[It was still a bit early; not in this evening, but a much broader sweep of time than that. Kaede didn't remember...much, about that evening, a year ago. She'd woken to flower petals in her hair and the name of someone she could, maybe, possibly, ask for help.
And that the thing that stirred and thumped in her chest still worked.
She didn't remember what bench or even what street it was, but she did remember what tree she'd met Chariot from. Where she'd forgotten to let her go.
Kaede kept her arm twined with Chariot's as the walked—slowly—through the quieter streets that led back to the mansion. She knew the way like the back of her hand now, even after a few glasses. She knew how to open the side gate without it squeaking too much. And she knew that yipping sound was her hyenas catching their scent.]
Almost there.
[The Chimera hummed, her tail swishing in lazy motions behind her. A few petals still fell into her hair, from the crown of flowers on her head—and the other, smaller decorations haphazardly strewn in her antlers, little cuffs of flowers already coming loose, a honeysuckle vine woven in one of the tines that was in danger of losing another bloom every few steps. There'd be more within the property's walls, and a place to set down the covered basket hanging from the Chimera's other arm. It clinked and crinkled from within, from the bottle and trinkets, the snacks wrapped in paper. And more flowers spilled from under its lid—extras, in case they needed any more.]
[ Chariot remembered the location well. It was in her memories as profoundly as any other formative ones, a place where she and Kaede first became one... When she let the girl into her heart, let her dwell within there, to find safety and comfort in what would blossom into true, honest love.
Kaede had become one of her treasures in a year's time. Part of her home, part of her heart, someone that inspired her to 'shine' again just as Fang and Ramesses had done. Kaede herself wasn't like the brilliant sun of Ramsesses or the piercing Morning Star of Fang... no, she was more like the serene moon, a light just as holy, but so much more gentle, so much more quiet and fragile and in that way precious.
A lunar light for her starry sky...
She wanted to celebrate that year, that love, the home they'd formed in each other.
So of course she remembered the place, and she had to stop when it came fully into view, squeezing Kaede's hands and just... pausing a moment to dwell in those memories, and how happy they made them both. ]
[When Chariot stopped, Kaede stopped, leaning to brush her temple and a smooth stretch of antler against the side of her head without thinking about it. Her hum turned to a rumble, her thumb stroking over Chariot's hand as they both twined closer together.
A year ago, she had been lost; cut loose from those she once knew before the mirror, those who wanted nothing more to do with her, torn away from a world she was never meant to exist in. That, even more than her physical demise, was death. And even after she was given a second chance, with her sanity fraying, it would have been so easy to extinguish her mind in the wail of the Moons and the undying hunger of a lonesome Monster.
But things didn't end that way. Someone had found her. Someone who didn't let go either. Someone who'd grounded her, embraced her, loved her. Welcomed her home. Those gloomy thoughts vanished like rainclouds chased away by a spring breeze. Kaede leaned against her Bonded's side, letting the soft, affectionate warmth from the Bond in, and cycling her own fierce, gentle appreciation back.
After long, blissful moments, the Chimera drew in a quiet breath and let out a contented sigh. She nudged Chariot again, and gently tugged the Witch towards one of the side gates in the mansion wall. She lifted up the arm twined with Chariot's, hanging the basket on that instead for a moment, and fumbled a bit for the key to its lock.]
Watch your fingers. The hyenas like to nip.
[Ah, there it was. The gate unlocked, squeaked just a little on its hinges—and with yipping, tittering squeals, two sets of beast-green eyes reflected out of the long grass on the other side of the gate. They didn't make a rush for the outside, tumbling out of the grass to greet their owner cheerfully and the woman with her more cautiously. One with a ragged-looking ear, circled around warily to snuffle at Chariot, the other one sniffed curiously at the basket. Kaede swished her tail, lifting it—and the Witch's arm—up for a moment, out of easy reach.]
That's not for you.
[The sand-colored hyena tittered, pawing the ground. "Food! Food!" it said, more like a bark than words.]
I fed you before I left, you greedy thing. [Kaede chided, but with no harshness in her tone. The Chimera scratched its muzzle with no fear of the bone crushing jaws just beneath. The hyena not only allowed that, but butted its head up to her palm so she could scratch its ears, the food transgression forgotten.]
