[ there is something to say about their shared edges. about the expectation of heat, of searing pain. it's part of the reason yennefer found herself so easily drawn to this, the attraction and him and all that he brings with him when he's in her space like this. because of course there is the tension, of course he is good in bed, but yennefer has cast many out of her life and certainly out of her room who have had that and more. and yet here she is, calling him here, feeling herself smile at his huff of amusement.
he clinks their glasses, and yennefer feels his eyes on her as she takes her sip, and she holds his back in return. it's intoxicating, in a way, to know all that anakin holds under the surface of his skin, and to feel it drawn to her. him, his attention, his power, his focus - there is such a wave of it that it could be considered overwhelming, if she were the type to be taken down by anything of the sort. as it stands, she is more drawn to it than anything, hungry for it. the rush, the heat, the force...
it has not escaped her that anakin has all but entirely stepped into the same place she used to depend on for chaos. the same near-addiction to just the feeling. and as his grin turns wolfish, as his open hand slides under the neckline of her robe, yennefer does not move. it isn't that she stills, either, but rather she waits for him to push it a bit further, to slide down further under the fabric, to find what it is he's looking for - the fact she is bare under the fabric, hardly a surprise considering her call for him. ]
What are you waiting for, then? [ she takes another sip, lifting her chin ever so slightly for just a moment before she leans in to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, explicitly teasing. ]
[ He knows what she's waiting for, but despite his constant impatience, he doesn't mind drawing out this. The metal digits of his mechnoarm drag along the bare skin of her clavicle, pushing that delicate robe off her shoulder. While he can't feel things the same as flesh and blood might, the golden tips register the gentle pressure against her shoulder, the smooth and fragile texture of her skin. It's intimate in a way that others might not understand. Something that he explained to her at some point in the heat of another interaction much like this one. It takes a great deal more effort for the machine part of him to be gentle. To not press hard enough to bruise. It's all a simulation of feeling. Just a bunch of signals. He lowers his head so he can press a trail of kisses from the side of her neck and to her newly exposed shoulder. ]
I'm not waiting for anything, Yennefer. [ He lets his teeth scrape against her shoulder, quickly followed by his tongue to soothe the irritation. ]
Maybe I'm savoring. [ Anakin takes another sip of wine and takes hold of the tie at her waist, giving it a gentle tug so her robe falls open. He pointedly drags his gaze slowly over her frame. ]
Unless you're in the mood to be handled improperly. [ He waggles his eyebrows. ]
[ it's not that she tries to hide it from him, either. not really. what she wants, why he's here, what this is about. so much of their back and forth is a game, where she draws him along and tugs at the threads of his control, and he pushes right back. it's fun, it's exciting, and there are times where she is the one to trail him along and there are other times where she is the one who is the most impatient of them.
here, though, she hasn't quite decided what mood she's in yet. so as the cool touch of his fingers brush across her clavicle, she simply keeps her head tilted off to the side, lets the gooseflesh rise and spread across her skin. lets the temperature of her body rise with the feeling of it, at how much effort and focus he puts into it now. and then there are his lips.
her lips tilt up in a smile, a pleased hmmmmmm as his teeth scrape against her skin. ] I haven't decided on my mood yet. [ her tone is flat and casual as she lifts her arms to better let the fabric of the robe slip free of her, leaving her entirely naked before him, robed only in her dark curls and her choker necklace.
his waggled eyebrows has her eyes rolling, the glass back to her lips as she turns and moves to the bed, not quite looking behind her to see if anakin follows. she knows he will. ] But I could be persuaded.
[ While things remain complicated with them, this is anything but. It's a dance they've both been playing since he first started flirting with her. Lucky him she responded favorably. He reaches out to touch her bare skin, but before he can make contact, she's turning toward the bed. Anakin watches the sway of her hips greedily. Yennefer may not have decided what kind of mood she's in, but if he's good at anything, it's a negotiation.
