01-13-2025, 09:18 PM
It was savage and up against the wall. Her legs wrapped, fist in the back of his hair. Burning need, literally. And then it was over. She was still riding her own waves, breathless as him, and for a moment it was just that sound and the rain.
Then the fires around them doused all at once. She felt the heat die in the wall behind her, a chill creeping in suddenly from behind, and now it was just Sasha’s body pressed against her that burned. Ori had spent enough time around Nox to know what the idiot was doing.
For fucksake.
She could have jammed a shield over him. She didn’t. Instead she shoved him off and into the wall. It was less elegant, but he’d likely take kinder to it than being cut off from the Power entirely. Given she’d felt the sting of its theft once first hand, it was certainly the method she’d prefer. Not that he was likely to understand her abrupt viciousness unless she spelled it out to him. She raked the wet hair away from her face, eyed him under her lashes, but he was only leaning against the wall and shivering in the aftermath.
Ori’s back stung like sunburn. There were scratches on her thighs but no blood as far as she could discern in the shadows. The pants were completely fucked though. Nox would probably be pleased about that – he hated navigating the leather in the heat of the moment. Ori sorted herself out as best she could, wriggled back into her underwear afterward. She kept half an eye as she did. Bending made her head swim faint, which made her grimace. And she was fucking freezing.
When she was done she reached to grab Sasha’s chin and pulled his attention to her. She’d never really looked at him before. He was the kind to sink into the shadows, and before her little ijiraq issue, Ori hadn’t dabbled much in drugs anyway. She’d seen the ravages of too many junkies growing up to care for it. “It’ll burn you apart if you do that,” she said bluntly.
Then the fires around them doused all at once. She felt the heat die in the wall behind her, a chill creeping in suddenly from behind, and now it was just Sasha’s body pressed against her that burned. Ori had spent enough time around Nox to know what the idiot was doing.
For fucksake.
She could have jammed a shield over him. She didn’t. Instead she shoved him off and into the wall. It was less elegant, but he’d likely take kinder to it than being cut off from the Power entirely. Given she’d felt the sting of its theft once first hand, it was certainly the method she’d prefer. Not that he was likely to understand her abrupt viciousness unless she spelled it out to him. She raked the wet hair away from her face, eyed him under her lashes, but he was only leaning against the wall and shivering in the aftermath.
Ori’s back stung like sunburn. There were scratches on her thighs but no blood as far as she could discern in the shadows. The pants were completely fucked though. Nox would probably be pleased about that – he hated navigating the leather in the heat of the moment. Ori sorted herself out as best she could, wriggled back into her underwear afterward. She kept half an eye as she did. Bending made her head swim faint, which made her grimace. And she was fucking freezing.
When she was done she reached to grab Sasha’s chin and pulled his attention to her. She’d never really looked at him before. He was the kind to sink into the shadows, and before her little ijiraq issue, Ori hadn’t dabbled much in drugs anyway. She’d seen the ravages of too many junkies growing up to care for it. “It’ll burn you apart if you do that,” she said bluntly.
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