I didn't ask her why she chose who she chose. I explained what this kind of party was, and said she could choose anyone she wanted except for a few specific people. A couple of her choices have been a surprise.
I just... didn't know face-sitting wasn't something you'd want to do. I'd been hoping at some point you'd sit on mine. That's all.
Didn't mean to make this weird. Like I said - it's on me. I'm going to go work up a sweat with my rapier. I'll talk to you later.
[If that was a bait, Ianthe took it, switching to voice and starting to stalk across town to where she could feel Alina, rapier in hand.]
The fuck do you want from me? Huh? Yeah, I think face-sitting is hot. I like having a woman writhing on my face. Yeah, I wanted some day to pull you onto my face and get drenched by your cunt. Now I know you don't want that so I'm not going to do it..
Does she want to sit on your face? Did you even ask?
[ it's petty and immature, she knows, to compare herself to gilia. but it's just impossible to not feel her body twisting into knots with the thought that somehow it's alright that gilia has no interest in that kind of role, but alina isn't worth the same. ]
She loved every moment of it when I pulled her onto my face. You want the details? You want to hear about how she collapsed into the bed, unable to hold herself up, and made me real glad I can hold my breath for so long?
[Ianthe growled under her breathe, squeezing the rapier tightly, and a villager darted out of her way.]
The fuck does her preferences matter anyway? She's not you. If you don't like it, that's fine. But help me understand why you don't like it, cause it feels really fucking shitty to find out you'd rather just rub one out by yourself than fuck me.
[That's not what she said, but it's what Ianthe took from it.]
You said you it was too much effort to finish with someone else when you can just get yourself off faster. How the fuck am I supposed to take that?
[She shoved aside the next person to not get out of her way in the road.]
When we fuck, it isn't about chasing an orgasm. I can do that with anybody. It's about being with you. So if fucking me means something to you beyond chasing an orgasm, help me understand what's going on, cause I'm gettig real close.
[It sucks to be on the other end of projection, doesn't it? Ianthe was close enough to hear both the verbal yell and the psychic one, jerking the door open and stalking inside. She wasn't even aware of where they actually were. If she has flesh on her hand it'd be white-knuckled on her rapier.
She too started yelling out loud.]
I don't fucking care that you turned down the invitation! I care that you either can't or won't explain to me what the problem with it is! Which makes me think the problem is me.
The problem is that I'm not an accessory to your sex with someone else!
[ it bubbles out of her. ]
I don't want to have sex with Gilia. I don't want to sit on anyone's face. I don't want any of this, and you wouldn't stop questioning why, like there's something wrong with that, like that's something I have to do for you to want me.
[Ianthe stormed up to Alina and threw her rapier on the ground.]
If you'd just said that instead of being cagey about it, making it sound like it was the setting instead of the party itself, we wouldn't be here like this. The only thing you have to do to make me want you is to want me
[Her breathing was heavy, body tense. She was so angry, so frustrated, buzzing with too much adrenaline. She felt she was going to explode and didn't know if she was going to slap or kiss Alina. She tight like a spring about to snap.]
[ and there she is. alina doesn't even have the decency to feel embarrassed by the scene they're going to cause. she just bares her teeth, snapping right back — ]
You said you knew I wouldn't be interested. That was the first thing you said, but you still made me justify myself to you. So don't you dare blame me.
[She didn't stop until she was right in front if Alina.]
In response to your question! I thought it was because of everyone else involved. I had to make an attempt to change your mind. You said Gilia was wonderful. She wanted you there, so I--
[She balled her hands into fists at her side.]
How was I supposed to know what "the rest of it" meant? That's why I wanted to understand. You could have just fucking said you didn't want to fuck her. Not another question would've come from me.
Oh, now I'm at fault because I expected my friend to understand my feelings. [ her voice ticks up with her eyebrows. ] My apologies. I'll stop having them. I can see they're very inconvenient for your orgy.
