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Neve stood outside Luci’s bedroom, a small overnight bag over her shoulder. Luci had invited her to sleep in her room instead of on her desk or cot. Luci had found her fallen asleep on her desk, and promptly told her she needed to get an actual good night’s rest. She smiled thinking back to their conversation.
“Lucille Mercar, are you propositioning me?”
“Not necessarily. I just think you could use an actual bed, and there’s space in mine.”
Neve tilted her head. It was a good idea. “Honestly, Luci, that sounds really nice. But I hope you understand I’ll often need to get up in the night to work and I don’t always sleep the best.”
Luci just nodded. “Yeah, I thought about all of that when we started dating. Besides, I know a few ways to help you with sleeping soundly.” Luci winked at her. “And what would those be?” Luci leaned forward onto Neve’s desk, kissing her quickly.
“Well, massages. I know you like my strong hands.” Neve hummed. She did. “Then, there’s of course, reading to you. After all the work I put into it, I quite like my voice.” It was a good voice. “I know a recipe for a herbal tea that helps with sleep.” Neve hated tea, and she knew her woman did too, but she appreciated the offer regardless. Luci reached over, tracing a finger under Neve’s chin and her voice dropped even lower than normal. “And of course, certain… rigorous bedtime activities.”
Neve closed her eyes, loving the way Luci’s calloused finger felt trialing along her jawline. “Any ideas, Trouble?”
The finger retreated and Luci’s voice returned to its usual low octave, losing the sultry tone. “Always. But I think you could use sleep more than being regaled of my ideas right now.” Neve knew she was right, of course. She usually was.
“Okay Trouble. You make a compelling point. I’ll sleep in your room.”
Neve adjusted the overnight bag over her shoulder. She’d move more of her things over in the morning. Standing at her woman’s door like this, she thought back to that night they had shared in Luci’s apartment. She smiled to herself, and knocked.
Luci opened the door, but she wasn’t wearing an elaborate dress like that night, simply her smallclothes and a large shirt over her torso. She smiled, letting Neve in. Neve took in the shape of the meditation chamber turned bedroom. The green couch had been moved to the side, and a large bed now occupied the middle of the room. A shaving mirror and a set of broken chains sat on a bedside table, and a well worn copy of Hard in Hightown. Neve’s breath caught in her chest. She knew Luci must miss her friend, and likely considered herself responsible for his death, but she never mentioned it, dealing with it stoically, like Neve might.
The fish tank had curtains drawn over it, preventing the blue light from seeping into the room while Luci, or the both of them she supposed, now that she’d be staying here. Neve wondered for a moment if they had been manifested by her woman’s desire not to sleep under the light. There was an ajar door to the side of the room, leading to a private bathroom. It was a beautiful room, and as she took in more, she saw many more personalisations, including several decorations from Tevinter.
“Well, you’ve certainly made this place yours.” Luci came up behind her, wrapping her arms around her middle and kissing her on the cheek.
“It’s ours now, if you really want.” Neve’s heart skipped a beat, but she didn’t protest, simply placing her hand on Luci’s cheek. She turned out of her grasp, and kissed her, pushing her towards the bed gently. The back of Luci’s knees hit the bed, and her back hit the mattress. Neve kept kissing her, but stopped as she was lifted slightly, away from those soft lips she craved.
Luci looked into her eyes. “Not tonight, Neve. You need to rest.”
Neve nodded. She was right. Besides, she had used the kisses to bury the feelings bubbling in her chest, always threatening to take their way out. Kissing was so much easier than talking.
She rolled off of Luci, sinking into the soft mattress. She took off her prosthetic first, stripping down to her smallclothes, and pulled the sheets over herself. Luci followed suit, after extinguishing the candles in the room. She turned away from her once she had taken to her side of the bed. Neve wanted her closer, regardless. “Luci?”
“Yes, Neve?”
She swallowed. “Can you hold me?” It sounded small when it came from her mouth, almost scared, but she needed the reassurance that she was here, that she was protected.
“Of course.” Luci rolled over, her hands coming to rest around Neve’s torso, just like they had moments before. She pulled her close, shaping her body around Neve’s. “I’m not going anywhere, Neve. I’m right here.”
Neve shuddered. “Thank you.”
She took a moment. Something had been nagging at Neve for a while, something about the relationship between the two of them. “Does it ever bother you?”
