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[nerdanel_the_wise]

[OOC: This piece is being used, but it is part of Path Not Taken. As Mary Anne absorbs the power of the tarot in small ways, she sees the paths, can see the various outcomes. This is NOT Millicanon. It is a VISION, and ONLY a VISION. It is a WHAT IF only thing. Nothing more. Námo and Nerdanel IC have no knowledge of these events. They weren't there for them, technically.]


The library is large, bright, full of windows and books. There are comfortable, worn chairs and sofas scattered around the room, and half-finished books left on the tables.

Nerdanel closes the door, taking Gabriel from Mary Anne, and looks beyond her to the tall, gangly youth that looked very much like her.

"Nelyo, please take Gabriel outside? Play with him?"

Maedhros smiles, accepting his brother into his arms, and after casting an interested look at the human, slips from the room while Gabriel yammers at him about the Bar.

Nerdanel sighs, leaning against a nearby table, and looks at Mary Anne. "Welcome to my home."

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[namo]

Because she doesn't pull away, he doesn't let her go.

"I think I have done to worst I could have."

He dips his head to her lips, kissing her softly.

[song_tra_bong]

he is not yours

and I will not keep him

Her hands settle on his hips as she kisses him back.

[namo]

His hands move lower on her back, over her hips. She was slighter than the one he was accustomed to kissing and touching, but she was willing.

She was here.

He presses himself to her, his eyes closed as he kisses and explores.

[song_tra_bong]

This is different and strange, not right but not wrong either, and more than enough to make her head spin.
guardi le stelle
he needs you
che tremano d'amore e di speranza
so stay

She lets her own hands wander up his sides, then trail slowly back down.

[namo]

His skin was cool. Weeks ago he'd stop caring about keeping his body warm like a human. Slowly, the creature Gorlim had woken into being was slipping away, back under the mask of a god.

He thrusts his tongue a little deeper into her mouth and slides his hands under her shirt. Only once had he shared himself with a woman -- his wife -- and this was still new. But it wasn't so foreign that he couldn't understand what to do. Pleasure was pleasure, no matter the gender of partner, and that's what he sought now with Mary Anne in his arms.

Pleasure and lustful oblivion.

Remorse could be saved for a later date.

[song_tra_bong]

She had gone to Ruin to forget.

And he had come to her.

It's a thing she understands.

She moans into the kiss, nails raking lightly on his sides as she presses herself closer.

[namo]

He gasps into her mouth.

It was strange to have such an active partner, someone who didn't dance a slow, gentle dance of lovemaking. It was addictive.

Námo moves them toward the bed, briefly wondering if Nerdanel knew what was happening... if she could have remotely thought this would be the result of her seeking Mary Anne.

[song_tra_bong]

She smiles against his mouth, pleased at the result. The backs of her knees connect with the bed and she lets herself fall back, tugging him down after.

Mary Anne just hopes that his bedroom isn't above the library.

[namo]

Not quite.

More like above the dining room.

He moves to her neck (never much cared for me touching his neck--), biting at her throat, sucking harshly at her skin.

[song_tra_bong]

She gasps, the sound quickly trailing lower in her throat.

She rakes her fingers through his hair, nails brushing scalp and the tips of his ears, before her hands settle on his shoulders.

[namo]

When her fingers touch the tips of his ears he cries out, shuddering against her almost violently. If he had not been fully aroused before, he was now. Námo pants against her throat, trying to regain his focus, make the pooling heat in his groin recede some.

[song_tra_bong]

His reaction does not go unnoticed.

"Whatever was that all about, hm?"

She runs one hand back through his hair and recieves none of the same response.

"What about this?" she murmurs, breath warm on his ear, lips hovering just above the skin.

[namo]

His body becomes rigid, breath held.

"You... do not... want to do that..." he slowly says, voice thick as his arms tremble some.

[song_tra_bong]

She smiles, pulling back slightly.

"Why not? It'd end the game too early?"

And yet she wants to see him unravel regardless. It would be so very easy like this.

[namo]

His eyes slowly open part way, looking at her.

"The game is never over until I want it to be," he growls softly, pushing against her.

[song_tra_bong]

She laughs, low and dark.

"If you say so, beautiful."

She lunges forward, tracing the curve of his ear with her tongue. "If you say so."

[namo]

In their trysts, Gorlim had touched his ears. Stroked them, blown against them, but never had he done that. Never had he used his mouth in such a way on that sensitive skin, and so Námo had no idea the impact it would have when Mary Anne now does it.

He actually gives a sharp, short-lived shout, his vision swimming as desire shoots instantly and sharply to his cock. The Vala turns his head, crushing his mouth to hers, tugging at her shirt with careless fingers.

[song_tra_bong]

She wonders for a moment if he's split her lip, wonders what blood would be like from his mouth--but the skin is unbroken.

She arches up against him, helping him pull her shirt over her head.

"Gonna make you scream, beautiful. Watch you fall apart." She punctuates the sentence with a twist of her hips against his.

[namo]

He groans, tossing her shirt aside.

Then he pauses, looking at her bra.

"What," he pants, "is that?"

[song_tra_bong]

She can't help it. She laughs.

"It's called a bra, darling. Can't imagine you've seen many of these."

She slips a hand behind her back, undoing the clasp with a twist of her fingers, then slides the bra off her arms and onto the floor.

"Better?"

Now all she's wearing from the waist up is her necklace, her scar and a smile.

[namo]

He looks down at chest.

Much... much different than he was used to.

"No. Neither have I seen many of... these..." he adds, his large hand coming to cup her breast curiously.

[song_tra_bong]

She hums at the touch.

"Didn't think so."

She stretches, one foot trailing up the back of his calf. "Ignore them or pay attention to them as you like."

[namo]

His thumb moves over her nipple, eyes locked on the movement. Then he bends his head, brushing lips where his fingers had touched. He draws her nipple into his mouth, teasing and testing with teeth and tongue.

It was strange.

All of it was strange and wrong but--

(--but he is not here and she is and I need and want and hurt so much--)

--but he continues, tasting and touching and learning.

[song_tra_bong]

"Mmm, quick study, you are."

She runs her hands back through his hair, studiously ignoring the tips of his ears. For now.

[namo]

His hair is long. Something of a conceit for him, and something Gorlim had always loved. Always praised. Hair that pools beside her on the bed, midnight silk reaching below his waist.

He nuzzles and suckles at one breast before moving to the other, trailing his lips between them along that satin-soft skin lying so close to bone.