[ she takes a deep breath. looks away. ianthe is right, of course. there's an effort here. she'd come back after they'd both tried to angrily shut down the conversation.
it's pettiness, really, that makes alina not want to be the most difficult part of this conversation, that makes her wrangle and swallow all her own immaturity. ]
Fine. I have never asked you to justify what you do and don't enjoy. No matter how many bones or how much blood was involved. I've never tried to change your mind. But you made me feel like I'm ... wrong, or asking too much, or — or that I have to do something I'm not interested in just to be worth being with.
[Ianthe finally let a small bit of tension out of her body, and she let her hand down to rest on Alina's shoulder. No grabbing, just there. She also stopped yelling.]
You can ask. In case you weren't sure. I don't want you to do something you don't want to do, but if I don't know... Alina, I'm sorry.
I thought it was inexperience. I've had to explain so much lately that I made a shitty assumption. Sometimes I'm pretty sure you enjoy something but you don't seem to like that you do. What do you want me to do in that situation?
[ she drops her gaze, uneasy, a sort of struggling press of her mouth that swallows something back. it's impossible not to think of aleksander, of the way he pressed her into the library desk, of the way he dragged her satisfaction out of her with an infuriating slowness that she would have never agreed to, but which left her boneless and satisfied in a way that she scarcely understood and certainly feared. ]
I don't know. [ she tugs on the braid hanging over her shoulder. ] I want you to know me well enough that the answer is to keep going. I don't want you to read my mind. I just want you to understand.
[Ianthe's hand moved to Alina's face, to draw her eyes back up.]
And I want you to give me firm boundaries. Tell me where your lines are and I'll color within them. Because without them, I'll do what I want, when I want, and where. I'm an insatiable creature that wants you every way possible.
So give me boundaries. Please. I'll respect them. And then I'll know where I can push and where to stop.
I just ... [ she lifts her chin, looks in ianthe's eyes, and her expression contorts as anger melts away to reveal the wound underneath. ] I just want to feel like I'm important to you.
[ the kiss is wrought with agony. alina leans into it, her hands finding ianthe's hair, pulling her in. clinging rather than holding. she feels pathetic and small and needy, but it hasn't driven ianthe away. instead, it's kept her close, made her softer.
it feels good. being not just wanted, but needed. it's an intoxicant. alina's lips part, slipping into it, and all her insistence on talking through anything starts to slip away. ]
[Alina grabbed and pulled her in, and a whimper slipped from Ianthe. Her arms wrapped around Alina, gripping her clothes at the back with a desperation in contrast to her usual control. Like she was afraid Alina would change her mind and shove her away. She'd been trying so hard to not tell Alina she needed her, not wanting to explain why or have her misunderstand, but how else could she express how important she was? Gilia might soothe her cavalier soul but it was the necromancer caught in the sun's gravitational pull.
Boundaries and wants were forgotten about with the parting of lips. Ianthe took it as invitation and deepened the kiss, wanting to taste and feel and just BE with Alina right then. She infused her muscles with thanergy and dropped her hands to pick Alina up without breaking the kiss.]
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Sometimes I need to remind myself not everyone likes what I like.
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Or is it because it's me?
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I just... didn't know face-sitting wasn't something you'd want to do. I'd been hoping at some point you'd sit on mine. That's all.
Didn't mean to make this weird. Like I said - it's on me. I'm going to go work up a sweat with my rapier. I'll talk to you later.
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Whatever.
Enjoy your party.
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The fuck do you want from me? Huh? Yeah, I think face-sitting is hot. I like having a woman writhing on my face. Yeah, I wanted some day to pull you onto my face and get drenched by your cunt. Now I know you don't want that so I'm not going to do it..
So tell me what the fuck you want to talk about.
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[ it's petty and immature, she knows, to compare herself to gilia. but it's just impossible to not feel her body twisting into knots with the thought that somehow it's alright that gilia has no interest in that kind of role, but alina isn't worth the same. ]
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[Ianthe growled under her breathe, squeezing the rapier tightly, and a villager darted out of her way.]
The fuck does her preferences matter anyway? She's not you. If you don't like it, that's fine. But help me understand why you don't like it, cause it feels really fucking shitty to find out you'd rather just rub one out by yourself than fuck me.
[That's not what she said, but it's what Ianthe took from it.]