“Does what ever bother me?” Luci responded as she nuzzled against the back of Neve’s hair, taking in the smell of Neve’s hair.
“The gap between us. In age, I mean.”
“No. Does it bother you?”
“No, but just, wouldn’t you rather a woman closer to you in age?”
Luci pressed a kiss against the back of Neve’s head. “I want you, Neve. We’re both consenting adults, and you’re no less beautiful or incredible just because you’re older than me.”
Neve could tell she was blushing, glad for the darkness of the room and Luci being unable to see her face. “Thank you, Trouble.”
Luci snuggled her nose into Neve’s neck. “You smell nice.” Neve almost scoffed at that. She smelt of bad coffee, ink, and sea air. It wasn’t a particularly good smell, and she hadn’t had a chance to bathe in a couple days. Why Luci thought she smelt nice escaped her, but this woman continued to surprise her every day. The last thing that went through her mind before sleep claimed her was how nice it felt to have her woman molded around her like this.
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She wasn’t sure where she was, only that she needed her hands on the woman beneath her. She squirmed and whimpered as Neve ran her hands down her familiar stomach, taught and strong. She trailed her hands down through the thatch of red hair at the apex of her woman’s thighs, listening to her whine as she ran a finger through dripping, needy folds. She entered her, but not with her fingers or tongue, as she was used to. A presence between her own legs, one that should be unfamiliar but felt all too right in the dream, and they moaned together as she felt the way her woman’s walls clenched around her new appendage. She began thrusting, loving the way she dragged along her woman’s walls and the way she squirmed and begged and keened at her. She continued, watching her woman’s back arch higher than she thought possible as she spilled inside her, moaning together as the scent of sex filled the room.
Neve’s eyes opened and the first thing she noticed was the sticky wetness between her thighs. It wasn’t uncommon for mages to have vivid dreams like that, but she hadn’t dreamed that kind of situation so vividly since she was far younger. It was embarrassing, but she couldn’t banish the dream from her mind. They’d had sex several times before, but she wanted to be inside Luci, just like she was in the dream. The next thing she noticed was that the warmth and calming presence of the subject of her dream was no longer wrapped around her, and the other side of the bed was empty. She rolled over, trying to ignore the wetness between her legs and saw her woman across the room, considering her seemingly infinite wardrobe.
Neve stretched, letting out a pleased hum as she realised how well rested she was, vivid dreams aside. At the noise, Luci turned around, smiling. “Good morning, my dear detective. Sleep well?”
Neve nodded, trying to not think about the way she had been in her dream. “A lot better in your arms, Trouble.”
Luci moved closer to her, giving her a quick kiss. “You okay, Neve? You seem a bit flushed.”
Damn. “I’m fine. I just had a very vivid dream.”
Luci tilted her head in that way Neve liked, it reminded her of an owl or a cat, trying to understand something from an angle as if that provided any answers. It was adorable. “Oh okay. You know, you could talk to Emmrich about it if it’s a concern, he is an expert on the Fade,”
“No! I mean, no. I’ll be fine, really. I just slept well and had a strange dream, that’s all. What’s the plan for today?”
Luci still seemed concerned but didn’t press her. “There’s something Viper needs us for in Dock Town. I was going to take you, naturally and Bellara. I know she’s itching for a caper.”
Neve nodded, she wanted to go to Dock Town anyway, pick up the object that had occupied her thoughts since she had woken up from her apartment.
“We’ll leave in an hour, take your time getting ready, feel free to use my bath.”
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The errands in Dock Town turned out to be yet another attempt by Venatori to take slaves, which was put down quickly and with extreme prejudice on their part. As they headed back to the Lighthouse, Neve announced she had to run a quick errand and would meet them back at their base. Neither Rook nor Bellara questioned it, and she was free to get inside her small apartment. Leaning down under her bed, she pulled out a wooden box, plain and unadorned. She was more interested in what was inside, the object inside bringing back fond memories. She’d last used this with Rana, she thinks, before her, a fevered night with Maevaris. Before that, her mind drifted to a girl she had bought an oil lamp for years ago. It was a well used toy, and she ached to see the way it disappeared inside the elf. She took the box, ready to make her dream a reality.