[ Honestly, given her *other* familiar back home, she wasn't at all intimidated or worried about Kaede's darlings, eventually kneeling down to greet them once Kaede had assured them the food wasn't for them, brushing her hands along soft, tufted fur and letting that same warmth she gave Kaede seep through to them, a gentleness in her touch and magic to go with it.
It was the sort of charm that basically worked every time. ]
Hello... Do you think I could have Kaede to myself this evening? I'd be very honored if you allowed me that.
[The hyena snuffling at Chariot initially wheeled away, squealing. But it only fled to the long grass a few feet away, and turned back to look at her with a quizzical gaze. The sand hyenas were still skittish around people, but they were more than intelligent enough to understand that the strange person so close to their boss was important. Torn-ear hyena approached Chariot again, sniffing at the Witch's hand, and offering their cheek. She hadn't given them any treats yet, which was their favorite form of bribery. But, they would accept scritches. They would very much accept scritches. The pulse of magic was an unexpected but very welcome bonus; their nervous, pensive giggles stopped, replaced with a contented rumble not too unlike Kaede's own.
The hyena under Kaede's claws broke away to butt up against Chariot's hand too, attracted by the magic. The Chimera chuckled.]
I think they like you.
[The hyena with the torn ear yipped something like "Yes! Like! Like! Yes!", and the second one's attention was snatched away by a passing firefly. The smaller sand hyena whooped and broke away to lope after it, followed shortly by the torn-ear hyena whirling about to play a part in the game.
Kaede stood, offering a hand to help Chariot up too.]
[ Chariot took the offered hand, using it and her cane to right herself back up, leaning against Kaede as she did so, not quite pressing against her, but certainly hanging off her arm in a way a lover would in some romantic movie... ]
The tree... it's the most meaningful place, right?
[ After all, Kaede's house wasn't... something she shared with her, the way she did that tree. It wasn't part of their shared memories. It was the seed that grew into the orchid of their love. ]
[Kaede saw, and felt, and another puff of affectionate warmth welled up through the Bond. The Chimera's crest fluffed up soft as she hummed and leaned against the woman she loved, and who loved her back.]
It is. [Another nudge of shoulders, another gentle bump against the side of Chariot's head.] Couldn't forget it if I tried.
[She tugged the Witch's hand, shuffling slowly through the grass-lined paths. They had changed somewhat, with new creatures to tread new tracks. But the thing at the end of it, that gnarled tree, was the same as ever, towering silently over a barely tamed area. It bore a full growth of summer leaves that swayed gently in the dwindling evening breeze, and no new scratches were carved into its ancient bark.
Kaede found a comfortable place to sit amidst its roots, setting the basket down, then Chariot, then molding herself to her Witch's side. She gazed up at the tree's leaves—and a spark of surprised amusement rippled through the Bond.]
...you know, I think it's a maple tree.
[Kaede chuckled to herself, settling back against the trunk.]
[ It was... amusing. Because Kaede was right. Chariot had never fully stopped to look before. Both the first night, and this one, she'd been so focused on Kaede that she had never stopped to actually look at the patterns of the leaves, to see the familiar shapes. Broader than the maple trees back home, to be sure, but still unmistakably so. ]
I think you're right... It's funny, I just... never looked at it before, this way. With the light glinting through the leaves...
But I caught you. [ She gave Kaede's hand a squeeze, leaning further against her... and further still, taking care to watch her knees as she found herself straddling her Bonded, as close as could be and while still being able to hold her gaze, her other hand moving to Kaede's cheeks. ]
Back then... I asked you to trust me... And every day I find myself thanking every star in the heavens that you agreed.
[And for a moment, Kaede fell silent. But the wobbling softness in the Bond persisted, its own warm-edged answer. She switched her tail out of the way when Chariot moved, curled it around her back when the other woman settled on her lap, and her cheeks felt very warm under her Bonded's touch.
She'd worried, the first time Chariot touched her. Now, she couldn't get enough of it; the brush of the Witch's fingertips settling on her cheekbones, the softness of her palms.]
I don't give that to just anyone. [Trust was a precious, fragile resource in Kaede's mind. Hard to give, easily broken as porcelain. But Chariot hadn't given Kaede so much as a reason to doubt her, in all this time.] Be careful with it.