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[ which is easier to litigate than to try to psycho-analyze her own sexual preferences. ]
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[She shoved aside the next person to not get out of her way in the road.]
When we fuck, it isn't about chasing an orgasm. I can do that with anybody. It's about being with you. So if fucking me means something to you beyond chasing an orgasm, help me understand what's going on, cause I'm gettig real close.
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[ it explodes out of her. she's not just speaking telepathically. she's shouting it, and it happens to telepathically carry. ]
I have never said that's all you are to me. Stop putting words in my mouth.
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She too started yelling out loud.]
I don't fucking care that you turned down the invitation! I care that you either can't or won't explain to me what the problem with it is! Which makes me think the problem is me.
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[ it bubbles out of her. ]
I don't want to have sex with Gilia. I don't want to sit on anyone's face. I don't want any of this, and you wouldn't stop questioning why, like there's something wrong with that, like that's something I have to do for you to want me.
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[Ianthe stormed up to Alina and threw her rapier on the ground.]
If you'd just said that instead of being cagey about it, making it sound like it was the setting instead of the party itself, we wouldn't be here like this. The only thing you have to do to make me want you is to want me
[Her breathing was heavy, body tense. She was so angry, so frustrated, buzzing with too much adrenaline. She felt she was going to explode and didn't know if she was going to slap or kiss Alina. She tight like a spring about to snap.]
That's all.
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You said you knew I wouldn't be interested. That was the first thing you said, but you still made me justify myself to you. So don't you dare blame me.
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In response to your question! I thought it was because of everyone else involved. I had to make an attempt to change your mind. You said Gilia was wonderful. She wanted you there, so I--
[She balled her hands into fists at her side.]
How was I supposed to know what "the rest of it" meant? That's why I wanted to understand. You could have just fucking said you didn't want to fuck her. Not another question would've come from me.
I can't read your fucking mind.
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For fuck's sake, communicate them to me. Don't make me read between the lines or guess, cause obviously I got this one fucking wrong.
Forget the fucking party, Alina. I'm trying here.
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it's pettiness, really, that makes alina not want to be the most difficult part of this conversation, that makes her wrangle and swallow all her own immaturity. ]
Fine. I have never asked you to justify what you do and don't enjoy. No matter how many bones or how much blood was involved. I've never tried to change your mind. But you made me feel like I'm ... wrong, or asking too much, or — or that I have to do something I'm not interested in just to be worth being with.
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You can ask. In case you weren't sure. I don't want you to do something you don't want to do, but if I don't know... Alina, I'm sorry.
I thought it was inexperience. I've had to explain so much lately that I made a shitty assumption. Sometimes I'm pretty sure you enjoy something but you don't seem to like that you do. What do you want me to do in that situation?
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I don't know. [ she tugs on the braid hanging over her shoulder. ] I want you to know me well enough that the answer is to keep going. I don't want you to read my mind. I just want you to understand.
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And I want you to give me firm boundaries. Tell me where your lines are and I'll color within them. Because without them, I'll do what I want, when I want, and where. I'm an insatiable creature that wants you every way possible.
So give me boundaries. Please. I'll respect them. And then I'll know where I can push and where to stop.
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You are important to me, Sunshine. I need you.
[Those last three words were whispered with a hint of rawness, and Ianthe leaned down to kiss Alina.]
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it feels good. being not just wanted, but needed. it's an intoxicant. alina's lips part, slipping into it, and all her insistence on talking through anything starts to slip away. ]
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Boundaries and wants were forgotten about with the parting of lips. Ianthe took it as invitation and deepened the kiss, wanting to taste and feel and just BE with Alina right then. She infused her muscles with thanergy and dropped her hands to pick Alina up without breaking the kiss.]
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cw: public sex (wherever they are)
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cw: body modification, marking (really wish autocorrect would stop making wasn't want)
cw: some gender fuckery abt body modification
cw: some vague genderfluidity, blood
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cw: discussion of bone insertion, coercion
(cw: oblique torture ref, light disability fetishizing, dubcon/coercion)
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cw: circumcision
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cw: DP
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(cw: dubcon refs, threesome talk)
cw: threesome talk, death threat
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Feels like a good end