He prowls forward, working to remove his own robes, tossing them over the seat at her vanity. Once he's behind her, he puts his hands on her hips to turn her to face him and pushes her to sit on her bed. Grinning, Anakin sinks to his knees, hands running up and down the tops of her thighs. ]
Then allow me, my lady. [ He nudges her legs apart, kissing a trail from her knee and up her thigh. ]
[ he is right about this - how this has never been complicated. this has been something that yennefer knows her way around, and has known her way around for years. but with anakin, it had started in the same way that it continues - she is drawn to him, to the chaos she'd felt inside him when they first met and even now when she doesn't have that to pull her; he is the end goal, rather than some larger game at play, and even after this has become more regular than not, she still likes the way she can feel his eyes on her as she turns to the bed. likes the feeling that fills the room when he prowls towards her.
she can follow his movements well enough even if she's got her back to him, can hear him drop his robes and as he closes the distance. feels his hands on her hips and she can't help the small quirk of the corner of her mouth, an amused look crossing her eyes as he pushes her back onto the bed and drops to his knees. runs his hands up the top of her thighs. ]
Hmm. [ the sound is approving as she leans back on her hand, spreads her knees to leave enough room for him. with her other, she reaches across to twirl locks of his hair through her fingers, thoughtful. ] I should ask how your fire magic is doing.
[ Being around Yennefer always throws him off balance in a way that is always exciting. He wants to feel everything all at once and only focus on one moment simultaneously. She reaches some part of him that he finds hard to connect to. It's difficult being vulnerable around someone- let alone a woman as powerful and connected as her. It would mean nothing to her to push him out of her life and move on to the next thrill if she so chose. She keeps him from getting complacent.
A hum rumbles at the back of his throat as her fingers twist through his hair and he can't help the brief urge to close his eyes and relish in it. He allows himself just a moment before getting to the duty at hand. Or he would, but her command disguised as a curious comment takes his focus and he looks up at her with what can only be seen as a pout. ]
I'd say there are far more powerful things I can do aside from conjuring up a little flame.
[ and it's why this works - because yennefer is everything you can feel, all at once. she is the highs and the lows, the explosions and the aftermath, all in a single moment. it's why she's pulls those towards her who are attracted to that chaos, why the people in her life are those who are more likely to explode when they're around her.
she refuses to be surrounded by people who aren't drawn to that outward explosiveness, even if those people appear different elsewhere.
anakin, though - he'd never been anything but chaos. anything but power. it was an intoxicating kind of attraction that brought them here, and what's kept her here even after.
the hum he gives sends a good sort of vibration up her leg, tugging a smile out of her as she watches, entranced momentarily by the enjoyment he takes out of her fingers in his hair, and she is still watching when looks up to her - all the answer she needs. one of her brow arches, but her hand does not leave his hair. if anything, she's pushing him towards her all the same - she knows what she wants, and he knows it too. ]
I'd say you should be able to handle both by now. So let's see it. [ she glances over her shoulder to the desk, then back again. ] I want the candles in this room lit, Anakin. From here.
[ She pushes him toward her despite her commanding quite the opposite and he retaliates by darting his tongue out to lick at her. It's only delaying the inevitable, but he doesn't want to confront one of his shortcomings right now. He'd rather deal with a different kind. ]
How about I make you see stars, instead?
[ The commanding tone she uses sends a shiver up his spine. Anakin knows what she expects of him, and loves when she takes charge by demanding things of him, but can't help but push back. So naturally, he pushes her buttons a bit more by putting off the command. ]
[ the feeling of his tongue, no matter how brief, has her releasing a pleased sort of noise. shifting the barest amount where she sits. she knows what he's doing, knows that he's avoiding the question, but two can play at this game. ]
We'll get to that. [ and her tone is commanding, yes, and maybe even vaguely entertained, but as the words leave her the hand she has in his hair tightens. holds him still where he is, inches away from where he knows she wants him. ]
Flames, first. [ a beat, and then her brow lifts. ] I'm waiting.
[ He grins, pleased with himself at the noise she lets out, though it's short-lived as her hold on his hair tightens. Anakin chuckles, but it turns into a hiss. They both know it's not too much. How long have they spent figuring out what drives the other to the brink?
