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My waking moments in this shadow-blessed land are filled with Shar's voice, but when I dream, Tav is the only one on my mind. Shadowheart lays in her tent at their camp within the Gauntlet of Shar, her eyes flicking toward the place by the fire where Tav is currently sleeping. Perhaps I need to satisfy those thoughts before I take my rest, so I can devote myself fully to Shar's final trial on the morrow. Her hands begin to move over her body. How would she touch me, were I to let her? She’s been soft, gentle even on our travels so far… but there’s a hunger I see in her eyes sometimes when she looks at me. She slides a hand over the curve of her breast, cupping it gently and squeezing through her clothes. She would do anything I wanted of her. Even without my asking, she brought me that flower. Her other hand drifts lower, sliding along her stomach toward the space between her thighs, fingers pressing into the fabric as she lets her thoughts drift further. Imagining the kiss they shared just a few days ago going further, Tav moving her lips, down her neck, pausing briefly at that spot right near the collarbone as Shadowheart arches her back in response, pressing closer against her. Then further. Her hands moving at the same time, reaching around Shadowheart’s hips and lifting her closer as her kisses pass her navel. She pauses again, eyes meeting Shadowheart’s and reading the invitation—no, the demand—in them. And then she continues, and Shadowheart can’t help but moan in response.
Suddenly there is a loud snap of wood shifting in the fire, and Shadowheart lurches in surprise as her illusion is broken and she snaps back to the present where she lays alone in her tent, without even the feeling of her god to keep her company. A wave of frustration fills her, and she's tempted to go out there now and drag Tav back into her tent to live out that fantasy for just the night... After all, who can say how the woman will feel about her after she completes the trials they have begun.
“Fuck it,” she mutters, “It’s not like I’ll be getting sleep anyway.”
Shadowheart doesn’t even bother re-adjusting her clothes or her slightly tousled hair before slipping out of the tent to find the Selûnite. Tav seems to have been awakened by the snap of the fire as well, or else has thoughts of her own keeping her up, because she’s sitting there in front of it, arms wrapped around her knees as Shadowheart approaches.
“Tav,” she says, causing the other to look up at her, “I’m sick of denying myself what I want, and I know you want it too. Come with me back into my tent right now, or so help me the Selûnite I sacrifice to become a dark Justiciar tomorrow will be you.”
Tav’s eyes widen in confusion and sudden concern. “What are you—”
Shadowheart reaches down to grip the collar of her shirt and pulls her into a fierce kiss. After a few seconds, she says again, her voice low and intense. “I said now, Tav. This is your chance to start acting on those looks I keep noticing.”
Shadowheart lets go of Tav and turns, walking back toward her tent, a moment of worry crossing her mind that turns to satisfaction as she hears the scuff of movement as Tav rises to follow her. She flips the tent flap open and turns around to watch as Tav enters, eyes moving up and down her body. Yes, she needs this tonight, needs to sate this feeling or she’ll never find proper rest again.
“Shadowheart,” she begins. “I know our gods—”
“No.” She silences Tav with a raised finger. “Tonight, in this tent, there are no gods, just you and me. And the only prayers I want to hear are those you whisper between my thighs. Are we clear?”
Tav swallows her words and nods, meeting Shadowheart’s gaze through the darkness of the tent. “Alright then. As you say.” She moves forward, still moving a bit uncertainly as she lifts a hand to cup Shadowheart’s cheek and pull her in for another kiss.
Shadowheart allows the gentle pull, but presses herself firmly into the taller woman’s body. Thoughts battle in her head, Too slow, I need more—no, just relax and enjoy this. But the hunger for more wins for the moment as she wraps her arms around Tav and pulls her down to the bedroll with her.
Tav makes a surprised sound through their pressed-together lips, but Shadowheart doesn’t allow them to break contact as they fall together onto the padding. Only after they’re both together on the ground does she break off the kiss, moving instead to Shadowheart’s neck, her hands moving without thought onto her lover’s body. She appreciates the sharp intake of breath Shadowheart makes as she moves down the other woman’s neck, her lips just barely brushing her skin.
There is a moment of pause as she reaches fabric blocking the way, but that is only a momentary impediment as she slides her hands up under Shadowheart’s top and lifts it over her head. Her arms tangle in it, ceasing their own exploration of Tav’s body, but this doesn’t matter. All that matters in this moment is worshipping the woman in front of her.
A soft moan escapes Shadowheart’s lips as she moves her attention lower, to one breast, and then across to the other, teasing at the nipple with a few flicks of her tongue before she continues down towards the core of Shadowheart’s heat. Once again, there is a short-lived barrier of fabric between her lips and Shadowheart’s body, but Shadowheart’s hips lift obligingly as she tugs down the sides of the fabric to expose her pussy to the tender kisses that make their way ever closer.
Tav pulls her pants lower with one hand and spreads her legs slowly apart with the other as she lingers for a moment and repositions herself atop Shadowheart. She pauses, her mouth close, but not yet touching her lover’s slick folds as she breathes in the scent of her arousal. Her gaze slides up the curve of her lover’s body before fixing on her face, watching and waiting for the response she needs to see in those eyes before she continues.
Shadowheart’s eyes are closed for just a moment as she savors the sensation, So close, yet so much better than I imagined. But when Tav pauses her movements just as she expected them to intensify, her eyes flutter open. Don’t you dare stop now. She looks down her own body to meet the gaze of the Selunite looking up at her from between her thighs, a knowing grin written clearly across her face even with half of it blocked from view with her own body. She lays there, where Shadowheart can feel her breath just barely tickling at her, but not moving. The built-up tension and frustration of the night intensifies for a moment as she glares down at the woman, a stray beam of moonlight slipping through the gap between the tent flaps to bring out the green in her eyes. Finally, she thinks to free her hands from her tangled top and take back control of this situation by pulling the other woman closer. “Tav—ah” she starts, but this time she is the one interrupted by a gasp of pleasure as she resumes her attentions, licking right at the sensitive bud of her clit.
A muffled laugh bubbles up from inside Tav at Shadowheart’s response, exactly what she wanted to see in her before she commits herself to continuing as long as she can continue to see Shadowheart’s body twist in pleasure beneath her attention. Tomorrow, Shadowheart will face that final trial and have to decide whether she can truly embrace her dark goddess, but perhaps this bit of light she can offer will help sway her to reconsider.