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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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[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.

[song_tra_bong]

She sighs, breath quickening slightly.

"Beautiful."

She frames his face in her hands, lifting his head to kiss him properly before letting go.

[namo]

He shivers, his hands mapping her upper body as they kiss. When she releases his face, he abandons her breasts to brush his lips down her stomach. His tongue teases her navel, teeth nipping the flesh around it before soothing it with his tongue again.

[song_tra_bong]

Her stomach shudders, breath catching in her throat.
ma il mio mistero è chiuso in me
One hand rests on his hair while the other curls in the sheets.
sulla tua bocca lo dirò

[namo]

A part of him recoils violently from what he does now. He was now the triator -- so much more than Gorlim ever could have been. But he silences and ignores that part of himself, shoving it deep into the recesses of his mind as his fingers work on her jeans.
run, desire, run
a sexual being
He drags his tongue along the skin exposed as he pulls the fabric from her, tugging boots with the pants.
run him like a blade
to and through the heart, no conscience
Námo doesn't pause, wisking her panties from her next, laying her bare to him, but he doesn't let his eyes travel or linger. His body blankets hers as he kisses her again, deeply and desperately, his arms tight around her.
one motive: cater to the hollow

[song_tra_bong]

Her arms twine easily around his neck.
traitorous whore he trained you well
She holds him in the kiss until her lungs burn and she has to stop. One hand slides down his spine, to just above the waistband of his pants.
when the truth is found to be lies
and all the joy within you dies
She doesn't slip her hand inside, just traces the skin at the small of his back, adding the lightest scratch of nails now and again.
don't you want somebody to love, don't you need somebody to love
wouldn't you love somebody to love, you better find somebody to love

[namo]

His mouth moves again to her neck as he presses himself against her. It was nothing like when laying with Nerdanel -- no need to force arousal and need. His body burned, just as it had a few nights ago when he took Ruin--
screaming feed me here
fill me up again
temporarily pacify this hunger that's so cruel
--to his bed. In the back of his mind, the irony is not lost on him that the one he wanted was worlds away while the two he had never wanted had sought him out. Admittedly, Mary Anne hadn't come for this...
libido throw
dominoes of indiscretions down
He takes her hands in his and places them on the waistband, his eyes indigo as he looks down at her, panting.

No words.

He didn't want words. He didn't want speaking. But he wouldn't disrespect her by not looking at her. She was beautiful. She was wanton. She loved him as a friend, as family. And he loved her as a friend, as family.

Only now... now he needed... understanding... and...
falling all around in cycles, in circles
constantly consuming, conquering, devour...

[song_tra_bong]

"Shhhh," she whispers despite his silence.
who stole your heart, left you with a space
that no one and nothing can fill
She slides the material down over his hips, hands tracing mirrored patterns over skin. She won't say it's alright when they both know otherwise.
Who stole your heart who took it away
Knowing that without it you can't live
She leans up to kiss him instead, letting the fabric go like water through her fingers until it pools around his ankles.

[namo]

Cool skin against her warmth.

He wants warmth.

His hand goes into her hair as his body meets hers without the barrier of clothing, hissing quietly into their meeting of lips.
High tide
Inside
The air is dew
And where were you?
It was odd to bed someone without them in your mind, without their spirit touching yours as he was used to. It had been what made certain Námo couldn't completely pretend the man he slept with before was his dove. Ruin's mind and spirit were not his to touch and know, and he didn't want to know him like that.

Or her like that.

He wanted--
While I
I died
And where were you?
The Vala bites harshly where throat meets shoulder, a hand moving between their bodies to curiously touch between her thighs.

[song_tra_bong]

She cries out in shock, arching up against him while fingers scramble for purchase on hair and shoulder.
and so my lust is just convenient now
The flicker of touch elsewhere has her relaxing subtly against him. She traces up the line of his jaw, hovering close to his ear but never quite touching.

[namo]

He laps at the mark left, suckling gently as his fingers explore. Never had he been so very intimate with a woman, even his wife, and he took the opportunity now. Over damp skin, lower, into her, shivering as her fingers near his ear but don't touch.
That's all I ever wanted to be
The closer that I got
The further I could see
Lips trail over the swell of her breasts as he moves downward, a new experience in mind.

Fingers leave her as he settles between her legs, glancing up once, hesitantly, before bowing down to put his mouth against her. So very different... he thinks to himself as his tongue moves, tastes.
But when lovers change
And the night feels strange
We choose our road

[song_tra_bong]

She watches him move lower on the bed, eyes wide and dark.
I can scream as loud as your last one
She can't quite believe--"OhmyGod."--can't quite guess what he'll do next. She can't read him the way she has other lovers.
but I can't claim innocence
She likes that.

[namo]

It was new.

And for a creature who had lived for millions of years, new was good.

New was distracting.
and i hate elevator music
the way we fight
the way i'm left here silent
His tongue seeks out various spot, learns the new landscape of a new lover (one time lover). He opens his mouth wider to suck at her for a brief moment, then swipes his tongue from her opening to her clitoris, nail softly raking down her thighs.
oh these little earthquakes
here we go again
(one time lover)
these little earthquakes
doesn't take much to
rip us into pieces
(forgive me my tresspasses, dove, forgive them all)

[song_tra_bong]

She whimpers, hands twisting in the sheets.
why can't it be beautiful
lips and tongue and hands and teeth and never again is a very long time
why does there gotta be a sacrifice
Panting, she lifts one hand and rests it on his head, letting hair drift through her fingers before brushing against his ear.