appeared at the door with the healer.
She had found that her two front teeth were also a little loose from where the punch had landed, so when she sank back into the chair to let the healer work, she had worried them with her tongue until they had firmed back up in her gums, the pain seeping out of her as the magic did it’s work and she could tell cartilage and bone were mending themselves back up. It was a feeling she’d never quite get the hang of, feeling her body mend over, but the one time she had been cut in a duel, the cut from her balls to her chin – it hadn’t been too deep, just, painful, she had been thankful for the rapid assistance of a healer. No sense in sitting around waiting for something to heal properly on its own if someone was there to magically mend you back together, after all.
It took a little while longer than she had wished it to, and Kaczor attributed that to the healer being new to working with the family, and the face that she very obviously had a broken nose as a woman. The healer was being paid not to ask questions though, as these things did go sometimes. Not something she wanted getting back to Ella’s father, smug prick that he was. She’d like to keep the upper hand in that last exchange of theirs, and Kaczor would make sure it was the last, even if she had to find a way to get rid of the man herself. Once the healing was done, and Benson returned with some wine for the night she dismissed him, telling him to go get to sleep, there would be nothing else she needed for the night.
Benson left, but not before setting out pieces of clothing for Kaczor to take next door to her intended to dress in for the evening. She came to the door between the rooms, and rapped on it gently before letting herself in, carrying a blue silk robe with her, along with a red night dress. Both colors that would look good on Ella, but Kaczor was going to try and convince her to leave them both off and let her completely worship her body. With her mouth. But, she reminded herself, this was to help Ella sleep the night through in a strange new place. She was wearing the other woman out, and then would go to bed herself, if..
If she sent her away.
She would like the idea of being able to crawl into bed with her, let her feel the secret she still kept, and then bury herself balls deep inside the other woman – and as much as that idea was everything she wanted and more, she knew, without a doubt, that she needed to wait. To draw out that moment, because there was only so much one person could take at a time. And this was something that didn’t need to happen yet. Her secret would keep another few days at least. And she could always jerk off right after, as crude as it would feel, to have the door between them and using her hand as an outlet, but she was still, incredibly needy from their encounters earlier.
And now she was ready to make the other woman scream her name before the night was done. [q]Ella? I’m going to leave the night dress and robe next to the door and then sit with my back to the door.[q]
By the time Kazcor was knocking on the door again, Ella was gently washing one of her wings with a rather soft washcloth that she'd found under the cabinet. The amulet was on the counter, and she pulled it back over her head and waited for the familiar magic to envelope her.
Once it had, she opened the door and claimed the clothing, hugging it to her chest as she paused, just a moment to study the back of Kaczor's form. And then the door shut again, while she dressed.
She didn't bother brushing her hair, using just her fingers, as she exited the bathroom in nightdress and robe, drying her hair with just a towel. [q]Thank you.[q] She doesn't clarify, but it's a thanks for not looking at her, despite the fact it would have been easy to do.
Sidling up next to her fiancee, she held out her hand. [q]The healer did good work.[q] She commented, admiring the other's healed face.
[q]Good enough that you’ll be happy to sit upon it once again?[q] Kaczor joked gently, as she turned to face the other woman in the seat. She placed a hand on the other’s knee, and waited to see if she was rebuked for the touch, [q]Because I do believe you said you were up for that, if the bath changed things, please let me know now, so I don’t sit here trying to do something you don’t want now. You are allowed to change your mind at any given moment, even in the middle of a moment. You don’t like the way my lip moves against your skin, say no.. you don’t like how my finger slides along your lips, spreading them open so I can breathe in the intoxicating scent of your arousal? Say no.[q]
She slid down into the floor from where they were sitting, rising up on her knees in front of Ella, positioning her body in such a way that she could ease one of Ella’s feet up to her shoulder. She waited, allowing Ella more than enough time to try and kick her away, or say no, before she turned her head, her eyes still holding her wife's gaze, before she let her lips meet the sensitive skin of one slender ankle, trying not to blink as she started a path up her leg, each kiss followed by a pause of a few seconds, one short of too long, before she moved a fraction of a bit up Ella’s leg, another kiss, perhaps a puff of hot air, or a stream of cool before she may nip, ever so lightly. The only time her eyes left Ella’s was when she blinked, feeling her own insides clench in anticipation at the intimacy of such unadulterated eye contact. [q]Say yes, though, my dear sweet little Ella.[q]
When she reached Ella’s knee, she paused, her hand going back to her ankle and pulling the leg out straight, slowly, allowing time for her to adjust where needed with movement, before continuing the tortuous path upward, until she stopped, just a few inches above Ella’s knee. [q]Say yes, to hooking your knees over my shoulders, schootching your well formed ass off the edge of the couch here into my hands, and let me raise you to my lips and drink you in until you can’t take it anymore, and cum all over this freshly healed face. I want you to grind into my lips, chasing that release, on my tongue.[q] She breathed heavily as she let that leg move back up over her shoulder, and then started the same treatment on the other leg. [q]Say yes, to letting me curl a finger inside you once again, into that spot that had you panting on the table in need..[q]
When she got close to the edge of the sleep dress again, she paused, waiting to see if she still had permission, or if she had done something to have it revoked. [q]Say yes to feeling me fuck my tongue inside you, over and over, until you’re sloppy wet from how much I’ve drooled for how you taste.[q] She gently leaned back and tugged along Ella’s ankle’s, trying to get her to move into the position she explained earlier, knees hooked up over her shoulders, so that she could watch every sordid thing she did with her tongue. [q]Move with me so you can watch me do all these things to you..[q]
[q]Mmm, I'm still not tired.[q] She agreed, leaning into the touch. She was learning quickly, that her wife-to-be was a very physical person. Ella settled against the couch, and watched the other woman find a place on the floor.