I always will... I'll cherish it as I cherish you... [ Chariot whispered, closing the distance between them bit by bit until she had Kaede's lips within her own, her love pouring through the Bond like a spout of sweet honey into tea, bringing with it that warmth and joy. She loved Kaede with all her heart, and counted herself as infinitely blessed to have found her, to be allowed to be with her like this. ]
[The kiss completed a circuit; each touch of her fingers against Chariot's shoulders, each stroke of her hair echoed back through the Bond as if Kaede were the one to feel those things. The love she felt for Chariot, and the love she felt for her, all blended into a cyclical whole.
There was no more room in her heart for anything else, right now. The lingering doubts, the guilt, had been chased away elsewhere. They'd be back, recurrent as the tides chasing the moon. But that time wasn't now.
Kaede pulled the Witch closer to her, less a possessive grasp and more a desirous one. More touches, alive and warm. More kisses sweet as wine.]
As Chariot's hair began to shift, from the slate blue to its natural brilliant crimson, she reached for the bottle that was in the picnic basket with a free hand, using a small spell to uncork it (she'd learned doing so with her teeth actually kind of hurt and wasn't nearly as sexy as she'd thought it'd be) before pulling from the kiss to help herself to a sip...
That she immediately shared with Kaede again, bringing their mouths together and letting the spiced, calming elixir hold them both, darting her tongue to catch whatever dribbled its way out. ]
[Kaede could feel Chariot moving, feel the echo of the rough texture of the wicker basket and the smooth bottle glass through her palms, the Bond, and to Kaede. She heard the cork open, felt the kiss break. But the other woman didn't give her much of a chance to settle back against the tree before capturing her mouth again, the wine sweetening the kiss physical instead of flowery metaphor.
The Chimera made a little surprised noise when the liquid trickled into her mouth, spiced and heady. And she shivered a little when Chariot's tongue traced the edges of her mouth. Kaede's fingertips twitched, the hand in the Witch's soft red hair curling against the back of her head and lingering there. She molded herself even further to her lover's body, providing a cushion against the bark of the tree and the roots beneath.]
[ It was a bold move, to be sure, but Kaede's reaction just inspired her to keep going with it, eventually parting her lips from Kaede's to continue following a particular trail of the spilled wine along Kaede's jaw and throat, and adding a splash or two to give her more to drink up from her bonded's skin.
This was... well more outdoors than she normally ever felt comfortable being intimate, but the tree was so important to them, and she wanted to make a new memory there... something that would last. And that also meant her other idea... ]
[The wine spilling down her cheek initially carried some fastidious worry with it; Kaede should clean that up, brush it away with a hand. But the trace of Chariot's mouth following it left sparks in its wake that made her forget to worry. She turned her chin to the side, exposing what was once an unthinkably vulnerable place to her Bonded's kisses.
Things would just be a bit messy again. But that was fine.
Without hesitation or so much as an interrupting misgiving, Kaede answered the request. She dipped her head, tugged back the collar of the Witch's shirt, and bit down on the spot where her neck joined her shoulder. The Monster's teeth were sharp, the gesture gentle.]
[ She wouldn't ask Kaede to do what she'd asked of Fang... not yet. She was eager to give Chariot the sensations she desired, after all, and the idea of marking her, scarring her, was probably too much for Kaede just yet. The bite was enough, just a touch of pain, but well more so wonderful pleasure that came from the love within it. She didn't mind tapping into her Bonded's wilder instincts... they're part of what made her special, so amorous.
Ursula reached again, this time for her wand. The idea of using her magic like this was... still so new to her, but still thrilling. Ribbons of light traced from the tip, rolling over both their clothes, soaking into the fibers and just... dissolving them away.
It was just a teleportation spell, thankfully. She wasn't about to ruin perfectly good clothes for something like this, but in the gentle light of her mana, they were eventually disrobed entirely... the both of them, two women as they wholly were, deeply in love. ]
[The sharp red pricks of Kaede's teeth echoed back through the Bond--the pain was nothing, for her, and a euphoric wave from Chariot quashed any budding worries of causing some grievous injury.
The Chimera felt the magic on her skin like tendrils of gentle, tingling mist. At first, she thought little of it--but then it continued, and spread, until it reached from fingertip to fingertip and left her feeling shivery. With her face still pressed to her Bonded's neck, Kaede couldn't see what precisely she was doing. But she trusted her.
