Her skin was flushed, hands pulling Fran closer, as if they could mold to each other if she pulled them closer. Fran had not exactly been Manon's only lover throughout her life but she was definitely the one she remembered, the one she craved, the one that left her stupid, incoherent. A hum of appreciated left her when she felt those familiar lips press against her neck and for once she regretted her fashion choice. The mask made kissing her a lot harder than it should be.
"They'll have to get through me first." She mused, having no intentions of leaving Fran quickly or for long. Greedy was an accurate descriptor for the silver-haired princess. Manon wanted and she wanted much. But every time she turned around, something was taken from her and she'd be damned if they were going to take Franziska from her. Even as they parted momentarily in the hall, Fran found her again and Manon met her halfway. Her hands found Fran, pulling her closer, allowing easier access to her neck as she fumbled forward onto the balcony. "Fran, you're going to leave a mark!" She all but giggled, her hand coming up to rest against Fran's cheek, her other hand pushing the mask up and mostly out of the way.
In the same moment, she leaned forward, hungrily kissing Fran on the lips, the hand on her cheek sliding behind her head to deepen the kiss. However, she was only given a taste when Fran yanked out of her grasp and left her reeling. Manon stood there, as if ice water had been thrown on her and some part of her felt ashamed, another part angry. Blue eyes moved to whom had caught Fran's attention and her blood ran cold. The King of Ferelden. The alarm bells went off and her gaze shifted to Fran, the realization hitting her. This was Fran's husband to be. How could she be so foolish? Fran was on the run and this could of ruined her safe haven.
Manon was the first to move, straightening her dress and sliding her mask down properly. "Your Grace.." She paused, looking over at Fran before a wicked smile found its way onto her lips, "How right you are." The elegant woman moved forward, her movements fluid as she approached him. It had been years since she had seen Byron Wulff and he aged like a fine wine. "You can watch, if you like." Her eyes locked with his, knowing she was playing with fire and the game was dangerous, something she was willing to play with.
"They'll have to get through me first." She mused, having no intentions of leaving Fran quickly or for long. Greedy was an accurate descriptor for the silver-haired princess. Manon wanted and she wanted much. But every time she turned around, something was taken from her and she'd be damned if they were going to take Franziska from her. Even as they parted momentarily in the hall, Fran found her again and Manon met her halfway. Her hands found Fran, pulling her closer, allowing easier access to her neck as she fumbled forward onto the balcony. "Fran, you're going to leave a mark!" She all but giggled, her hand coming up to rest against Fran's cheek, her other hand pushing the mask up and mostly out of the way.
In the same moment, she leaned forward, hungrily kissing Fran on the lips, the hand on her cheek sliding behind her head to deepen the kiss. However, she was only given a taste when Fran yanked out of her grasp and left her reeling. Manon stood there, as if ice water had been thrown on her and some part of her felt ashamed, another part angry. Blue eyes moved to whom had caught Fran's attention and her blood ran cold. The King of Ferelden. The alarm bells went off and her gaze shifted to Fran, the realization hitting her. This was Fran's husband to be. How could she be so foolish? Fran was on the run and this could of ruined her safe haven.
Manon was the first to move, straightening her dress and sliding her mask down properly. "Your Grace.." She paused, looking over at Fran before a wicked smile found its way onto her lips, "How right you are." The elegant woman moved forward, her movements fluid as she approached him. It had been years since she had seen Byron Wulff and he aged like a fine wine. "You can watch, if you like." Her eyes locked with his, knowing she was playing with fire and the game was dangerous, something she was willing to play with.
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