And when Kazcor lifted one of her feet, it was with ease. She let herself be positioned, much like a doll. She grinned, her gaze focused on Kac's, as the other woman described in detail how she was going to worship her. When lips trailed from her ankle up her second leg, she whimpered and pressed into the touch.
[q]...yes,[q] she murmured, one hand pulled the nightdress up, as she scootched to hook her knees over the woman's shoulders.
Later, she would say she knew the moment that Ella had moved into her hold, so that she could make sure that she was sufficiently worn out, Kaczor might admit that it had been the way she wiggled into the hold that had gotten her – but it was the little sounds she made with each movement. Kaczor decided that if they had a lifetime ahead of them, those little whimpers and gasps would be what kept her stuck to her wife’s side the entire time.
But when they were both finally able to breathe again, properly, and Kaczor was trying to help Ella sit back up properly and smooth her nightgown down, she found herself a little hoarse, her voice scratching a bit, even for her, [q]Do you need help over to the bed?[q] The plan was, help her into bed, or carry her if needed, and then save anything else that needed said or done for the morning. The abandoned bowl of fruit and cheese could be taken care of another time, it’d be there in the morning to have added to the morning scraps or something, the food would not go to waste.
[q]Let’s get you to bed, dearest..[q], and she was getting up to her feet, to actually pick Ella up to carry her. [q]Let me carry you over to the bed, let you have those post bliss jelly legs a little bit longer. Are you okay with this?[q]
[q]Mmm,[q] her heart was still racing, and when her fiancee stood up to pick her up, she leaned to slip her arms around the other's neck. [q]Thank you.[q]
She'd nuzzle into Kac's neck, yawning against her will. She was tired, now. It'd be nice to sleep in such a soft bed. Even in a strange place, Kaczor had worn her out; there'd be no waking up tonight.
As she was settled into bed, she'd roll onto her side, studying the woman before her. One hand reached out, even as blankets were being tucked around her. Fingers trailed along Kac's jaw, until she withdrew them to tap her own lips. [q]Kiss, please?[q]
Maybe she'd dream about those lips while she slept... Or perhaps her dreams would be old memories, of her father.
[q]Of course.[q] She cherished the moments spent there, easily picking her up off the couch with what appeared to be little effort, making sure that her hands were not in areas that might be a little tender, or overstimulated. Areas she knew that permission would be allowed for carrying her to the bed. It was when she felt the tip of a nose on her neck that she realized that she needed to not linger long in the room with Ella, she’d either want to bury her face back between her legs, or at least get some friction for her own relief. She decided she deserved neither until Ella was settled in. Settled into the situation they found themselves together in. [q]Of course,[q] she reaffirmed as they made the bed, and Kaczor made quick work of pulling the duvet back to slip her precious cargo inside.
She felt the muscles in her face relax some, even as she realized her lips were pulling into a smile, and she didn’t have to be invited twice to lean in for that kiss, keeping it sweet, tender, even as she drew Ella’s bottom lip between her own and gave the flesh a small nibble, [q]You did, incredible tonight, sleep deep and fast, and I’ll be in in the morning to wake you. This time, I’ll call to you, is that alright?[q] Her eyes left Ella’s, flicking down to the other woman’s lips, wondering if she’d allow just one more before she withdrew to her own room for sleep.
At the praise, Ella's face lit up, and even sleepy she couldn't help but beam upwards. The kiss had been chaste, sweet. A little nibble, but nothing more. [q]Morning? Uh-huh.[q] A quiet, sleepy agreement.
And Novella was near dozing, except her fiancee was still there, knelt next to the bed. [q]Mmm, kiss, please.[q] Ella yawned, tapping her mouth expectantly. One more kiss, and then she'd sleep.
A good sleep... maybe the best sleep in ages; the bed was so comfortable and she was so warm, and snuggly... the duvet was better than anything she'd had before—
You’d agree to anything you’re so sleepy, wouldn;t you?Kaczor finished tucking the covers around her form, and then leaned back in for one more kiss, this time letting it linger, until she knew that Ella slept, smiling against her sleeping lips, before kissing the tip of her nose affectionately, and then a tender soft brush against her forehead. Kaczor had already decided, she wouldn’t grow tired of kissing this woman, not easily at least.
Goodnight, dearest Ella. She went to the door between the rooms, pausing there, one last glimpse to make sure that she slept soundly, and then she, herself, sought the warm embrace of sleep, and the dreams of kissing those soft lips, over and over.