There's not really a way past it until he gives her what she wants. He looks over to the candles and focuses. While Anakin had been studying a bit, he'd been more interested in keeping up his form with sword fighting. He waves a hand, willing a spark or something to show up without drawing on the Force. ]
I might have been neglecting my studies.. but I think my skills in other areas make up for it.
[ oh, she definitely knows where the line is. and that is because she has crossed it once or twice in their time together - but that is half of what this is, how easily they get under each other's skin, how addicting it is to push each other further, and further, and further still.
so yes, she does tighten her hold on his hair. and when he hisses, her brow merely lifts - waiting, not at all persuaded by the sound. and, as anakin attempts to do what she's asked and isn't able to, well. ]
Might? [ and her tone is that of a displeased instructor, though she doesn't let go of his hair. ] If you think your other skills will make up for it, I guess I'll have to see for myself.
[ Despite the fact that they're equals, he can't help but squirm at the disappointed tone her voice takes. It's like being chastised for slacking on his classwork when he'd rather practice saber forms all over again. He really hates how aroused it's making him.. but that's what Yennefer does- she gets in his head like no one else and finds things about himself that he didn't know were present.
It makes him all that much more in love with her. The look he gives her is definitely besotted. ]
Well, I haven't had a complaint yet. [ He raises an eyebrow. ] Unless I've been misinterpreting your passion.
[ that releases a kind of light laughter from her, catching the besotted look in his eyes and letting out something of a sigh as she lean back and arches into the bed. she's getting impatient, a kind of electricity feeding out under her skin at the promise of where this is going. ]
Not yet. But now I've got twice the attention on it, so let's see where your skills have landed.
[ because there is that feeling in her - of want, of wanting him, of the building sense that she needs him closer. there are a list of reasons this has worked out the way it has, why she continues to call him back time and time again, and this is certainly one of them.
though she has to admit, if only to herself, something about this evening feels a bit different. something about the heat building in her gut feels different. there's a want in her that feels a bit more visceral, so yennefer tugs at his hair again - this time a bit more tightly. ]
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he clinks their glasses, and yennefer feels his eyes on her as she takes her sip, and she holds his back in return. it's intoxicating, in a way, to know all that anakin holds under the surface of his skin, and to feel it drawn to her. him, his attention, his power, his focus - there is such a wave of it that it could be considered overwhelming, if she were the type to be taken down by anything of the sort. as it stands, she is more drawn to it than anything, hungry for it. the rush, the heat, the force...
it has not escaped her that anakin has all but entirely stepped into the same place she used to depend on for chaos. the same near-addiction to just the feeling. and as his grin turns wolfish, as his open hand slides under the neckline of her robe, yennefer does not move. it isn't that she stills, either, but rather she waits for him to push it a bit further, to slide down further under the fabric, to find what it is he's looking for - the fact she is bare under the fabric, hardly a surprise considering her call for him. ]
What are you waiting for, then? [ she takes another sip, lifting her chin ever so slightly for just a moment before she leans in to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, explicitly teasing. ]
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I'm not waiting for anything, Yennefer. [ He lets his teeth scrape against her shoulder, quickly followed by his tongue to soothe the irritation. ]
Maybe I'm savoring. [ Anakin takes another sip of wine and takes hold of the tie at her waist, giving it a gentle tug so her robe falls open. He pointedly drags his gaze slowly over her frame. ]
Unless you're in the mood to be handled improperly. [ He waggles his eyebrows. ]
nsfw??? in case that wasn't obvious???
here, though, she hasn't quite decided what mood she's in yet. so as the cool touch of his fingers brush across her clavicle, she simply keeps her head tilted off to the side, lets the gooseflesh rise and spread across her skin. lets the temperature of her body rise with the feeling of it, at how much effort and focus he puts into it now. and then there are his lips.
her lips tilt up in a smile, a pleased hmmmmmm as his teeth scrape against her skin. ] I haven't decided on my mood yet. [ her tone is flat and casual as she lifts her arms to better let the fabric of the robe slip free of her, leaving her entirely naked before him, robed only in her dark curls and her choker necklace.
