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Lucky for the pair of them, Ariadne's room at the inn was booked for another day. It was a matter of pride that they walked hand in hand to her room. Josephine, meanwhile, was beaming the whole time, whispering sultry comments between greeting passers-by. She was devious.
Ari loved her so damn much, and she sincerely hoped Josephine knew it. Hoped the duel showed it. But she had an apology to make, so the moment they were back in her room she was passionately kissing Josephine. Her lips tasted sweet -- maybe it was that box of sweets she left on Josephine's desk before she left? No matter, they were here together. Ari pressed her tongue insistently at Josephine's lips, wanting to run her teeth along the ambassador's bottom lip.
It was a blessing Josie let her, considering the mood she had been in. Apparently, this mood only had one outcome for Ari: getting shoved on her back on the bed, ceremonial armour and all. Of all the ways she imagined her apology going, she didn't expect to let Josephine have her way. But she wasn't just bothered, she was hot and bothered.
The ambassador's firm hands rucked Ari's dress up to her midriff, exposing more of her dark skin and darker hair. It was absolutely filthy how Josephine lovingly caressed Ari's thighs before kneeling between them. With unprecedented strength, Josephine hooked Ari's thighs over her shoulders, so the Inquisitor's sex was right in front of Josie's lips.
If Ariadne wasn't in love before, she certainly was now. She felt Josephine press kisses along the soft points where her thighs met her hips, teasing her nose through the coarse hair down there. "I love you," Ari hissed, earning her a small lick on her clit.
"Say it again," Josephine demanded, digging her fingers into the Inquisitor's hips. As if there was anything Ari wanted to do but obey.
So she did. For now, "I love you" was the Herald's Chant of Light. Josephine's tongue caressed Ariadne's vulva like a woman starving, claiming every sensitive bit of flesh as her own. It wasn't long before all Ari noticed was Josephine's precise, hot tongue. Her girlfriend was showing her sensitive spots she didn't know she had.
That Ari started moaning loudly when Josephine worked her fingers inside was a coincidence. By then, her arousal had built inside her, barely able to mumble an "I love you" with the way her breath was catching. Clearly, Josephine knew, as she began sucking with more intent, hooking her fingers just the way Ari liked. It was an inevitability that Josephine's ministrations would be her undoing. The pressure built until there was nowhere else to go but over the edge.
Ariadne came with a quiet whimper. Her girlfriend continued to finger her for a few moments more. When she finally had the space of mind to prop herself up on her elbows, Josephine was grinning ear to ear, flyaway hairs plastered to her forehead with sweat. Fuck, she was hot. "I thought I was apologising," she mumbled, reaching down for Josephine's hand.
Their hands easily found each other, so Ari pulled her girlfriend closer, whining as her knee brushed against her exposed heat. "You were. I had to say my piece first," Josephine teased, kissing the Inquisitor to make sure she tasted herself.
"Don't want my prepared apology?" she asked into their kisses, whimpering as Josephine's gloved hand started picking at the straps of Ari's breastplate. She let Josephine undress her, before hooking her fingers into the ambassador's corset, finally baring her. Maker's breasts, was she beautiful. And Ari desperately hoped she'd be allowed to apologise.
Finally, they were both bare. Josephine leaned into Ari's space, to whisper in her ear. "I love you. So show me how sorry you are for making me worry about you and for risking your life needlessly." Her voice was drowning in desire.
Ari kisses Josephine's neck before leaning over to where she dropped her saddlebags earlier in the day. She pulled out a harness and a polished stone phallus. A deep red stone, decorated with intricate silver ivy. It could pass for a statue if Ari wasn't attaching it to the leather about her hips.
The look on Josephine's face was apology enough. "Last time you said my fingers were too short. This should get all the right spots, don't you think?" Ari said, pulling her braids out of their ponytail. "I can think of so many ways to use this, but I think you'd enjoy taking it from behind."
From the look of her, Josephine had other ideas. Her lips were parted so enticingly, the pale pink of the inside of her mouth just begging to take the phallus. Josephine bit her lip, pulling Ari's hands to cup her breasts. "Be a good girl for me and make me forget my name. Then I want to watch you suck my mess off it," she ordered, whimpering as Ari's thumbs brushed over her areolas.
They had a plan for tonight. As for the morning? Well, Ari had a second harness.