The bark cut a bit more sharply than it had against Kaede's back as the Monster drew the mana into herself, feeding it back where she touched the Witch. She reached to tug Chariot's shirt back further--but found nothing there but the smooth curve of her collarbone. With a little surprised noise, she broke off the nibble to pull back and look--at Chariot, at all of her, without a stitch to hide beneath.
The sight, the warmth of their bodies twined together, the kiss of the muggy summer evening caressing bare skin--it took Kaede a breathless moment to take it all in.]
So pretty... [she purred, stroking a clawed hand through that crimson hair; a brilliant sunset just for her.]
[ Kaede's admiration was so bluntly honest within the bond, Chariot had no choice but to envelop herself within it, and feel her heart race within Kaede's gaze. Nothing could disguise her gratitude for so simple a comment, but also so honest a gaze. There was no room for doubt, and she allowed herself the right to feel beautiful and wanted, before Kaede, and showed her the same...
With Fang and Ramesses, she had been determined to "shine" as Shiny Chariot would, to give them a performance, but with Kaede that... pressure wasn't really there. But even so, her showman heart came through, and she couldn't help but letting herself literally glow, just a bit, for Kaede, highlighting them both in an aura of warm light. ]
Make love to me... [ She whispered the command, but it still had that weight to it, but the sort that was more like a pillow than anything heavy. ] I want us to make new memories here... to go right with the old ones. Memories that can stand side by side...
[Her mouth curved into a small, slight smile—but most of it reached her eyes instead. The seldom tapped, affectionate well in Kaede's chest flowed out and over, flooding her limbs until this form felt too small to contain it. And it was felt, and noticed, and appreciated, by the person she'd let into her heart.
The Chimera's hand shifted from Chariot's hair to her cheek, and Kaede leaned up to touch their foreheads together.]
Haven't I been?
[It wasn't a chide—a little playful spark flickered through the Bond next, alighting with the rest of the warmth and devotion and amorous magnetism.
This time, Kaede pressed forward harder into the kiss, her other hand settling tight to Chariot's lower back.]
[ This Kaede, this woman she adored with all her heart, had indeed been. Ever since they'd finally crossed that barrier together, they'd felt free and comfortable with each other's bodies, eager to please the other, to explore what they could do together, what inspired them. So in that sense, this was really no different, but... Chariot still wanted it to feel special.
That's where her magic came in. The glow wasn't just for show after all, but the mana had a pulse to it, something to lift those affections, to inspire them further. It was there to appeal to Kaede's instincts, to the part of her that was beast, that Chariot still adored. The part of Kaede that Chariot wanted to 'shine' with her. She wasn't simply being poetic when she wanted this to be memorable.
She wanted it to be special, novel, new, and especially wonderful. And she had just the magic to do so, letting it soak through into the Bond, and stoke its fires. ]
[That pulse of mana was a welcome warmth despite the summer evening; Kaede drew it into herself eagerly--hungrily, even. She could feel it, a wild energy straining at its tether. And at first, Kaede started to stifle it as she usually did during the Moonrise. But this time, it was...different. The wrong time, and with her Bonded. Unless...unless it had come from her...?
Oh.
Kaede broke the kiss, her clawed hand still curled closely against the Witch. There was no discomfort in the Bond, no lingering worries. Just a fleeting concern—and a question.]
Are you sure?
[Her voice was raspier, a step closer to a growl. Her gaze was sharper, more predatory—but clear.]
As sure as I could ever be. I love every part of you... and I want those parts of you, too.
[ It was slightly dangerous, of course, to play with those energies, to inspire them the way she was, but of course that look in Kaede's eyes just made her that much more certain. She wanted this, almost desperately. She had for some time... ]
[For a moment, something soft and wobbly came through the Bond. Chariot wasn't frightened of her claws, the teeth, the horns. She wasn't afraid of her, and all that entailed. Kaede didn't smile again, but there was a softness around her eyes and a gentle puff of her feathers.
Then, with that assurance, she let the tether loose.