his waggled eyebrows has her eyes rolling, the glass back to her lips as she turns and moves to the bed, not quite looking behind her to see if anakin follows. she knows he will. ] But I could be persuaded.
avert thine eyes
He prowls forward, working to remove his own robes, tossing them over the seat at her vanity. Once he's behind her, he puts his hands on her hips to turn her to face him and pushes her to sit on her bed. Grinning, Anakin sinks to his knees, hands running up and down the tops of her thighs. ]
Then allow me, my lady. [ He nudges her legs apart, kissing a trail from her knee and up her thigh. ]
looks directly at this
she can follow his movements well enough even if she's got her back to him, can hear him drop his robes and as he closes the distance. feels his hands on her hips and she can't help the small quirk of the corner of her mouth, an amused look crossing her eyes as he pushes her back onto the bed and drops to his knees. runs his hands up the top of her thighs. ]
Hmm. [ the sound is approving as she leans back on her hand, spreads her knees to leave enough room for him. with her other, she reaches across to twirl locks of his hair through her fingers, thoughtful. ] I should ask how your fire magic is doing.
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A hum rumbles at the back of his throat as her fingers twist through his hair and he can't help the brief urge to close his eyes and relish in it. He allows himself just a moment before getting to the duty at hand. Or he would, but her command disguised as a curious comment takes his focus and he looks up at her with what can only be seen as a pout. ]
I'd say there are far more powerful things I can do aside from conjuring up a little flame.
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she refuses to be surrounded by people who aren't drawn to that outward explosiveness, even if those people appear different elsewhere.
anakin, though - he'd never been anything but chaos. anything but power. it was an intoxicating kind of attraction that brought them here, and what's kept her here even after.
the hum he gives sends a good sort of vibration up her leg, tugging a smile out of her as she watches, entranced momentarily by the enjoyment he takes out of her fingers in his hair, and she is still watching when looks up to her - all the answer she needs. one of her brow arches, but her hand does not leave his hair. if anything, she's pushing him towards her all the same - she knows what she wants, and he knows it too. ]
I'd say you should be able to handle both by now. So let's see it. [ she glances over her shoulder to the desk, then back again. ] I want the candles in this room lit, Anakin. From here.
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How about I make you see stars, instead?
[ The commanding tone she uses sends a shiver up his spine. Anakin knows what she expects of him, and loves when she takes charge by demanding things of him, but can't help but push back. So naturally, he pushes her buttons a bit more by putting off the command. ]
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We'll get to that. [ and her tone is commanding, yes, and maybe even vaguely entertained, but as the words leave her the hand she has in his hair tightens. holds him still where he is, inches away from where he knows she wants him. ]
Flames, first. [ a beat, and then her brow lifts. ] I'm waiting.
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There's not really a way past it until he gives her what she wants. He looks over to the candles and focuses. While Anakin had been studying a bit, he'd been more interested in keeping up his form with sword fighting. He waves a hand, willing a spark or something to show up without drawing on the Force. ]
I might have been neglecting my studies.. but I think my skills in other areas make up for it.
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so yes, she does tighten her hold on his hair. and when he hisses, her brow merely lifts - waiting, not at all persuaded by the sound. and, as anakin attempts to do what she's asked and isn't able to, well. ]
Might? [ and her tone is that of a displeased instructor, though she doesn't let go of his hair. ] If you think your other skills will make up for it, I guess I'll have to see for myself.
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It makes him all that much more in love with her. The look he gives her is definitely besotted. ]
Well, I haven't had a complaint yet. [ He raises an eyebrow. ] Unless I've been misinterpreting your passion.
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Not yet. But now I've got twice the attention on it, so let's see where your skills have landed.
[ because there is that feeling in her - of want, of wanting him, of the building sense that she needs him closer. there are a list of reasons this has worked out the way it has, why she continues to call him back time and time again, and this is certainly one of them.
though she has to admit, if only to herself, something about this evening feels a bit different. something about the heat building in her gut feels different. there's a want in her that feels a bit more visceral, so yennefer tugs at his hair again - this time a bit more tightly. ]
Well?