[ Obviously this is not about winning, or scoring points, or anything like that. Pitting mages against each other with scores and points and victories is just the Chantry's way of keeping them down. Or something. Nothing to do with the fact that Nell is losing.
And continuing to lose, too, kicking her skirt aside and then failing to swallow down the noise loosed from the back of her throat as he suddenly tugs her head back and keeps hold of that grip. The sound of it is still a near-silent humming in her throat when he sets his mouth to it, and it ticks up almost to audible at that first press of his hand between her legs.
For a few minutes she's content, hooking her knee back up around his hip, scraping nails through his hair and down the back of his shoulder blade, and generally just enjoying the blunt push of his knuckles and the sharp graze of his teeth. For a few minutes. And then it begins to get frustrating, just as he'd hoped, and she tugs at the fastenings of his trousers in unsubtle hint, and when that still does not take she finally reaches down to catch his wrist with a snarled: ] Maker, would you just--
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And continuing to lose, too, kicking her skirt aside and then failing to swallow down the noise loosed from the back of her throat as he suddenly tugs her head back and keeps hold of that grip. The sound of it is still a near-silent humming in her throat when he sets his mouth to it, and it ticks up almost to audible at that first press of his hand between her legs.
For a few minutes she's content, hooking her knee back up around his hip, scraping nails through his hair and down the back of his shoulder blade, and generally just enjoying the blunt push of his knuckles and the sharp graze of his teeth. For a few minutes. And then it begins to get frustrating, just as he'd hoped, and she tugs at the fastenings of his trousers in unsubtle hint, and when that still does not take she finally reaches down to catch his wrist with a snarled: ] Maker, would you just--