That hinted-at growl started in her chest in earnest, softened with a purr that vibrated through the press of their bodies. While she still had a mind to, Kaede lifted her other hand from its twining in Chariot's hair to take the bottle away and nestle it against the tree. Wouldn't do to spill that.
The only warning after that was her grip shifting to get a secure hold on Chariot's back and shoulder before Kaede sat up away from the bark digging into her back, pressing against the Witch in an assertive challenge instead of a submissive recline. She brought her leg up between the other woman's own, pushing her down at the same time so Chariot could grind against her thigh. And Kaede leaned forwards again—not to kiss, but to finish the work her nip had started at the join between her lover's neck and shoulder.
She was careful, but methodical, pressing in with her teeth and lapping the bite marks by turns. She extended the mark, just a little—just to where a bruise could peek out over a shirt collar. And all the while she purred like a contented engine, he sound felt as much as heard.]
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And that the thing that stirred and thumped in her chest still worked.
She didn't remember what bench or even what street it was, but she did remember what tree she'd met Chariot from. Where she'd forgotten to let her go.
Kaede kept her arm twined with Chariot's as the walked—slowly—through the quieter streets that led back to the mansion. She knew the way like the back of her hand now, even after a few glasses. She knew how to open the side gate without it squeaking too much. And she knew that yipping sound was her hyenas catching their scent.]
Almost there.
[The Chimera hummed, her tail swishing in lazy motions behind her. A few petals still fell into her hair, from the crown of flowers on her head—and the other, smaller decorations haphazardly strewn in her antlers, little cuffs of flowers already coming loose, a honeysuckle vine woven in one of the tines that was in danger of losing another bloom every few steps. There'd be more within the property's walls, and a place to set down the covered basket hanging from the Chimera's other arm. It clinked and crinkled from within, from the bottle and trinkets, the snacks wrapped in paper. And more flowers spilled from under its lid—extras, in case they needed any more.]
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Kaede had become one of her treasures in a year's time. Part of her home, part of her heart, someone that inspired her to 'shine' again just as Fang and Ramesses had done. Kaede herself wasn't like the brilliant sun of Ramsesses or the piercing Morning Star of Fang... no, she was more like the serene moon, a light just as holy, but so much more gentle, so much more quiet and fragile and in that way precious.
A lunar light for her starry sky...
She wanted to celebrate that year, that love, the home they'd formed in each other.
So of course she remembered the place, and she had to stop when it came fully into view, squeezing Kaede's hands and just... pausing a moment to dwell in those memories, and how happy they made them both. ]
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A year ago, she had been lost; cut loose from those she once knew before the mirror, those who wanted nothing more to do with her, torn away from a world she was never meant to exist in. That, even more than her physical demise, was death. And even after she was given a second chance, with her sanity fraying, it would have been so easy to extinguish her mind in the wail of the Moons and the undying hunger of a lonesome Monster.
But things didn't end that way. Someone had found her. Someone who didn't let go either. Someone who'd grounded her, embraced her, loved her. Welcomed her home. Those gloomy thoughts vanished like rainclouds chased away by a spring breeze. Kaede leaned against her Bonded's side, letting the soft, affectionate warmth from the Bond in, and cycling her own fierce, gentle appreciation back.
After long, blissful moments, the Chimera drew in a quiet breath and let out a contented sigh. She nudged Chariot again, and gently tugged the Witch towards one of the side gates in the mansion wall. She lifted up the arm twined with Chariot's, hanging the basket on that instead for a moment, and fumbled a bit for the key to its lock.]
Watch your fingers. The hyenas like to nip.
[Ah, there it was. The gate unlocked, squeaked just a little on its hinges—and with yipping, tittering squeals, two sets of beast-green eyes reflected out of the long grass on the other side of the gate. They didn't make a rush for the outside, tumbling out of the grass to greet their owner cheerfully and the woman with her more cautiously. One with a ragged-looking ear, circled around warily to snuffle at Chariot, the other one sniffed curiously at the basket. Kaede swished her tail, lifting it—and the Witch's arm—up for a moment, out of easy reach.]
That's not for you.
[The sand-colored hyena tittered, pawing the ground. "Food! Food!" it said, more like a bark than words.]
I fed you before I left, you greedy thing. [Kaede chided, but with no harshness in her tone. The Chimera scratched its muzzle with no fear of the bone crushing jaws just beneath. The hyena not only allowed that, but butted its head up to her palm so she could scratch its ears, the food transgression forgotten.]
