Captivations
Summary: Alexandra makes Leliana feel the big gay and a big sub sometimes.
The sun had been hidden by billowing clouds of white when Leliana rose from the bed, muscles aching and knots popping. In the hearth, a bundle of amber flames withered back and fro, splashing light in a great swarm of orange and gold. Tears welled up in her eyes.
A soft patter danced along with the chirping flames; a soft, faint scratching that relented after a few moments before continuing once more. Holding up the coverlet and the blankets to her chest, Leliana’s eyes shifted toward the desk tucked into the corner of the Inquisitor’s bedchambers.
Sunlight did not slip it, the wood of the desk huddled into a dark and cold brown. But a candle flickered, dimly. Alexandra wrote in a seemingly different world, Leliana noticed. The way her hand glided over the page with soft strokes and twirls, as if she was heard a music that no other creature could here.
To Leliana, it was captivating, alluring, fascinating to watch Alexandra as she wrote. The way the softest hints of a smile grew with each passing word; the ease of her body, untighten and relaxed compared to the rigidness that she often proscribed Trevelyan when it came to her more authoritative moments. She was like a goddess of music, plucking away at the lyre upon which songs of heaven whirled about the chambers—but instead of a lyre, her instrument was the pen and the parchment. Notes were the letters that flowed into words; and words into a great symphony that threw Leliana into another world.
Peaks of light glided through the balcony doors, thin and waning and white-gold, but enough to cast Alexandra’s falling waves of black locks into a shimmering ebony crown glossed with gold, in a sort of heavenly majesty that Leliana never beheld. She wore a loss tunic, hints of pale flesh tantalizing hidden beneath the billowing fabric. Leliana swallowed. “Good morning, Alexandra.” She shifted, resisting the waking warmth at her core.
Alexandra glanced up at Leliana, the gold in her green eyes dimmed deeply, more pools of gold in meadows of green. Her smile has grown, plump lips revealing pearly white teeth. “Good morning, ma belle.” She pulled back, leaning into her chair, and slanted slightly to the side, sitting lazily.
Her golden-green eyes washed over the skin that Leliana revealed: down her neck, across her shoulders, toward her collarbone. She could still felt the phantom touches of the Inquisitor’s teeth digging into her neck. Her pulse quickened and the desire from before grew steadily. Leliana could not stop the words from leaving her mouth. “I’m sure you would appreciate a much closer view.”
Alexandra’s smile twirled into a hungry grin, eyes darkening, but somehow bringing out the gold vividly, flames burning bright. “I’m sure I would; unless, of course, my beloved spymaster wishes to great me in a different way.” Her voice became a low, velvety purr. “Come here.”
The blanket fell. Leliana did not remember when her grip had loosen. The warmth of the heart washed over her skin, but the hunger in Alexandra’s eyes rose the hairs at the back of Leliana’s neck and awoken gooseprickles across her arms and shoulders. “Yes, Inquisitor.” She rose, and Alexandra’s eyes soaked her in, her smile growing, but she still relaxed in her chair like a goddess upon her throne. Sometimes, Leliana believed, she was a goddess.
When she fell to her knees once she got between Alexandra’s legs, unlacing the black breaches and revealing her smallclothes and the near-glowing pale skin of her thighs and hips, Leliana decided that she could be very much a zealot worshipper, and make this goddess craft a new song for her.
And if there was a place Leliana would rather be, instead of being nustled between Alexandra’s legs, making her shiver and moan, but always feeling the apprasing stare burning down upon her like sunlight, she certainly didn’t know it.
