To See A World [midnite_runXLunarCinnamon]

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"What kind of tricks would they be if I told you? A poor mage I would make," Tane says with a chuckle, letting out a faint purr when she feels Gwen's finger tips at her nipples. It halts her, keeps her frozen in place. She savors the electric feel, the bolt racing up and down her spine, making the hairs on her arms stand on edge and her eyes flutter ever so slightly. Lips on her collarbone, Gwen's reddish hair in her face, that gentle hint of lavender. The waves of the bath splash with each of their movements, some falling onto the bathroom floor. Tane kisses her again, letting out a moan as Gwen twists her nipple with just the right amount of force, teetering on that bridge between painful and bracing. For someone who was inexperienced in the handling of a woman's body, the princess was a quick study.

"I do, however, have some tools I keep in my trunk. I don't get to use them often considering my work. A craftsmen in Shimmering Isles once sold me a toy that makes girls sing," Tane purrs with a wicked grin, leaning into to grasp one of Gwen's breasts in her hand, returning the favor by rolling the nipples between surprisingly dexterous fingers, giving it an insistent tug. There was a gap in their sexual knowledge, one exercabated by age. Tane was from an old lady, but she was no longer the brash young lady she used to be. There were many years etched into her body, told in between the scars and the long reset broken bones. In those years, Tane had a sizeable share of lovers, each one showing her something new, another kernel of knowledge she added. Like any skill, sex was something that could be learned, through careful attention and patience. Having certain tools helped as well; over her journeys, Tane had built up a small kit of toys and baubles.

Tane's free hand sinks below the water, trailing in between her thighs. Fingertips dance along the skin, finding themselves resting in the downy patch of hair just above her mound. Her head dips in low, tracing kisses alongside Gwen's jaw. Presses against the corner of her lips, moves up her cheekbones, as if memorizing how each contour of her face feels on her lips. The knight wants to carry her out of the bed, lay her down and lavish her with affection and whispered praises. Tane had never really known love, or love of this kind. Maybe pale shades of it, fleeting moments of intimacy, gone as quick as it came. To feel special and to feel needed. To have another look upon you with and see something of beauty, of worth. It almost scared Tane, as if Gwen was simply a trick of the light. If she were to blink, Gwen would be gone. It makes her grip on the elf tighten just a bit, praying she won't fade away with the flow of the water.

"Alas, that's a surprise for tonight. Good things ony come to those that wait, hm? For now, how about we actually get clean, yeah?" Tane finally pulls away, giving Gwen a quick peck on the cheek. With a grunt, Tane manages to shift herself around, her wide back facing Gwen. Scars streak down her back, a panoply of trauma. Water droplets run down the long healed wounds, like river water flowing through ridges. She flips her hair over her shoulder, the damp lacks hitting her back with a wet smack. "Do you mind washing my hair?" Tane's voice is low, hesitant, almost shy. The orc had never bathed with another person in such an intimiate space since her mother.

 

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"Toy?" Gwen asks, attention piqued as if she were a cat, eyes widening at the word. She could hardly fathom what that might entail, but she knew Tane was tight lipped enough as it was, she wasn't about to get any answers. The grin on her lovers lips sends a shiver running right up Gwendolyn's spine, leaving the red head equally red cheeked before she's pulled from her thoughts once more. Tane's fingers at her breasts leave her breathless, the Princess leaning into her touch, sighing as she pinched and tugged. The knight's massive hand slipped beneath the surface of the water to run up her thigh, teasing at the patch of fiery red between her thighs, simply resting there. Her lips ghosted along her skin, up her jaw to press against her cheeks, the Princess resting her hands on Tane's arms as she did this, tilting her head back just enough... until she pulled away.

Gwen nearly deflated, remembering to breathe again as she nodded her head.

Gwendolyn had only had the experiences she'd had with one man, one person in fact. Aside from that she'd been too busy, too young, too... royal... to really do much but focus on learning other things. She was much the opposite of Tane in that regard. She didn't have that knowledge, that experience. But it wasn't so difficult to learn, she'd always been a good student. Eager, happy to learn. She did what she enjoyed herself, though she picked up on the things Tane made clear she enjoyed, such as a little extra force put into playing at her breasts. She was happy to provide that. Playing with her tusks too... she had noticed the noises and the shivers of her body when she touched them, whether they were really that sensitive or Tane was just unused to people paying any mind to them, Gwen did not know... but either way, she was happy to indulge. She was a keen student, and she had been eager since she was young to lay with another woman. A lot of thought had gone into her approach, even if Tane had surprised her slightly with her endowments, still she didn't throw her off. Every little part of Tane was something Gwendolyn loved on a singular level, and all together? To form Tane herself? It was almost overwhelming. She'd fallen for this woman so quickly but it didn't feel at all that way. It felt slow, real... right.

The Princess watched Tane turn in the tub, water splashing over the side as she flips her hair behind her to fall against her back. Her hand instinctively reaches out to brush along her spine, appreciating now in the morning light the tone of her back, the softness. Long healed scars pattern her skin, leaving untold stories along the surface. Gwendolyn traces these lines, some deeper, more jagged than others. This is intimate in a different way, similar to when they had been on the dock. When Gwen had shared her story. These moments were romantic, wholesome, honeyed. Gwendolyn found herself the most nervous during these times, the most unsure of herself. It was easy to learn a person's body, to figure out what made them get off, what they didn't like. But to learn someone's heart was an entirely different story. Gwendolyn had never experienced this before, she didn't know what to do besides follow Tane's lead, or at the very learn follow what her own heart was telling her to do.

Swallowing, Gwendolyn sat up a little more in the tub, running her hands up Tane's back as she realized she needed to stand to properly wash Tane's hair. The Princess herself had never done this before either, though many times before she had had her own hair washed by others. She nodded her head, realizing Tane couldn't see her before speaking up, "of course". She looked about the rim of the tub, spotting a bottle of shampoo across from Tane, leaning against her to pick it up, reading the label briefly before nodding to herself.

Soon enough she was busying herself with wetting Tane's hair, lathering up the soap in her hands before running in through Tane's locks. She worked slow, easing her fingers through any knots or kinks, working them out with practiced ease. Her nails massaged at Tane's scalp, working the shampoo through her hair, finding herself humming quietly as she did. She ran her fingers along the shaved sides of Tane's head, making sure now to avoid them even as she focused much of her attention on her longer locks. Gwendolyn took her time, indulging a little part of herself that wanted very much to give Tane a proper massage. She would settle for her head... for now. When she finally finished, she rinsed the shampoo out attentively, careful not to leave any in before reaching once more to grab some conditioner, doing the same once more, finishing with rinsing it out.

When she was done, Tane's hair smelled of fresh flowers and shined in the light, sleek and vibrant. She continued to run her fingers through it before tugging gently, coaxing Tane to tilt her head back. Her hands moved to pet at her hair line, along her forehead before she leaned in to plant a kiss between her eyes, smiling down at her.

"'Love you," she whispered, her heart racing in her chest as she said it. So many times already they'd uttered it to one another and still she got butterflies, finding herself giddy and blushing every time it even crossed her mind, let alone saying it out loud. Still, she loved to say it. She'd never grow tired of saying it, over and over again, as many times as she could and then some. "Could you wash mine?" she asked in return, her long hair falling over her shoulder as she leaned in to press a kiss to Tane's forehead.