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It was the sort of charm that basically worked every time. ]
Hello... Do you think I could have Kaede to myself this evening? I'd be very honored if you allowed me that.
[ A soft giggle, scritching ears. ]
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The hyena under Kaede's claws broke away to butt up against Chariot's hand too, attracted by the magic. The Chimera chuckled.]
I think they like you.
[The hyena with the torn ear yipped something like "Yes! Like! Like! Yes!", and the second one's attention was snatched away by a passing firefly. The smaller sand hyena whooped and broke away to lope after it, followed shortly by the torn-ear hyena whirling about to play a part in the game.
Kaede stood, offering a hand to help Chariot up too.]
Do you want to go to the tree? Or to the house?
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The tree... it's the most meaningful place, right?
[ After all, Kaede's house wasn't... something she shared with her, the way she did that tree. It wasn't part of their shared memories. It was the seed that grew into the orchid of their love. ]
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It is. [Another nudge of shoulders, another gentle bump against the side of Chariot's head.] Couldn't forget it if I tried.
[She tugged the Witch's hand, shuffling slowly through the grass-lined paths. They had changed somewhat, with new creatures to tread new tracks. But the thing at the end of it, that gnarled tree, was the same as ever, towering silently over a barely tamed area. It bore a full growth of summer leaves that swayed gently in the dwindling evening breeze, and no new scratches were carved into its ancient bark.
Kaede found a comfortable place to sit amidst its roots, setting the basket down, then Chariot, then molding herself to her Witch's side. She gazed up at the tree's leaves—and a spark of surprised amusement rippled through the Bond.]
...you know, I think it's a maple tree.
[Kaede chuckled to herself, settling back against the trunk.]
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I think you're right... It's funny, I just... never looked at it before, this way. With the light glinting through the leaves...
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I haven't noticed until now, either. [It was a charming picture, what Chariot described.] And I fell out of it. [Not so charming—but soft.]
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Back then... I asked you to trust me... And every day I find myself thanking every star in the heavens that you agreed.
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You did.
[And for a moment, Kaede fell silent. But the wobbling softness in the Bond persisted, its own warm-edged answer. She switched her tail out of the way when Chariot moved, curled it around her back when the other woman settled on her lap, and her cheeks felt very warm under her Bonded's touch.
She'd worried, the first time Chariot touched her. Now, she couldn't get enough of it; the brush of the Witch's fingertips settling on her cheekbones, the softness of her palms.]
I don't give that to just anyone. [Trust was a precious, fragile resource in Kaede's mind. Hard to give, easily broken as porcelain. But Chariot hadn't given Kaede so much as a reason to doubt her, in all this time.] Be careful with it.
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There was no more room in her heart for anything else, right now. The lingering doubts, the guilt, had been chased away elsewhere. They'd be back, recurrent as the tides chasing the moon. But that time wasn't now.
Kaede pulled the Witch closer to her, less a possessive grasp and more a desirous one. More touches, alive and warm. More kisses sweet as wine.]
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As Chariot's hair began to shift, from the slate blue to its natural brilliant crimson, she reached for the bottle that was in the picnic basket with a free hand, using a small spell to uncork it (she'd learned doing so with her teeth actually kind of hurt and wasn't nearly as sexy as she'd thought it'd be) before pulling from the kiss to help herself to a sip...
That she immediately shared with Kaede again, bringing their mouths together and letting the spiced, calming elixir hold them both, darting her tongue to catch whatever dribbled its way out. ]
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The Chimera made a little surprised noise when the liquid trickled into her mouth, spiced and heady. And she shivered a little when Chariot's tongue traced the edges of her mouth. Kaede's fingertips twitched, the hand in the Witch's soft red hair curling against the back of her head and lingering there. She molded herself even further to her lover's body, providing a cushion against the bark of the tree and the roots beneath.]
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This was... well more outdoors than she normally ever felt comfortable being intimate, but the tree was so important to them, and she wanted to make a new memory there... something that would last. And that also meant her other idea... ]
Bite me... please...
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Things would just be a bit messy again. But that was fine.