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Neve didn’t have time to change out of her coat or take off her fascinator when she arrived at the Lighthouse, only place the box on a table in Luci’s room, before she was called to dinner. It was a simple stew, prepared well by Davrin. They ate, but Luci announced that she needed to leave early to respond to some missives in her room. Neve went to the room later, still wearing her coat, deciding that she would likely undress in there anyway, if things went according to plan.
She opened the door, seeing Luci reclining on the bed wearing… oh, Maker. She was, in fact wearing very little, save for a set of red lingerie the same shade as her hair. The brassiere was simple in the way its straps held it up, but that was where the simplicity ended. The cups were lacy, a pattern that Neve couldn’t focus enough to identify framing her breasts and nipples. Underneath, a corset enclosed around her ribs, held in place by several clasps, with straps reaching down to her panties. They were no less simplistic in their design but Neve couldn’t be bothered to look at the pattern, instead looking at the way an opening in front framed the red curls of Luci’s mound. Finally, this ensemble was completed by a sheer fabric dressing gown, laying around Luci as she reclined against the pillows.
“Hello, Neve.” Neve was at a loss for words as the younger woman began to crawl on her hands on knees across the bed towards her as she stood dumbfounded by the door. “Lock the door, will you?” It took a moment for Neve to register the question (or was it an order?) and she reached behind her to lock it, unable to take her eyes off of the woman in front of her.
Luci padded closer, still on her hands and feet. “What’s in the box, Neve?” Her voice was sultry and excited. Had she planned this? Neve took a deep breath.
“It’s a… a toy I wanted to try using on you. Did you have a look?”
Luci smirked, lifting only onto her knees for a moment to stretch, arms above her head, toned stomach becoming taut like a bowstring. If Neve had more access to thoughts that didn’t involve this woman in the immediate and soon, she would have compared it to a cat stretching. “No, but I had my suspicions. You dreamt about me last night, didn’t you?”
Neve was unused to her woman being this commanding, this in charge. She was not complaining.
“How did you know?”
Luci rolled her neck, letting her hair cascade over her chest for a moment, before sweeping it back over her body. “I don’t need to be a detective to figure that one out, my dear. What was I doing in this dream?”
Neve took a step forward. She took the box from the table next to her, and moved forward. “You were underneath me.” Luci hummed a noise of what Neve hoped was approval. “I was… in this dream I had a… I was inside you.”
Luci dropped back down onto her hands and knees. “Ah. And you needed to make this dream a reality?”
Neve, breathless and aroused beyond reason could only respond with a whispered “Yes.”
“Good. Take off your clothes and come here. Oh, and leave the fascinator on. I want to see the way it frames your beautiful face as you fuck me.”
Neve didn’t have it in her to respond, only complying once she was close enough to sit on the bed to take off her prosthetic, keenly aware of Luci right behind her, breathing on her neck.
“Leave the scarf on, too. I just had an idea.” Neve shuddered at what ideas might be running through Trouble’s head right now, but complied with her commands.
Once she was ready, the required items of clothing still on, she reached to open the box but was stopped as Luci’s warm hand gently grabbed her wrist. “Not yet, detective.” She took Neve’s wrist, placing her hand against her hip. ‘You’ve yet to tell me how amazing I look in this.” Neve couldn’t think, could barely form words, breathing heavily. She traced her hand against Luci’s hip, trying to form a response.
“Lucille, I…” She surged forward kissing her woman. “I don’t think I can find the words to tell you how beautiful you are right now.” Luci smirked.
“That’ll have to do. Put it on, detective, then lie back for me. This one can feel, yes?” Neve could only nod. “Good.”
Neve opened the box, and regarded her old friend. It was teal of course, held by simple leather straps. It curved slightly, and opposite its length was a piece designed to rub against her folds and clit, and use magic to transfer the sensations of the piece, once the enchantments were activated, to her. She pulled it on, relishing the familiar weight. With a simple touch of her fingers, the enchantments activated. She hissed, as the facsimile of the sensations of a new sexual organ joined the soaked arousal of her own. She lay back against the pillows, adjusting her fascinator so it stayed on her head but wouldn’t poke against the pillow.
Luci straddled her, her lingerie rubbing against Neve’s cock as she leaned over her, using two fingers to slowly, agonisingly slowly pull Neve’s scarf away from around her neck, holding it up in front of her face. “Neve, I’d like to use this to tie your hands to the headboard. Are you okay with that?”
