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Cool air brushes lightly against Lycette's skin as she lay upon the bed, thin silk chemise her only protection from the chill; it doesn’t bother her at all, is soothing against overheated skin. Raven waves spill over the pillow, eyes closed and lips parted as images dance across her mind, Haurchefant hovering above her, pale blue eyes glinting in the soft moonlight. She swears she can almost feel the heat he radiates, despite him not being there.
Sitting up she pulls the shirt over her head before leaning back against the pillows, bare breasts exposed to the cool night air; her skin gleams in the soft, moon-tinted glow from outside and Lyce can easily imagine the low groan that leaves his throat at the sight of her, so vivid she could almost swear he had suddenly appeared as though summoned by her impure thoughts.
Teeth sink into her lower lip as a hand slips down her body, gooseflesh raised in the wake of the touch. Lycette's back arches at the first tentative brush of fingers to her inner thigh, sigh escaping though she tries to hold it in; it’s delightful, delicious, the way she can picture him so clearly--she has spent so much time studying his features that the imaginary press of his hand could almost be the real thing.
She shivers at the soft brush of fingers across her sensitive clit, still covered by the thin cotton of her smalls; it’s embarrassing, how aroused she is by mere thoughts of the elezen, imagining his large, warm, rough hands sliding so carefully up her thigh. A soft moan leaves parted lips as Lycette tilts her head back, phantom lips kissing the column of her throat, tongue dipping into the hollow where her collarbones meet. Doing something so audacious, so wanton, in her unlocked room where anyone—where Haurchefant— could potentially hear brings a flush to her cheeks, the rush of it making her toes curl and desire pool in her stomach. The idea of being caught excites Lyce, adds another layer to the fantasy she delves back into, calloused fingers replacing her own in her mind. A light touch directly to her clit has her shivering before it moves lower, dragging through the wetness that has pooled at the apex of her thighs.
Impatient at the slow pace her fantasy has set the elezen lets her legs fall open wider, arching her back with a soft whine as her other hand-- not my hand, Haurchefant’s hand-- moves to her breast, rolling a nipple between two fingers. The hand between her legs becomes more insistent, finger dipping into her entrance just as the hand on Lycette's breast gives a soft squeeze to the rounded flesh beneath it, gasp torn from her throat at the rough touch. She makes a mental note to quiet herself; anyone could pass by the window and hear, see the lewd things she's doing; it sends another shiver of excitement down her spine and she lets slip an even louder moan, thumb rubbing at her clit while the tips of two fingers press into her wet heat.
“Oh, Haurchefant...” she moans softly into the darkness of the bedroom, hips pressing up against the hand between her thighs, insistently grinding against the fingers there. The hand at her breast moves to stroke along the pale of her throat, drag of fingers igniting a fire beneath flesh. One pushes into her wet, tight cunt and Lyce lets out a loud groan, wave of pleasure washing over her and making her toes curl.
It’s so easy to imagine the spark of lust in his eyes, warmth of his lips against hers as his finger moves to stroke inside, another joining the first. Lycette whimpers softly as they brush against that spot, the one that has her seeing stars; the hand at her neck moves to clutch at the bedsheets below, fisting the soft cotton between slender fingers.
The fantasy picks up its pace, Haurchefant pressing hot, wet kisses down her flesh as his fingers move, stroking and teasing, drawing whimpers and stifled cries from Lycette's throat. She can feel the heat building, desire coiled hot and tight in her stomach, spreading lower to the place where her hand-- his hand-- touches. A cry is pulled from her as a third finger is added, stretching her more than she has ever been before; the sting is good, a new sort of pleasure despite the cry it wrenches and fantasy Haurchefant slows his pace, fingers stilling to allow her time to adjust.
When Lyce nods he thrusts back into her, gaze hot and heavy as it roams over her naked figure, lingering on soft breasts pushed forward by the arch of her back. Her breaths come harder now, quick and shallow as hips move in time with his hand, the rhythm set by his fingers. He touches that spot again and another soft cry of his name tumbles from parted lips, eyes snapping shut and lips falling open as pleasure pulses through her body, nerve endings alight as she finds release, fingers slowing as she chases the sensation to its inevitable end. “Haurchefant...oh, Haurchefant, yes ...”
Once she's managed to catch her breath again Lycette carefully pulls her fingers away, sitting up and reaching for the blanket; carelessly she wipes the slender digits off and flings it aside, shivering as the chill of the room registers, washing over still-tingling skin. Stretching languidly she grabs the shirt shed thrown to the side and slips it back over her body before settling into the warm comfort of the bed. Eyes heavy, body sated and tired from release Lycette burrows down beneath the sheet, one hand beneath the pillow and soft, satisfied sigh leaving her lips before she slips gently, quickly to sleep, into dreams full of pale eyes and gentle hands on bare, heated flesh.