Without hesitation or so much as an interrupting misgiving, Kaede answered the request. She dipped her head, tugged back the collar of the Witch's shirt, and bit down on the spot where her neck joined her shoulder. The Monster's teeth were sharp, the gesture gentle.]
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Ursula reached again, this time for her wand. The idea of using her magic like this was... still so new to her, but still thrilling. Ribbons of light traced from the tip, rolling over both their clothes, soaking into the fibers and just... dissolving them away.
It was just a teleportation spell, thankfully. She wasn't about to ruin perfectly good clothes for something like this, but in the gentle light of her mana, they were eventually disrobed entirely... the both of them, two women as they wholly were, deeply in love. ]
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The Chimera felt the magic on her skin like tendrils of gentle, tingling mist. At first, she thought little of it--but then it continued, and spread, until it reached from fingertip to fingertip and left her feeling shivery. With her face still pressed to her Bonded's neck, Kaede couldn't see what precisely she was doing. But she trusted her.
The bark cut a bit more sharply than it had against Kaede's back as the Monster drew the mana into herself, feeding it back where she touched the Witch. She reached to tug Chariot's shirt back further--but found nothing there but the smooth curve of her collarbone. With a little surprised noise, she broke off the nibble to pull back and look--at Chariot, at all of her, without a stitch to hide beneath.
The sight, the warmth of their bodies twined together, the kiss of the muggy summer evening caressing bare skin--it took Kaede a breathless moment to take it all in.]
So pretty... [she purred, stroking a clawed hand through that crimson hair; a brilliant sunset just for her.]
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With Fang and Ramesses, she had been determined to "shine" as Shiny Chariot would, to give them a performance, but with Kaede that... pressure wasn't really there. But even so, her showman heart came through, and she couldn't help but letting herself literally glow, just a bit, for Kaede, highlighting them both in an aura of warm light. ]
Make love to me... [ She whispered the command, but it still had that weight to it, but the sort that was more like a pillow than anything heavy. ] I want us to make new memories here... to go right with the old ones. Memories that can stand side by side...
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The Chimera's hand shifted from Chariot's hair to her cheek, and Kaede leaned up to touch their foreheads together.]
Haven't I been?
[It wasn't a chide—a little playful spark flickered through the Bond next, alighting with the rest of the warmth and devotion and amorous magnetism.
This time, Kaede pressed forward harder into the kiss, her other hand settling tight to Chariot's lower back.]
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That's where her magic came in. The glow wasn't just for show after all, but the mana had a pulse to it, something to lift those affections, to inspire them further. It was there to appeal to Kaede's instincts, to the part of her that was beast, that Chariot still adored. The part of Kaede that Chariot wanted to 'shine' with her. She wasn't simply being poetic when she wanted this to be memorable.
She wanted it to be special, novel, new, and especially wonderful. And she had just the magic to do so, letting it soak through into the Bond, and stoke its fires. ]
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Oh.
Kaede broke the kiss, her clawed hand still curled closely against the Witch. There was no discomfort in the Bond, no lingering worries. Just a fleeting concern—and a question.]
Are you sure?
[Her voice was raspier, a step closer to a growl. Her gaze was sharper, more predatory—but clear.]
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[ It was slightly dangerous, of course, to play with those energies, to inspire them the way she was, but of course that look in Kaede's eyes just made her that much more certain. She wanted this, almost desperately. She had for some time... ]
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Then, with that assurance, she let the tether loose.
That hinted-at growl started in her chest in earnest, softened with a purr that vibrated through the press of their bodies. While she still had a mind to, Kaede lifted her other hand from its twining in Chariot's hair to take the bottle away and nestle it against the tree. Wouldn't do to spill that.
The only warning after that was her grip shifting to get a secure hold on Chariot's back and shoulder before Kaede sat up away from the bark digging into her back, pressing against the Witch in an assertive challenge instead of a submissive recline. She brought her leg up between the other woman's own, pushing her down at the same time so Chariot could grind against her thigh. And Kaede leaned forwards again—not to kiss, but to finish the work her nip had started at the join between her lover's neck and shoulder.
She was careful, but methodical, pressing in with her teeth and lapping the bite marks by turns. She extended the mark, just a little—just to where a bruise could peek out over a shirt collar. And all the while she purred like a contented engine, he sound felt as much as heard.]
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