“Yes. Please.” Luci took both of Neve’s wrists in one of her calloused hands, tying them together around one of the posts of the headboard. One end of the scarf was within reach of her fingers.
“If you need to stop, or want me to untie you, just ask. But if you really need to be untied, just grab that part with your fingers and pull, okay?”
Neve nodded. Luci smiled, and began descending her way down her body, nuzzling a sharp cheekbone against Neve’s cock, like how a cat might nuzzle against a human. She maintained eye contact as she dragged her tongue up Neve’s length, before circling it around the head. Neve moaned, quietly at first but quickly gained volume as Luci took her inside her mouth. She sucked as her tongue rested against the underside, licking as much as she could in the limited space. Luci bobbed her head back up so she was only taking the head, keeping full eye contact all the while.
She continued like this for a few minutes, Neve trying to keep her eyes on her woman despite every nerve in her body telling her to roll her head back. Luci’s left hand stroked her thigh, while her right disappeared underneath her and Neve began to hear the slick sound of the younger woman touching herself. Neve felt a building pressure in her gut, coiling around the addition, and yelled wordlessly as she felt her gushing wetness be gathered by the magic of the cock, spilling into Luci’s mouth.
Luci pulled off, still touching herself, Neve mesmerised by the way that hand disappeared inside the lingerie. Using her left hand to study herself, Luci leaned down, giving Neve’s length one last lick before she ceased all movement.
“Look at you,” she crooned as she shrugged away the sheer nightgown, “so pretty beneath me.” Neve shuddered at the praise. Luci undid some of the clasps on her brassiere, revealing her breasts partway and discarding her soaked panties over the side of the bed.
“How are you doing, Neve?” Neve took a deep breath.
“I’m just fine, Trouble. I’ll be better once I’m inside you.”
Luci smirked, and lined up the head with her entrance. “You follow orders so well, we should do things my way more often.”
Neve wanted to respond in the affirmative, to make some quip, but could only moan as she felt Luci’s tight walls enclose her. Luci took a second to situate herself on the cock, breathing hard, the beginnings of tears in her eyes. Neve knew that they were tears of joy. The first time they had sex, Luci had cried then, too. Later she had told her that it was from gender euphoria, that she could feel that way after so long feeling wrong and broken. Neve wanted to keep her woman feeling like that, happy and content with herself.
“You okay, Trouble?”
“Oh, I’m feeling fantastic, Neve. I just need a second before I start moving. Want me to untie you?”
“No, not yet. I like it like this.” Sensing a moment to be mischievous, Neve rolled her hips, causing Luci to moan and steady herself against Neve’s shoulders. Luci smiled, part mischief and part genuine joy in the way her lips revealed her teeth and those sharp elven canines.
“Do that again.” Neve rolled her hips again, relishing the way the toy dragged against her woman’s walls and the way Luci’s lips parted in that smile again. “Now, you’ll only do that when I say, okay? Just keep still, for now.” Neve shuddered, but nodded, especially as she felt her woman’s calloused hands lay on her hips, gentle, but ready to keep her in place if need be.
Luci began to lift herself up off of Neve’s cock and it took all that remained of her willpower not to chase the sensation of her walls with her hips, but was rewarded for keeping still by Luci dropping back down, enveloping the whole of Neve’s length with her again. “You really did keep still. Well done, Neve.”
Luci’s hands trailed up from Neve’s hips, leaving behind goosebumps as they reached her breasts. She began kneading slowly, lazily bouncing on Neve. It was slow, too slow for Neve to ever reach a peak but she knew that she needed to stay still. Luci had told her to, after all.
After a few minutes of teasing Neve with only the slightest movements, Luci suddenly started moving in earnest, bringing forth a surprised gasp from Neve that turned into a drawn out moan as those calloused hands starting pinching and pulling at her nipples. Luci leaned in close to Neve’s ear, biting at the lobe and licking along the shell. She whispered right into that same ear “You can move now.”
Neve needed no further encouragement, thrusting her hips up as best as she could, trying to time it with the way Luci raised and lowered herself on her cock, with what little brainpower she still had left. She threw her head back, but that only dislodged her fascinator, covering her eyes. Without stopping her movements, Luci leaned down, adjusting it back into position. “Keep your eyes on me, Neve. I’m right here.” Her hands lightly gripped Neve’s jaw, directing her gaze to where Neve’s cock disappeared inside her woman. Even through the veil of her fascinator, it was an incredible sight.
