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[eldorne_girl]

[Her room, their room - Josie opens the door, and Delia steps in as to the beginning of a dance. One step two, spin around with fully, heavy skirts and watch her lover shut the door behind them (not locked, never locked, locked means Delia can't get out, can't breathe)]

[One step two, and Delia curls her arms around Josie's waist and kisses the back of her neck]

Josie...[and her voice is huskier then normal, drawing the princess's name out on her tongue]

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[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Josie...

[just a breath of a name against the air as Delia shuts her eyes and clenches her hands and tries not squirm.]

[princessjosiane.livejournal.com]

"Shhhh." A finger falls lightly on Delia's lips, and Josie grins oh so happy so nice so soft and wonderful and she pulls the ties free, running her fingers over the revealed skin. She may not have knives, but just as much torture may be inflicted with hands and mouths, and Josiane leans to hold Delia still against the hard floor as she moves to prove that.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[shhhh, shhhh, little girl and with ragged breath Delia tries to do just that to best of her ability. She can't help but move, though, just a little bit]

[princessjosiane.livejournal.com]

Josie feels it and pulls back and her pink tongue peeks out from between her lips as she shakes her head no, no and starts to stand.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[she whimpers, eyes flaring open as she pleads,]

Josie, Josie, please...

[princessjosiane.livejournal.com]

"What do I get?" She stands poised over Delia, legs on either side of her waist, a grin painting her face.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

What do you want?

[she stays still, oh so still amongst the blood-red velvet, only her fingers moving against the carpet]

[princessjosiane.livejournal.com]

"You" she says and this is always the answer, always, but there's more, and she leans down and offers Delia a hand, a hand up, a hand up off the floor, and when she's standing, Josie slides the fabric down off her shoulders, down her waist, down.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[down so it pools at her long, dancer's feet with her petticoats and shift, down so Delia is left standing there wearing nothing but her wealth of chestnut hair.]

[princessjosiane.livejournal.com]

Josiane leans forward and takes a taste, must make sure that the drink hasn't spoiled, after all, make sure for a princess always makes sure and she comes up with a smile, oh so satisfied at what she found and draws a hand up Delia's side. The ties on her own clothes are only hastily fixed, and come apart easily when she pulls on them, and she smiles.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[a flash of daring, and Delia moves forward to put her hands on Josie's slender hips and a kiss on the dip of her collarbone]

[princessjosiane.livejournal.com]

Josie does not complain this time, and reaches out for Delia's arm, squeezing it, careless of her nails.

"Come" she says and leads Delia to the bed and holds up her arms, motioning for Delia to help her with the rest of her clothes.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[and Delia doesn't mind, either the nails or the tone. Josiane is a princess, only and beloved daughter of the king of the Copper Isles, and she is but a lady of a conquered House...]

[so, she helps shed her lover's clothes, but kisses and teases in her own sweet revenge for before.]

[it is their way]