Luci continued, telling Neve how well she was doing, how pretty she was. Neve squirmed, trying to keep time with the vigorous movements of her woman, but she couldn’t focus on her movements as a coiling in her gut took shape once more, her full bodied breaths making it hard to keep her gaze, but she tried regardless. Luci slowed herself, pupils so blown there was no trace of those emerald irises Neve so admired. She leaned down again, inserting her canine teeth in the side of her neck. Neve moaned louder than she had all night, but would soon be outdone as Luci pulled out her teeth and whispered in her ear.
“Together, Neve. We’ll do it together.” Neve let go at that, the coil in her stomach unwinding as she saw stars and her cock spilled inside of her woman. Luci, for her part gushed around Neve, moaning loud enough to wake the dead as she rode it out, clenching around Neve’s cock tighter than she had before all night.
Both panting, Luci collapsed across Neve’s chest. “You did very well tonight, detective. Now, you’ll investigate me one more time, but just, just give me a moment.” Neve nodded. She needed a moment too, but wanted nothing more than to finish the night fulfilling her dream, Luci squirming underneath her again. Luci trailed her hand up Neve’s arm, untying the knotted scarf around Neve’s wrist. She kissed her lazily. “Whenever you’re ready, Neve. Just make sure the fascinator stays on while you flip me.”
Neve nodded again. “You really like giving orders tonight, Trouble. Any reason in particular?” Luci pressed a kiss to the mole on Neve’s chest. “You’ve had so much on your mind lately. I do love it when you’re in charge, don’t get me wrong, but I like giving orders too. And you needed some time to just not think.” Neve didn’t flinch at that word, she was too focused on the sentiment from her woman. She was feeling better, and she had had a truly good night’s sleep the night before, safe in Luci’s arms.
She kissed her languidly, before flipping them both in a sudden surge of adrenaline. She somehow managed to keep the fascinator situated on her head. She looked down at her woman beneath her, a wicked smile across her face. “Now, take this bra off. Once that’s done, pin my wrists above me with your hands and fucking ravish me.” Neve immediately complied, her hands fumbling with the remaining clasps. She was so intent on it she didn’t realise she was still inside the younger woman until she felt her mischievously clench around her. Not to be dissuaded, Neve managed to undo the bra, pulling it off as Luci raised her back to kiss her.
She grabbed Luci’s roaming hands by the wrists, pinning them above her. “That fascinator really does frame your face so well, Neve.” She kissed her again, and started thrusting into her with as much energy as she had left, none of which was left for any sense of decorum. It was animalistic, primal, even. Each thrust was accompanied by a breathless “Yes!” from her woman that spurred her on until she finally felt herself spill inside Luci one last time. As she did, Luci’s back arched higher than she thought humanly possible, whispering a word Neve didn’t recognise. “Vhenan.” She didn’t know what it meant, but she didn’t care.
Neve stopped moving, soaked in sweat and slick, her own and her woman’s. She pulled out, trying to ignore the needy whine that came from the younger woman as she did. She removed the toy, deactivating the enchantment. Tossing it over the side of the bed to be dealt with later, she took off her fascinator and dropped it into the pile of clothes on the floor. She lay back down next to Luci.
“Thank you, Trouble. That was… I’ve never really been ordered around like that. It felt good.” She took Luci’s hands in hers and pressed a kiss to her cheek. Luci looked over, smiling.
“And you took my orders so well, detective. Now, if you give me a moment, I have some towels on the bedside table.” Neve looked over, surprised. She hadn’t noticed them when she came in. Luci chuckled. I figured you didn’t see them. You were distracted.” She was.
“Where did you get that outfit from?”
Luci whistled wistfully. “Ah, that was a purchase from before I started travelling with Varric. Hadn’t had a chance to properly wear it until tonight though.”
“I’m glad you did.” Neve reached over to the towels on the bedside table, a bowl of water beside them. She handed one to her woman, and they cleaned each other up of the sweat and slick and spend on each other. Once that was done, they embraced, and kissed, falling into bed and sleep together. Luci held her that night, as she had done before, and Neve hoped, despite herself, that there would be many more nights where she was held like this by her.